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Hint #1 – The next "Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of..." k-pop group

Next week, on Monday, I'm announcing which k-pop group I'll publish a new sex/smut series about. This week I'm dropping hints and you can cast your vote.

QUESTION: Who do you think the new series will be about?

HINT #1: It will be about a group that I've written at least one story about in the the past.

Tomorrow, Wednesday at 16:00 Central European Time, I'll drop the next hint.

[wonbriiize]

bestfriend!Anton who puts you on his lap to give you affection, touches your hair, kisses you on the neck...being super clingy and fluffy :(

pairing; anton x reader

genre; fluff, best friends to lovers

note; i thought this was such a cute idea so i wrote something based on it.. hope u like it anon ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

listen to your heart

while working in retail isn’t all that horrible most of the time, you despise it over the holidays. everyone goes crazy as they search for last-minute christmas presents for their loved ones, friends or anyone else.

today was one of those days when everything was so annoying that you really thought about quitting your job right then and there.

luckily, your shift has ended and you are now on your way back home. you seem to be forgetting what a terrible day it has been so far as you imagine yourself curled up in your warm bed while drinking hot choco and watching your comfort movie.

“*y/n*, someone is waiting for you in your room,” your mom says after giving you a big hug when you arrive at home.

you‘re confused as to who it could be, until you recall that your best friend anton texted you saying he‘d drop by later as you were spamming him with messages about that one costumer who was extremely rude to you.

you run up the stairs to your room. you’re not so sure why you’re so eager to see anton, but you can’t help yourself. being with anton after a tiring day makes you feel at ease. he just has that effect on you.

“ohhh, slow down,” anton sits up on your bed. you can tell he made himself feel at home because just a second ago he was laying in your bed as if it was his own. “why are you running? is the rude customer after you?”

since you can’t tell anton that you hurried up to your room because of him, you just throw yourself on your bed. “no, i just really missed my bed. it has been an exhausting day.”

“and here i was hoping that you were running because you couldn’t wait to see me,” anton pouts, leaning back on your bed.

you’re right, you think. but i can’t let you know..

“well, apparently you were missing me because how are you at my house when i’m not even there?”

anton shrugs. “so what if i missed you, is it so wrong to miss your best friend?”

you’re shocked at how casually anton can say things like this. does he truly not realise how much of an impact his words have on you? it irritates you that he's saying these things and acting so dreamy when you're already trying to shake the thought that you like him — much more than you could ever imagine liking someone.

you sigh, laying down on your back. “i just really need to rest.”

“hey, come here,” anton pats next to him. “we can rest together.”

for a second, you’re not sure if you should really go and sit down next to him, because your feelings are all over the place today and you don’t know what could happen, but you push those thoughts aside and just go for it.

“you can lay your head on my lap. i will give you a head massage. i‘m a pro,” anton softly smiles at you.

god, he really isn’t making it easy to not fall in love with him, you sigh. your head is telling you not to do it, but for once in your life, you decide to listen to your heart instead.

you place your head gently on anton‘s lap. you’re afraid you won't be able to resist kissing anton if you open your eyes and see him staring down at you, hence why your eyes are closed.

anton starts massaging your head softly and you’re surprised at how good it actually feels.

“i didn’t expect you to be actually good at this,” you say.

“i told you i‘m a pro,” anton chuckles. hearing him giggle put a smile on your face and usually you would try to hide that, but right now, you’re just letting it happen.

“there it is,” anton whispers softly as he touches your cheek, causing you to open your eyes immediately.

“what?”

“your beautiful smile.”

you start laughing nervously. what’s his deal? why is he being extra sweet today?

“don’t say such things, anton.”

“why not?" his hand returns to your head, but instead of giving it a massage, he plays with your hair, twisting it around with his index finger.

“best friends don’t say that..” what you just said has a sad undertone, but you don’t care. maybe if anton knows that he’s kind of playing with your feelings, he will stop being like that.

anton shakes his head. “no, they don’t.. but here’s the thing, *y/n*..”

the sudden change in the atmosphere makes you nervous so you sit up. still close to anton, but there’s a little distance between the two of you now.

“i‘ve been trying to tell you for the longest time that i don’t want to be just best friends with you,” anton blurts out. “i thought it was obvious that i like you.”

world stop. anton likes me?

“but everytime i try to make a move you put me back in the friendzone, saying things like ‘best friends don’t do that..”

with a sincere expression of sadness that makes your heart hurt, anton glances down at his hands.

“i guess you really don’t like me in that way and i was just stupid to to think that-”

refusing to let anton continue, you take hold of his hand and place it directly over your heart.

“do you feel this?” you whisper.

anton nods unsure.

“my heart beats this fast everytime i‘m with you.”

“is that a good or a bad sign?” anton pulls his hand away and looks questionably at you.

his question makes you laugh. “of course it’s a good sign.. it means that you’re the reason why my heart feels so alive.”

“oh,” anton nods, a little smile forming on his face. “so you do like me.”

now it’s you who’s nodding.

just a while ago you didn’t want anton to know how you really feel about him because you were so afraid that the feeling was one-sided, but now that you know it’s mutual, you’re ready to take the initiative.

you slip closer to anton and sit down on his lap. first he’s surprised at your sudden move, but then you feel his arms around your waist, holding you close to him.

seconds later, your lips meet his. not only was your heart racing faster than before, but because your bodies were so close, you could literally feel anton‘s heart racing as well.

you weren't expecting it, but as anton plastered kisses all over your face and neck, things heated up quickly. you didn't want him to stop, but knowing that your parents could walk into your room at any point made you want to go slowly.

“maybe we should continue this when we are alone, like completely,” you whisper as anton was kissing your neck.

“hmmm,” kiss. “maybe..” kiss. “you‘re..” kiss. “right.”

he stops, looking at you with the biggest smile on his face.

“this big smile looks good on you,” you put your arms around antons neck.

“and you know why i’m smiling like this? it’s because of you,” anton softly whispers before he plants another kiss on your lips.

[suzayaaa]

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𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: anton x reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 word count: 1.0k

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: fluff, established relationship

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: thunderstorm

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: first anton post yippee

The storm is loud. It’s heavy, dark, and almost agonizing, and as you’re choosing a movie to watch, you can’t help but look outside the window. It’s something between awe and terror—the sky, although dark and kind of foggy, roars every few seconds, making the silence of your and Anton’s shared apartment somewhat disturbing.

You don’t think much of it when your feet carry you through the dark home to the spare room. You open the door softly. The blue light from the computer screen gleams on his face, defining his features in the otherwise unlit room. You walk over to him and tug at his sleeve. He flinches, eyes jolt to your face only to relax immediately.

He moves the headphones from his head to his neck. “Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“What are you doing?” You look at the screen and observe the character’s flowy movements in the game’s lobby.

“Playing, wasting time,” he sighs as he turns his chair toward your body. His big hands land on your waist, touching it through the material of your pajamas barely, but securely. “Why? Is everything okay?”

You hum and the room and the sky flash pure white for two seconds and a loud growl follows. It echoes through the walls to the floor and to your feet, crumbling into your skin and clutching your muscles and lungs and throat and squeezing the air out of you in one sharp motion. Just as your hands grip Anton’s forearm, the world turns quiet and black again. You look back at Anton, not realizing your head snapped toward the window, and gulp.

