Senna’s Sanctuary

Senna • 21🍸 just my unhinged thoughts + crazy ideas turned into lil stories <3 hope you enjoy them 🪽

[hyunniesprincess]

gold and dust meet feather and touch.

and even when you fall…

i’ll always stay by your side.

[ttabacco]

One More (and then I'll listen) | J.JK

↳ summary: ten years of platonic safety, completely incinerated over cold kitchen marble. a frantic morning-after argument about a drunken confession turns into a dangerous game of chicken. you think you're being the smart one, desperately trying to protect a decade-long friendship from total wreckage—until a single, devastating kiss proves that neither of you can afford to stay just friends anymore.

↳ friends to lovers!au;

↳ pairing: idol!jeongguk x f!reader

↳ warnings: shameless smut, heavy praise and unprotected oral. features a completely undone, whiny, and pathetically submissive jeongguk who is brought entirely to his knees, begging for a taste before fucking you through his own overstimulation. brace yourselves........ :)

↳ word count: 13.1 k

a/n: this is actually my first ever request. here is the the original ask! the person who requested didn't reply anymore, so i took it upon myself to just run with it—yay for creative freedom and what not. hopefully i delivered question mark?

i’m a bit anxious about this ngl since it is a bit out of my comfort area so please lmk your thoughts :')

we absolutely love subkoo propaganda in this house. though i must admit, i could've made him even more sub, but baby steps am i right?

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ONE SHOT

STARRING JEONGGUK

You’re very good at making bad decisions.

You and Jeongguk have been friends for a very long time. Platonic friends, of course. The kind of bond forged in the messy, unfiltered trenches of youth long before the rest of the world decided he belonged to them.

You remember every single time he’s been there for you, steady as an anchor. He was the one who sat on the kitchen counter at three in the morning, quietly listening to you cry over a brutal breakup, holding the pint of melting ice cream while you ranted. He was the one who dragged his exhausted body out of bed in the dead of winter just to jump-start your dead car battery, completely uncomplaining as his hands turned bright red in the freezing air. When you failed that massive university exam, he didn't offer empty platitudes; he just showed up at your door with a bag of cheap convenience store snacks and your favorite video game, sitting in silence with you until the heavy cloud in your chest lifted.

And you’ve been there for him just as fiercely. You were the one who held his hair back in a cramped, dimly lit bathroom after he drank way too much at a party, rubbing his back while he muttered pathetic apologies. You were the one who helped him pack up his entire life into mismatched cardboard boxes when he finally left his small hometown, taping the edges shut while he nervously paced the room. You even let him experiment on you with a box of cheap, questionable hair dye on a random Tuesday, resulting in a green-stained forehead and a frantic midnight run to a 24-hour pharmacy, laughing so hard your stomachs ached in the fluorescent aisles.

However, you didn't take into account that he would get famous at some point. Obviously, he had all the cards to do so, you weren't blind.

He’s attractive. He’s sweet. He has a good heart that bleeds through everything he touches.

And then there are the physical realities you've forced yourself to ignore for years. He has impeccable, impeccable hands—veiny, strong, and large enough to completely swallow yours. He has a fiercely toned body, hardened by years of relentless dance practice and gym sessions, a sharp contrast to the gentle soul inside him. And, of course, those sweet, round eyes you melt for every single time he looks up at you, completely disarming whatever defenses you try to build.

So when he texted you saying he was back home for a little while before heading out on the massive world tour again, of course you said yes.

Why would you not? He was your best friend.

Except you completely forgot that during his brief stints of downtime, Jeongguk had a tendency to pick up hyper-fixated new hobbies. Which is exactly how you found yourself standing in the doorway of his private garage, completely frozen.

He was entirely underneath the chassis of a sleek, vintage car, legs sprawling out across the concrete floor. He was straining against a stubborn bolt, and the physical effort caused his dark t-shirt to ride up drastically, exposing a wide strip of his lower abdomen.

Your eyes trapped themselves right there, staring directly at his happy trail. It was a sharp, dark line of hair cutting perfectly across his toned stomach, disappearing straight into the low waistband of his grey sweatpants.

Avert your gaze? Maybe you should. You absolutely had to.

Instead, a stray, dangerous thought crossed your mind, wondering exactly where that trail led and if it really was a happy place. You would certainly guess so, taking into account the sheer volume of women who willingly flung themselves at him daily on global television.

Jeongguk, meanwhile, was acutely aware of the shift in the room's atmosphere the second you walked in. From his vantage point beneath the metal frame, he heard your footsteps halt. He could feel the phantom heat of your eyes burning into his exposed skin. His heart did a violent flip in his chest, his fingers tightening around his wrench. He purposely stayed still for a beat longer than necessary, his breath hitching, secretly thrilled by the weight of your undivided attention.

To break the suffocating silence, you finally spoke, semi-yelling over the clinking of his tools, "Yo! Koo, what the fuck are you doing?"

Hearing your voice, Jeongguk finally kicked against the floor, sliding himself out from under the car on his mechanic's creeper.

When he fully emerged, the sight of him made your throat go completely dry. He had grease smudged across his jaw, a dirty shirt clinging to his frame, and a sweaty forehead. A few moist, dark hair strands were sticking directly to his skin, and the tiny silver hoop of his lip piercing glinted sharply in the garage lighting.

You gulped. Hard. Maybe it was just because you hadn't seen him in a while, or maybe it was because the platonic shield you usually wore was rapidly cracking to pieces.

Jeongguk blinked up at you, tracking the slight bob of your throat as you swallowed. A quiet wave of satisfaction washed over him, melting his internal nerves into something warm and soft. He let his head fall back slightly, looking up at you through his lashes with the sweetest, most innocent smile he could muster.

"Hi," he replied softly, his voice a low, raspy rumble that did absolutely nothing to help your racing pulse.

He laughed, a bright, breathless sound, and stepped toward you with his arms wide open. It was clear he wanted nothing more than to throw his arms around you after being separated by a massive ocean for months, but you immediately took a sharp step back, hands raised in a defensive barrier.

"Don't even think about it," you warned, eyeing the black grease smudged across his arms. "I am not getting engine oil all over my clothes."

Jeongguk paused, his arms still half-extended, his lips pouting into a familiar, dramatic frown. "So?" he asked, tilting his head with an entitled little whine. "It's just a shirt. I haven't seen you in forever."

Before you could reiterate that you actually liked your outfit, he reached down, gripped the hem of his dark t-shirt, and pulled it over his head in one fluid, practiced motion. Your breath caught awkwardly in your throat. Now, the toned lines of his chest and abdomen were fully on display, glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the garage lights. He didn't even seem to notice your sudden internal panic as he casually crumpled the expensive fabric into a ball, using it as a makeshift rag to roughly wipe the grease off his hands.

Tossing the ruined shirt onto a nearby tool stool, he stepped right back into your space. "Better?" he murmured, a cheeky, triumphant grin spreading across his face before he locked his bare, warm arms securely around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

You let out a defeated sigh, but you didn't pull away. You hugged him back, burying your face against the warm crook of his shoulder, the familiar, comforting scent of him cutting right through the sharp smell of gasoline and metal.

If you were being 100% honest with yourself, you did have a crush on him. You had been harboring a crush on him for a very long time.

You just never vocalized it. To you, it was always safer to remain a constant, unshakeable variable in his chaotic life rather than risk ruining something so irreplaceable. All of his past relationships had eventually crashed and burned, a pattern that only grew worse once global fame started violently colliding with his love life and relentless schedules. You had absolutely no intention of losing Jeongguk to a stupid, juvenile crush you’d developed nearly ten years ago—all because he’d sweetly given you his last cherry popsicle on a scorching summer afternoon.

