โกWarnings: explicit sexual content, softdom!Jeongin, Reader is a kpop idol (in a group), oral (f. receiving), piv, protected sex, Manyyyy kisses (fr), literally worshiping.
Reader finds herself more and more often catching her gaze drifting across the room, unconsciously searching for one specific idol - Jeongin from Stray Kids. Every shared glance lingers a little too long, every brief moment of eye contact sending an unfamiliar flutter through her chest. After gathering her courage, she finally decides to approach him and start a conversation, half-expecting awkwardness or polite distance. Instead, sheโs met with warmth - Jeongin smiles at her, clearly recognizing her stolen glances It quickly becomes obvious that heโs been looking for her just as often. They spend the evening talking, laughter flowing naturally between them, the atmosphere growing more intimate with every passing minute. Eventually, the night ends in his hotel room, the two of them alone, surrounded by quiet and the unspoken understanding that this connection is something neither of them wants to ignore.
Song - "I Like It" by Stray Kids
Ofc remember English is not my first language, so if there are any mistakes please tell me!
The hallways were completely empty, so every one of your steps echoed through them as you stepped out of the elevator. It was the middle of the night, so it wasnโt surprising that no one was around. You had spent the entire evening, right after the event full of music and group performances, with Jeongin - a member and also the youngest of Stray Kids.
For some time now, you had caught yourself glancing in his direction - whether it was in the hallways of the JYP Entertainment building when you passed each other and exchanged polite greetings, or at events like tonight. You simply couldnโt stop yourself from turning your head toward him every time you caught him in the corner of your eye.
That evening, encouraged by your group members, you finally decided to be brave and talk to him. So right after the event, you found him on his way backstage.
Surprisingly, the conversation went much better than you had expected - it even felt natural, without awkward silences or nervous laughter, as if you had known each other for a long time.
The evening led you to dinner together and then a walk through the park. You were so absorbed in each other and in conversation that you barely noticed the passing time or the world around you, until it was nearly midnight and Jeongin offered to walk you back to your hotel room - an offer you accepted without hesitation.
โSoโฆ here we are.โ he said softly as you stopped in front of your door.
He gave you a gentle smile, the one that made his dimples appear, and looked at you with his warm brown eyes.
You returned his soft smile, nodding slightly as you swiped the key card through the reader, gently opening the door while keeping your hand on the handle - not stepping inside just yet.
Instead, you turned back to look at him.
โOh, andโฆโ you began, hesitating for a moment as if gathering your courage. โCould I give you somethingโฆ?โ
Curious, he tilted his head to the side, a slightly amused sparkle appearing in his eyes at your sudden nervousness, especially after how relaxed you had seemed all evening. Seeing you hesitate tugged lightly at his heart, filling him with both curiosity and a quiet sense of being charmed by this vulnerable moment.
Keeping his gaze on you, he raised an eyebrow slightly, silently encouraging you to continue.
Seeing his reaction, your eyes lingered on him for another moment, as if to make sure he was truly okay with it. Then you took a step forward, closing the already small distance between you. Your fingers gently grasped the front of his tank top beneath his white jacket, partly to steady yourself as you rose onto the tips of your toes to reach him, before placing a soft kiss on his cheek. It was brief and gentle, yet even as you slowly pulled back, he could still feel the warmth of your lips against his skin.
A mix of surprise and something softer crossed his features as he felt the light press of your lips on his cheek. His breath caught in his chest, his heart beating a little faster at how unexpected - and sweet - it was.
For a moment, he stood frozen, a faint shiver running down his spine. His gaze dropped to your face, and his hand found its way to your hip, as if to steady you - though he wasnโt sure whether it was more for you or for himself.
You felt the warmth of his touch even through the fabric of your clothes, and something about it - gentle yet firm - seemed to ignite a spark between you.
โYou can take it as a way of saying good nightโฆโ you said shyly, even though you knew he had noticed the faint blush coloring your cheeks.
His gaze softened at your words, the hint of a smile appearing at the corners of his lips. His hold on you remained gentle, yet steady, as if he wasnโt quite ready to let you go just yet. The warmth of the moment, the closeness, the quiet understanding between you without needing words - all of it made him want to prolong this moment for as long as possible.
His thumb traced subtle circles on your hip as he spoke, his voice soft, barely a whisper in the quiet hotel hallway.
โGood nightโฆ?โ
When the words left his lips, they sounded more like a quiet request for you to stay than a question. He didnโt want the night to end - not yet, not when there was still so much left unspoken between you.
After a moment, his thumb stilled, and his grip on you tightened just slightly, as if silently communicating his desire. He didnโt want you to leave now. The thought of you disappearing behind the hotel room door, not knowing when heโd have another chance to see you with his busy schedule, didnโt sit well with him.
His eyes searched yours, hoping to find a hint of agreement - that you, too, didnโt want this to end yet. He couldnโt stop the soft, almost pleading tone in his voice when he spoke again.
โโฆstay?โ
โShouldnโt I be the one asking you that?โ you asked, a soft smile on your lips.
You took a small step back, and your hand - still holding the front of his clothing - gently tugged him along with you, drawing him a little closer to yourself and the open door behind you. The movement was subtle, almost hesitant, as if you were giving him the chance to pull away at any moment.
At the moment you drew him closer, his breath seemed to stop, surprise and hope filling his eyes. He followed your lead, stepping forward at the gentle pull of your hand, the space between you shrinking with almost tangible tension.
Your subtle invitation hung in the air.
Instead of pulling away, he leaned in just a bit more, his voice barely above a whisper.
โThenโฆ ask.โ
His words were soft, yet carried a hint of demand - a subtle challenge beneath them. His grip on your hip tightened just a fraction more, pulling you even closer, the proximity making it impossible not to notice the faint heat radiating from his body.
His gaze traveled over your face, studying you for a moment, before briefly flickering to the open doorway behind you and then back to your eyes.
The implication was clear. He wanted you to invite him in.
You didnโt say anything right away - you simply held his gaze, your fingers still gently curled in the fabric of his tank top. The silence stretched, soft yet heavy, until you finally let out a quiet laugh and shook your head.
โStay,โ you murmured, your voice low, almost teasing. โBut only for a little while. I wouldnโt want your members to worry about your absence.โ
A small, satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
โThey wonโt even notice.โ
When you pulled him forward into the room, he followed, letting himself be led. The soft click of the door closing behind you created a subtle sense of intimacy, cutting you off from the rest of the hotel, as if you were in your own private world.
The dim lighting and the gentle glow of the bedside lamps cast a warm, almost romantic atmosphere throughout the room as he shifted slightly, guiding you so that your back rested against the wall behind you, trapping you between it and himself.
There was a new intensity in his touch - a subtle shift in his behavior that mirrored the change in the atmosphere. His taller frame nearly completely covered yours as he gently pressed you against the wall. The difference in your heights was more noticeable now, forcing you to tilt your head back slightly to maintain eye contact with him.
He leaned closer, bringing your faces near as his lips hovered just above yours. His gaze flicked down to your mouth and then back to your eyes, silently searching for consent.
โMay Iโฆ?โ he whispered.
โI couldnโt say no to youโฆโ
The moment those words left your lips, he knew he needed nothing else.
And he closed the distance between you.
The kiss was slow at first - gentle, almost reverent - as if savoring a moment heโd been imagining for far too long. His lips moved against yours with warmth and intensity, tender yet filled with all the unspoken feelings that had built between you throughout the evening of stolen glances.
One of his hands slid up to the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheek as he deepened the kiss - still careful, still worshipful. He didnโt rush it; he wanted to savor every second with you.
He pulled back just a fraction, his breath mingling with yours as your lips barely parted.
His thumb continued to trace the gentle curve of your cheek, as if unwilling to let go of that small, intimate connection. His free hand traveled down your back, fingers finding the zipper of your dress, toying with it.
Leaning in again, his lips brushed along your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses until he found a sensitive spot just beneath your ear. His warm breath danced over your skin, sending pleasant shivers through your body. He took a moment to gently kiss the spot - so softly it felt like a whisper - before pressing his face into the crook of your neck.
His lips brushed over your pulse point - once, twice - slow and deliberate. His hand remained at your back, fingers tugging lightly at the zipper as if asking permission without words.
He lifted his head just enough to meet your eyes, dark with desire and something softer beneath it - something almost shy under the heat.
โCan Iโฆ?โ
You nodded without hesitation. The gentle way he touched you was enough to make you trust him.
With careful fingers, he slowly unzipped the back of your dress - not all the way, just enough that the straps loosened on your shoulders. His fingers slid along them as he gently pushed them aside, down your arms. The fabric around your waist slackened, revealing your bra beneath while the dress still pooled around your hips.
As your skin was exposed to the cool air of the room - and his gaze - he leaned in again, hands settling at your waist.
โSo prettyโฆโ he murmured against your collarbone before kissing it.