“Hey,” he massages your sides with his thumbs, eyeing you attentively, “it’s okay. Come here.”

He pulls you closer until you’re sat on his lap. Your face buries in his chest, calves hanging loose on the side of his gaming chair as your fingers start to play with the hem of his shirt. His left hand moves to your hip to steady you and the other one goes back to the keyboard lit up in a pretty neon rainbow.

“I’m not that scared of thunders,” you mumble into his body, although you’re pretty sure you don’t sound that confident. “This one is just kinda,” your voice fades away because you don’t really know how to describe it.

It’s big, loud, and scary, and every time you look at the blinding thunders or hear the grumbling noises it feels as if it’s coming straight for you, your boyfriend, your apartment, and everything and everyone else around you; as if it’s going to strike right through your window and kill both of you, or worse—kill one of you and leave the other one in eternal pain, fear, and agony of losing a partner and make one of you suffer every time there is a storm.

“I know, I could hear it through the headphones, even though I think they’re noise-cancelling. I thought you’d be asleep by now.” His soft breath fans the top of your head as he logs off the game and closes all apps. You glance at the time in the right corner of the screen—11:47 pm—and hum.

“I wanted to watch a movie. Not like I’d be able to fall asleep anyway.” Anton chuckles at that, and although it comes off awkwardly, you ease into his chest when it vibrates against your ear.

“We can do it now if you want,” he offers as he turns his PC off. The keyboard and the mouse’s neons slowly fade out, leaving you in pitch black.

You hum absentmindedly. The storm seems closer without the light, more real. Your muscles stiffen at the thunder growls, even under your boyfriend’s touch.

His arms move under your knees and back as he pushes the chair away from the desk and gets up. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, although he doesn’t display any trouble carrying you.

You arrive at the living room. The TV is still on. The list of shows and movies you saved to watch later is your only source of light, but it’s enough.

He lays you on the couch and you sit up, feeling the cotton under your palms until a remote lands in your hand. In the meantime, Anton goes to the kitchen and comes back with leftover snacks crunched up in his fingers. He puts the bag on your lap and you move to the edge of the seat, making space for him to lay down. When he does, you drop the remote onto his chest, pull the coffee table closer to the couch to place the bag of snacks on it, and finally lay yourself on top of him. You cover your bodies with a blanket you grabbed earlier and wrap your arms around his neck. Before your head lands on his chest, he takes the remote from it.

“What do you want to watch?” You hear just when you are about to ask.

“I don’t know. Something not scary.” He fiddles with the remote for a good minute and then you see the search bar slowly fill up with letters—your comfort movie.

You can’t help a soft smile grace your features and you know Anton is also smiling from the way his hand, the one that is free of the remote, squeezes your waist, and his lips press a peck to the top of your head. It’s a small reminder of his love, a silent message of what you are to him and what he is to you, but it brings such relief to your mind and body, melting you into him under the warmth trapped by the blanket.

As the movie’s first scenes roll out and Anton’s light breaths fan over your head, you slowly forget about the sharp lightning bolts dancing in the sky. Anton’s big arms over you, his cologne tickling your nose, the comfort of his presence pulling on your muscles and tendons and setting them free, light like a feather. It’s all so familiar, but so lovely, and paired with his steady heartbeat, you let yourself fully relax for the first time tonight.

Because everything is and will be alright—as long as you’re in his arms.

suzayaaa 2024 𓆩⟡𓆪

[blue-jisungs]

# author's note … i swear i’m not a hamster hater i had like 3 when i was a kid but they are so dumb 😭

# warnings … um mention of hamsters jumping? 😭

[ 9:43pm ] “i want a hamster.”

your words were so sudden and unexpected, anton choked on air. you blinked at him as he tried to calm down, small coughs escaping from his lips. the soft rocking of his body caused his blanket to fall down, some pillows to fall off the bed.

“why are you laughing? hamsters are so cute…” you whined, rolling over to face him.

he calmed down, putting his phone away to focus on you.

“i’m not laughing but… that was just very random” anton cracked a smile and saw a small pout on your lips “care to elaborate why?”

you just turned your phone to him and played the tiktok you saw. you started giggling upon remembering what was in it – a bunch of hamster clips who were miserably failing at jumping.

anton started laughing, probably at the same part that caught you off guard too: a hamster face-palming into a box.

“you’re right” he wiped his tears of joy, pulling you closer. the sheets rustled. “we should get a hamster, they are such silly guys”

and even when he kissed you as a form of securing the deal, you two still couldn’t stop giggling.

masterlist <3

taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @eternalgyu ,, @haecien

[yumiyue07]

Bumping into Christmas Magic ✨

♡ Author's note

✨ So this is Christmas... 🎵

Christmas Eve is finally here, and the magic of the season fills the air! As the year swiftly comes to a close, I’m excited to share my very first Christmas love story, inspired by Stray Kids’ beautiful song Christmas Love.

This is a tale of serendipity, snowy evenings, and a romance that proves Christmas miracles truly do exist. ✨

Have a wonderful Christmas Eve! 🌟

Enough of my rambling—dive right in and enjoy the story! Thank you, as always. 💖

With love, YumiYue 🌙

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POV: K-idol x fem reader

H/N = His name Y/N = Your name

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Part 1

Somehow, you’d lost track of the others. One moment, they were beside you; the next, they’d disappeared into the bustling crowd. You couldn’t really blame them—you’d been completely captivated by a stall filled with hand-painted Christmas baubles.

The display was enchanting, with delicate ornaments in every color, their intricate patterns catching the glow of nearby fairy lights. Some were painted with snow-covered cottages, others with prancing reindeer or frosty pine trees. The artist, a kind-faced woman with paint-stained fingers, gave you a warm smile before turning her attention to another customer carefully selecting a set.

A soft pang of indecision tugged at you. There was a particular bauble with a swirling galaxy of blues and silvers that had caught your eye, but you decided you’d come back for it after exploring more of the market.

As you walked away, the festive chatter of the crowd faded slightly while you rummaged through your handbag.

You’d meant to check your phone—maybe send a quick text to find your colleagues—but in your search, you paid no attention to where you were going.

Suddenly, you collided with something solid. The impact jarred you, and you stumbled back a step as the sound of rustling bags and clattering objects broke through the market’s cheerful hum.

A young man stood in front of you, blinking in mild surprise as he stared at the scattered shopping bags at his feet.

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry about that. I wasn’t paying attention,” you said sheepishly, stepping forward to help.

The young man looked up, his expression shifting from surprise to amusement as if he hadn’t even noticed you standing there at first. He was strikingly handsome, his soft eyes catching yours with a mix of warmth and curiosity. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and a thick scarf was snugly wrapped around his neck—a clear defense against the biting cold.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a small laugh, brushing off the incident. “I was distracted, too.”

You bent down to help him gather his bags, brushing the snow off one of them before handing it back to him.

“Quite a lot of bags you’re carrying around,” you said with a playful smile.

“Yeah, I’ve been on the hunt for gifts,” he admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. “And I think I might’ve gotten a bit… overambitious. I’m new in town, so navigating all this is a little overwhelming.”