Jeongguk squeezed you a little tighter before finally releasing you, though his hands lingered on your arms for a beat too long. "I want to throw a party tonight," he announced, his round eyes shining with genuine excitement as he swiped a damp strand of hair from his forehead. "Just like old times. I want to actually have fun without a million eyes on me."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "Oh? Tell me about it. Who are we inviting?"

"Only old friends," he said instantly, his tone turning protective. "Nobody new. Nobody with a hidden motive or a vendetta. Just the people who knew me before... all of this."

You smirked, a teasing glint in your eyes as you nudged his bare shoulder. "What, so you didn't bring any international flings home with you in first class?"

Jeongguk let out a self-deprecating laugh, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his messy hair. "No way. I'm going girl-sober for a while. Women completely fuck up my senses."

He wasn't lying, and you knew it. Jeongguk was a hopeless, unapologetic serial romantic. He was a boy who loved with his entire soul, completely incapable of doing anything casual even if his life depended on it. It was his ultimate Achilles' heel. He wore his heart so openly on his sleeve, entirely defenseless, and people always seemed to have other, more transactional plans for it.

"Girl-sober, huh?" you echoed, trying to ignore the sudden, dangerous flutter in your stomach at his words. "Let's see how long that actually lasts."

"Oh, it will last," Jeongguk said, his tone dropping into a quieter, more deliberate register as he looked down at you. "You'll make sure of it."

You blinked, momentarily losing your train of thought as your eyes tracked a stray bead of sweat rolling down his collarbone. "Pardon?"

"You’re the only one I can trust with my heart right now," he explained smoothly, a completely earnest, unguarded look washing over his features. He stepped a fraction closer, the heat radiating off his bare chest practically enveloping you. "So, yes. You. Making sure no one is hurting your super hot friend."

Your knees almost buckled right there on the oil-stained concrete.

Super hot?

Did he just casually drop that into conversation like he hadn't spent the last ten years being your dorky, platonic sidekick? Before you could even formulate a coherent response, Jeongguk caught the sudden shock on your face. A playful, slightly teasing glint sparked in his dark eyes, his lips tilting up at the corners.

"Am I not?" he challenged softly, tilting his head as if genuinely waiting for your assessment.

You swallowed hard, your mind scrambling to put the platonic walls back up before he noticed how fast your heart was beating. "I plead the fifth."

Jeongguk let out a breathy, dramatic groan, throwing his head back before looking down at you through his lashes. "God, Y/N, you’re so dramatic. I can openly say you’re hot."

Your brain completely short-circuited. "Sorry?"

"What?" He shrugged his shoulders, completely unfazed by the bomb he’d just dropped in the middle of his garage. "It’s not like it’s federal information. You’re attractive, I’m attractive. You should be able to speak open truths."

You gulped again, the sound loud in your own ears as you looked anywhere but at the hard lines of his chest. "Fine," you grumbled, forcing the words past your lips like a confession under interrogation. "You’re hot. Happy?"

Jeongguk’s playful smirk instantly vanished, replaced by a dramatic, exaggerated pout. He whined, the sound high and petulant, as he crossed his arms over his chest. "No, see? Now I don't even want it anymore if you don't actually believe it."

You let out a sharp scoff, throwing your hands up in disbelief. "Where the hell is that coming from?"

"I'm serious," he insisted, his voice dropping into a quieter, more vulnerable register. He stepped a fraction closer, his shoes almost touching the tips of yours. He looked down at you, completely stripped of his usual idol persona. "I don't want you to say things just because I want to hear them. I have enough people in my life for that,Y/N. Millions of them. I don't need it from you."

The sudden, raw honesty of his words hit you like a physical weight. You looked up, meeting his gaze, and swear his eyes just got ten times more sparkly and round, shimmering with a sudden, intense vulnerability.

He was practically vibrating with the unspoken urge to be perceived, truly perceived, by the only person whose opinion actually mattered to him.

The platonic armor you’d spent so long building suddenly felt paper-thin. You let out a soft sigh, reaching out to gently tap his bare chest, right over his racing heart.

"Jeongguk," you said, your voice softening, holding his gaze so he knew you meant it. "You're hot. I'm not just saying it."

The second the words left your mouth, the heavy tension broke. A massive, radiant grin split across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners into those familiar, endearing crescent shapes.

"Thank you," he sang out in a sweet, sing-song voice, practically beaming as he swayed his shoulders from side to side like a praised toddler. The transition from a brooding, shirtless man to a needy, praise-hungry boy was so fast it made your head spin, leaving you entirely at the mercy of whatever games he was playing with your heart.

You spent the whole afternoon prepping for the said party. You were beyond glad for his shiny black card, which you used with zero remorse. It could buy the good alcohol—the top-shelf stuff his agency normally rationed him on—along with an obscene mountain of incredible snacks that you knew you would half-demolish before the guests even knocked on the door. You had bags of high-end chips, imported chocolates, and savory finger foods piled high on his marble kitchen counters, casually stealing a handful of pretzels every time you walked by.

His apartment was massive, but it was also quite dark. He had a penchant for heavy, blackout curtains and moody industrial architecture, and you laughed a ton when you tried to string up some extra LED lights around the living room and hallways. You muttered to yourself while balancing on a stool, desperately trying to ensure people wouldn't step on each other's toes in the pitch-black tomb of his very boy-coded apartment.

It was a chaotic mix of state-of-the-art gaming rigs, massive speakers, random workout equipment in the corner, and a giant plush couch that screamed bachelor pad.

His bedroom, however, was strictly off-limits. Locked and closed for the public.

As you passed the heavy wood door on your way to the bathroom, you paused. You hadn't been inside his room in a long way, and your mind naturally began to wander, curiosity pricking at your chest. You started to wonder how it had changed from the last time you were there, back when it was just a messy pile of clothes and a mattress on the floor. Now, as even a more famous star than he was at the start, did he have silk sheets? A massive canopy bed?

More dangerously, you started to wonder what women had seen those sheets. Which faces had looked up at him in the dark?

At last, you forcefully pushed the burning thought aside, shaking your head to clear the sudden spike of jealousy. It didn't matter. You had a job to do, and besides, the guests were finally starting to arrive.

The heavy front door clicked open, and the quiet tomb of his apartment was instantly flooded with chatter and laughter as his oldest childhood friends spilled into the entryway. Jeongguk was already standing by the kitchen island, the grease long washed from his skin, replaced by a soft, oversized black sweater and a fresh scent. He’d clearly been anticipating the social buffering, because by the time the first three people crossed the threshold, Jeongguk had already thrown back two heavy shots of tequila.

His round eyes were already bright and crinkling with a loose, alcohol-fueled warmth.

Throwing his hands into the air, his silver lip piercing catching the glow of the newly strung lights, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Welcome, party people!"

The room erupted into cheers, his friends rushing forward to swarm him, throwing arms around his broad shoulders and pulling him into a chaotic huddle of loud greetings and deep belly laughs. From across the room, you leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him instantly dissolve back into the boy he used to be, completely shielded from the crushing weight of his global fame by the people who loved him first.

The party shifted into high gear with the easy, unpretentious noise of people who had nothing to prove to each other. In the hazy glow of the blue and purple lights, the living room felt less like a celebrity’s multi-million dollar fortress and more like a time capsule.

"I’m just saying," Jin-woo, one of Jeongguk’s oldest friends from his hometown, gestured wildly with a half-eaten chip, "If a zombie apocalypse happens right now, Koo is the first to die. He’s too polite. He’d try to bow to a zombie before kicking it."

"No way!" Jeongguk protested, his voice a little too loud, a little too slurred as he leaned heavily against the back of the plush couch. He poured himself another shot of tequila, his hand shaking just enough that a few drops splashed onto his knuckles. "I have muscle memory now. I’d do a 360-kick. Boom. Dead zombie."

"You'd cry if you got blood on your designer shoes," you chimed in from the kitchen island, swirling the ice cubes in your cup.

