summary : It was Hyunjin's birthday and while he was sure his girlfriend would break up with him, a surprise awaited him.
pairing : hyunjin x reader
warnings : minor dni, 18+, hyunjin’s a little sad and stressed, smut, dirty (and romantic) talk, explicit language, angst, hot tub sex, window sex, rough sex, ass grabbing, breast play, creampie, chocking, multiple positions, hair pulling, biting/marking, mention of a spank, oral (both receiving), face fucking, fingering, handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.
a/n : I hope you enjoy it ❣️ and happy birthday to our precious, lover boy 😍
Hyunjin’s birthday week had arrived, heralded not by celebration, but by a creeping chill that settled deep in his bones. His girlfriend, Y/N, was distant, a ghost in their shared space. Her presence was marked by the hushed murmur of phone calls he couldn’t quite decipher, the fleeting glimpse of her silhouette as she slipped out the door, and the opaque replies to his hesitant questions. “Just busy,” she’d say, or “Running errands,” her eyes never quite meeting his.
Being Hyunjin, drama wasn’t just a preference; it was a state of being. He overanalyzed every averted glance, every quick goodbye, every moment she spent glued to her phone – often in another room. His anxiety, a familiar, unwelcome guest, began to gorge itself on his escalating fears. Had he done something wrong? Was she tired of him? Was there… someone else? The thought sent a jolt of icy dread through him. Yet, his own schedule was a relentless whirlwind of rehearsals, recordings, and meetings, leaving him drained and bone weary. The fatigue dulled his sharp edges, but it also robbed him of the energy to instigate the serious conversation he desperately needed to have. He was too tired to fight, too scared to ask.
The worst day, however, was his birthday. He woke with a vague sense of anticipation, the date ringing in his mind like a lone bell. Y/N was beside him, her back to him, a silent form under the sheets. No kiss. No whispered “Happy Birthday Love.” Nothing. She simply rose, moved with quiet efficiency, pulling on clothes that seemed too formal for a casual day at home. “I’m leaving,” she announced, her voice flat, devoid of its usual warmth. “I’ll be very busy today.”
Hyunjin, still groggy with sleep and a growing sense of despair, tried to reach for her, to pull her into a hug, to demand a kiss, anything to bridge the chasm that had opened between them. But she pulled away, a subtle, almost imperceptible flinch, before slipping out the door with a final, noncommittal “See you later.”
He lay there for a long moment, the silence of the apartment amplifying the pounding in his chest. His birthday. And she had left. Just like that.
At the studio, his mood was a palpable cloud. Even the vibrant energy of the other members seemed to bounce off him, leaving him untouched. The boys, ever perceptive, noticed. Chan clapped him on the back, offering a sympathetic smile. Felix kept shooting worried glances his way, trying to lighten the atmosphere with his usual sunshine. Seungmin bringing him extra coffee. But it was no use. Hyunjin was a ghost, moving through choreography with a practiced apathy, his mind miles away.
During a break, the anxiety became too much to bear. He found Jisung and Minho huddled in a corner, reviewing lyrics. Y/N had always been close with them, swapping jokes and confidences. Maybe they knew something. He approached them, his voice low, tinged with desperation.
“Hey,” he started, trying to sound casual, failing spectacularly. “Have you guys… talked to Y/N recently?”
“Yeah, a bit. Why?” Jisung looked up, a crinkle between his brows. Hyunjin swallowed, the words catching in his throat.
“She’s been… weird. Distant. All week. And today, my birthday, she just… left. Told me she was busy.” He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture ragged. “Do you guys know what’s going on? Is… is she seeing someone else?” The last words were a raw whisper, torn from the deepest corner of his fear.
Minho’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise, then something unreadable. He exchanged a quick glance with Jisung.
“An affair?” Minho scoffed, though perhaps a little too readily.
“Hyunjin, come on. That’s Y/N we’re talking about. She wouldn’t do that to you. She truly loves you” Jisung nodded in agreement, though they both avoided his gaze. They claimed ignorance, supposedly, but the way they exchanged glances only fueled Hyunjin’s already inflamed suspicions. They knew something, he was sure of it.
The rest of the day crawled by, each minute stretching into an hour, each hour an eternity. His performance suffered, his focus shattered. He was just going through the motions, a hollow shell of himself.