โMmmโฆโ He let the sound vibrate against your skin as his lips trailed upward, reclaiming yours in a slow, deepening kiss. One hand tangled gently in your hair at the nape of your neck while the other pressed low against your spine, holding you exactly where he wanted.
When you finally broke apart, his forehead rested against yours - his eyes full of emotion and desire.
โโฆI could kiss you all night, you know?โ he whispered, half joking, half sincere.
โBut maybe we should move this to the bed before I end up doing more than thatโฆโ he added, pulling back just enough to find your hand and lace his fingers with yours as he guided you toward the bed. The backs of your knees hit the edge as he led you down against the sheets.
He followed you down, carefully propping himself on one elbow so he wouldnโt crush you with his weight. His gaze swept over your face - the soft flush of your cheeks, the way your lips were slightly parted.
โStill with me?โ he murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair from your forehead. His voice was gentler now, softened by concern and something deeper than desire.
When you nodded, his lips curved into a small, tender smile. Then he dipped his head again โ this time kissing along the column of your neck in slow, deliberate motions.
Each kiss felt like a promise -ย I see you, I want you, and Iโm not rushing.
His hand moved from your face to trace the line of your collarbone, then lower - hesitating just above the swell of your chest, giving you time.
โTell me if you want me to stopโฆโ he whispered against your skin, his voice rough with restraint. Then, without waiting for an answer - because he already knew, because you were still there, holding his gaze - he leaned down and placed a kiss on the soft spot just above your heart.
He lingered there, exploring your skin with his lips, feeling the rapid beat of your pulse beneath them. Then he moved lower - his mouth tracing the curve of your body, down over your stomach, lower and lower.
โGod, youโre gorgeousโฆโ he murmured reverently as his lips found the dip of your hip bone. He lingered there for a moment, letting his breath ghost over the sensitive skin. โโฆHow are you even real?โ
His eyes traced your body as if committing every detail to memory, then returned to your face. The sight of you - flushed, slightly breathless, eyes locked on his - sent a thrill through him.
His gaze darkened the longer you held each otherโs eyes.
โYou know what I want now?โ he whispered.
โTo touch youโฆโ
Everywhere.
The word remained unspoken, hanging heavy in the air between you.
His hands left your waist to cup your thighs, pushing them apart slightly as he settled between them. The new proximity made his breath catch, his eyes flicking quickly up to yours.
โMay Iโฆ?โ he asked hoarsely, his fingers tracing small, torturous patterns along your inner thighs.
You didnโt answer right away, but the warmth in your eyes - the way your body arched subtly toward his touch - was all the consent he needed. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your knee in quiet thanks before moving higher. His hands slid upward, skimming your warm skin with a feather-light touch. Gently, he pushed the fabric of your dress - still caught around your waist - upward, revealing more and more of you.
With every kiss he placed on your body, his hands traveled higher, until his fingers finally wrapped around the fabric and slid your dress down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your lingerie - and fully in his gaze.
โYouโre beautiful,โ he murmured, his entire focus fixed on you.
Slowly and carefully, his fingers reached the edge of your panties. He paused just long enough to look up and meet your eyes. Then, with agonizing slowness, he hooked a finger under the lace and gently slid them down your thighs.
His breath hitched at what he found - warmth, slickness,ย you -ย and for a moment, he simply stared. He couldnโt look away. Not when you were this perfect in front of him.
His lips curved into something between a smile and a groan as he leaned in and tested you.
Slow.
Soft.
Reverent.
Just one long stroke to start - one that made you gasp and arch off the bed.
He took his time, every movement deliberate, intentional - like exploring uncharted territory he never wanted to forget. And you responded - god, you did. Your hands found his hair, fingers tangling in it, a silent encouragement urging him on.
He didnโt speed up - not yet. Instead, he focused on savoring every reaction from you, every shiver, every hitch of breath, letting them guide him.
He curled his hands beneath your thighs, holding you just open enough as he pressed deeper - lips, tongue, everything devoted to you. A low hum vibrated against you as he tasted again, longer this time - and when you gasped his name into the quiet of the room?
That was it.
He let go of all restraint.
His pace quickened, relentless yet still tender - each movement calculated to drive you higher. One hand slid up to cup your breast, teasing briefly before returning lower, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves with just the tip of his finger while his mouth worked magic below.
โYou feel so good,โ he murmured against your skin between kisses and slow strokes โ more breath than words, but no less sincere.
Another soft gasp - his name again, broken this time - and he smiled, feeling it more than hearing it.
He was close. You were close. The tension coiled tighter and tighterโฆ until suddenly-
-He pulled back.
Resting his head against your thigh, he panted softly as he looked up at you. โI needโฆโ he started, his voice rough. โโฆI need to be inside you.โ
His hands gripped your hips as he pushed himself up, crawling over you until his face hovered just above yours. His eyes - dark, blown wide with want - searched yours for even a hint of hesitation.
He kissed you hard then - deep and desperate - as if trying to pour every unspoken feeling into that single moment. One hand slipped between you, fumbling slightly with his belt and pants in his urgency.
โTell me yes,โ he whispered against your lips. โPlease.โ
You held his gaze, chest rising and falling with each breath, eyes dark, cheeks flushed - and nodded. A tiny movement, barely perceptible, yet it felt like a declaration.
His breath rushed out - half relief, half fire - as he quickly shed the rest of his clothes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small foil packet, tearing it open with slightly unsteady hands.
Rolling it on with careful urgency, he settled back between your thighs, propping himself on one elbow so he could see your face - so you could see him.
โIโll go slow.โ he promised, his voice rough but tender as he guided himself to you. One hand found yours beneath him, your fingers intertwining as if that connection mattered more than anything else.
And then - he pushed in.
Slowly. Gently. Letting you adjust to every inch until he was fully inside you.
โGodโฆ y/nโฆโ His voice broke on your name as he stilled, his forehead resting against yours, trying not to lose control right then and there.
He waited - just breathing, just feeling - until your hips shifted beneath him, a silent signal that you were ready.
Then he began to move.
Slow at first - long, deep strokes that made you gasp and squeeze his hand tighter. Each thrust was deliberate, deep enough to pull soft sounds from your throat. He watched your face like it was sacred - the way your lips parted, how your eyes fluttered closed and then opened again, as if you needed to see him too.
โLook at me,โ he whispered, hoarse but gentle. โI want to see you when I love you.โ
And with those words, he picked up the pace slightly - not rougher, just deeper - chasing something only the two of you could reach together.
You arched into him with every movement, breath coming in short, sweet gasps. The way he saidย love youย - not as something casual, but as something real - sent a shiver through you that had nothing to do with heat alone.
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss, needing the closeness, needingย you. His hips never stopped moving - every thrust deep, true, perfect.
โYouโre so tightโฆ so perfectโฆโ he groaned against your mouth. โI canโt last like thisโฆโ
Still, he tried - for you - to hold on just a little longer.
One hand slid between you again, finding that sensitive spot above where you were joined. His thumb moved in slow circles, firm but gentle, perfectly timed with his movements.
โLet me feel you come first,โ he whispered raggedly against your ear. โPlease.โ
He kept moving - relentless in his devotion, every motion designed to take you higher. His thumb worked in perfect rhythm, drawing you closer and closer.
And then
Your back arched sharply off the bed, a cry tearing from your lips as pleasure crashed through you. Your body clenched around him, tight and pulsing - and it was all he could do not to lose himself right then.
โGodโฆโ he choked, burying his face against your neck as you rode it out beneath him. โYou feel so damn goodโฆโ
But even as you trembled through the aftershocks, he couldnโt stop.
His movements grew faster, deeper, chasing his own release with raw need - and something dangerously close to love.
โY/nโฆโ His voice broke on your name just before he stilled completely - the world narrowing to nothing but heat, closeness,ย youย -
And then he came.
It was more than pleasure. It was a release he hadnโt known he needed. And as he lay there, breathless against your neck, his heart pounded wildly beneath his ribs.
After a moment, he pulled back enough to look at your face - flushed and beautiful in the soft light โ and smiled.
He carefully withdrew, disposed of the condom, then lay back down beside you, pulling you into his arms without a word. You fit perfectly against him - one hand resting on your waist, the other gently brushing stray curls from your forehead.
โThat wasโฆ more than I ever imagined.โ he whispered into the quiet darkness, his voice soft - almost shy now.
After a pause, he kissed your shoulder. โโฆCan I stay? Justโฆ hold you a little longer?โ
โI wouldnโt want anything else right now,โ you admitted, wrapping your arm around him as your head settled against his chest.
He hummed contentedly, pulling you closer, breathing you in.
For a few minutes, you lay there in comfortable silence - him listening to your breathing, feeling the rise and fall of your chest beneath his hand. There were things to say, questions to askโฆ but they could wait.
โY/nโฆ?โ he asked quietly after a while.
โMhmโฆ yeah?โ
โWhat are weโฆ?โ
The question lingered in the air - heavy, uncertain.