Jeongguk’s head snapped toward you instantly. His sweet, round eyes were heavily hooded, a dark, glossy sheen over them as he tracked your movement. A soft, lazy smile spread across his face, his silver lip piercing catching the strobe of the lights. "Y/N... you’re supposed to be on my side. Always."

"I am on your side. I'm just realistic," you laughed, taking a slow sip.

You were barely on your second glass of vodka cranberry, the tart liquid still mostly full as you paced yourself. You had to. Someone needed to keep an eye on the house, and more importantly, someone needed to keep an eye on him.

Jeongguk, on the other hand, was throwing them back like water. The pressure of the upcoming tour, the suffocating nature of his daily life—it was all bleeding out of him in the form of liquid courage. He was drinking to forget the idol.

An hour later, the loud, stupid arguments dissolved into the inevitable late-night deep talk. Three of his friends were sprawled on the floor, debating the existence of aliens, while Jin-woo had moved onto the balcony for a smoke.

Jeongguk somehow navigated his way over to you, his shoulders bumping into yours as he leaned heavily against the kitchen counter. He smelled like expensive cologne and sharp alcohol.

"You're barely drinking," he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, raspy rumble that always made your stomach do backflips. He reached out, his large hand wrapping around your wrist, his thumb casually brushing against your pulse point. His touch was warm, heavy, and intentionally lingering.

"Someone has to make sure you don't break your own furniture," you teased gently, though your heart was suddenly hammering against your ribs. "How many shots is that now? Five? Six?"

"Doesn't matter," he whispered, stepping a fraction closer, completely ignoring the chatter of his friends just twenty feet away. He looked down at you, his large eyes shimmering under the dim kitchen lights. "Everything feels... too loud out there, Y/N. But when I look at you, it stops."

Your breath hitched.

"Jeongguk, you're drunk," you whispered back, trying to maintain the boundary, trying not to let your ten-year-old crush completely take over.

"I am," he admitted softly, his grip on your wrist tightening just a fraction as he leaned his forehead down, almost touching your shoulder. It was that physical surrender again—putting himself entirely in your space, begging you without words to hold him together. "But I'm only brave when the sun goes down. You know that. Stay 'til sunrise. Please."

"Fine," you sighed, trying to ignore the frantic pounding in your chest as you gently patted his broad, sweater-clad shoulder. "But you’re taking the couch tonight, Koo. I’m not carrying you anywhere."

A soft, breathy laugh left his throat, and before you could even brace yourself, Jeongguk leaned in. He pressed his lips firmly against your temple, a lingering, warm pressure that smelled faintly of tequila and mint. "Thank you," he murmured against your skin, a string of another quiet, drunken thank yous spilling out of his mouth as he finally pulled back.

You stood there, entirely frozen, your brain struggling to process how to function normally. Those sweet, tactile gestures of his had remained exactly the same over the last decade. It was just a temple kiss. It was the kind of thing he’d done a hundred times when you were younger, yet now, with his shoulders framing you and his deep voice vibrating in his chest, it rattled you down to your very core.

Before you could spiral any further into your own head, Hana—one of Jin-woo’s louder cousins who had tagged along—yelled from the living room floor, clapping her hands together to get everyone's attention.

"Hey! Enough with the alien talk," Hana shouted, swirling the ice in her cup. "We should play something actually fun. Like truth or dare... or better yet, truth or drink!"

The room instantly erupted into murmurs of agreement, but nobody moved faster than Jeongguk. His face lit up, his round eyes wide and sparkling under the blue LED's as he practically jumped at the opportunity to drink more.

"Truth or drink," Jeongguk cheered, his voice loose and excited as he pushed off the kitchen counter. He grabbed the half-empty bottle of top-shelf tequila by the neck, giving you a quick, triumphant look over his shoulder. "Yes. Let's do it. I'm choosing drink every single damn time, I don't care."

He stumbled slightly as he made his way to the center of the room, dropping heavily onto the plush rug right in the middle of the circle, looking up at everyone like a kid waiting for a game to start. He was already so completely undone, and as you walked over to join the circle with your barely touched vodka cranberry, a sudden, heavy wave of anticipation settled deep in your stomach.

You knew exactly how Jeongguk played games when he was like this. He was honest to a fault, but tonight, with the alcohol running warm through his veins he might start being too honest.

The bottle of tequila sat right in the center of the hardwood floor, spinning rapidly under the flashing lights until it slowed down, its neck pointing directly at Jin-woo.

"Alright, alright," Jin-woo grinned, leaning forward on his knees. He looked across the circle at Jeongguk, who was sitting cross-legged, a little loopy, swaying slightly to the music. "Koo. First round. Truth or drink. What is the absolute worst thing about being a global superstar? Give us the real dirt."

You expected Jeongguk to reach for his cup immediately. His agency spent millions of dollars training him to handle questions like this with perfectly polished, diplomatic answers. Instead, Jeongguk just let out a soft, hazy laugh, his eyes dropping to his hands.

"The loneliness," he said, the sheer honesty of his voice cutting right through the lighthearted party atmosphere. The circle went quiet. Jeongguk looked up, his round eyes wide and entirely undisguised by his usual idol armor. "You think you're surrounded by the world, but when the stage lights go off, you're just sitting alone in a sterile hotel room in a country where you don't speak the language, wondering if anyone actually misses you, or if they just miss the guy on the posters. It's suffocating."

A collective, sympathetic hum went around the room. Jin-woo blinked, clearly not expecting him to drop something so heavy in the first five minutes. You felt a familiar twist of pain in your chest, your eyes softening as you looked at him. Jeongguk didn't take a sip, he just gave a tiny, vulnerable shrug, completely comfortable laying his soul bare in front of the people who knew him before the fame.

Hana spun the bottle next. It whirled around before grinding to a halt, pointing straight back at Jeongguk.

"Oh, my turn," Hana perked up, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Okay, Jeongguk. You said earlier today that you're 'girl-sober' right now. So tell the truth: when was the last time you actually kissed someone, and did it mean anything?"

You held your breath, your fingers tightening around your glass of vodka cranberry.

Jeongguk tilted his head back against the edge of the couch behind him, a slow, lazy smile spreading across his face. He didn't even reach for the tequila bottle. "Two years ago," he stated bluntly, his voice a low, raspy rumble. "A girl I met during a break between promotions. And no, it didn't mean anything. That was the problem. I tried to make it mean something because I hate casual stuff, but she just wanted to tell her friends she was dating an idol. It felt transactional. I hated it."

"Damn," Hana muttered, taking a drink of her own beer out of pure secondhand awkwardness. "You're really not holding back tonight, are you?"

"I told you," Jeongguk murmured, his dark, glossy eyes suddenly shifting across the circle until they locked directly onto yours. "I don't want to say fake things tonight. I'm tired of it."

Before the heavy silence following Jeongguk’s sudden drink can completely suffocate the room, Jin-woo quickly reaches out and gives the glass bottle another aggressive spin. It whirs sharply on the hardwood floor, a blur of green glass under the flashing blue lights, before slowing down and pointing its cap directly at you.

"Oh, finally! The spotlight shifts," Hana cheers, leaning forward on her elbows with a wicked, deeply intrigued grin. She doesn't hesitate for a second. "Okay, Y/N. Truth or drink. We all know you're fiercely independent in your daily life, but does that translate to the bedroom? Are you the type who likes to be completely in charge, calling all the shots, or do you prefer to submit?"

Your heart does a violent, erratic leap against your ribs. Out of the corner of your eye, you feel Jeongguk freeze.

You slowly turn your head to look at him, and the sheer intensity of his gaze almost makes you gasp. His sweet, round eyes are completely dark, his pupils blown so wide they nearly swallow the irises. He’s staring at your lips, his chest heaving under his oversized black sweater, practically vibrating with a sudden, suffocating hunger. He looks entirely undone by the question, his lips parting slightly as he waits for your answer with a desperate, breathless anticipation.