“Ah, I see,” you replied, eyeing the assortment of bags. “Well, if you’re looking for something specific, I could help you. Consider it my way of making up for crashing into you. Or,” you added with a grin, “I could just help you carry all of this. You’re practically a walking Christmas tree at this point.”

He laughed then—a bright, infectious laugh that made your chest feel unexpectedly warm. “If you really don’t mind, I’d appreciate the help. At this rate, I’ll be wandering around until midnight. And honestly, having a hand free wouldn’t be the worst thing.” He shifted the bags and held out his now-empty hand. “By the way, I’m H/N.”

“Nice to meet you, H/N,” you said, taking his hand for a brief shake. “I’m Y/N. And yes, I’d be happy to help.”

He smiled again, the kind of smile that felt like it could melt through the snow. “Nice to meet you too, Y/N. Are you here alone?”

“Well, not exactly,” you said, taking a few of the bags from him to lighten his load. “I came here with my colleagues, but I got a little distracted at one of the stalls. By the time I looked up, they were gone. I was just about to check my phone when—”

“When you ran into me,” he finished, grinning.

“Exactly.” You couldn’t help but smile back.

You walked side by side, heading in the opposite direction from where you’d come. The faint crunch of snow underfoot blended with the festive buzz of the Christmas market around you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to rejoin your colleagues?” he asked, glancing at you. “You really don’t have to wander around here with me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. They’ll be fine without me,” you said with a wave of your hand. “They were heading home soon anyway. Christmas markets aren’t really their thing.” You paused, your face lighting up as you added, “I, on the other hand, absolutely love everything about Christmas.”

He chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you. “I can tell. You’re practically glowing. It suits you.”

A faint warmth rose in your cheeks—not just from the cold—and you smiled. “There’s just something magical about this season, isn’t there?”

“Definitely,” he said, his voice soft. He quickly looked away, his ears tinged with a hint of pink. You just looked so happy—it was impossible not to find it contagious.

“How long have you been in the city?” you asked after a moment.

“About two weeks now,” he replied. “I moved here for work. My team arrived last week, too.”

“Your team? Are you a sportsman? Or maybe a coach?” you guessed, glancing at his athletic build.

He laughed, shaking his head. “No, nothing like that. We’re an IT team—we handle data and building security. Our new assignment brought us here.”

“Aha,” you said with interest. “That sounds exciting. Does that mean you’re always on the move?”

“Pretty much,” he admitted with a small shrug. “Depending on the job, we relocate to be closer to the client’s office.”

Something about that answer gave you pause. “By ‘we,’ you mean your team, right?” You hesitated, almost asking if he meant family, but stopped yourself.

“Yes, exactly,” he said with a nod. “My team is like my family. We spend a lot of time together.”

“Let me guess—the presents are for your team?” you teased lightly.

He laughed again, the sound bright and warm. “Exactly. Christmas is coming soon, and I wanted to be early with gifts this year. Usually, I’m the guy scrambling at the last minute.”

“Oh, I know how that feels,” you said, grinning. “How many presents are you still missing?”

“Just one more, actually,” he said, his voice tinged with pride.

“Hey, that’s great!” you said. “Do you already have an idea for it? If you do, we can head there now.”

“I was thinking of getting a scarf,” he explained. “One of my teammates is always losing his stuff. Having a backup scarf might actually save him this winter.”

“That’s so thoughtful of you,” you said, genuinely impressed. “I saw a stall selling scarves back that way.” You pointed toward a row of twinkling booths in the distance. “Let’s check it out.”

“Sure thing, Miss Tour Guide,” he said, chuckling.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the nickname. “Hmm, how about I give you a proper tour of the city sometime? You know, if you want—and if you have time.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he replied, his grin widening. “I’ve looked up a few sightseeing spots online, but I haven’t gotten around to them yet. With you as my guide, though, I’d say my chances of enjoying it just got a whole lot better.”

His mischievous smile made your heart skip a beat, and you found yourself grinning back.

His smile made your heart race, a steady rhythm suddenly thrown off course. What’s wrong with me? you thought, trying to focus on something else. It had been a while since anyone had made you feel this way—this sudden, fluttering warmth that seemed to curl up and settle in your chest.

You stole a glance at him as you walked side by side. He was taller than you, with broad shoulders and a confident, easy stride. His long coat, scarf, and gloves gave him an effortlessly elegant look, every piece carefully coordinated. Maybe he’d come straight from work to the market. Whatever the case, the polished air about him only added to the growing sense of attraction you felt.

“Here we are,” you said, gesturing to the stall. “Take your time to look through the selection.”

The two of you began browsing, the display lit softly by strings of twinkling lights. You spotted a pair of dark red gloves with small bows at the openings and couldn’t resist buying them. They were too cute to leave behind. Meanwhile, H/N inspected the scarves with a focused look, his brow furrowing slightly in thought.

“Did you find something interesting?” he asked, glancing your way.

“Look at this scarf,” you said, holding up one with a playful Christmas motif. “Isn’t it adorable? It’s perfect for the season!”

He chuckled, the sound light and warm. “It really is.”

“How about you? Did you find something for your friend?” you asked, noticing the scarf in his hand.

“Yep,” he said, holding it up for you to see. “This one’s simple, nothing too fancy—he’ll like it.”

“That’s great!” you said with a smile. “So, you’ve officially finished your gift shopping.”

“I have,” he said, his grin widening. “Let me pay for this quickly. Be right back.”

You watched as he walked to the booth owner, chatting briefly as he handed over the scarf. A small pang settled in your chest. With his shopping done, this might be the moment you’d have to part ways. The thought felt strangely disappointing—is it weird that I don’t want this to end yet?

He returned moments later, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. “Ah, what a relief,” he said with a laugh. “Now all I have to do is wrap these up and find clever hiding spots for them.”

“Good plan,” you said, smiling despite the lingering thought of goodbye. “Maybe I should start my own shopping marathon soon, too.”

“If you need a helper, I volunteer,” he offered with a playful grin. Then, more seriously, he added, “Thanks again for your help. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course! It was no trouble at all,” you replied, your voice softening. “I guess my mission’s complete now, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, his tone dipping slightly. He hesitated before asking, “But… do you mind showing me around the market a bit more?”

Your heart lifted. “I’d love to! How about we grab something to eat first? It smells amazing here.”

“Great idea. After all this shopping, I need to recharge. Hmm, it smells like chestnuts,” he said, his nose lifting slightly toward the aroma wafting through the air.

“That’s right. There’s a booth over there selling them. Let’s start with that,” you suggested.

A few minutes later, you were both holding a small bag of warm chestnuts, the heat seeping into your hands through the paper. Sharing them as you walked, the conversation naturally turned to your jobs. You told him about your work as a journalist, covering everything from local stories to larger features.

“Maybe I could interview you and your team some time,” you teased. “A story about the latest trends in IT security, perhaps?”

He chuckled, a playful glint in his eye. “Why not? It’s a pretty important topic. Could even get us some new clients,” he said, winking at you.

The truth was that H/N’s team didn’t need your help to attract attention. From what he’d told you, they were already renowned as one of the best security teams in the industry. Still, the idea made him smile—it was an excuse to talk to you again.

