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Neither of them laugh or tease him for it. I, for one, know it took a lot of courage to come in here and ask. My members are my safe space, but I think I still might feel a little embarrassed myself having to. It goes to show just how deeply he's caught feelings for Lizzy. I would've done it for her, too.

Where neither laughed, they don't ask questions either.

Kyung asks, "Where is Liz right now?"

"In the pool," he answers. "Said she was going to swim a few laps and take a shower."

Jae-un simply states, "Don't overthink it. Just let things happen as they’re supposed to."

"Should I just tell her if it does come to that?" he asks.

Kyung bites his bottom lip before answering, "You could. She wouldn't judge you for it."

"What if I mess something up?" Yeon murmurs quietly.

"You won't," I tell him, breaking my silence because I'm feeling his worry in my own gut. "You couldn't with her, hyung. You'll see. You know how she fits like she's been here with us since the beginning? It's the same feeling."

He stands to leave. "Okay, thanks."

"We expect a full report in the morning for our advice services," Jae-un tells him.

I can't help the laugh that slips out as his expression turns to shock before he turns to him. Kyung kicks Jae-un's chair hard enough to send him soaring toward the wall. He laughs, even as he's trying to stop himself from becoming splatter paint.

"That's between you and her," Kyung reassures him. "Unless you want to share."

Yeon nods, leaving as quietly as he came.

"You're ridiculous," Kyung tells Jae-un, rolling his eyes at him and turning back to his computer.

"Come on," Jae-un argues. "It was funny. Dav En thought it was, too."

I am absolutely not facing the wrath of Kyung. "On that note, I'm going to my room. Night, guys."

"Traitor," Jae-un calls to my back, making me chuckle all the way across the hall.

LIZ

There I am enjoying the latest episode of my newly favorite k-drama, the sunlight creeping through the big glass doors and warming my arms resting on the counter when the guys come home in a flurry of beautiful smiles and loud voices. It's a feeling that I've gotten more and more used to as the time has gone by. There's no way to describe the pure happiness that I feel in my soul when they walk through that door. Even when Jae-un stands in front of the tv because he's jealous of the idol on my show. Even when Dav En puts him in what might as well be a sleeper hug in retaliation when he thinks I'm not paying attention. Especially, though, as I get warm smiles, a hug or two, and even a kiss. Every single one different in their own way.

I've had my brain in the show for the past two hours, thinking how lucky the leading lady is because her guy is the absolute epitome of prince charming. Then in walks my own real life Prince Charmings, and I have eight of them. Not just one. I can already feel the happiness like the warmth from the sun on my arms. Then Yeon, who is last to greet me, pulls a bouquet of flowers out of nowhere like he's offering me the sun. They're even a bright yellow, but mixed with a grey color, making it appear as though the moon and the sun are holding hands. I know Dav En had a hand in this somehow, but I don't want to take this moment from Yeon. I'll show him my gratitude later for sharing.

Then Yeon has to go and ask me to stay with him tonight. I tamp down my excitement and try not to jump up and down like I'm doing on the inside as I agree. I watch him leave the room. The quietest most reserved of all of them. Not necessarily the hardest egg to crack, but the one that makes me feel without saying much of anything at all.

He makes my heart race the whole time we're cooking dinner with small touches here and there and leaning over my shoulder, speaking into my ear as he checks the food he's watching beside mine. There's something about his soft deep voice that puts tiny butterflies in my stomach.

After dinner, they let me finish my episode I was watching without a single complaint. When everyone starts drifting their own directions, I hug Yeon from behind the couch, telling him I'm going to swim for a few minutes and then take a shower.

"Mmm," he replies, hitting me with one of his beautiful half smirks over his shoulder.

Kyung walks in behind me when I go to change into my swimsuit. He tucks his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and waits for me to turn around.

“You okay?” I ask, immediately drawn to him.

We put our arms around each other as he looks down at me and replies, “I’m okay. I just needed a second to breathe with you.”

I let my head fall back as I close my eyes and give him what he asks for. My heart is still racing, but after a few minutes of standing alone with him, it feels like it has made a world of difference for both of us. His expression doesn’t look as strained as it did when we walked in here. He drops a kiss on my lips and releases me, but I don’t let him go. I squeeze tighter instead, making him chuckle as his arms come back around me. We stand there for a few more minutes, simply existing together before he gives me another kiss and nudges me toward the door.

I try to take my time with my swim to calm myself down. It's so weird, because I have absolutely no idea why I'm so nervous. I didn't even feel like this when there were three of them in the room and everything was new. When I go to shower, Jae-un is sitting with Kyung at his desk doing something with a game. I drop a kiss on both their cheeks before grabbing my pajamas and jumping in the shower.