You clear your throat, forcing your voice to remain steady. "I think prefer being in charge," you reply, keeping it blunt and confident. "I like the feeling of control."

A low, collective “Ooooooh” ripples through the circle of friends, but you barely hear them. The absolute heat of Jeongguk’s unblinking stare is burning into your skin, making your throat go completely dry. Even though you answered the truth, you desperately need a distraction, so you lift your glass of vodka cranberry and take a heavy, long sip, letting the tart alcohol burn away the sudden spike of nerves.

"Knew it!" Hana laughs loudly, raising her cup to you in approval. "A total boss. Honestly, whoever ends up in your bed is a lucky bastard."

Hana grabs the bottle next, giving it a careless flick to keep the game moving. It spins and lands right back on her. Jin-woo immediately jumps in with a smirk. "Alright, Hana, truth or drink: Is it true you secretly cried when your ex got a matching tattoo with his new girlfriend?" Hana gasps, throwing a couch pillow directly at his face before grabbing her beer. "Shut up! I'm drinking, I am absolutely drinking for that one," she groans, chugging a massive gulp while everyone erupts into loud, teasing laughter.

The distraction gives you a brief moment to breathe, but when you glance back at Jeongguk, he hasn't moved an inch. He is still looking up at you from his spot on the floor, his silver lip piercing glinting.

The bottle gets spun again, whirring lazily until it grinds to a halt, pointing directly at another childhood friend, Jisung.

Jisung groans, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ah, man. Go easy on me. I've had a rough week."

Seojun leans forward, a thoughtful expression replacing his usual mischievous grin as the atmosphere shifts back into something a bit deeper. "Alright, Jisung. Real talk. Truth or drink: Since we're all getting older and life is pulling us in different directions, do you ever feel like you're getting left behind by the rest of us?"

Jisung sighs, a sad, honest smile touching his lips as he looks around the circle, his eyes briefly lingering on Jeongguk’s massive, luxurious apartment. "Yeah," Jisung admits softly, his voice quiet against the background music. "Sometimes it's hard. Like, I'm so incredibly proud of Koo, and I love seeing all of you succeed, but looking at my own nine-to-five... it makes me feel like I'm standing still while everyone else is running. It's a weird kind of pressure."

"Dude, no," Jeongguk speaks up instantly, his raspy voice full of genuine affection. He leans forward, completely breaking the circle's boundary to grab Jisung’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly with his hand. "Don't ever think that. None of this fame stuff matters if I don't have you guys to come home to. You're not left behind. You're exactly where you need to be."

Jisung smiles, visibly touched, and raises his glass to clink it against Jeongguk's tequila bottle. The warmth of their old friendship fills the room, but as Jeongguk pulls his hand back, his dark, heavy eyes slide right back to yours.

The rest of the party continued in a hazy blur of slurred words, loud, nostalgic belly laughs, and increasingly messy drinking. By the time the clock crawled past three in the morning, the high-energy atmosphere had completely dissolved. The final straw came when Jisung, looking pale and thoroughly defeated by the alcohol, stumbled toward the entryway and nearly threw up directly into a massive, expensive indoor plant pot.

Jin-woo caught him by the back of his jacket just in time. That was officially everyone's cue to leave.

There was a chaotic fifteen minutes of shuffling feet, mumbled thank-yous, and heavy slaps on shoulders as you helped herd his childhood friends out into the hallway. When the heavy front door finally clicked shut, the sudden, absolute silence of the multi-million dollar apartment felt deafening.

You turned back toward the living room, only to find Jeongguk dragging his feet across the hardwood floor. True to his word from earlier, he was clutching a plush, oversized pillow under one arm and trailing a heavy, dark duvet behind him, preparing to claim the sofa.

He was so incredibly drunk. His broad shoulders were slouched under his black sweater, his movements completely uncoordinated. As he tried to navigate around the low coffee table, his knee clipped the edge, causing him to stumble awkwardly. His hand shot out to steady himself, almost knocking an empty highball glass clean off the wood surface.

"Whoa, easy there," you murmured, quickly stepping into his space. You grabbed the glass before it could shatter, setting it safely aside, and then crouched down slightly to match his eye level as he heavily dropped his weight onto the edge of the cushions. "Koo... look at you. I think you should actually just take the bed tonight. I can sleep out here."

Jeongguk immediately gestured a clumsy, emphatic no with his hand, shaking his head so hard a few strands of dark hair fell into his face. The sudden movement clearly sent a wave of vertigo through him, because it was instantly followed by a pained, whispered, "Jesus..."as he tightly pressed his palm against his forehead, closing his eyes against the dim lights.

You cocked a brow at him, amused but secretly melting at how soft and defenseless he looked when the tough idol persona was stripped away entirely. "See? You can barely hold your head up. Go to your room, Jeongguk."

"No," he rasped, his voice incredibly deep and thick with sleep and alcohol. He slowly dropped his hand from his face, lifting his head to look up at you through his thick lashes. His sweet, round eyes were heavily hooded, wide and shimmering with some sort of vulnerability. "Don't go yet. Let's... let's talk for a while. I missed you. I missed you so much, Y/N."

Your heart did a violent, erratic hammer against your chest at the sheer desperation in his tone. It was a direct plea, completely unguarded.

Despite the warning bells screaming in your head about your decade-long crush, you found yourself complying. You let out a soft breath and sat down right next to him on the couch, the plush cushions sinking under your weight as his heavy, warm presence instantly enveloped you in the quiet dark.

The moment you settled onto the cushion, his heavy head fell sideways, landing directly on your shoulder. You were instantly engulfed by his scent. It was a fragrance so deeply familiar to you, cutting right through the tequila-infused softness he had going on tonight.

Jeongguk always smelled incredibly clean. Over the years, you had grown to associate crispy, clean cotton smells with his smile. Whenever his brutal, tight schedules didn't allow him the time to text or call you for weeks on end, you had found a strange sort of reprieve in those scents—buying detergents or candles that smelled like fresh laundry just to feel like he wasn't entirely a world away.

He shifted against you, his cheek rubbing into the fabric of your shirt as the quiet apartment settled around you both. He noted the sudden, heavy silence in the room and tilted his head up just enough to look at your profile, his bottom lip pushing out into an almost childlike pout.

"Did not you miss me too?" he asked, his deep voice muffled against your neck, raw and terribly needy.

You couldn't help the soft smile that tugged at your lips. You turned your head slightly, your breath brushing over his hair. "Obviously, Koo. How could I not? You’re my best friend."

At the word friend, Jeongguk let out a low, vibration-heavy hum in his chest. It wasn't a happy sound. He closed his eyes, his brow furrowing as he tightly gripped a fistful of the dark duvet resting on his lap.

"I'm so confused," he whispered, the admission sounding small and cracked.

You blinked, shifting slightly so you could look down at his face. "Why?" you asked softly, your heart doing a nervous, anticipatory flutter against your ribs. "What's making you confused?"

"Because it should feel different," Jeongguk muttered, his voice dropping into a register so low and raspy it sent a physical shiver straight down your spine. He didn't lift his head from your shoulder. He just pressed closer, his warm breath seeping through the fabric of your shirt.

You grew thoroughly confused, your fingers tightening around the edge of the couch cushion. "What? What should feel different, Koo?"

He let out a ragged, heavy sigh, his chest expanding against your side. "Everything," he whispered. "I’ve been thinking for a while... that love, real romantic love, should feel at least as deep and all-consuming as the type of love I have for you."

The wind was completely knocked out of your lungs. For a terrifying second, you forgot how to breathe entirely. Your mind raced back over the last ten years, the late-night phone calls, the quiet domesticity of your friendship, and the heavy, burning crush you had tried so desperately to bury. You bit your lip hard, the sharp sting of pain the only thing keeping you grounded, in a desperate attempt to steady your trembling voice.