โกWarnings: explicit sexual content, softdom!Jeongin, Reader is a kpop idol (in a group), oral (f. receiving), piv, protected sex, Manyyyy kisses (fr), literally worshiping.
Reader finds herself more and more often catching her gaze drifting across the room, unconsciously searching for one specific idol - Jeongin from Stray Kids. Every shared glance lingers a little too long, every brief moment of eye contact sending an unfamiliar flutter through her chest. After gathering her courage, she finally decides to approach him and start a conversation, half-expecting awkwardness or polite distance. Instead, sheโs met with warmth - Jeongin smiles at her, clearly recognizing her stolen glances It quickly becomes obvious that heโs been looking for her just as often. They spend the evening talking, laughter flowing naturally between them, the atmosphere growing more intimate with every passing minute. Eventually, the night ends in his hotel room, the two of them alone, surrounded by quiet and the unspoken understanding that this connection is something neither of them wants to ignore.
Song - "I Like It" by Stray Kids
Ofc remember English is not my first language, so if there are any mistakes please tell me!
The hallways were completely empty, so every one of your steps echoed through them as you stepped out of the elevator. It was the middle of the night, so it wasnโt surprising that no one was around. You had spent the entire evening, right after the event full of music and group performances, with Jeongin - a member and also the youngest of Stray Kids.
For some time now, you had caught yourself glancing in his direction - whether it was in the hallways of the JYP Entertainment building when you passed each other and exchanged polite greetings, or at events like tonight. You simply couldnโt stop yourself from turning your head toward him every time you caught him in the corner of your eye.
That evening, encouraged by your group members, you finally decided to be brave and talk to him. So right after the event, you found him on his way backstage.
Surprisingly, the conversation went much better than you had expected - it even felt natural, without awkward silences or nervous laughter, as if you had known each other for a long time.
The evening led you to dinner together and then a walk through the park. You were so absorbed in each other and in conversation that you barely noticed the passing time or the world around you, until it was nearly midnight and Jeongin offered to walk you back to your hotel room - an offer you accepted without hesitation.
โSoโฆ here we are.โ he said softly as you stopped in front of your door.
He gave you a gentle smile, the one that made his dimples appear, and looked at you with his warm brown eyes.
You returned his soft smile, nodding slightly as you swiped the key card through the reader, gently opening the door while keeping your hand on the handle - not stepping inside just yet.
Instead, you turned back to look at him.
โOh, andโฆโ you began, hesitating for a moment as if gathering your courage. โCould I give you somethingโฆ?โ
Curious, he tilted his head to the side, a slightly amused sparkle appearing in his eyes at your sudden nervousness, especially after how relaxed you had seemed all evening. Seeing you hesitate tugged lightly at his heart, filling him with both curiosity and a quiet sense of being charmed by this vulnerable moment.
Keeping his gaze on you, he raised an eyebrow slightly, silently encouraging you to continue.
Seeing his reaction, your eyes lingered on him for another moment, as if to make sure he was truly okay with it. Then you took a step forward, closing the already small distance between you. Your fingers gently grasped the front of his tank top beneath his white jacket, partly to steady yourself as you rose onto the tips of your toes to reach him, before placing a soft kiss on his cheek. It was brief and gentle, yet even as you slowly pulled back, he could still feel the warmth of your lips against his skin.
A mix of surprise and something softer crossed his features as he felt the light press of your lips on his cheek. His breath caught in his chest, his heart beating a little faster at how unexpected - and sweet - it was.
For a moment, he stood frozen, a faint shiver running down his spine. His gaze dropped to your face, and his hand found its way to your hip, as if to steady you - though he wasnโt sure whether it was more for you or for himself.
You felt the warmth of his touch even through the fabric of your clothes, and something about it - gentle yet firm - seemed to ignite a spark between you.
โYou can take it as a way of saying good nightโฆโ you said shyly, even though you knew he had noticed the faint blush coloring your cheeks.
His gaze softened at your words, the hint of a smile appearing at the corners of his lips. His hold on you remained gentle, yet steady, as if he wasnโt quite ready to let you go just yet. The warmth of the moment, the closeness, the quiet understanding between you without needing words - all of it made him want to prolong this moment for as long as possible.
His thumb traced subtle circles on your hip as he spoke, his voice soft, barely a whisper in the quiet hotel hallway.
โGood nightโฆ?โ
When the words left his lips, they sounded more like a quiet request for you to stay than a question. He didnโt want the night to end - not yet, not when there was still so much left unspoken between you.
After a moment, his thumb stilled, and his grip on you tightened just slightly, as if silently communicating his desire. He didnโt want you to leave now. The thought of you disappearing behind the hotel room door, not knowing when heโd have another chance to see you with his busy schedule, didnโt sit well with him.
His eyes searched yours, hoping to find a hint of agreement - that you, too, didnโt want this to end yet. He couldnโt stop the soft, almost pleading tone in his voice when he spoke again.
โโฆstay?โ
โShouldnโt I be the one asking you that?โ you asked, a soft smile on your lips.
You took a small step back, and your hand - still holding the front of his clothing - gently tugged him along with you, drawing him a little closer to yourself and the open door behind you. The movement was subtle, almost hesitant, as if you were giving him the chance to pull away at any moment.
At the moment you drew him closer, his breath seemed to stop, surprise and hope filling his eyes. He followed your lead, stepping forward at the gentle pull of your hand, the space between you shrinking with almost tangible tension.
Your subtle invitation hung in the air.
Instead of pulling away, he leaned in just a bit more, his voice barely above a whisper.
โThenโฆ ask.โ
His words were soft, yet carried a hint of demand - a subtle challenge beneath them. His grip on your hip tightened just a fraction more, pulling you even closer, the proximity making it impossible not to notice the faint heat radiating from his body.
His gaze traveled over your face, studying you for a moment, before briefly flickering to the open doorway behind you and then back to your eyes.
The implication was clear. He wanted you to invite him in.
You didnโt say anything right away - you simply held his gaze, your fingers still gently curled in the fabric of his tank top. The silence stretched, soft yet heavy, until you finally let out a quiet laugh and shook your head.
โStay,โ you murmured, your voice low, almost teasing. โBut only for a little while. I wouldnโt want your members to worry about your absence.โ
A small, satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
โThey wonโt even notice.โ
When you pulled him forward into the room, he followed, letting himself be led. The soft click of the door closing behind you created a subtle sense of intimacy, cutting you off from the rest of the hotel, as if you were in your own private world.
The dim lighting and the gentle glow of the bedside lamps cast a warm, almost romantic atmosphere throughout the room as he shifted slightly, guiding you so that your back rested against the wall behind you, trapping you between it and himself.
There was a new intensity in his touch - a subtle shift in his behavior that mirrored the change in the atmosphere. His taller frame nearly completely covered yours as he gently pressed you against the wall. The difference in your heights was more noticeable now, forcing you to tilt your head back slightly to maintain eye contact with him.
He leaned closer, bringing your faces near as his lips hovered just above yours. His gaze flicked down to your mouth and then back to your eyes, silently searching for consent.
โMay Iโฆ?โ he whispered.
โI couldnโt say no to youโฆโ
The moment those words left your lips, he knew he needed nothing else.
And he closed the distance between you.
The kiss was slow at first - gentle, almost reverent - as if savoring a moment heโd been imagining for far too long. His lips moved against yours with warmth and intensity, tender yet filled with all the unspoken feelings that had built between you throughout the evening of stolen glances.
One of his hands slid up to the side of your face, his thumb brushing your cheek as he deepened the kiss - still careful, still worshipful. He didnโt rush it; he wanted to savor every second with you.
He pulled back just a fraction, his breath mingling with yours as your lips barely parted.
His thumb continued to trace the gentle curve of your cheek, as if unwilling to let go of that small, intimate connection. His free hand traveled down your back, fingers finding the zipper of your dress, toying with it.
Leaning in again, his lips brushed along your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses until he found a sensitive spot just beneath your ear. His warm breath danced over your skin, sending pleasant shivers through your body. He took a moment to gently kiss the spot - so softly it felt like a whisper - before pressing his face into the crook of your neck.
His lips brushed over your pulse point - once, twice - slow and deliberate. His hand remained at your back, fingers tugging lightly at the zipper as if asking permission without words.
He lifted his head just enough to meet your eyes, dark with desire and something softer beneath it - something almost shy under the heat.
โCan Iโฆ?โ
You nodded without hesitation. The gentle way he touched you was enough to make you trust him.
With careful fingers, he slowly unzipped the back of your dress - not all the way, just enough that the straps loosened on your shoulders. His fingers slid along them as he gently pushed them aside, down your arms. The fabric around your waist slackened, revealing your bra beneath while the dress still pooled around your hips.
As your skin was exposed to the cool air of the room - and his gaze - he leaned in again, hands settling at your waist.