As the chestnuts dwindled, you decided on your next stop. “Hot chocolate?” you suggested, gesturing toward a nearby booth with a menu written in chalk and steam curling into the night air.

“Sounds perfect,” he agreed.

The rich, warm drink was just what you needed to ward off the evening chill. Strolling through the bustling market with steaming cups in hand, the conversation between you flowed so effortlessly that it felt like second nature. You found yourselves wandering from one topic to the next, discovering little quirks about each other and laughing at shared jokes. It was as if you’d known each other for years rather than just a few hours.

Eventually, you circled back to the booth where you’d first collided. Your eyes lit up at the display of handmade ornaments and painted Christmas baubles, just as they had earlier.

“They’re so beautiful,” you murmured, leaning in to admire them. You reached for one, hesitating, then moved to another, clearly torn. “I don’t know which one to choose. They’re all so lovely!”

H/N watched you with a soft smile. The way your childlike joy illuminated your face, the way your eyes sparkled in the twinkling market lights—it left him captivated.

“They are beautiful,” he said quietly, though his gaze never left you.

You turned to him, startled by the softness in his tone. His eyes met yours, warm and intent, and a blush crept up your cheeks. Feeling suddenly shy, you looked away, pretending to study the ornaments again.

A soft chuckle escaped him, and he shook his head. “You really do make this season feel magical, you know,” he said, almost to himself.

Just as you were about to ask for H/N’s opinion on the ornaments, you heard your name being called.

“Y/N, there you are!” one of your female colleagues exclaimed, hurrying toward you. “We lost you in the middle of everything, and you didn’t respond to our messages or calls. We started to get worried!”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” you said, flustered. “I got so caught up looking around the booths that I forgot to check my phone.”

“That’s so typical of you,” she teased, shaking her head.

“Once you like something, you get totally lost in it.”

H/N couldn’t help but smile at this description, imagining youwandering through the market, mesmerized by its magic. It suited you perfectly.

“Y/N, are you coming with us now?” your colleague asked, glancing over her shoulder. “Our boss joined us all of a sudden.”

“Oh!” you said, startled. “Uh, yeah, I’ll be there in a second.”

“Alright, but don’t disappear on us again,” she said with a grin. “We’re at the booth selling sweets.” With that, she turned and walked back toward the group.

You turned back to H/N, an apologetic expression on your face as you handed him the shopping bags you’d been carrying. “It seems like our tour ends here,” you said regretfully. “I’m really sorry to leave so abruptly, but as you heard, my boss joined, and I can’t exactly say no.”

You didn’t want to leave. Spending time with H/N had been more fun, more alive, than anything you’d done in ages. But you didn’t have a choice.

“Don’t worry about it,” H/N said with an understanding smile. “I get it. Thank you for all your help. Have a nice evening ahead.”

“It was a lot of fun,” you said, your voice tinged with reluctance. “Have a nice evening, too. So… yeah.”

“Thank you,” he said, his gaze softening. “Maybe I’ll see you again?”

“Yeah,” you said shyly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe.”

You waved at him and turned, hurrying to catch up with your colleague. Inside, your heart sank a little. “Why didn’t I ask for his number?!” you scolded yourself. The chance of seeing him again in such a big city felt slim, but maybe… maybe he didn’t want to see you again. He could have asked, too.

Behind you, H/N waved back, his hand lingering in the air even after you’d disappeared into the crowd. His eyes stayed on you, a wistful smile on his face. “She’s so cute,” he thought, the warmth of the evening still coursing through him. “Almost like a fairy.”

As he turned back toward the ornament display, his gaze fell on one you had admired—a delicate bauble painted with a soft, shimmering winter scene. His smile widened.

To be continued...

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[plasterdrain]

seoknen — kupu-kupu itu kamu, binar.

"oh, my god. you really so pretty as butterfly, binar." sebuah kalimat yang keluar malam-malam dari seseorang di hadapan binar detik ini juga. memang seperti ini ya rasanya ada kupu-kupu dalam perutnya? tapi yang binar soal ares, pasti memang cowok itu pengen muji saja. atau entahlah, mungkin malam ini keberuntungannya.

should i say thank you, or get down on my knees then take his cock and say thank you? hanya dalam isi kepala kotor dan sebagian lainnya bahwa binar ingin saja. tapi belum apa-apa binar sudah seberisik ini isi kepalanya, bagaimana nanti?

"sorry, gue gak bisa nahan bilang lo cantik."

"thanks?" binar malu, serius, ia tidak tahu harus menghadapi keadaan canggung seperti apa. "serius, makasih."

"okay, sini kunci mobilnya."

"kak. gue gak pernah panggil lo kak ares ya, dari awal."

"no need, sesuka lo aja."

suka.oh, jelas sudah, bukannya terlihat dengan jelas kalau binar memang suka ares. darimana binar bisa biasa kalau jadi seperti ini, kenapa malam ini hangat dan pipinya kepanasan, seakan pendinginnya di bekerja sama sekali. "panas."

"mau gue turunin? nanti lo kedinginan, udah malem soalnya."

"turunin aja."

"okay..." tapi yang ada di antara mereka hanya hembusan nafas, suasana masih teramat canggung, bahkan tidak biasanya seperti ini, apa karena baru pertama kali dalam situasi berdua saja. entahlah. "sorry, buat lo balik ke kampus lagi, malem-malem."

"gapapa, ares."

"you know it sounds cheesy, awalnya gue mau ketemuan sama lo kalau gak ada rapat ini, or anterin lo pulang gitu, gak tau apa yang ada di pikiran gue. tapi, i like you, binar. too fast?"

kadang-kadang binar mencerna semuanya perlahan, sungguh tidak perlu terlalu cepat seperti ini. baru juga memikirkan memang binar suka sedikit dengan ares, tapi bukan seperti ini jawaban yang ia mau. 

"erm, gak kok, gak kecepetan. lagian emang kita nge-date?"

"if you say so..."

"kak, pelan-pelan." belum sanggup menerima informasi secepat ini. mungkin, binar tidak tahu, apalagi ares sekarang yang fokus dengan menatap jalan, memang ares itu tampan, pasti banyak yang suka. termasuk juga binar.

"mobilnya apa gue?"

"lo."

"oh."

"wanna listen to some song? or something? podcast maybe?"

terputar radio yang secara acak bersiaran, jadi teman di antara mereka, jujur, dari awal binar juga inginnya bertemu ares saja, meski apapun yang terjadi di antara mereka. mau canggung seperti ini, lagi pulang mereka baru bertemu, beda dengan di kampus, mungkin saling sapa.

"what do you like?" tanya ares memutus lamunan dalam mobil.

"hm?"

"apa yang lo suka?"

"banyak, soal apa dulu?"

"something you like to do. maybe..."

"masak, gue baru coba baking tapi masih belum bisa, you know baking looks like chemistry, right. dan kadang kalau sepi gue main gitar."

"i can teach you that, maybe we can bake brownies together, nabi. fudgy or cakey?" nabi, kupu-kupu, masih jadi pembahasan ares, dengan cara cowok itu memanggil nama binar.

"supposed to be fudgy, right?"

"sure. i can do that."

"sounds cocky."

"ouch."