"Jeongguk," you breathed, your voice barely audible over the hum of the refrigerator in the quiet apartment. "What... what do you mean by that?"

He finally pulled his head back from your shoulder, shifting on the plush cushions so he could face you fully. He looked entirely undone by the alcohol and the sheer weight of his own thoughts. He started explaining with his hands, his long fingers cutting through the dim light. His intricate tattoos shifted across his skin, and the silver rings on his fingers glinted sharply in the dark as he gestured in frustration.

"I can't do casual, Y/N," he said, his eyes wide, glossy, and swimming with a desperate, heavy sensitivity. "I can't. Because I know how true love should feel. I know it because of you. Every single time I’ve tried to date, every time I’ve tried to build something with someone else, I find myself associating what I feel for them in comparison with you."

A beat.

Two beats.

Three beats.

The silence in the room became so heavy it was suffocating.

"And every single time," Jeongguk whispered, his head tilting down as he looked up at you through his lashes, completely stripping away his defenses and surrendering his heart right into your hands, "I’ve found that they always come short. In comparison with you."

You tried to diffuse the situation right then and there. Your brain was working in overdrive, frantically constructing walls because the alternative—believing him—meant stepping into a territory that could ruin everything you had built over the last years.

He was drunk. He was clearly not thinking straight. He was currently trying to be girl-sober, and in your mind, he was just projecting his deeply ingrained, serial monogamist tendencies onto the closest, safest thing he had. You.

It wasn’t true. It couldn't be true.

"Jeongguk," you said, your voice tight as you forced a breath into your lungs, desperately trying to ignore how loud your own heart was knocking against your ribs. "I think you’re just projecting. You're exhausted, you've been lonely on tour, and you're just confusing comfort for something else."

He muttered a low, ragged "Jesus..."again, his hand rising to tightly press against his forehead. He didn't even seem to fully process what you said, completely deaf to the frantic rhythm of your chest as the alcohol and the emotional weight of his own confession finally dragged him under.

The raw intensity in his eyes flickered out, replaced by heavy exhaustion. Without another word, he let his upper body slide sideways, his head plopping heavily onto the plush pillow he’d thrown on the edge of the couch.

He curled his body slightly into the cushions, his dark lashes fluttering shut as a deep, uneven breath left his parted lips, leaving you sitting there in the dim blue LED light, completely frozen next to him.

That’s when you realize his bedroom door was probably still locked, a solid block of wood protecting a room you weren't allowed to enter.

You had absolutely no option but to sleep on the couch next to him. Letting out a quiet, defeated breath, you grabbed the edge of the heavy, dark duvet he’d brought out, pulling it over both of your bodies to shield against the air conditioning. You shifted your weight, settling into the cushions as best you could, and tried to sleep.

It was impossible. Seven thousand thoughts were swirling in your mind, a chaotic storm of memory and denial.

But Jeongguk was drunk.

He was completely out of it, his deep, even breaths rising and falling against your side. He wouldn't remember this in the morning, you told yourself. Tomorrow, the sun would come up, the platonic armor would go back on, and he would just be your best friend again. You closed your eyes, letting the clean cotton scent of him anchor you as you finally drifted into a restless sleep, completely unaware of how thin the line between you had truly become.

But the next morning, he was nowhere to be seen.

When you finally opened your eyes, blinking against the harsh, bright sunlight piercing through the cracks of the heavy blackout curtains, the couch beside you was completely empty. You checked your phone—it was god knows what hour of the late morning—and the realization that you were alone in the vast, quiet space hit you like a cold splash of water. The heavy dark duvet was pulled back, the plush pillow still holding the indentation of his head, but Jeongguk was gone.

So naturally, you grew a bit anxious.

A tight, familiar knot formed in the pit of your stomach as you sat up, the silence of the multi-million dollar apartment suddenly feeling incredibly heavy. Your mind instantly began to scramble, racing back through the events of the previous night. You hoped with everything you had that he would just forget what he said last night. You prayed the tequila had completely wiped his memory, that the slurred confessions about true love and people coming up short in comparison to you would just evaporate into the morning air. If he forgot, everything could go back to normal. You could go back to being the constant, unshakeable variable in his life.

But then the darker, terrifying thoughts started to bleed in, turning your anxiety into full-blown panic.

What if he remembered? What if he woke up with a pounding headache and a crystal-clear recollection of every single word that had left his mouth? What if he was so thoroughly mortified, so repulsed by the fact that he had crossed that sacred platonic line and laid his soul bare, that he had physically chosen to flee his own home just to avoid looking you in the eye?

You stood up, your knees slightly shaky, your eyes darting toward the hallway. His bedroom door was still closed, but the heavy silence in the apartment made it feel like he had abandoned the entire place just to escape the mess he’d created in the dark.

That’s when you heard the faucet running.

The sharp, metallic hiss of rushing water cut through the suffocating silence of the apartment, drawing your attention toward the kitchen. Your heart skipped a beat, the knot of anxiety in your stomach loosening just a fraction, only to tighten again with a completely different kind of tension.

With small steps, your feet padding quietly against the cold hardwood floor, you made your way down the hall. Every single breath you took felt like lead, heavy and burning in your chest. You braced yourself for a tense, awkward confrontation, preparing to play off his drunken rambling as a massive joke.

Instead, you rounded the corner and saw him in all his glory, completely naked from the belt up.

The bright morning sunlight poured through the kitchen window, hitting the sharp, fiercely toned lines of his back and shoulders as he stood in front of the sink. He had a clean pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, exposing that dark, dangerous happy trail you’d been obsessing over the day before. His skin practically glistened, completely washed clean of the previous night's sweat and alcohol, and his dark, damp hair strands curled slightly around his nape. He was rinsing out a couple of mugs, hands moving with effortless, domestic grace.

As if sensing your presence, Jeongguk turned around.

There was no repulsion on his face. No awkwardness, no frantic desire to flee. Instead, his sweet, round eyes instantly crinkled at the corners, and a warm, lazy grin spread across his face, his silver lip piercing catching the morning light.

He greeted you in a sweet, entirely normal manner.

"Morning, sleepypants," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly morning rumble that vibrated pleasantly in the quiet air. He set the mug down and gestured toward the espresso machine on the counter. "Coffee?"

You sit down awkwardly on one of the high barstools at the marble kitchen island, your hands folded in your lap as you nod your head. "Yes, please. Black is fine."

The silence stretches between you for a bit, heavy and thick on your end, though Jeongguk seems entirely unbothered as he presses a button on the espresso machine. The low whirring of the grinder fills the space, and the rich, dark scent of coffee begins to bloom in the air. Your mind is still a frantic mess of questions, the sheer weight of his shirtless torso in the bright morning light not helping your ability to think straight.

Unable to take the suspense any longer, you clear your throat. "Koo?"

He hums in response, not turning around just yet as he watches the dark liquid drip into the mugs, patiently waiting for you to continue.

You swallow hard, tracing a invisible line on the marble counter. "Do you... do you remember last night?"

Jeongguk freezes for a split second, his shoulders tensing just a fraction before he slowly turns around to face you. He leans back against the counter, crossing his tattooed arm over his bare chest, a totally blank, deadpan expression washing over his features.

"Last night?" he repeats, blinking his eyes with exaggerated confusion. He tilts his head, looking down at his own bare torso and then back up at you. "Wait... what year is it?"

You instantly catch onto the stupid joke, a rush of exasperated relief flooding your chest. You reach out, grabbing a random crumpled tissue you found sitting on the edge of the counter, and throw it straight at his face.

He ducks, but it clips his shoulder anyway. Jeongguk bursts into a loud, boxing-glove laugh, his eyes crinkling into those familiar, endearing crescents as the heavy tension in the room instantly evaporates.