โSo prettyโฆโ he murmured against your collarbone before kissing it.
โMmmโฆโ He let the sound vibrate against your skin as his lips trailed upward, reclaiming yours in a slow, deepening kiss. One hand tangled gently in your hair at the nape of your neck while the other pressed low against your spine, holding you exactly where he wanted.
When you finally broke apart, his forehead rested against yours - his eyes full of emotion and desire.
โโฆI could kiss you all night, you know?โ he whispered, half joking, half sincere.
โBut maybe we should move this to the bed before I end up doing more than thatโฆโ he added, pulling back just enough to find your hand and lace his fingers with yours as he guided you toward the bed. The backs of your knees hit the edge as he led you down against the sheets.
He followed you down, carefully propping himself on one elbow so he wouldnโt crush you with his weight. His gaze swept over your face - the soft flush of your cheeks, the way your lips were slightly parted.
โStill with me?โ he murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair from your forehead. His voice was gentler now, softened by concern and something deeper than desire.
When you nodded, his lips curved into a small, tender smile. Then he dipped his head again โ this time kissing along the column of your neck in slow, deliberate motions.
Each kiss felt like a promise -ย I see you, I want you, and Iโm not rushing.
His hand moved from your face to trace the line of your collarbone, then lower - hesitating just above the swell of your chest, giving you time.
โTell me if you want me to stopโฆโ he whispered against your skin, his voice rough with restraint. Then, without waiting for an answer - because he already knew, because you were still there, holding his gaze - he leaned down and placed a kiss on the soft spot just above your heart.
He lingered there, exploring your skin with his lips, feeling the rapid beat of your pulse beneath them. Then he moved lower - his mouth tracing the curve of your body, down over your stomach, lower and lower.
โGod, youโre gorgeousโฆโ he murmured reverently as his lips found the dip of your hip bone. He lingered there for a moment, letting his breath ghost over the sensitive skin. โโฆHow are you even real?โ
His eyes traced your body as if committing every detail to memory, then returned to your face. The sight of you - flushed, slightly breathless, eyes locked on his - sent a thrill through him.
His gaze darkened the longer you held each otherโs eyes.
โYou know what I want now?โ he whispered.
โTo touch youโฆโ
Everywhere.
The word remained unspoken, hanging heavy in the air between you.
His hands left your waist to cup your thighs, pushing them apart slightly as he settled between them. The new proximity made his breath catch, his eyes flicking quickly up to yours.
โMay Iโฆ?โ he asked hoarsely, his fingers tracing small, torturous patterns along your inner thighs.
You didnโt answer right away, but the warmth in your eyes - the way your body arched subtly toward his touch - was all the consent he needed. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your knee in quiet thanks before moving higher. His hands slid upward, skimming your warm skin with a feather-light touch. Gently, he pushed the fabric of your dress - still caught around your waist - upward, revealing more and more of you.
With every kiss he placed on your body, his hands traveled higher, until his fingers finally wrapped around the fabric and slid your dress down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your lingerie - and fully in his gaze.
โYouโre beautiful,โ he murmured, his entire focus fixed on you.
Slowly and carefully, his fingers reached the edge of your panties. He paused just long enough to look up and meet your eyes. Then, with agonizing slowness, he hooked a finger under the lace and gently slid them down your thighs.
His breath hitched at what he found - warmth, slickness,ย you -ย and for a moment, he simply stared. He couldnโt look away. Not when you were this perfect in front of him.
His lips curved into something between a smile and a groan as he leaned in and tested you.
Slow.
Soft.
Reverent.
Just one long stroke to start - one that made you gasp and arch off the bed.
He took his time, every movement deliberate, intentional - like exploring uncharted territory he never wanted to forget. And you responded - god, you did. Your hands found his hair, fingers tangling in it, a silent encouragement urging him on.
He didnโt speed up - not yet. Instead, he focused on savoring every reaction from you, every shiver, every hitch of breath, letting them guide him.
He curled his hands beneath your thighs, holding you just open enough as he pressed deeper - lips, tongue, everything devoted to you. A low hum vibrated against you as he tasted again, longer this time - and when you gasped his name into the quiet of the room?
That was it.
He let go of all restraint.
His pace quickened, relentless yet still tender - each movement calculated to drive you higher. One hand slid up to cup your breast, teasing briefly before returning lower, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves with just the tip of his finger while his mouth worked magic below.
โYou feel so good,โ he murmured against your skin between kisses and slow strokes โ more breath than words, but no less sincere.
Another soft gasp - his name again, broken this time - and he smiled, feeling it more than hearing it.
He was close. You were close. The tension coiled tighter and tighterโฆ until suddenly-
-He pulled back.
Resting his head against your thigh, he panted softly as he looked up at you. โI needโฆโ he started, his voice rough. โโฆI need to be inside you.โ
His hands gripped your hips as he pushed himself up, crawling over you until his face hovered just above yours. His eyes - dark, blown wide with want - searched yours for even a hint of hesitation.
He kissed you hard then - deep and desperate - as if trying to pour every unspoken feeling into that single moment. One hand slipped between you, fumbling slightly with his belt and pants in his urgency.
โTell me yes,โ he whispered against your lips. โPlease.โ
You held his gaze, chest rising and falling with each breath, eyes dark, cheeks flushed - and nodded. A tiny movement, barely perceptible, yet it felt like a declaration.
His breath rushed out - half relief, half fire - as he quickly shed the rest of his clothes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small foil packet, tearing it open with slightly unsteady hands.
Rolling it on with careful urgency, he settled back between your thighs, propping himself on one elbow so he could see your face - so you could see him.
โIโll go slow.โ he promised, his voice rough but tender as he guided himself to you. One hand found yours beneath him, your fingers intertwining as if that connection mattered more than anything else.
And then - he pushed in.
Slowly. Gently. Letting you adjust to every inch until he was fully inside you.
โGodโฆ y/nโฆโ His voice broke on your name as he stilled, his forehead resting against yours, trying not to lose control right then and there.
He waited - just breathing, just feeling - until your hips shifted beneath him, a silent signal that you were ready.
Then he began to move.
Slow at first - long, deep strokes that made you gasp and squeeze his hand tighter. Each thrust was deliberate, deep enough to pull soft sounds from your throat. He watched your face like it was sacred - the way your lips parted, how your eyes fluttered closed and then opened again, as if you needed to see him too.
โLook at me,โ he whispered, hoarse but gentle. โI want to see you when I love you.โ
And with those words, he picked up the pace slightly - not rougher, just deeper - chasing something only the two of you could reach together.
You arched into him with every movement, breath coming in short, sweet gasps. The way he saidย love youย - not as something casual, but as something real - sent a shiver through you that had nothing to do with heat alone.
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss, needing the closeness, needingย you. His hips never stopped moving - every thrust deep, true, perfect.
โYouโre so tightโฆ so perfectโฆโ he groaned against your mouth. โI canโt last like thisโฆโ
Still, he tried - for you - to hold on just a little longer.
One hand slid between you again, finding that sensitive spot above where you were joined. His thumb moved in slow circles, firm but gentle, perfectly timed with his movements.
โLet me feel you come first,โ he whispered raggedly against your ear. โPlease.โ
He kept moving - relentless in his devotion, every motion designed to take you higher. His thumb worked in perfect rhythm, drawing you closer and closer.
And then
Your back arched sharply off the bed, a cry tearing from your lips as pleasure crashed through you. Your body clenched around him, tight and pulsing - and it was all he could do not to lose himself right then.
โGodโฆโ he choked, burying his face against your neck as you rode it out beneath him. โYou feel so damn goodโฆโ
But even as you trembled through the aftershocks, he couldnโt stop.
His movements grew faster, deeper, chasing his own release with raw need - and something dangerously close to love.
โY/nโฆโ His voice broke on your name just before he stilled completely - the world narrowing to nothing but heat, closeness,ย youย -
And then he came.
It was more than pleasure. It was a release he hadnโt known he needed. And as he lay there, breathless against your neck, his heart pounded wildly beneath his ribs.
After a moment, he pulled back enough to look at your face - flushed and beautiful in the soft light โ and smiled.
He carefully withdrew, disposed of the condom, then lay back down beside you, pulling you into his arms without a word. You fit perfectly against him - one hand resting on your waist, the other gently brushing stray curls from your forehead.
โThat wasโฆ more than I ever imagined.โ he whispered into the quiet darkness, his voice soft - almost shy now.
After a pause, he kissed your shoulder. โโฆCan I stay? Justโฆ hold you a little longer?โ
โI wouldnโt want anything else right now,โ you admitted, wrapping your arm around him as your head settled against his chest.
He hummed contentedly, pulling you closer, breathing you in.
For a few minutes, you lay there in comfortable silence - him listening to your breathing, feeling the rise and fall of your chest beneath his hand. There were things to say, questions to askโฆ but they could wait.
โY/nโฆ?โ he asked quietly after a while.