As the sun began to dip below the Seoul skyline, painting the practice room windows in hues of orange and purple, his phone vibrated. A message from Y/N. His blood ran cold. This was it. The breakup message. He almost didn’t dare open it.
“Can you come to this address? I need to see you!”
The words seemed to scream at him. He was so sure she would break up with him, he almost didn’t go. He imagined the cold conversation, the awkward silence, the polite words that would sever their beautiful connection. He slumped onto a bench, burying his face in his hands.
Felix, ever observant, saw his distress. He sat beside Hyunjin, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“She’s going to break up with me, Lix. I know it.” Hyunjin mumbled, showing him the message. Felix squeezed his shoulder.
“Then go,” he urged, his voice firm but kind. “Face it. You’ll only drive yourself crazier wondering. Go and find out what’s really going on.”
Felix’s words, though simple, cut through the fog of Hyunjin’s despair. He had to go. He had to know. Resigned, he packed his bag and headed for the address Y/N had sent.
The whole ride, his mind was a tormented whirlwind. What could he have done wrong? He replayed every conversation, every interaction, searching for a misstep, a flaw, a reason for her sudden distance. Their relationship wasn’t perfect, no relationship was, but it had always been healthy, beautiful. They communicated, they faced challenges together. Or so he thought. He believed they were an impenetrable team. Had he been blind?
The GPS led him out of the city, the familiar urban sprawl giving way to more residential, then almost rural landscapes. He pulled up to an imposing gate, a sleek, modern structure nestled among trees. A luxurious lodging, a little outside the city, he realized with a jolt. Why here?
As he reached the ornate front door, his cell phone chimed again. A message from Chan.
“Code: 7776. Hyunzales, you have Saturday and Sunday off. Enjoy it, my little brother.”
The code. The unexpected days off. The affectionate nickname. A tiny spark of something other than dread flickered within him, but his mind was too clouded, too consumed by the looming confrontation. The pieces were there, scattered like fragments of a broken mirror, but he couldn’t connect them. Not yet.
He entered the code, the heavy door gliding open with a quiet hum. The air inside was warm, rich with a familiar, comforting scent – his scent, a blend of sandalwood and citrus. He stepped into a dimly lit foyer, the soft glow of fairy lights drawing his eye further in.
The entire place was transformed. Every surface, every corner, sang of celebration. Balloons in his favorite colors bobbed gently near the ceiling, a banner proclaimed “Happy Hyunjin Day!” in elegant script. Candles flickered, casting dancing shadows, and rose petals were scattered artfully across the gleaming floor. It was decorated, romantically, precisely as he liked. Not a casual party, but an intimate, heartfelt gesture.
His eyes, wide with disbelief, finally landed on her. Y/N. She was leaning against the edge of the dining room table, bathed in the soft, golden light, wearing his favorite deep emerald green dress, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. More beautiful than he had ever seen her. The smile on her lips was the sweetest, most tender he had ever witnessed.
His heart, which moments ago had felt like a block of ice, now threatened to shatter with the force of his emotion. As the full scene registered, the week’s tension, the fear, the loneliness, the crushing weight of impending abandonment, it all dissolved in a rush of pure, unadulterated relief. Tears, hot and fast, sprang to his eyes, blurring the already soft lights. A strangled sound, half gasp, half sob, escaped his lips. His shoulders slumped, the burden he’d been carrying finally released.
Y/N, her smile widening, grabbed a small, perfectly frosted cake from the table. She approached him, her steps light, her eyes shining. In a voice as soft and melodious as a lullaby, she began to sing.
He still couldn’t quite believe it. He stood there, unmoving, tears streaming down his face as she finished the song, her voice wrapping around him like a warm embrace. She held the cake out to him, filled with lit candles, her gaze unwavering.
“My wish,” he whispered, reaching out to cup her face, his thumbs gently wiping away his own tears, “My wish came true the moment I walked into this lodge and saw you.”
She laughed, a joyous, tinkling sound that chased away the last vestiges of his fear. With playful ease, she broke off a piece and brought it to his lips.
“Open up, pretty boy.” he opened for her, the sweetness melting on his tongue, a taste of celebration and indulgence. She watched him, her eyes dark with a hungry intensity that matched his own. There was a smudge of frosting on the corner of his lips, which she licked and cleaned with the tip of her tongue, teasing him. Before he could react, she left the cake on the table and took his hand in hers. Her touch, warm and reassuring, sent a jolt of pure affection through him.
