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*5 Month Later*

Yn's POV
The last five months have been nothing short of amazing. My relationships with Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Seonwoo, Jungwon, and Riki have blossomed beautifully. They always make time to help me bake, which brings us closer together. However, things have taken a more intimate turn with Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Seonwoo, and Jungwon. As for Riki, I haven't taken that step with him yet; honestly, I'm concerned that he might not be ready. The age gap complicates things in my mind, making it all feel a bit daunting. But today, we're all just enjoying a lazy day together.

As I made my way to the living room, I caught snippets of Riki and Heeseung's conversation drifting from Riki's room

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As I made my way to the living room, I caught snippets of Riki and Heeseung's conversation drifting from Riki's room. I paused to listen.

“It just isn’t fair, Hyung... I feel like I don’t belong in this relationship. You don’t think it’s because I’m Japanese and not Korean, do you???”

Heeseung replied, “Woah, woah, why would you think that??? Mamas loves you so much... just like she loves all of us.”

Riki continued, his voice tinged with sadness, “She cuddles with me, but not like she does with the rest of you. She kisses me, but it’s never as long or as passionate. I see her wearing oversized t-shirts and panties when she goes into your rooms, but she puts on full pajamas when she sleeps in mine. It feels like she sees me as just a friend, not a boyfriend. I hear you all talk about how amazing she tastes and how tight she is... I’d be happy if she would just sleep with me in a t-shirt and panties. It hurts, Hyung...”

I felt a sharp pang of guilt at his words. I hadn’t realized how differently I was treating him compared to the others. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Silence filled the room, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. The door opened, revealing Riki, who was drying his face with his shirt, a gesture that only deepened my frown.

“Love... let’s talk,” I said softly.

He nodded, opening the door wider. Heeseung gave him a gentle pat on the back and kissed my cheek before stepping away, leaving Riki and me alone to address the feelings that had been laid bare...

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