"bercanda, kak." perlahan situasi canggung di antara mereka lenyap, masih dalam perjalanan, sebenarnya tidak jauh juga, tapi binar suka, dan ia harap ares juga suka menghabiskan malam bersamanya juga. "lo sukanya apa? suka makan apa? suka dengerin musik apa? terus apa yang lo suka dalam jalani hidup? because sometimes i don't feel like it, jadi tau sisi lain dari orang itu cukup buat gue."

"panjang amat."

"kalo ga mau jawab, ga usah dijawab, res, serius."

"outside, i like to go outside, nyari nafas kali ya, makan... semua makanan dimakan, kecuali durian dan sekawanannya." binar lihat ares mengernyitkan wajah begitu kata durian keluar dari mulutnya. "kalau musik, lagu sedih kali ya, semua lagu sedih gue dengerin, kayak sulung dari kunto. something i like in this life, maybe nge-date dalam mobil sambil jawab apa yang lo suka. simpel, gak buang duit dan tenang."

"stop... being like that. if you don't mean it."

"enak aja, i mean it." sebentar ares melirik wajah binar, barusan ia juga mengatakan binar cantik, lantas mengapa kupu-kupu ini tidak percaya, toh benar, binar secantik sayap kupu-kupu. "terus lo kenapa gak ngerasa gitu?"

mengedikan bahunya. dijawab pun, saat ini binar tidak punya jawaban di antara keduanya. suka atau tidak dengan hidupnya, apapun itu harus ia jalani juga.

"gue rasa, manusia kejebak dalam conscious-nya, and need to be waking up."

"you know being here is not that bad, alive. i fully understand what you mean, even if you don't feel like it, don't ever feel like you are stuck with it, maybe let the flow with it, berenang-berenang terus berenang seperti dory. keep swimming until you find the shore and rest."

"childish."

"i guess we are childish. human are childish." dari sekian malam, kali ini ares ada di saat yang tepat, mungkin kali ini juga malam tidak soal untuk istirahat dan tidur seperti manusia lainnya, bicara, sampai akhirnya mereka baru makan malam. “so if you want to do something you feel like doing, just do it, get through it. let me accompany you, we can have fun together, nabi.”

bagai malam lainnya, mungkin malam ini berbeda karena binar tidak sendirian di rumah, ada ares bersamanya. ada yang datang jadi teman bicara, meski hanya semalam, ada teman untuk binar membicarakan persiapan masakannya. ada ares yang kini mau bertanya soal apa yang ia suka. soal bagaimana cowok itu mau menemaninya sekarang. 

malam ini buat binar merasa lebih baik dari sebelumnya. 

"gue mau siapin bahan-bahannya, sebentar ya, res."

"okay." ares masih ada di dekat binar, biar cowok itu yang langsung mengeksekusi makan malam hari ini, potongan bawang yang disisihkan, lalu telur, tidak lupa juga dengan daun bawang. "lo sering masak?"

"sering. kalau rumah sepi, jadi gue masak makanan buat sendiri."

"oh, gitu."

"hm... iya, udah biasa juga. makanya kadang ditemenin kak cinta. yang tadi gue ceritain."

"oh kalian deket?"

"deket bangettt... udah jadi kakak sendiri, tapi sekarang dia udah punya pacar, jadi gue kadang ngikut bareng pacarnya juga, jadi plus one-nya kak cinta. tapi emang begitu sih, dari dulu." kak cinta, yang sejak dulu jadi teman binar, jadi kakak binar, bisa juga jari orang tua binar, karena semuanya kak cinta ada dalam kehidupan binar. pokoknya sebelum ada cinta yang orang-orang rasakan, kalau binar udah merasakan cinta dari kak cinta lebih dulu. disayang, dipeluk kalau binar takut dengan petir, ditenangkan kalau binar mimpi buruk. dari situ binar kenal soal cinta.

"bertiga?"

"iyalah. masa sendirian, res."

"maksudnya��"

"jadi nyamuknya mereka. emang lo mikir apa?" dengus binar sebel kalau diingat-ingat.

"kagak..."

"well, si milk itu udah otomatis jadi kakak juga."

"lucu banget kalian."

"gak,"

"kok gitu?"

"lagi ngambek."

"kenapa?"

"ga mau ah, males. masa gue cerita..."

"dari tadi yang kita lakuin apaan, kalau bukan ngobrol?"

"iya sih." binar pasrah dengan situasinya, karena dari awal kalau bukan karena ia akan habiskan waktu bersama ares, mungkin kak cinta tidak akan menyuruhnya untuk pulang lebih dulu. "ngambek sama mereka, karena awalnya gue juga hangout sama kak cinta, lo tau 'kan, pas tau lo ngajak gue makan, mereka nyuruh gue jalan bareng sama lo, tapi kita end up di rumah gue, bukan jalan-jalan."

"ohhh..., 'kan sama aja, jadinya berduaan juga."

"cuma mereka nih pinter dikit kek, ngusir adeknya gitu aja. kalau gue diculik gimana?"

"culik sama gue gitu?"

"huum." harusnya binar tutup mulut saja, karena lebih baik diam, daripada dilihat ares seperti ini. sampai cowok itu tidak berhenti menatapnya. "res?" tawa renyah terdengar dalam seisi ruangan.

"lucu? memang lucu. nyebelin banget sih."

"gue mau deh culik lo kalau semanis ini."

"ya, hadapi duo repot dulu. mau gak?" binar menantang ares, melirik tajam cowok yang duduk manis di hadapannya, menghela nafas panjang tapi sekarang fokus untuk beri ares makanan paling sering ia masak, dan berharap cowok itu suka dengan masakannya. "gak berani 'kan?"

"lebih ke gak mau ambil resiko."

"pinter." gumam binar, sambil menata nasi goreng yang biasa ia masak untuk dirinya, kadang juga kak cinta dan kak milk makan malam bersamanya. "ini untuk ares, pake telor setengah mateng 'kan. no salmonella detected because gue pilih telur omega tiga udah dipasteurisasi."

"thank you, madam."

"ga boleh bohong ya."

"iyalah."

"laper banget apa kak?" serius, binar tidak bisa membedakan apa yang ares rasakan, bahkan nasi gorengnya tinggal setengah sebelum tadi mereka tenggelam dalam sunyi lagi, makan, dan memutar star wars : a new hope.

"laper." senyum ares merekah, sambil melihat binar lekat-lekat, "rasanya persis rumah, sehangat itu, enak, gue jadi pengen nambah lagi." mungkin karena simpel, apalagi mereka hanya berduaan di dalam rumah, tanpa hiruk pikuk jalanan yang penuh polusi, saling bertukar kesukaan barusan di mobil, sekarang hanya berdua saja, menunggu makan malam bersama. hidup harusnya semanis ini.

sekali lagi ares mengejutkannya.

"masih ada di dapur..."

"makasih, binar." langkah cepat dari ares, yang kembali balik dengan senyum lebar lalu duduk di sebelahnya.

"serius enak? atau lo gini ga mau nyakitin gue? makanya dihabisin semua biar gue gak makan?"

"seriusan, binar. ini enak, mirip masakan rumah. lo trust issue banget..."