โMhmโฆ yeah?โ
โWhat are weโฆ?โ
The question lingered in the air - heavy, uncertain.
Boyfriend!Chan:ย who loves when you sit on his lap while he quietly works on his music. The studio is calm - the only sounds are the soft clicks of his keyboard and your slow, steady breaths as you hide your face in the curve of his neck. Your warm breath brushes against his skin, and every now and then he lifts a hand to gently run his fingers through your hair.
"Just a little longer, and weโll go home. Promise."
Boyfriend!Chan:ย who canโt go a single day without giving you at least one compliment. It doesnโt matter if itโs a cheesy comment about how beautiful you look doing your makeup, styling your hair, choosing your outfit - or how well you handle everyday things. He always makes sure you feel appreciated.
"You donโt need makeup, you already look gorgeous."
"Smells amazing, whatever youโre cooking is going to be delicious."
Boyfriend!Chan:ย whose love language is forehead kisses - in the morning before he leaves, when he comes home from work, and right before you both fall asleep. A few times a day, heโll walk up behind you while youโre busy cooking, wrap his strong arms around your waist, rest his head on your shoulder, his warm breath brushing your neck as he murmurs, asking if you need help - then places a soft kiss on your forehead.
Boyfriend!Chan:ย who tends to work longer than he should - something you often scold him for, but he always brushes it off with a quiet, "Itโs nothing."ย Yet every time he notices you starting to fall asleep on the couch behind him in the studio, he feels a pang of guilt in his chest for making you wait. He hates when you worry about him, so he tries not to push himself too hard - though sometimes it doesnโt go as planned. Thatโs why heโs so grateful that youโre there for him, even when he doesnโt say it out loud.
Lee Know
Boyfriend!Minho:ย who pretends to be annoyed whenever you suddenly cling to him, hug him, or kiss his cheek - but he canโt hide the way his ears turn pink and his heartbeat quickens just a little.
Boyfriend!Minho:ย who sends you more pictures of his food than of himself, usually with captions like "My dinner"ย or "Thought about you, so I took a picture."ย But when you finally manage to convince him to send you a selfie, itโs always something completely random - covered in silly filters or so blurry you can barely recognize him.
Boyfriend!Minho:ย who shoots death glares at anyone that dares to look at you for too long or in a way he doesnโt like. His hand finds its way to your hips, pulling you closer - just enough to make it clear that youโre with him.
Boyfriend!Minho:ย whose mornings always start with his beloved cats - Soonie, Doongie, and Dori - climbing all over you to wake you up, while the smell of warm, delicious breakfast drifts in from the kitchen. Still tangled in the blankets, with three cats curled up around you, you look up to see Minho entering the room, a plate of food in hand, his voice soft and affectionate as he calls out "Wake up, jagiya."
Changbin
Boyfriend!Changbinย who always keeps his hand on your thigh - whether youโre curled up together in the living room for a movie night or sitting across from each other at a restaurant. His warm hand always finds its way there, a small, possessive gesture that says both "youโre safe with me"ย and "youโre mine"
Boyfriend!Changbin,ย known for his rather short height, secretly loves it when you ask him to reach something from the top shelf - even though there isnโt much of a height difference between you. When he finally manages to grab whatever you wanted, he proudly hands it to you, waiting for your "thank you"ย and that sweet compliment that always makes him blush a little, even if he tries to play it cool.
Boyfriend!Changbinย who is literally a walking green flag - always holding the door for you, never raising his voice no matter what happens (itโs just not in him). He insists on carrying your things - even the light ones - and constantly makes sure you feel comfortable around other men, whether itโs staff or his members. Youโll often catch him glancing at you to check in, or quietly draping his jacket over your lap when youโre wearing a skirt or a dress. He trusts the guys, but your comfort always comes first.
Boyfriend!Changbinย whoโs endlessly patient when it comes to shopping with you. Youโve gone into the fitting room for the hundredth time? Heโll just wait, smiling, because he knows how much you enjoy it. To him, itโs no different than his time at the gym - you have patience for his workouts? so he has patience for your "hobby."
Hyunjin
Boyfriend!Hyunjin:ย who is literally your personal photographer - always bringing his small camera on your dates. Whether itโs an amusement park, a simple walk by the Han River, or just a quiet park stroll, he always finds a moment to take a few pictures of you - preferably when youโre not looking. "What? Iโm just capturing beauty"ย he says with a teasing smile.
Boyfriend!Hyunjin:ย who, whenever youโre in a store and he notices you eyeing some clothes - even when you try to hide it because theyโre a bit expensive - just buys them for you without asking. "You like it, Iโm buying it. Simple."ย "Donโt worry about the price, pick whatever you want - I just want you to feel beautiful."
Boyfriend!Hyunjin:ย who, when heโs abroad for concerts, loves sending you handwritten letters because he knows you find them "more romantic"ย Whenever he gets a quiet moment in his hotel room, heโll spend it sketching - little drawings related to you, portraits of your face, or flowers you love - all neatly tucked into the letter.
Boyfriend!Hyunjin:ย who buys you flowers for no reason at all. A date during a walk? Flowers. Showing up at your door in the morning? Definitely with flowers. He loves the way surprise flashes across your face right before that beautiful smile appears - the one he could look at for hoursโฆ hell, heย wouldย draw it for hours if he could.
Han Jisung
Boyfriend!Jisung:ย who is literally the biggest simp (like,ย actually). Always overreacting whenever you show him how you look in new clothes -
"OMG JAGI WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE A GIRLFRIEND LIKE YOU?!"
"I have the prettiest, coolest, and most perfect girlfriend ever!!"
Boyfriend!Jisung:ย who gets pouty whenever you donโt give him enough attention - because, excuse me? Youโreย busy? Not acceptable in his mind; there shouldย alwaysย be time for him. To get your attention, he starts doing aegyo in front of you, clinging to your arm and whining dramatically.
"My love? Look at meee~"
"Pretty please?"
Boyfriend!Jisung:ย who stays on video call with you until late at night, guitar in hand, softly singing for you. His gentle voice fills your room through the phone, making it easier to fall asleep as you curl up under your blanket. He keeps singing until he notices youโve already drifted off - and with a small, tender smile, he ends the call and sends a simple "Goodnight <3"ย message.
Boyfriend!Jisung:ย whoโs clingy and completely unashamed about it - even around the members. Always wrapping his arm around your waist, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, totally ignoring their teasing. He doesnโt care; all that matters to him is the warmth of your body and the comfort of your touch. (Especially when you run your fingers through his hair - the manย meltsย on the spot.)
Felix
Boyfriend!Felix:ย who texts you every single morning to wish you a good day. He always checks in to make sure youโre feeling okay, and somehow still finds time to give you attention even with his busy schedule.
"Have a good day, my love <3"
"Miss you, angel."
Boyfriend!Felix:ย who lets you doย literally anythingย with his hair - from running your fingers through it to styling it with cute clips and pins.
"If you style it like that, Iโm gonna look like an anime character"ย he laughs, watching you with soft, sparkling eyes.
Boyfriend!Felix:ย whoย lovesย giving you kisses. Heโll gently take your chin in his hand so youโll look at him, lean closer, and press a soft kiss to your lips - then scatter a few more across your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and your forehead, making you burst into quiet giggles.
Boyfriend!Felix:ย with whom you can spend hours gaming - whether itโsย Minecraftย orย Mario Kart, itโs always fun and full of laughter until you both lose track of time. And even though Felix is naturally competitive, sometimes he lets you win on purpose just to see that bright smile on your face.
"You did really well."
"Youโre actually good at this, you know."
Seungmin
Boyfriend!Seungmin:ย Hear me out - Kim Seungmin, the ultimate tsundere boyfriend.
When you text him "I love you"ย ย heโll reply with "Gross."ย โฆonly to follow up a second later with "I love you too."
Heย livesย to tease you just to see your reaction -
"I love you tooโฆ I guess."
"Iโm not cute, shut up."
Boyfriend!Seungmin:ย who acts all distant and composed around the other members - but in private? Heโs a literal puppy whoโd rather stay home cuddling with you all day than go to work.
"Warm."
"Give me a hug."
"Miss you."
Boyfriend!Seungmin:ย theย secret freak.ย Yep.ย A freak.
He listens to Muse and The Weeknd, smiling like an angel while hidingย veryย unholy thoughts. That cute laugh and soft attitude? Total cover. When youโre out together, maybe at dinner with others, heโll hold your hand under the table - and occasionally lean in close to whisper somethingย farย from innocent against your ear.
Boyfriend!Seungmin:ย whoโll spend way too long at a claw machine just to win you a plushie. After losing a few coins and muttering quiet curses under his breath, he finally manages to grab one. He hands it to you, trying to look coo -
"Here."
"Pfft, itโs nothing."
"Told you it was easy."