“Come with me,” she murmured, her voice low and intimate, her eyes promising more.
She led him through a sliding glass door to the backyard. The air was cool and crisp, but a steamy warmth emanated from a large, inviting hot tub. It was decorated with the same meticulous care: candles flickered around its edges, rose petals floated on the surface of the steaming water, and the familiar, intoxicating scent of sandalwood and citrus, his favorite, wafted through the air. Low, instrumental music, barely audible, created an atmosphere of profound serenity.
“I know you’ve had a long, stressful week, my love,” she whispered, her hands already moving to the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers were gentle, precise, unbuttoning his clothes with unhurried reverence. The steam from the hot tub created a slightly blurred, dreamlike visual, enhancing the intimate feeling. His hair, usually styled immaculately, was already falling softly around his face, damp from the steam.
He allowed her to undress him, shrugging off his shirt, then his pants, his eyes still fixed on her, adoration shining in their depths. As she helped him, her gaze was soft, caring, making him feel like the only man in the world. She worshipped him with her eyes, her touch. When he was naked, she quickly shed her own dress, letting it fall to the ground in a shimmering pool of emerald silk. Then her undergarments, revealing her body, sculpted and beautiful, in the soft, flickering candlelight.
They stepped into the hot tub, the warm water embracing them, instantly relaxing his tense muscles. She moved behind him, guiding him until he was settled between her legs, his back against her chest. The water swirled around them, the rose petals dancing on the surface. Her wet hair brushed against his cheek, and her low voice, husky with emotion, sent shivers down his spine.
“Let me take care of you,” she murmured, her hands moving to his shoulders, kneading the knots of tension. “I am so, so sorry, my love. For all the upheaval, the worry I caused you this week. I know you’re afraid of abandonment, and making you feel like that was the last thing I ever wanted.” She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “But I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep this a secret otherwise. Minho actually suggested I keep my distance, to protect the surprise.”
He closed his eyes, relief washing over him in waves, letting the warmth of the water and her soothing touch melt away the last traces of his anxiety. He reached back, grabbing her hands, bringing them to his lips for a tender kiss. Then, with a gentle push, he turned, bringing her in front of him, now placing her between his feet. They embraced, her head resting on his shoulder, his chin nestled in her wet hair. Her skin, soft and slick from the water, was exposed to him, and he peppered her neck and shoulders with soft, adoring kisses.
Next to them, on a small floating tray, sat a bottle of champagne chilling in ice, and two elegant glasses. She reached for them, serving him first, a gesture of thoughtful devotion.
“It’s your day,” she reminded him with a soft smile. “You don’t have to do anything.”
”Thank you baby. You take such good care of me.” he murmured in her ear, making her shiver.
They drank, the champagne cold and effervescent against his tongue, enjoying the view of the starlit sky, the profound calm, and the exquisite company of each other. The low music, the beautiful view, the champagne, the late-night vibe, everything conspired to heighten their senses.
From there, the situation, and the temperature between them, began to rise.
His hand, which had been gently caressing her back, slipped lower, finding the curve of her waist, then the soft swell of her hip. Slowly, deliberately, his fingers explored, tracing the line of her thigh under the water. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together, the friction of their wet skin electrifying.
"Look at the stars, baby," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and smelling of expensive champagne and cake. His hand continued its journey, gently climbing higher, finding the delicate skin between her legs.
"They’re beautiful," she breathed.
"They are," he agreed, "But I want you to do more than look at them. I want you to feel them."
His fingers slipped inside her, testing the warmth, the wetness. He watched her face, illuminated by the candlelight, as his fingers began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm. Her eyes fluttered, her lips parted slightly, a soft moan escaping as her hips instinctively rocked back against his hand. Her own fingers digging into his thighs beneath the water. He was rhythmic, purposeful, his long, elegant fingers working with the precision of a pianist. He loved the subtle shudder that ran through her. He loved having this control, this power to elicit such a reaction from her. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.
“You made me so worried, baby,” he growled, a playful edge to his voice, his other hand reaching to tangle in her wet hair, tugging gently. “A whole week of thinking I was losing you. Do you have any idea what that does to me? You deserve a little punishment, don’t you?”