"sebelumnya gak ada yang gue masakin, lo doang. soalnya, makanya gue takut gak enak, buat gue enak belum tentu lidah lo sama 'kan,"

"oh." belum sempat menjawab kalimat binar karena mulut ares penuh dengan nasi goreng buatan binar. "you know, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

"haha." apapun yang bisa rasakan, dari saat menelan nasi gorengnya, sekarang melirik ares yang serius dengan makanannya, cowok itu tidak pernah buat binar untuk mengalihkan perhatian. jujur, dari awal memang perhatiannya sudah jatuh pada ares, atau mungkin binar duluan yang jatuh hati. lalu sekarang. mereka berdua, duduk di sofa empuk. "thank you."

"sound flirty, ya?"

binar mengangguk.

"nonton dan makan, jangan lihatin gue, kupu-kupu."

binar yang fokus dengan tontonannya, bersama juga ares yang duduk di sampingnya, perlahan menarik piring kosongnya yang sekarang cowok itu taruh di depan meja. entah apa yang binar rasakan, tapi kepalanya perlahan mendekat ke arah pundak ares dan istirahat di sana.

"thank you, udah habisin makanan yang gue kasih."

"i would love to eat every dish that you make for me."

"okay."

"okay."

malam masih panjang, tapi entah di antara mereka berdua kembali diam dalam kesunyian masing-masing, televisi yang masih memutarkan film jadi teman mereka, nafas binar yang kembali tenang, bahkan sedikit lagi bisa saja tertidur di atas pundak ares.

isi pikiran binar yang berlalu lalang, ares juga masih fokus menonton. "kak."

"hm..."

"ngantuk." membuat binar semakin tenang dan ingin dekat dengan ares di malam ini, mungkin hanya malam ini saja. "kak, what if i am not as pretty as butterfly that you thought about, what if i am the moth. and you got the wrong one."

"you are and always will be beautiful for me, then. i like you the way you are, binar. even a moth or butterfly." 

"lo selalu gini ya?"

"apa?" binar cantik, mengapa harus ares sembunyi-sembunyi sebut binar cantik. “lo cantik, cantik banget… i find you attractive at first, i won’t waste my time to make a move, unless you don’t like me.” 

“gue suka.”

“so we’re both attracted to each other.”

“hm.” sebelum akhirnya binar sadar, memang sikap ares terlalu manis. "dan lo, manis banget sikapnya, gentle, gue tebak, pasti penyayang juga, gak berani bunuh nyamuk, padahal udah digigit sampe bentol-bentol."

"not with my bare hands... pake raket listrik lah."

"nyebelin."

"bener tapi gak juga, kata orang, gue cuek. bener. bener. salah." menjawab semua tebakan yang binar ucapkan barusan, baru sebagian hal yang binar tahu soal ares, sebelum akhirnya mereka berada di ruangan yang sama, pulang bersama, baru kali ini.

"salah satu?"

"hm." jawab ares malas. 

"bagus deh." makin lama binar bisa tertidur bersama ares, "gapapa salah satu, 'kan bukan ujian jadi pacar ares."

"emang lo mau ujiannya gimana?" tanya jenaka yang barusan dibuat dalam pikiran ares. memang benar harus ada cobaan apalagi yang binar lalui nanti.

"emang beneran ada ujian jadi pacar kak ares." 

"ada, buat nabi. ujiannya sebutkan jenis kupu-kupu dan apa perbedaannya."

"yah... gak tau."

"kan, temen kamu semua, binar, harusnya tahu." ucap ares.

"pengen taunya, ares mau jadi pacarku atau gak."

"mau." singkat, jelas, tapi binar belum siap, sama sekali, bahkan hatinya masih terlalu kecil untuk memikul perasaan yang sebesar ini dengan tiba-tiba. lagi pula baru juga bertemu, udah bahas pacaran. tiada hari esok saja.

"KAK, PELAN-PELAN. jangan langsung begini. gak romantis banget lagi ngantuk."

"oh, okay, besok kita cari romantisnya." cari romantisnya, baru ares nanti pacaran dengan romantis.

"mau tidur..."

"selamat tidur, nabi."

[kiwipillled]

im a professional at stanning groups with intense lore and not knowing shit about it im just here for the pretty people and good music

[lovetaroandtaemin]

All I Wanted Masterlist

Osaki Shotaro x Reader

Academic Rivals to Lovers

Total Word Count (so far): 10,912

Masterlist will be updated as I post new chapters.

Looking for my main masterlist? That can be found here.

Chapter 1: New Year, New Friends?

Chapter 2: Are You Satisfied?

Chapter 3: The Tables Turn

Chapter 4: Friends Are There

Chapter 5: It Gets Worse

Chapter 6: Dance the Night Away

Chapter 7: Distractions

Chapter 8: Another Lonely Night

Chapter 9: ?????

Chapter 10: ?????

Chapter 11: ?????

Chapter 12: ?????

Happy reading!!!

[cococunchy]

life is but a dream, we got history

i just wanna feel the chemistry, feel you next to me

about me ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

masterlist 𐙚₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩

[kpopsexstories]

Story Finder: A new way to discover my smut

I want to try something new. I've created a website where you get a visual overview of all my k-pop smut stories on Tumblr, and can find stories by idol, sex positions, popularity, and more. You can even track requests and see if I'm currently working on yours 😊

With 80+ stories on this blog spanning NCT, WayV, TXT, BTS and Riize, and no native way on Tumblr to get an overview of them all, I wanted a way for people to browse the archives. Story Finder is the place to do that.

It's essentially an organized database of all stories I've written for this blog. Once you've found a story you want to read, click a link to go to the Tumblr post 🙂

Story Finder Highlights:

Browse stories by group & idol – find your bias.

Browse stories by content, specific sex positions, threesomes, blowjobs, female orgasms, gay stories, and more.

Browse stories by word count and series.

Find out which stories are the most popular.

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Try Story Finder now!

I am aware that the site loads really slow. Just be patient :) And please let me know if you run into any issues or find any errors/mistakes on the site.

[wonbriiize]

hiii, i love so much your story "one step at a time", your writing is super good! i would like to request if possible a story based on the song "dress" by taylor swift 💘 idol!wonbin x idol!reader maybe? that would be sooo nice!! thank you so much

note; thank you so much !! <3 i tried my best with your request and hope you like it ‪♡ ྀིྀ, pairing; idol wonbin x idol reader, warnings; a little suggestive !

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symphony of passion

𝓪𝓼 you are backstage in your private room, nerves fluttering in your stomach like thousands of butterflies are trying to get out, you hear the familiar sound of footsteps approaching.

the door opens and you see wonbin walk in, his presence commanding the room as he flashes you a warm smile.