Jeongin
Boyfriend!Jeongin:ย who usually dodges hugs from his members and makes exaggerated disgusted faces whenever they try - but absolutelyย lovesย it whenย youย hug him.
Itโs just different with you. Endless cuddles, your fingers running through his perfectly styled hair while he lets you mess it up without a complaint. He could hold your hand all day, even if the members tease him about it later.
Boyfriend!Jeongin:ย who loves taking you on late-night walks, your hands intertwined the whole time. And the moment he notices youโre even a little cold, heโll stop, stand in front of you, and wrap his scarf gently around your neck.
"Letโs head backโฆ itโs getting cold."
Then, with a small smile, he takes your hand again, walking you home and making sure you get there safely.
Boyfriend!Jeongin:ย who gets shy every single time you compliment him. He canโt stop smiling, even while he tries to hide it by looking away and mumbling something under his breath. But you know he secretly loves it - which is exactly why you keep showering him with compliments just to make him flustered.
Boyfriend!Jeongin:ย matching outfits with him.
He loves it when the two of you wear similar clothes on dates - even if itโs something simple like matching hoodies. He canโt help but smile when people immediately recognize youโre a couple. And when older people call you "such a cute pair"ย Jeongin feels a warm flutter in his chest and a quiet sense of pride.
โกSummary: October 31, Reader, while spending time at a Halloween party with friends, can't shake the feeling that someone is watching her. It turns out that a man dressed as a vampire hiding behind a mask is not watching her for the first time.
Hiii, I finally managed to find the time and strength to write something, I'm back after a long break with a short one-shot with Hyunjin ^^
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October 31st. Halloween.
Loud music echoed through the house, mixing with the laughter and chatter of people dressed in all sorts of costumes - witches, pirates, movie characters, and those more terrifying ones with fake blood and intricate makeup.
You stood by the counter in the kitchen, sipping your drink alone while your friends had long since thrown themselves into dancing. You couldn't shake the feeling that someone's gaze was fixed on you. Ever since you walked in, that strange, prickling sensation had been there - as if someone was watching you.
And finally, your eyes found him โ the mysterious man standing across the room, leaning against the wall, his deep brown eyes locked on you. He looked like a prince, and maybe a little like a vampire - his face was adorned with a black mask covering the center of it, leaving only his lips and those dark, intense eyes visible. He wore a black shirt with puffed sleeves that gathered into ruffled cuffs, and over it, a deep burgundy vest with ornate dark-silver buttons.
His gaze didn't falter for a second, following your every move. And when he realized you'd caught him staring, you could swear you saw a small, satisfied smile form on his lips - one that made something twist inside you.
It wasn't uncomfortable. He didn't look at you the way most strange men do. His eyes were filled with curiosity rather than hunger.
After what felt like an eternity, you broke the eye contact and turned back toward the crowd, trying to focus on the dancers - on anything that could distract you from those dangerously hypnotic eyes.
But he didn't make that easy.
Moments later, you felt his presence beside you โ warm and close.
"I didn't think you were the type to come to parties," his voice came low, just loud enough for you to hear over the pounding music. His arm brushed near yours, close enough for warmth to touch your skin, yet he still kept a polite distance.
You turned toward him instantly, startled. He stood right next to you, fingers adorned with silver rings wrapped around a red plastic cup. "How do you know that...?"
"Let's just say... I'm a friend of a friend." His gaze finally met yours, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Well, I don't recognize you."
"Then maybe this is a good chance to change that."
Something about his tone sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes never left yours, steady, deliberate, as if he could see right through you.
"I study art, so our paths don't really cross," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "But I've seen you around campus. You're always surrounded by people - and when you're alone, you're buried in books. I'm not surprised you never noticed me."
He even knew that you were usually busy with books and studying.
"I like reading..." you admitted quietly, slightly embarrassed.
"I noticed," he said softly, nodding once. "But because of that... you didn't notice me."
Then, in a low, deliberate voice: "But now you do."
Something in the way he said it made your stomach tighten - not unpleasantly, but not comfortably either.
You let out a small, nervous laugh. "I guess I do..."
He tilted his head slightly, studying you like a piece of art, his mask only emphasizing the sharpness of his gaze, concealing his thoughts entirely.
"After your lectures, you always go to that cafรฉ across from the art building," he continued casually, taking another sip. "Books, hot chocolate, same table every time. You seem... focused there."
"How did you-"
He cut you off with a quiet chuckle. "I notice things. People."
A pause.
"You, especially."
His tone softened at the end, almost affectionate - and yet it sent a chill down your spine. You turned your head, pretending to look for your friends in the crowd, but he stepped a little closer. Not enough to touch you - just enough for the air between you to shift.
"You shouldn't stand here alone." he murmured, voice barely audible over the music. "Sometimes... strange things happen at night."
You forced a laugh. "Like what? Ghosts?"
He smiled again. "Something like that."
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The party seemed to fade away - the music, the lights, the laughter - until the world felt smaller, confined to the few inches separating you. His eyes glimmered in the strobe lights, his breathing steady, and the faint scent of his cologne - smoky, mysterious - filled your senses.
Then he leaned closer, his voice almost a whisper. - "It's strange... finally standing this close to you. After watching you from so far, for so long."
You blinked, unsure if you heard correctly. When you looked up again, he was smiling - calm, collected, as if nothing had happened.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked lightly, as if his last words hadn't carved themselves into your skin.
You hesitated. Every part of you screamed that this was a bad idea. But his outstretched hand didn't demand - it waited.
So you took it.
His hand was cold against your skin - confident, but careful, as though he didn't want to hold you too tightly, yet didn't want to let you go. Interlacing your fingers, he led you to the center of the room, through the dancing crowd under flashing lights. But when you faced him, everything else blurred. It felt like there were only the two of you - no one else. Because your attention belonged entirely to him.
His hand found your waist like it belonged there - guiding your movements slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving yours.
"You're tense."
"I don't usually dance with strangers..." you admitted.
"Understandable. Then let me lead." His voice and the intensity of his gaze were dangerous in their calmness. His other hand lifted yours, placing it gently on his shoulder.
Despite the coldness of his touch, you felt warmth spreading through you - or maybe it wasn't warmth at all, but that strange pull you'd been feeling since the moment you saw him.
"See?" he murmured, leaning closer. "You're doing fine."
"Thanks to you..." you confessed quietly.
You let yourself move with him, your bodies falling into a slow rhythm that felt both strange and familiar. His touch wasn't intrusive, but it lingered; his eyes searched yours like he was reading a secret you didn't even know you had.
"Your costume suits you..." you said, breaking the silence.
He raised an eyebrow. "And what am I supposed to be?"
"A vampire, maybe?"
His lips curved upward, revealing a glimpse of his sharp teeth. "Maybe..." he said softly. "Would that scare you?"
You shook your head, though your voice betrayed you, softer than intended. "No."
"Good," he whispered. "Because I'd never want to hurt you."
Those words sent another wave of heat through your chest. He knew exactly what he was doing.
"Who are you, really?" you asked suddenly, realizing you didn't even know his name.
"Does it matter?"
"Doesn't it? I should at least know your name."
"Hyunjin," he replied simply.
You let silence settle between you for a moment, as if memorizing his name - as if it meant something important. Maybe you'd heard it before. Maybe if you saw him without the mask, you'd remember...
Your hand lifted slightly, reaching toward the black mask - but before you could touch it, his cold fingers wrapped gently around your wrist. "Don't try," he said with a soft chuckle. "You'll get your chance someday. Just... not yet."
"That's not fair..." you murmured.
"Patience, my dear." His gaze lingered on your face, studying it like art. His smile carried both promise and danger, and you couldn't decide if you wanted to run or stay.
The song changed, slowing its tempo. He drew you closer, tilting your chin up with long, careful fingers - his touch both possessive and tender. "Just dance with me, Y/n," he whispered. "And don't look away."
So you didn't. And as the world around you blurred, you felt that inexplicable pull - the thrill in his voice, the way he touched you, the way he somehow already knew too much.
He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your cheek - leaving behind a trail of warmth that felt almost electric.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, your voice smaller than intended.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes softening. "Because I still can't believe you're real."
Your heart stumbled. You didn't know whether to feel flattered or frightened.
When the music swelled, he spun you gently, and for a fleeting second, you saw his face clearly under the lights - sharp jawline, soft lips, eyes that held something you couldn't quite name.
He caught you again effortlessly, this time closer - close enough to catch that faint scent of smoke and something darker, almost metallic. One hand steadied your back as he leaned in.
"You have no idea," he whispered "how long I've wanted this."
Before you could ask what he meant, the song ended - abruptly, too soon - and someone bumped into you, breaking the moment. When you turned back, the space where he had stood was empty.
Only the faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air.
As if he had vanished into thin air.
Confused, you stared at the spot where he'd been, your heartbeat quickening - until you felt a hand on your shoulder. One of your friends was pulling you toward the kitchen for another drink.
...
The rest of the night, you kept catching yourself looking around.