"Yes," he says, his laughter dying down into a soft, knowing smile as he holds your gaze, his voice dropping back into that low morning cadence. "I remember last night, Y/N."

Your stomach drops straight through the floor. The relief you felt a second ago evaporates, replaced by a sudden, choking wave of heat that rises all the way to your face. You fumble with your words, your tongue feeling thick and clumsy as you try to form a coherent sentence.

"You—you remember?" you stammer, your hands nervously gripping the edge of the marble counter. "Then... what you said on the couch. Before you fell asleep. Did you... I mean, did you actually mean it?"

Jeongguk stays quiet for a while. The playful morning light suddenly feels too bright, too exposing. He doesn't move from where he’s leaning against the counter, but the easy grin vanishes from his face. He looks down at his feet, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard, his chest expanding with a deep, deliberate breath.

When he finally lifts his head, his eyes are dead serious, devoid of any tequila-induced haze.

"Yes," he says, his voice a low, steady vibration. "I meant it."

You blink, your chest tightening so fast it hurts. "What... what did you mean, Jeongguk? Exactly?"

"I meant what I meant," he mutters, his jaw clenching as he shifts his weight. He crosses his arms tighter over his bare chest, a defensive instinct kicking in as he tries to maintain his footing. He’s trying to stay casual, trying to play the enigmatic card, but the slight twitch in his silver lip piercing gives him away.

"Yes, but what does it mean?" you push, your voice cracking slightly out of frustration. You lean forward on the barstool, completely done with the riddles. "You don't get to drop a bomb like that, tell me everyone else comes short in comparison to me, and then just say 'I meant what I meant.' What does that mean for us, Jeongguk? What are you actually saying?"

Jeongguk stares at you, the silence stretching out between you like a taut wire. You can practically hear the furious looping in his head, the terrifying friction between the decade of friendship holding him back and the raw, suffocating desire to just stop hiding.

"It means exactly what you think it means, Y/N," he says defensively, his voice rising a fraction. "Why do I have to spell it out?"

"Because you were drunk!" you snap back, your own walls going up because you're terrified of getting your hopes destroyed. "Because people say crazy things when they've had six shots of tequila! You told me I'm the standard for your love life. Do you have any idea how insane that is to hear from your best friend?"

That's the breaking point.

Jeongguk cracks. The stubborn, defensive posture completely shatters, his arms dropping to his sides as he takes a sudden, aggressive step forward, closing the distance between the counter and your stool. He looms over you, his bare chest heaving, his eyes wide and burning with a desperate, chaotic intensity.

"It's not insane!" he bursts out, his voice cracking with a raw, emotional force that echoes through the quiet kitchen. He grips the edge of the marble island right next to your thighs, leaning down until his face is just inches from yours, entirely undone. "It's not the tequila, Y/N! I've been sober for months on tour and I thought about it every single day. Every girl I look at, every person I talk to, I'm just looking for you in them. I'm tired of pretending I don't. I'm tired of the mystery. I meant that I’m in love with you, okay? I’ve been in love with you for years!"

"You're crazy!" you snap back, the pure panic in your chest bubbling over into anger as you push yourself back against the barstool. "You are completely crazy, Jeongguk! You can’t just wake up one day and decide to ruin a ten-year friendship because you had a breakthrough on tour! You don't just get to tear down everything we built because you feel like it!"

He flinches as if you physically struck him. The fierce, looming intensity drains from his posture in an instant, leaving him looking raw and incredibly small despite his broad frame. His eyes turn visibly sad, a thick, glossy sheen coating them under the bright kitchen lights. His jaw tightens, his silver lip piercing trembling just a fraction before a bitter, hurt laugh leaves his throat.

"Well, excuse the fuck out of me if I have feelings," he spits out, his voice cracking with a dangerous mix of anger and absolute rejection. He pulls his hands off the marble counter and takes a step back, wrapping his arms tightly around his torso again, as if trying to shield his chest from you. "Excuse me for actually trusting my best friend enough to be honest. I didn't decide to feel this way, Y/N."

"It’s not even about that!" you yell back, your hands flying into the air out of sheer frustration. You slide off the barstool, finally standing on your own two feet so you don't have to look up at him. "Jeongguk, think for one second! Could you actually afford to lose me if a relationship goes south? If we do this, if we cross that line and it blows up in our faces, we don't get to go back to being friends. I'm gone. You're gone. Everything is ruined. Can you honestly afford that?"

At your words, his entire demeanor shifts from heartbroken to super pissy and defensive, the vulnerability of his ego being bruised making him lash out.

"It wouldn't go south!" he barks, his chest heaving as he glares down at you, his face flushing a furious, hurt red. "Why are you already deciding we're going to fail? And you know what? It doesn't even matter because you’re standing here acting like you have the high moral ground! Like you're the only one who cares about our friendship and I'm just some reckless idiot trying to break it!"

"I don’t have a moral ground!" you shout, stepping right into his space, your voice matching his volume. "I’m just trying to be smart about this! Someone has to be, because you're clearly letting your emotions run completely wild right now!"

"Why should you be smart?!" Jeongguk erupts, his frustration completely breaking through the ceiling. He throws his hands up, the silver rings on his fingers flashing aggressively in the morning sun. He steps so close you can feel the radiating, shirtless heat of his skin, his breath hitting your face in short, ragged gasps. He looks down at you, his eyes searching your face with a suffocating anger. "Why do you always have to be the logical one? Tell me the truth, Y/N—have you ever even thought about me that way? Even once? Or am I just the only idiot who’s been suffocating in this for years?"

"Of course I’ve thought about you that way!" you burst out, the truth ripping through your throat before you could even try to stop it. "Every single day for the last ten years, Jeongguk! I have been suffocating right next to you, watching you date other people, watching you become a global superstar, completely terrified that if I said a word, I’d lose you forever!"

Jeongguk completely freezes. The furious, pissy retort dies right on his tongue, his mouth hanging open slightly as his chest heaves. His round eyes widen, the glossy unshed tears making them look impossibly huge as he processes your words.

"You..." he stammers, his voice becoming a breathless, vulnerable whisper. "You have?"

"Yes! But you’re sitting here acting like it’s so simple," you say, your voice trembling with an overwhelming mix of anger, frustration, and a decade's worth of built-up tension. You take a step closer, your eyes locking onto his parted lips, then tracing up to the raw, completely undone expression on his face. He looks so helpless, so utterly desperate for your touch, standing there shirtless in the bright morning light.

You need him to understand. You need to prove to him that this isn't just some casual, easy dynamic he can play with. You want to prove a point—to show him exactly what he's playing with, exactly how dangerous this boundary truly is.

Before he can utter another word, you reach out, your fingers gripping the soft fabric of his sweatpants at his hip to pull him in, and you slam your lips against his.

Jeongguk lets out a sharp, muffled gasp into your mouth, his entire body jolting at the sudden impact. But the hesitation lasts for less than a second. The moment he realizes you are actually kissing him, he completely shatters. A low, desperate groan rumbles deep in his chest, and his tattooed hands flies to your waist, his fingers digging into your skin with a terrifying, suffocating hunger.

The kiss is chaotic, fierce, and overflowing with ten years of unspoken agony. You pour everything into it—all the logic, all the smart choices, all the fear of losing him—crushing your lips against his until your teeth click. He tastes like the rich espresso he just brewed and the sharp, lingering heat of his own desperation. He follows your lead completely, surrendering to the dominance you admitted to just hours before, letting you call every single shot as he whimpers against your mouth, his frame trembling beneath your hands.

When you finally pull back, your chest heaving, your lips swollen and tingling, you try to step away to establish the boundary again. "See?" you breathe out, your voice shaky as you stare at his dark, completely blown-out pupils. "That is what we lose if—"

"No," Jeongguk whines instantly, the sudden loss of your lips making him sound incredibly small and pathetic. His hands tighten on your waist, physically yanking you right back against his bare, warm chest. His nose brushes against yours, his breath hot and ragged. "No, Y/N. Please. Just one more. One more."