“hey,” he says softly, his voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos of preparations. “good luck out there. you’ve been dreaming of this show for so long, and i know you're going to kill it.”

his words wash over you like a wave of reassurance, and you offer him a grateful smile in return. "thanks, wonbin," you reply, sincerity laced in every syllable. “it means a lot to have your support.”

as you speak, your eyes meet, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. the air between you thickens with unspoken tension, the weight of your shared connection observable in the charged atmosphere.

since the blossoming of your friendship with wonbin, there have been countless moments where you wished for something more, yearning for a connection that transcends mere friendship.

and deep down, you know that wonbin feels the same way.

there was that one night, when he was drunk and confessed his love for you, his words echoing in your mind long after the alcohol wore off. but in the sober light of day, you brushed it off, convincing yourself that he wasn't in his right state of mind.

that moment has never truly left your mind, lingering in the recesses of your thoughts like an unspoken truth waiting to be acknowledged.

now, as you stand together in the quiet chaos of the backstage, the weight of that confession hangs heavy between you, a silent reminder of the feelings that have been brewing beneath the surface for so long.

there‘s a sense of urgency in the air, a feeling that this moment is different, that perhaps now is the time to finally take the first step towards something more.

as wonbins gaze lingers on you, you can see the echo of that same sentiment reflected in his eyes, sparking a flicker of hope within you that maybe, just maybe, this could be the beginning of something extraordinary.

suddenly, wonbins gaze drifts downwards, his eyes lingering on the elegant dress hugging your curves. “you look beautiful,” he murmurs.

a blush rises to your cheeks as you feel his gaze tracing every contour of your body. you’re acutely aware of the proximity between you, the magnetic pull drawing you closer with each passing second.

but as wonbin slowly approaches, a flicker of apprehension crosses your mind.

the staff could walk in at any moment, catching you in a compromising position.

but the desire burning within you outweighs any sense of caution.

wonbin seems to sense your hesitation, but he doesn't falter. with a gentle touch, he reaches out, his fingers grazing your skin with a feather-light caress.

and in that moment, you realize that you've been yearning for his touch, craving the warmth of his embrace.

as he leans in, his lips mere inches from yours, a mischievous smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. “did you buy this dress just for me?” he teases, his voice husky with desire.

his fingers dance lightly over the delicate straps of your dress, sending shivers of anticipation coursing down your spine.

with each gentle tug, the fabric loosens, revealing glimpses of skin beneath.

the air between you crackles with electricity as his touch ignites a fire within you, fueling the desire that burns brightly in both of you.

you can't help but smile at his boldness. in one swift moment, you reach for the tie around his neck, pulling him closer until there’s barely any space between you.

“maybe,” you reply coyly, your voice a breathless whisper. “but if you want to take off a dress, you'll have to buy me one first.”

the tension between you crackles like electricity, the anticipation of what's to come hanging in the air like a promise.

and as you stand on the precipice of desire, you know that tonight will be a symphony of passion, with you and wonbin as the lead performers.

[starlight-meteor-shower]

Short story time.

I found the cutest dinosaur plush the other day. He's green, kind of sparkly, and medium-sized. I completely fell in love with him the moment I saw him, so naturally I had to buy him. Now he's taken up a permanent space on my bed, and I couldn't be happier. Sometimes it's the little things in life that make a difference. Oh, and I named him Anton. Yes, my obsession is still going strong, lol.

[suzayaaa]

MASTERLIST

🎶 walk, rest, running! rest, rest, running! 🎶

this is an old masterlist i won’t be updating anymore. see the active one here!

NCT 127 ⋆ ★

⋆ AQUAMAN - TAEYONG

NCT DREAM ⋆ ★

⋆ MY FAV BLOGS AS NCT DREAM MEMBERS

⋆ THINGS THEY DO AS YOUR BOYFRIENDS - NCT DREAM

⋆ WOULD YOU CHANGE YOUR LAST NAME TO MINE? - TEXTS

⋆ KITTY CHRISTMAS - JAEMIN

⋆ BOYFRIEND CRITERIA - CHENLE

⋆ 9:58 pm - JISUNG

WayV ⋆ ★

soon!

RIIZE ⋆ ★

⋆ POLAROID LOVE - SUNGCHAN

Stray Kids ⋆ ★

soon!

see what’s next…

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[yumiyue07]

Bumping into Christmas Magic ✨

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POV: K-idol x reader

H/N = His name Y/N = Your name ｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The next day, you threw yourself into your work, splitting your time between the article you were writing with Mariko and your own solo project. The office buzzed with its usual energy, a comforting backdrop as you typed away and sifted through research.

Still, despite your focus, you couldn’t help but steal glances at your email inbox from time to time, holding onto a small, stubborn hope. Each time, the blank notification panel stared back at you, its silence louder than you wanted to admit.

By the end of the day, you had finished your article and leaned back in your chair, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. Tomorrow, you’d review everything with Jeff and fine-tune it before submission.

Mariko chatted with you occasionally throughout the day, her cheerful energy keeping the atmosphere light. But you hadn’t brought up H/N once, even though he was never far from your thoughts.

His absence in your inbox gnawed at you, but you refused to let it show. If he hadn’t reached out, maybe that was his choice. And while the idea stung, you reminded yourself that your worth didn’t hinge on his attention.

You sat up straighter, determination hardening your resolve. Whatever the reason for his silence, you had enough self-esteem to not chase after someone who might not want to be caught.

For now, you decided, work was enough. And so, you powered off your computer and headed home, closing the day on your own terms.

On Thursday, you and Jeff worked through the final changes for your article. Thankfully, the edits were manageable, and you felt confident you’d be ready for submission soon. Afterward, you joined Mariko to continue refining the collaborative piece.

At lunchtime, Mariko broke the steady rhythm of work with a question. “Did you hear anything from H/N? Did he email you? Sorry, I’ve been so deep in my research I forgot to ask. You seemed pretty absorbed yesterday, too.”

You let out a heavy sigh and pushed your food around on your plate. “Nope. Nothing. Nada. Zero.”

Mariko winced. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you said, trying to shrug it off. “I’m doing my best not to dwell on it. If we’re meant to meet again, it’ll happen. If not, well, that’s life. So, let’s just not talk about him anymore.”

“As you wish.” Mariko nodded but gave you a small smile. “Just one last thing—don’t lose hope, okay?”

You chuckled despite yourself. “I won’t.” Even if you tried to let it go, there was still something magical about the thought of H/N. It felt too special to let despair take over.

Changing the subject, you asked, “By the way, why did your aunt drop by last weekend?”

Mariko rolled her eyes. “Ugh, don’t remind me. My mom got worried because I hadn’t called her as often as usual. So, naturally, she sent my aunt to check on me. And, of course, my aunt decided to stick around for the whole weekend, ‘just to make sure everything was okay.’”

You laughed. “Classic. Just call her regularly, and you won’t have to deal with any surprise visits. We should still go skating together, you know. With you, it’d be fun.”

“You just sound like my mom,” Mariko teased, grinning. “But yeah, let’s make it happen.”

The rest of the afternoon passed in productive focus. As the evening approached, Mariko packed her things to leave. “You sure you don’t want to come with us?” she asked, referring to her plans with her boyfriend, Akira—who insisted on being called Andy.

“Thanks, but I want to dive into this new story I’ve been following. Rain check?”

“Okay, your loss.” Mariko shrugged playfully. “See you tomorrow. Have a good evening, and I’ll say hi to Andy for you.”

“Thanks! Have fun,” you said, waving as she left.

You stayed for another half hour, scrolling through news articles and making notes. But soon, the words on the screen began to blur. You leaned back in your chair, letting your gaze fall on the snow globe sitting on your desk. Your thoughts drifted to the skating rink and H/N.

The memory brought both warmth and longing. Still no email. You tried to brush it off, telling yourself that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. But the ache lingered.