You could swear he had done it on purpose.
Purposely leaving you standing there, after all those touches and words, just so you couldn't stop thinking about him.
"Fucking vampire" you muttered under your breath - not realizing you'd said it aloud until your friend turned toward you, intrigued.
"Oh? A vampire? Don't tell me you met some handsome one who caught your attention?" she teased.
"He didn't even show his face." you huffed, frustrated.
"But he still got your attention."
She was right. He had. Instead of enjoying the party, you found yourself staring into your drink, frowning.
But there was no way you'd admit that out loud.
"The asshole did it on purpose."
Your friend laughed. "If he cares, he'll come back."
"Sure."
"Come on, don't mope. Let's go dance!"
And so, once again, you were dragged onto the dance floor - this time with your friend, not the mysterious masked vampire named Hyunjin.
...
A few hours later...
It was around 3 a.m. when you walked along the empty streets. Darkness surrounded you, the only light coming from the old streetlamps that flickered every few seconds. The soft crunch of leaves under your feet was one of the few sounds breaking the silence. Even though it was Halloween, the road you chose was eerily quiet.
Too quiet.
You walked slowly, your steps automatic. The cold air stung your cheeks and nose, painting them pink, and a faint shiver ran down your spine. Though there was nothing but silence around you, you couldn't shake the feeling that you weren't alone.
You turned quickly. No one. The darkness seemed heavier now, the streetlights casting broken pools of golden light. You tried to tell yourself it was just your imagination.
But then... you felt warm breath brush your ear, and his low, soft voice broke the silence:
"You shouldn't walk home alone this late."
Your heart froze. That familiar, haunting presence. You turned - slowly - and there he was. Hyunjin.
This time, without the mask. You could finally see his face - those same eyes that had caught your attention before, and a small beauty mark beneath one of them.
That strange mix of fear and excitement washed over you again.
"Hyunjin? I... uh. I just thought someone was following me," you said, glancing behind you โ but the sidewalk was empty.
"Someone?" he tilted his head slightly.
"Yeah, it was like-"
"It's not just 'someone,' Y/n" he interrupted softly.
You froze at his words.
"W-what?"
"Don't be naive. I'm not here by accident." The corner of his lips curved in a small smile as he took a step forward. "I thought after our little dance, you'd start noticing me. Was I wrong?"
"I..." you managed, unsure how to respond, stepping back slightly.
"Come on. I'm right here. Just me. It's not that hard to notice me when I'm literally standing in front of you, is it?"
He took another few steps forward, backing you up until your shoulders brushed against the cold lamppost behind you.
The light flickered above him, casting soft gold across his face. His gaze never wavered - it pinned you in place - but there was no anger in it, no frustration. Just quiet intensity. Curiosity. Something almost tender. As if you already belonged to him.
His face was close enough now for you to see everything - the faint crease near his lips, the shadow of his lashes under the flickering light. He smelled the same as before - smoke, and something darker you couldn't quite name.
"See?" he whispered, voice lower now. "Now you notice me."
You couldn't speak. Your throat was dry, and your heart was pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it. His gaze wasn't predatory - but something in the way he looked at you, as if he could see right through you, made it impossible to move.
"Why... are you here?" you finally asked, your voice trembling.
Hyunjin's lips curved into a faint smile. "Maybe because I didn't want you walking home alone. Or maybe because..." he paused, eyes darkening slightly, "I just couldn't stop thinking about you."
The words hung between you - heavy and soft all at once. You wanted to say something, to laugh it off, to deny it - but then he stepped closer again. So close that his shadow merged with yours.
"When we danced..." his voice dropped to a whisper, "I thought it would be fleeting. But then I saw you looking for me. Pretending you didn't care."
Your lips parted, but no words came out.
"You were searching for me, weren't you?" he murmured. "I've been haunting that pretty little head of yours, haven't I?"
His fingers - still cold - brushed your cheek. The touch was featherlight but charged, making your knees weak.
"Hyunjin... this isn't normal..." you whispered, trying to sound steady, though your pulse betrayed you.
"Normal?" he echoed with a soft laugh. "Then why are you still here, talking to me? Why didn't you walk away? Why did you say yes when I asked you to dance?"
You opened your mouth to argue - but nothing came. He was right. You were still here.
Even though every rational thought told you to leave, something inside refused. You felt drawn to him - impossibly, dangerously drawn.
"That sounds like obsession..." you muttered finally.
"Or maybe just curiosity." he replied, thumb grazing your cheek again. "I'm not a monster, Y/n. At least... not the kind you think."
You shivered. You didn't know if it was from the cold, or from the way his voice wrapped around your name - soft, reverent.
"Hyunjin..." you began, but he silenced you with a glance.
His hand fell away slowly, his eyes flickering down to your lips. For a heartbeat, you thought he would close the distance - but instead, he stepped back, leaving your heart hammering and the ghost of his touch still burning on your skin.
"You should go home," he said quietly. "It's late. Cold. And you know... the night has its secrets."
"And you?" you asked suddenly. "Are you one of those secrets?"
He only smiled - that same enigmatic, knowing smile. A spark flashed in his eyes, deep and unreadable. "Maybe."
Then he turned and began walking away. You opened your mouth to call out, to ask, to stop him - but his figure was already dissolving into the shadows.
The streetlight above you flickered once, twice... and went out.
You stood there. Alone. heart pounding so hard it echoed in the empty street.
Only the faint trace of his cologne lingered in the air.
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๐๐๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ 3. โก Lee Minho
โกMinho x fem!reader
โกWarnings: mention of Death, time travel, mention of accident, feeling mentally weak (?)
โกGenre: Angst, fluff
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Standing in front of the school building, Minho's eyes quickly scanned the students rushing to their first class. In his mind, he cursed and wished himself luck in finding youโafter all, he didnโt know what class you were in or exactly what you looked like back thenโฆ
He sighed, then began walking toward the entrance of the building, hoping heโd be able to find you before the first bell rang.
The hallways were loud and chaoticโjust like he remembered from his own school days. Students chatting, lockers slamming, someone rushing past him shouting about forgotten homework. For a moment, he just stood there, letting the noise fill his ears and the memories flood his mind.
Walking further down the hallway, he turned a corner and slowed down, trying to spot you in the sea of students.
And thenโhe froze.
At the end of the hallway by the window, you were standingโwith your headphones in, your gaze focused downward at the phone in your hand. Standing alone, while the rest of the students chatted with friends or their partners.
It was you.
You looked younger, but it was still undeniably youโthe person he would give his life for if he could.
Minho forgot to breathe for a moment.
He wanted so badly to run up to you and hug you, tell you how sorry he was that he wasnโt there with you during your terrible accident that had changed his life for the worse.
But he couldnโt.
He knew he couldnโt do that now.
You didnโt know him โ not yetโฆ
He couldnโt just walk up and say, โHey, Iโm your fiancรฉ from the future and somehow I time-traveled here.โ
Youโd think he was insane โ and that was the last thing he wanted.
His plan was to get to know you, the old version of you โ and maybe even save you, change the fate that was awaiting you in just a few yearsโฆ
He took a deep breath and started walking toward you, each step feeling heavier than the last. The studentsโ conversations around him faded, his focus solely on you, his mind entirely occupied by you.
When he was just a few steps away, he was stopped by the door right next to you suddenly openingโmarked โSchool Counselor.โ
A woman stepped out of the room, smiled softly at you as you looked up from your phone and took out your headphones. She gently placed a hand on your arm and guided you into the room, closing the door behind you both.
Minho stood still, watching as you disappeared behind the door.
Did you need a counselor when you were younger? He felt a small sting in his chest just at the thought, hoping it was just a one-time thing โ but he couldnโt help where his mind wandered.
Maybe thatโs why you never talked to him about your childhood or school years โ maybe they were too painful...
With a small shake of his head, as if trying to dispel those dark thoughts, he walked to the wall and slid down until he sat on the floor, leaning against it and sighing quietly as the bell rang, signaling the start of the first lesson. The hallways quickly emptied as students rushed to their classes.
While waiting for you to come out of the counselorโs office, Minho started planning how to approach you.
He didnโt want to scare you off with his sudden presence, so he had to be slow and careful about it.
Try to gradually enter your life...
[...]
Minho flinched slightly when the bell rang again, signaling the break. He had been so lost in thought he completely lost track of time.
His eyes immediately moved to the counselorโs doorโwhich opened right on cueโand there you were.
Minho stood up at once, quickly fixing his slightly messy hair โ after all, he needed to catch your precious attention somehow.
He started following you through the halls, which were slowly filling again with loud student chatter. The morning sunlight streamed in through the tall school windows, gently lighting up the walls and faces of the students.
But his eyes were on you.
Trying not to lose sight of you in the crowd, as you walked down the busy corridor with your headphones in, as if you were in your own little world.