"Hyunjin.." she moaned, arching into his touch, a silent invitation.
He increased the pace of his fingers, his thumb circling her clitoris with agonizing pressure. His lips finding her neck, kissing and nipping gently.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Y/N,” he breathed, the dirty talk a delicious contrast to the tenderness of his kisses. “I’m going to fill you up until you’re overflowing with me.”
She responded by pressing her body tighter against his, her hand finding his erection. Her touch was firm, knowing. She began to stroke him, slowly at first, then with more urgency, the heat between them building. He groaned, his head falling back against the rim of the tub, letting her take control. His fingers continued their work inside her, mirroring her movements, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He reached for her breasts, cupping them, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they were hard and erect.
Her breathing grew ragged, her body trembling under his touch. He knew she loved it when he was a little rough, when he took charge. He bit gently at her shoulder, just enough to leave a small mark, a claim.
“You’re so good, baby,” he praised, his voice thick with desire. “So good for me.”
The steam blurred their vision further, making the moment feel even more intensely private. He leaned back, letting her work him, watching her face as she leaned in to kiss him deeply, her tongue dancing with his.
Y/N couldn't take it anymore. The heat in her belly was a roaring fire. She let go of his cock, grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away and twisted in his arms, turning around in the cramped, watery space to face him. She climbed into his lap, her legs draping over his hips, her wet skin squeaking against his. She took his face in her hands, kissing him with a desperate, bruising hunger.
"I love you," she whispered between gasps. "Only you. Always."
Hyunjin moaned in the kiss, hearing these words made him feel a very warm feeling inside his chest. His hands found her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, lifting her slightly so she could align herself with him. He wasn't inside her yet, but he was hard against her, the friction of their bodies in the water driving them both to the brink.
"Ride me love, show me how much you love me." he ordered.
Y/N didn't hesitate. She lifted herself, guiding him in, a long, slow slide that drew a guttural groan from deep in Hyunjin’s chest. The water swirled around them, adding a weight to every movement. She began to move, her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she found her rhythm.Hyunjin was a little rough, his hands gripping her hips with enough force to leave faint shadows of his fingers. He liked the way she looked draped over him, her hair plastered to her neck, her eyes blown wide with pleasure.
"That’s it, princess," he praised again, his voice a mix of honey and gravel. "Take it all. Look at me while you do it."
She looked. Into those dark, searing eyes that worshipped her even as he dominated the space between them.
"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his hand coming up to cup her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple. "The only thing I ever want to see. My muse. My everything."
The praise was as intoxicating as the touch. They moved together in the steam, the music a distant hum compared to the sound of their breathing and the heavy splash of water against the side of the tub. Hyunjin’s movements grew more frantic, his hips thrusting upward to meet her, his teeth catching her bottom lip as he pulled her into another deep, messy kiss.
"I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name," he promised.
He lifted her abruptly, the water splashing over the edges. He sat her on the cold, marble rim of the hot tub, her legs spread wide, the night air hitting her heated skin with a shock.
"Hyunjin, it’s cold.." she protested.
"I’ll keep you warm," he muttered.
He dropped to his knees in the water, his head disappearing between her thighs. Y/N let out a shattered cry, her head falling back as his tongue found her. He was relentless, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her still as he drank her in. He used his tongue with the same artistry he used a brush, stroking, circling, and flicking until she was sobbing his name.
When she finally shattered, her body trembling with the force of her climax, she felt him stay there, catching every drop, his face warm against her skin. When he finally looked up, his lips and chin were wet with her juices, his eyes dark with a terrifyingly beautiful intensity.
"We’re not done." he said, standing up and stepping out of the tub. He didn't bother with a towel. He reached for her, lifting her into his arms as if she weighed nothing, and carried her inside.
The room, too, was a masterpiece of romantic decoration. The lighting was soft, the air scented. His eyes were drawn to the huge, floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the moonlit landscape beyond. He carried her there, pressing her back against the cool glass, letting the outside world witness their raw, undeniable passion.
“My beautiful Y/N.” he murmured, his hands tracing the curves of her body, slick with water. He kissed her deeply, then his hand was in her hair. Not a gentle stroke, but a firm, commanding grip at the base of her skull. He pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him.