Deciding you’d had enough for one day, you packed up your things and headed home. Your couch—and maybe a warm drink—were calling your name. At least there, you could unwind and let the day fade into quiet.

The crisp night air nipped at your cheeks as you stepped outside, but you welcomed it. It was refreshing after a long day, and the quiet beckoned you to unwind. Since it wasn’t too late, you decided to take a detour through the park near the skating rink.

The park was dressed for the season, twinkling fairy lights strung along tree branches, casting a soft, magical glow over the paths. It felt like stepping into a scene from a Christmas movie, with the subtle crunch of snow underfoot and the occasional laughter of distant passersby adding to the ambiance.

You wandered aimlessly, soaking in the tranquility, until you spotted an empty bench under a particularly enchanting canopy of lights. You made your way over, sitting down and closing your eyes for a moment.

Breathe. Just be present, you told yourself, letting the tension of the day melt away.

“Good evening.”

The soft voice startled you out of your pause. Your eyes shot open, and your heart stuttered in recognition. There he was—H/N. His handsome face was framed by the warm glow of the lights, his expression a mix of hesitance and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“Good evening, H/N.” You tried to keep your voice steady, though a flutter of nerves bubbled up inside.

“May I sit down?” he asked gently, gesturing to the bench.

You nodded quickly, scooting over to make space. “Sure, please.”

He settled beside you, his presence palpable in the cool night air. For a moment, neither of you spoke. He seemed to be studying you, his eyes searching your face as if trying to piece together your thoughts.

“What are you doing here?” he asked finally, his voice low and soft.

You hesitated but answered honestly. “Just enjoying the scenery. My brain needed a break.”

He nodded, his gaze briefly drifting to the lights. “It’s beautiful here.”

“It is. How about you? What brings you out tonight?”

“I needed to clear my thoughts,” he admitted, pausing as if gathering his words. “About work.”

The mention of work sent a ripple of tension through you. You glanced down at your hands, unsure of where this was going.

“I heard you and your colleague came for an interview,” he began cautiously.

You nodded but kept your eyes lowered, prompting him to continue.

“I rearranged my schedule to make space for it. I really wanted to help you with your article.”

Your head shot up, surprise written all over your face. He had rearranged his schedule?

“But,” he continued, a hint of frustration in his tone, “an urgent matter came up—one that required my immediate attention. I had no choice but to ask M/N to fill in for me. I even told him to extend the interview time, hoping I could join if I wrapped things up quickly.”

You blinked at him, the weight of his words sinking in.

“I... I thought if I hurried, I could still make it,” he said, his voice quieter now. “But when I got to the room, you were already gone.”

Your heart raced, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. He had tried to be there. He had wanted to see you. The thought warmed you, pushing away the insecurities that had clouded your mind since the interview.

He cared.

“Thank you,” you said softly, your voice almost catching. You fought the urge to tear up but couldn’t help the slight tremor in your words. “Thank you for arranging everything and putting so much effort into the interview. Don’t worry about not making it. I understand—your work is important.”

You hesitated, then added with a shy smile, “M/N did a great job. But I’ll admit, I would have preferred talking to you.”

His eyes lit up at your confession, the corners of his mouth lifting into that familiar, warm smile. “Me too, Y/N.”

The way he said your name sent a thrill through you.

“If you need more information, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me directly,” he said. “I promise I’ll make the time. No interruptions this time.”

His words were sincere, his smile tinged with regret and hope.

You smiled back, the lingering sadness in your chest melting away. “I’ll hold you to that promise.”

For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you under the canopy of twinkling lights. It was a small moment, but it felt significant.

He cleared his throat before continuing. “How is the article? Is it slowly taking shape?”

“Yes, Mariko and I wrapped up the interview immediately after returning to the office. Our boss was really pleased. This is going to be a great article, also thanks to your help.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Can’t wait to read the article.”

“You’re going to get a free exemplar signed by me,” you joked.

“What an honor,” he chuckled.

“How has your work been? You mentioned that you need to clear your mind,” you said.

H/N stared at a nearby tree, his expression contemplative. “Well, let’s say complicated. I need to make some important decisions. And I need to think it through before giving my answer.”

“I see. I’m sure you’ll do the right thing, H/N. Take your time.”

He nodded silently, then he turned to you with a soft smile. “How about going for a walk here in the park and getting a hot chocolate? I need some sugar to recharge.”

How could you say no to that sweet smile? “I’m in,” you said.

H/N got you a hot chocolate from a nearby stall, the warm cup heating your hands against the chilly air. “Careful, it’s hot,” he warned as he handed you your drink. The two of you started strolling down the park’s illuminated pathways, fairy lights twinkling above like stars.

You took a small sip, the rich, sweet flavor spreading warmth through you. “Mmm, this is good. Thanks for the treat.”

“My pleasure,” he replied, and the two of you started walking down the park path, the glow of fairy lights lighting the way.

For a while, you walked in companionable silence, the soft crunch of snow underfoot and the distant hum of the skating rink filling the air.

“So,” he began, glancing sideways at you, “what made you want to become a journalist?”

You thought for a moment, swirling your drink. “I’ve always been curious about people and their stories. I guess I wanted to be someone who connects the dots, who gives voices to those who need to be heard.”

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. “That’s admirable. And from what I’ve seen, you’re really good at it. You have a way of putting people at ease.”

“Thank you,” you said, feeling a blush creep into your cheeks. “What about you? Did you always want to be a CEO?”

He chuckled softly. “Not exactly. When I was younger, I wanted to be an architect. I loved designing things, creating something out of nothing. But…” He paused, his gaze drifting upward toward the twinkling lights. “Life had other plans. The family business needed someone to step in, so I did.”

“Do you regret it?” you asked, your voice soft.

“No, not really. It’s challenging, but I’ve learned to find joy in what I do. I get to shape the company and make a difference for the people who work there.”

“That’s a great way to look at it,” you said, impressed by his perspective.

As you continued walking, the skating rink came into view, its bright lights and cheerful energy drawing your attention. Children and adults alike glided over the ice, their laughter filling the night.

H/N followed your gaze. “So… how are your skating legs after the other night?”

You laughed, recalling your previous outing. “Still intact, but I think I left some of my dignity on the ice.”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “I thought you did pretty well, considering the wipeout count was only… what, three?”

“Excuse me, it was two, thank you very much,” you corrected, playfully narrowing your eyes. “And don’t forget—you slipped too.”

“Once,” he countered with a grin.

“Once is still enough!” you shot back, and the two of you shared a laugh, the air between you feeling lighter than ever.

As you continued walking, the skating rink faded into the distance, replaced by the quieter charm of the park’s frozen pond. H/N slowed his pace, his expression turning thoughtful as he glanced at you.

“There’s something special happening this week,” he said, his tone casual yet hopeful. “The Christmas tree lighting ceremony in the city square. It’s on Saturday night. I’ll be there… Maybe you’ll be there too?”

Your heart fluttered at his words. This wasn’t just an invitation—it was a deliberate effort to see you again. You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face, and you nodded softly. “I’d like that,” your cheeks blushing.

His own smile widened, and for a moment, it felt as though the rest of the world disappeared, leaving just the two of you in the soft glow of the lights.

To be continued...

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