Minho smiled faintly at the sight. He remembered how many times he had accidentally startled you when he came home from work in the evening and music from the radio was playing โ you were so lost in it, you didnโt even notice him right away. He would use it to sneak up behind you, hug you tightly and bury his face in your neck.
He shook his head.
He needed to focus on you now โ on getting closer to you, not on memories.
He tried to keep a steady distance so it wouldnโt be too obvious that he was following you, as you walked down the corridor until you reached its end.
Minho immediately noticed something that made his brows furrow in confusion.
Instead of turning left toward the classrooms like the other studentsโ
You turned right, toward the back exit.
Minho blinked, surprised, but didnโt hesitate to follow.
You pushed the heavy doors open, stepping outside, and the sunlight and gentle breeze immediately hit you.
You didnโt even glance behind you, not caring if a student or even a teacher saw you.
He hesitated for a moment.
You were skipping class?
That wasnโt at all what he had expectedโฆ
Questions began swirling in his head.
Were you always like this back then? Quiet, distantโฆ skipping class just to be alone?
He didnโt remember you talking much about high school. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he realized how many gaps there were in your past that he had never filled in.
And it made him feel really damn awful.
Awful about
how much he didnโt know about your past.
He looked around brieflyโno students, no teachers nearby.
Without thinking much, he slipped out after you onto the back terrace of the school, which was fairly quiet since most students were already inside.
You walked with determination, still with your headphones in, your backpack bouncing slightly on your back, heading toward the fence that bordered the school groundsโand exiting through the gate.
Minho kept a slight distance, not wanting to alarm or scare you. But he couldnโt risk losing you again โ not now, not when he finally had a chance to see you again and maybe get a second chance.
You moved so smoothly, like this wasnโt your first time sneaking out of class. In fact, it looked like a routine.
Minho followed.
He walked behind you along the sidewalk next to a fairly quiet street where only the occasional car passed, until you reached a park.
You sat on one of the benches under a tree that offered a bit of shade. Sitting down, you took off your backpack and placed it beside you, slowly exhalingโas if trying to calm your thoughts. Minho could see it even from where he stood โ you were tired. Not physically, but emotionally.
As if something inside you was heavier than it should be for someone your age.
It looked like you'd been there before. Like it was your quiet place, somewhere you could come to unwind.
For a long moment, you just sat there.
Breathing.
Alone.
Minho felt something tighten in his chest.
You always told him you hated crowds. That silence was your way of healing and calming down, and noise was something you tolerated, not embraced. He should have noticed it earlierโmaybe that part of you had always been there.
Maybe no one noticed it back then.
Minho realizedโฆ maybe this was his chance.
Not just to see you again.
But to be someone you could lean onโbefore the world had the chance to break you.
He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself to approach youโฆ
๐๐๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ 2. โก Lee Minho
โกMinho x fem!reader
โกWarnings: mention of Death, time travel.
โกGenre: Angst, fluff
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Slowly waking up, Minho raised his hand and gently rubbed his eyes, not even knowing how much time had passed since heโd fallen asleep
The sound of birds singing echoed through the window, while sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm and cozy glow across the room.
Opening his eyes, he slowly sat up in bed and ran a hand through his hair, which looked a bit messyโprobably from how much heโd moved in his sleep. The first thing he noticed was that the things in his room were... different?
Instead of the bag he had brought, there were books on his deskโhigh school books?
Confused, he got out of bed and walked over to the desk, glancing at the items scattered across it. Aside from the books, there was also a piece of paper with a pen.
Lee Minho โ Physics Homework โ 2016.
Why would he have homework from years ago? He could swear heโd turned in this exact same assignment during one of his physics classes back then...
He shook his head slightly, still sleepy and looked at the clock hanging above the door.
8:00 a.m.
Well... more time had passed than heโd thought.
He looked around the room, scanning for the bag with his clothes, but it was nowhere in sight. He assumed he mustโve left it in the living room last night.
Walking out of the room, he passed through the short hallway and entered the living room- only to instantly notice something odd:the color of the walls. His parents had repainted them about three years ago, and yet now... they were the exact same color they had been back when he was still in high school.
Something wasnโt right.
His eyes unintentionally drifted to the wooden mirror hanging on the wall across from him. He could clearly see his reflection in it.
A regular reflectionโnothing strange, at first glance. Butโฆ it looked oddly young?
Minhoโs eyes widened slightly as he took a few steps back, still staring at his own reflection.
"What the hellโฆโ he whispered under his breath, almost tripping over his own feet, feeling like he was trapped in a dream he couldnโt wake up from.
His heart started pounding, and his breathing quickened. Everything around him looked familiarโbut not like it did yesterday.
Minho swallowed hard, his chest tightening with panic. He had a thousand questions, but no one to ask. The house felt empty. Quiet. Instead of seeking answers, he turned back toward his room, as if somethingโor someoneโwas guiding him.
Reaching for the phone on his nightstandโan old one, with a slightly cracked screen, just like he rememberedโhe checked the date.
June 20, 2016.
He sat on the edge of the bed, trying to collect his thoughts. Everything pointed to one impossible truth:
He had traveled back in time.
Butโฆ why? How? And most importantly โ are you here too?
A sharp ache flickered in his chest at the thought that maybe you were. That maybe, just maybe, he had a chance to see you again...
And then, in his mind, one word lit up:
Chance.
Maybe thatโs why he was here. Maybe heโd been given the opportunity to meet you earlier, differently, more deeplyโฆ
Or maybe โ even to save you.
Without thinking too much, he quickly slung a backpack over his shoulder, grabbing only what he neededโand most importantly, the courage to see you again.
Preparing himself, mentally and emotionally, for meeting you โ the past you.
๐๐๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ 1. โก Lee Minho
โกMinho x fem!reader
โกWarnings: mention of Death.
โกGenre: Angst, fluff
Summary: With one phone call Minho's life changes 180 degrees, the wedding date with his beloved turned into a difficult time for him, but one afternoon he gets a second chance by going back in time, will he have the opportunity to know what her teenage years were like and maybe even save her life?
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Minho stood by the building, staring as the rain slowly formed puddles on the streets and the passersby with umbrellas in their hands were hurrying to get to their homes. Just like them, he was hurrying to his home, to the place where he felt the most comfortable and to his beloved fiancรฉe - you.
At the thought of spending the evening in a warm house with you and your three beloved cats, a small smile appeared on his face and he reached into his pocket for his phone when he heard a quiet vibration.
He answered.
"When will you be? I've been waiting for about thirty minutes.." He said, whining jokingly.
"Good morning"
Minho immediately froze. It wasn't your voice.
"Who are you?"
"Good morning, sir, I'm calling from the hospital. I understand that you are Ms. Y/n's partner? Could you come to the hospital?..."
"What do you mean? What about Y/n? Where is she?"
...
There was a moment of silence on the other end.
"Mrs. Y/n had a car accident, unfortunately we weren't able to save her in time..."
And just like that, with one phone call, Minho's life changed 180 degrees, leaving a wound inside that may never heal.
A few weeks later
Minho sat on the floor of the bedroom that, not long ago, had been yours together, packing his clothes into a bag along with a few other necessities.
His parents, seeing how fragile he had become, suggested that he return to his childhood home, at least for a while. He agreed, knowing it would be harder to stay alone in the apartment you once shared every day.
Too many things reminded him of you.
But it wasn't that he wanted to forget you-far from it. It was just that every time he saw something of yours, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. The thought that he would never see you again, never be able to tell you he loved you, hurt more than he could bear.
Placing the last item into his bag, he stood up from the floor and looked around the room one final time. He let out a quiet sigh, then left the apartment, closing the door behind him. In silence, he got into the car, sitting in the back seat where his parents were already waiting. His father glanced at him in the rearview mirror as Minho fastened his seatbelt, then started the engine, and they began to drive away.
(...)
He spent most of the day in the living room with his parents, who did their best to distract him from thoughts of you. They knew they couldn't fully succeed-after all, they had always liked you, and Minho... he was ready to marry you.
In the afternoon, his mother gently suggested that he go back to his room and get some rest. He listened.
As he stepped into his old bedroom, he looked around briefly, and the memories slowly came back. This was where he had spent his teenage years-practicing dance routines alone, ever since dance had become his passion at a young age, or doing his homework at the desk that always ended up cluttered and messy.
He walked over to the bed and laid down, his eyes locking onto the ceiling. A thought crossed his mind-what had your life looked like back then, a few years ago, before the two of you had even met? You'd never really told him much about your childhood. Were you a good student? Or maybe you were the kind who caused trouble?
From the side of his head, he heard a soft meow-Soonie had climbed onto the bed and curled up beside his shoulder, slowly drifting off to sleep. The quiet sound of his purring filled the room, blending with the steady ticking of the clock hanging above the door.
Minho smiled faintly at the sight, then closed his own eyes, hoping for just a moment of rest, of peace-something so hard to find these days.
He had no idea that once he woke up... he would be given a second chance.
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