"Kneel, make me forget the last seven days." he said, his voice dropping to that dangerous, velvet tone.
Y/N went down, her knees hitting the plush rug. She looked up at him, her heart hammering against her ribs. Hyunjin stood before her, a god in the moonlight, his body lean and muscular. He guided himself into her mouth, his hand staying firm in her hair. It was intense, a raw display of power and need. He face fucked her with a rhythmic, steady pace, his breath hitching as she took him deep, her watery eyes never leaving his. He praised her, calling her his "good girl," his "perfect girl," his voice a constant stream of low, dirty encouragement that made her toes curl.
When he was close, he pulled back, not wanting it to end there. He helped her up and turned her around, pressing her palms against the cool glass of the window.
"Look at that breathtaking view, love," he murmured, pressing his chest against her back. "Look at everything I’m going to give you."
He entered her from behind in one swift, deep thrust. Y/N let out a sharp cry, her breath fogging the glass in front of her. He was rougher now, his movements primal. He grabbed her ass, squeezing, pushing deeper into her. He whispered how he couldn't live without her, how she was his soul, how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her, his dirty talk blending with true devotion.
“You’re so tight, baby. So wet.. So soft.. Fuck… You drive me crazy.” he delivered a soft, playful spank to her ass, a gentle reminder of her ‘punishment’.
"That's for the nights you “weren't” in my bed, making me believe you didn't love me anymore."
"Please what? Please don't stop?" He growled, his hand moved to her head, pulling her hair, not roughly, but with a possessive grip that sent shivers through her.
"I'm never stopping. You’re mine. Every inch of you." he hammered into her, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the quiet room.
Then he swept her up again, never pulling out, carrying her over to the bed, a vast expanse of soft pillows and luxurious sheets. He flipped her onto her back, immediately hoisting her legs up onto his shoulders. The position gave him total access, allowing him to bury himself as deep as possible, exploring that angle, her pleasure point.
"Look at me." he commanded.
She looked. His face was a mask of concentration and adoration. He leaned down, his hand wrapping gently around her throat, his thumb resting on her pulse point. He began to move again, long, agonizingly slow strokes that felt like they were reaching her very soul.
"I love you," he gasped, his forehead dropping to hers. "I love you so much it hurts."
"I love you, Hyunjin. More than anything."
He worshipped her body, his tongue, his lips, his hands exploring every inch. She responded with equal fervor, her nails digging into his back, leaving faint, intoxicating scratches. They moved in a dance of raw passion and deep seated love, their bodies intertwined, their breaths ragged, their moans filling the luxurious space. He pushed her to the brink of overstimulation again and again, wanting to see her completely undone, completely her.
"Tell me you're mine," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "Tell me you're never going anywhere."
"I'm yours," she cried out, her body clenching around him. "Only yours. I'm not going anywhere Hyune."
Finally, with a powerful, desperate surge, he buried himself deep within her, feeling the exquisite heat of her body close around him as he poured himself into her, a creampie that marked the culmination of their intense reunion.
He collapsed on top of her, his head buried in the crook of her neck, his breath coming in ragged, heavy bursts. She had one hand on his arm, making gentle circles with her fingertips, the other was entangled with his. The room was silent again, save for the sound of their synchronization. The moon moved slowly across the sky, casting long shadows over their tangled limbs. Hyunjin shifted, pulling her into his side, his hands immediately finding her skin again, unable to stop touching her. He kissed the marks he’d left on her shoulder, his touch now infinitely tender.
"Best birthday ever?" she whispered, her voice tired but happy.
Hyunjin looked at her, his eyes soft, the drama and the doubt finally, completely gone. He reached out, tracing the line of her jaw.
"Best life ever. As long as you’re the one planning the surprises." he kissed her lips softly ."But next time," he added, a playful, wicked glint returning to his eyes, "Tell me the surprise a day early. My heart can't take the suspense."
"We'll see, Jinnie. We'll see." she laughed, pulling him closer.
He pulled the duvet over them, the scent of expensive champagne and sex lingering in the air. They fell asleep naked, holding each other close, the need to feel each other, to reaffirm their connection, absolute.
The next morning, Hyunjin woke first. The soft morning light filtered through the luxurious curtains, painting the room in a gentle glow. He lay there for a long moment, truly unable to believe what had happened. It wasn’t a dream. Y/N was curled against him, her head tucked under his chin. A profound sense of peace, a feeling he hadn’t realized was missing until now, settled over him.