"Jeongguk, I'm trying to make a point—"

"I don't care about the point," he groans, his voice turning super whiny, his bottom lip pushing out in a desperate, pouty expression that completely contrasts his heavily tattooed, muscular frame. He leans his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering shut as he practically begs. "Just one more kiss. Please. Y/N. One more, and then I’ll listen to the logical stuff. Just one more."

You melt away entirely under the pathetic, desperate drag of his voice. Every ounce of your hard-earned logic completely liquefies, dripping away into the space between your pounding hearts as you slide your hands up his radiating chest to cup the back of his neck, pulling him right back down to you.

The moment your lips meet again, Jeongguk kisses you like it’s the only thing he was ever put on this earth to do.

It is an agonizingly deep, consuming kiss that destroys any remaining illusion of your platonic past. He devours you, his plush lips parting with a fierce, wet desperation that immediately slicks your skin. He uses his tongue with a heavy, deliberate stroke, sweeping into your mouth to claim you entirely, tasting intensely of the bitter espresso and the sweet, clean mint from earlier. Every tilt of his head is a calculated shift to press deeper, his silver lip piercing sliding hot and sharp against your bottom lip, an intoxicating friction that sends a jolt of pure electricity straight to your core.

You let out a helpless, broken moan right into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his teeth.

The small noise completely undoes him. Jeongguk’s hands abandon your waist to roam frantically all over you, his palms hot and heavy as they map out your body. He slides his hands down the curve of your back, his blunt fingernails digging into your clothes, before lifting up to cup your jaw, his tattooed thumb firmly pressing against your pulse point to hold you perfectly still for his assault. His chest presses flush against you, the hard, sculpted lines of his abdomen crushing into your frame until you can feel the frantic, booming rhythm of his heart matching your own.

He is entirely consumed, a slave to the sudden shift in your dynamic.

He briefly breaks the kiss, his lips only parting a fraction of an inch from yours, leaving a string of wet, heavy breaths between you. His glossy eyes flutter open, looking at you with a gaze so completely wrecked and swimming with desire that it makes your knees buckle. He whines against your skin, a high, desperate sound cutting through his deep morning rasp as his forehead drops heavily against yours.

"I'm gonna make you feel good," he pleads, his breath hot and ragged against your swollen mouth as his hands slide back down to desperately grip your hips. "Please, Y/N... please let me make you feel good. Just let me. Please."

You don’t reply right away, your mind completely fracturing into a thousand pieces as you stand frozen in his kitchen. Your thoughts pull you in every direction, desperately trying to analyze the wreckage of the last five minutes.

The damage is done. You already kissed him—not just a gentle slip of the lips, but a fierce, devastating confession of a kiss that blew every single one of your carefully constructed boundaries right out the door. The sacred line of the friendship hasn't just been crossed; it’s been entirely incinerated.

As you stare down at his flushed face, a dark, heavy thought slips into your mind, taking root before your logic can tear it down: Would it really be so bad to just go through with it?

If everything is already broken, if the mystery is gone, why keep fighting the very thing that’s been suffocating you both for a decade? You look at his chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged gasps, his skin radiating a maddening heat that pulls you in like gravity.

Before a single word can tumble past your swollen lips, Jeongguk completely unravels. His knees give out, hitting the hardwood floor with a soft thud as he drops down right in front of you.

The global superstar, the man who fills stadiums worldwide, is entirely brought to his knees, looking up at you with huge, glassy, pleading eyes. He looks so sweet, so raw, and completely submissive to whatever you decide next.

"Please," he whimpers, the word spilling out of him like a broken prayer. "Please, Y/N."

He doesn't wait for your permission. His hands slide up the back of your legs, his palms scalding hot through the fabric of your clothes as he pulls your hips closer to his face. He buries his face against you, his warm forehead pressing firmly against your lower stomach as a ragged breath hitches in his throat.

"Let me make you feel good," he begs into your clothes, his voice dropping into a desperate, deep vibration that resonates straight through your skin. "Just let me do this for you. Please."

Then, his plush lips press against your clothed thighs.

He kisses you right through the fabric, his mouth hot and damp, leaving heavy, branding presses of his lips along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He nuzzles his face deeper against your legs, whining softly when you don't immediately push him away. The absolute friction of his silver lip piercing catching against the material, combined with the desperate, worshipful way his hands tighten on the back of your thighs, makes your breath hitch sharply in your throat. Your hands fly to his bare shoulders just to keep yourself steady, your fingers digging into his smooth, firm skin as the room tilts on its axis.

Your fingers sink deeper into the smooth muscle of his bare shoulders as the sheer weight of his worship pulls you under. The internal debate, the frantic logic, the fear of what happens when the dust settles—it all completely evaporates.

"Okay," you finally whisper, the single word cutting through his desperate, ragged breaths. "Okay, Jeongguk. Do it."

The permission hits him like an electric shock. He doesn't waste a single second, his hands moving with an frantic, desperate urgency. He grips the waistband of your pants and underwear together, his knuckles brushing against your skin as he tugs them down your legs in a breathless hurry. You kick out of them, your feet hitting the cool hardwood floor, leaving you completely exposed to him in the middle of the bright kitchen.

When he leans his head back in, you let out a sharp, involuntary hiss as the hot, concentrated burst of his breath hits your sensitive pubic area.

But he doesn't touch you yet. Jeongguk just stays frozen on his knees, his hands still tightly gripping the back of your thighs to anchor you in place. He’s just looking. His sweet eyes are wide and completely dark with a devastating mixture of awe and pure hunger. His chest heaves, his silver lip piercing glinting as his lips part slightly, his gaze completely tracing every inch of you as if he’s memorizing a holy text.

The intense, unblinking weight of his stare makes you shift your weight, a sudden spike of heat rushing to your face. "Jeongguk," you breathe out, your voice trembling. "What... what are you doing?"

"I need more room," he rasps, his voice dropping into a thick, desperate growl.

Before you can even process the words, his large hands slide under your thighs and around your back. In one swift, effortless motion, he lifts you completely off the ground. You let out a small gasp, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he carries you out of the kitchen. He moves with a singular, fierce focus, and in a matter of seconds, you’re in his bedroom.

He lays you down onto the mattress, and you find yourself completely sprawled across the dark, silk sheets of his bed, the heavy clean cotton scent of him enveloping you entirely.

Jeongguk doesn't even let you catch your breath. He crawls up onto the mattress immediately, his large, heavy body looming over yours for a fraction of a second before he slides right back down between your thighs. He hooks your knees over his shoulders, pinning you open, and buries his face directly between your legs.

The first touch of his tongue is a wet, heavy stroke that makes your entire body arches off the bed. He eats you out like it’s a form of salvation, his mouth hot, wide, and utterly ravenous against your wet skin. He uses his tongue with a frantic, consuming rhythm, lapping at you with deep, deliberate strokes that pull a loud, undone moan right from your throat. The slick, wet sounds of his mouth against you echo in the quiet room, completely destroying any lingering sanity.

Even as he devours you, the desperate, pleading energy from the kitchen doesn't leave him. Every time you twist your fingers into his damp, dark hair to pull him closer, a muffled, high whine breaks from his throat, vibrating directly against your clit. He nuzzles his face deeper into your heat, his silver lip piercing sliding sharp and intoxicating against your most sensitive spots, making you sob his name into the empty air.

"Please," he whimpers against your wet flesh, breaking his rhythm for only a split second to breathe your name, his voice cracked and completely wrecked. His hands grip your hips so tightly his knuckles turn white, silently begging you to hold him there, to let him keep drowning in you. "Please tell me it's good. Tell me you like it, Y/N. Just let me stay right here."