He gently shifted, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her nose. A little later, she stirred, waking slowly to his tender ministrations. Her eyes, heavy with sleep, fluttered open, and a soft smile bloomed on her face as she looked at him.
“Good morning, my love,” she whispered, her voice still husky from sleep and the night’s exertions.
“Good morning,” he replied, his voice full of warmth and an almost overwhelming affection. He pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair.
“Thank you,” he murmured, the words thick with emotion. “Thank you for everything. For this… this wonderful, incredible birthday. Even though,” he paused, a slight laugh bubbling up, “Even though you scared me half to death all week. I seriously thought you were going to leave me. I felt so lonely.”
She laughed, a joyous, disbelieving sound. She pushed herself up on one elbow, looking down at him, her eyes sparkling.
“You really thought that, you pabo?” she teased, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “You actually believed I would abandon you? How could you ever think such a stupid thing?”
“Well, you were so convincing!” he grinned, feeling light and free.
She leaned down and kissed him, a long, lingering kiss that promised forever.
“I have one more thing for you, actually,” she said, pulling away slightly. She reached over to the bedside table, where a beautifully wrapped gift lay. “I didn’t have time to give it to you yesterday.”
He took the gift, his eyes wide. Inside, nestled in soft tissue paper, was a collector’s camera, sleek and vintage, exactly what he had been eyeing for months. His eyes lit up.
“Y/N, this is incredible!”
“The first photo you take with it,” she instructed, her eyes full of adoration, “must be of something beautiful.”
He didn’t hesitate. He pulled the camera out, familiarizing himself with its weight, its smooth contours. Then, he aimed it at her. She was still wrapped in the luxurious sheets, her hair a beautiful mess around her face, the morning sunlight falling on her skin, illuminating her with a soft, ethereal glow. The click of the shutter was a soft sound, capturing a moment of pure, unadulterated love.
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Group Chat: Stray Kids 🔥🔥🔥
Felix: Hyune you alive?? Are you enjoying your gift? 😉
Jisung: yeah Hyunjin you disappeared yesterday, we were worried! we thought maybe Y/N actually DID break up with you after all your drama hahahaha
Minho: Jisung don't tease him, he's probably exhausted from all the excitement
Chan: Hyunzales remember, Saturday and Sunday off means OFF. No working!
Hyunjin: (a photo attachment: a beautiful, sun-drenched shot of Y/N wrapped in sheets, her eyes sparkling, a soft smile on her lips, a slight blush on her cheeks.)
Hyunjin: Yeah, I’m good. The gift is amazing. And yes, Chan hyung, I’m definitely enjoying my time off.
Seungmin: WOW. okay. we get it.
I.N: Hyunjin hyung!!! So pretty!
Changbin: Is that the collector's camera you wanted? You didn't waste any time, huh? LOL
Changbin: Also, wow Y/N looks... glowing.
Felix: GET IT HYUNJINNIE! 🤩🤩🤩 Glad everything turned out okay, mate! Now enjoy your rest!
Minho: So you’re not breaking up then? Because you sounded pretty convinced yesterday, drama king.
Hyunjin: 🤷🏻♂️ I was a little stressed. But no, we're definitely not breaking up. She's the best.
Jisung: I bet she is. Now go enjoy your 'gift' some more, you lovebirds! Don't forget to tell her we said happy birthday to her too, for putting up with your dramatic ass. Oh and you’re one lucky bastard🫦
Hyunjin: And you’re a dead man Jisung..Anyways, I will. Bye, losers. Don't call me.
Hyunjin: Oh and Minho, remind me to kick your ass when I see you for telling her to be distant..
Minho: Hahaha I’d like to see you try, birthday boy 😽
He put his phone down, a wide, contented smile on his face. He leaned over, pulling Y/N close, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“They say hi,” he murmured.
She giggled, snuggling deeper into his embrace.
“Good. Now, how about we stay in bed all day and take more pictures of this beautiful view?” she suggested, her eyes twinkling.
He looked at her, then out the window at the peaceful landscape. He had everything he could ever want, right here.
“Sounds like the perfect birthday,” he agreed, pulling the sheets higher, ready to make more beautiful memories.