You can only cry out in response, your hips instinctively rolling into his mouth as his tongue darts back inside, deeper and more desperate than before, completely surrendering his entire existence to the rhythm of your pleasure.

The sound of his name ripping from your throat sends a visible shiver straight through his broad, shirtless frame. Hearing how undone you are only makes him more desperate, his tongue working with a frantic, wet rhythm that has your hips rolling blindly into his face.

"You're so good, Koo," you gasp out, your knuckles turning white as you fist your fingers into his damp, dark hair, pressing him closer. "Ah—yes, right there. You're making me feel so good. So good..."

Jeongguk lets out a muffled, high whine directly against your core, the high-pitched, needy sound vibrating straight through you. The praise completely undoes him. He sucks a hard, bruising path up your inner lip, his silver piercing scraping perfectly against your most sensitive flesh, pulling a loud, broken sob from your lungs. He is utterly buried in you, his hands gripping the undersides of your thighs so tightly that his bicep muscles bulge under his smooth, tattooed skin. He nuzzles deeper, lapping at your slick heat with a ravenous, worshipful speed, swallowing your whimpers like they are the only thing keeping him alive.

The friction is too much. The intense, deep heat building in your lower stomach is expanding so fast it feels dangerous, blinding you to everything else in the room. You are getting so entirely into it, the overwhelming pleasure clouding your logic until you can't breathe, can't think, can't handle the agonizingly slow burn of just his mouth anymore.

You want him. You want all of him.

With a breathless cry, you pull your hands out of his hair and adjust the position you're in, your palms sliding down his broad chest, past his tensed abs, to the low waistband of his grey sweatpants. Jeongguk senses the shift immediately, his head lifting, his lips glistening, dark hair falling wildly over his wide, blown-out eyes as he looks up at you with a breathless, questioning whimper.

You don't say a word. You simply hook your fingers into the cotton of his sweats and underwear, tugging them down past his hips in one swift, demanding motion.

His cock springs free, thick, heavy, and leaking a bead of pre-cum that glints in the bedroom light. It twitches against his lower stomach, fully erect and radiating a maddening heat. Jeongguk lets out a raw, hitched breath, his hands trembling on your mattress as he hovers over you, completely exposed, his chest heaving as he waits in agonizing suspense for what you're going to do to him next.

You wrap your fingers firmly around the thick, pulsing base of his shaft, the skin scalding hot against your palm. Jeongguk lets out a shaky, pathetic gasp the moment your hand closes around him, his hips twitching forward instinctively. Without giving him a second to recover, you lean forward, parting your lips, and slide the plush, leaking head of his cock straight into your mouth.

He completely loses his mind.

A loud, ragged moan rips from his throat, echoing sharply in the quiet bedroom. You swirl your tongue around the sensitive ridge, catching the slick pre-cum, before sinking your mouth lower, drawing him deeper down your throat. The rich, clean scent of him mixes with the musk of his arousal, entirely consuming your senses. You use your tongue to stroke the sensitive underside of his shaft, your lips wrapping tight around him to create a fierce, suffocating vacuum as you bob your head in a steady, demanding rhythm.

He throws his head back, hair spilling over his forehead as a continuous string of broken groans and breathless whimpers spills from his parted lips. He doesn't try to hold back, his chest heaving as he watches you through hooded, blown-out eyes, his silver piercing catching the light every time his jaw slacks.

"Ah, God, Y/N," he pants, his voice cracking with pure, unadulterated worship. His large, tattooed hand flies to your hair, but he doesn't push you down—he just cradles your head with a trembling, gentle grip, completely submissive to your pace. "You're so perfect. Look at you... fucking hell, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Please, you're destroying me."

The praises are heavy, thick with a devotion that makes your chest ache. He’s praising you in a way you've never been praised before, treating your mouth like a sanctuary, completely unbothered by his own ego. You take him deeper, your thumb rubbing over his balls, and the combination makes his hips roll blindly against your lips, a low, desperate whine vibrating in his chest.

The edge is getting too sharp for him. The friction of your wet mouth and the agonizingly sweet torture of the rhythm has him shaking from head to toe. His fingers tighten in your hair, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he feels himself reaching a dangerous point of no return.

He suddenly pulls back just enough to slip his cock from your lips, a heavy string of saliva connecting you for a fraction of a second. Jeongguk hovers over you on his knees, his entire body trembling, his face flushed a dark, beautiful red as he looks down at your wet, swollen lips.

"I can't—I can't just take," he begs, his voice breaking completely as he drops his forehead against your chest, his chest heaving against your skin. He is entirely undone, crying out as his hands slide down to grip your hips, physically pulling you back down onto the mattress. He positions himself right between your soaked, aching thighs, the heavy head of his cock rubbing torturously against your wet core. "Please, Y/N. I need to be inside you. Please let me come home. Please let me inside."

A dark, heady rush of power floods your veins as you look down at him. Seeing the man who fills stadiums worldwide reduced to a trembling, pleading mess right under you is intoxicating. You smirk against the flushed skin, your fingers sliding up his damp neck to tilt his face up.

"Put it on then, Koo," you murmur.

You say your consent, and the word acts like a green light. Jeongguk scrambles, blindly fishing a condom from the nightstand drawer—you aren't even paying attention to where he gets it from, your eyes locked onto the sharp, beautiful lines of his tensed muscles as he tears the foil open with his teeth.

His hands are shaking so violently it takes him two tries to roll the latex down his thick, pulsing length.

The moment he’s protected, he doesn't wait. He lines the wet, heavy head of his cock against your slick opening and sinks into you in one deep, agonizingly slow push.

A loud, broken sob rips from your throat as he fills you completely, stretching you out until you're entirely consumed by the sheer size of him. Jeongguk lets out a guttural, trembling groan into the crook of your neck, his large frame collapsing over yours, his full, shirtless weight pinning you into the dark silk sheets.

"Ah, God, Y/N... you're so tight, you're so warm," he whimpers, his voice completely wrecked as he begins to move.

The friction is instant and overwhelming. Jeongguk doesn't fuck you with the practiced, cocky rhythm of a man in control; he fucks you with a desperate, frantic hunger, his hips snapping forward in deep, heavy thrusts that rock the entire bed. He is completely starved for you, his tattooed hand sliding under your lower back to lift your hips higher, taking every single inch you have to offer. The wet, slapping sound of his skin hitting yours echoes in the quiet bedroom, mixed with his continuous, vocal praises.

He’s riding the absolute edge from the very first stroke, the decade of built-up desire making him impossibly sensitive. His breath comes in short, panicked gasps against your ear, his silver lip piercing grazing your pulse point as his pace turns frantic, unhinged.

"I'm gonna—Y/N, I'm close, I can't hold it," he cries out, his voice cracking. He gives three more deep, blind thrusts, his entire body locking up as a low, ragged scream tears from his lungs. He spasms against you, his cock twitching violently inside your walls as he finishes first, spilling himself entirely into the condom.

But he doesn't stop.

Even as his climax ripples through him, leaving him completely overstimulated and trembling, he refuses to pull out. He knows you haven't crossed the line yet. With his jaw clenched and his eyes swimming with tears from the sheer, burning sensitivity of his post-nut state, Jeongguk forces his hips to keep moving.

He whimpers miserably with every single stroke, the friction against his overstimulated skin clearly driving him crazy, but he keeps pushing inside you anyway.

"I've got you," he pants, a high, needy whine breaking from his lips as he drags his body up and down yours, his movements slower now, heavier, grinding his pelvis right against your clit with agonizing precision. "I'm not stopping... please, baby, come for me. Let me feel you clamp down on me. Please."

The sight of him pushing through his own overstimulation just to please you completely shatters whatever restraint you have left. Your internal walls collapse. Your hips begin to roll frantically against his, your toes curling into the silk sheets as the tight coil in your lower stomach snaps.

You scream his name as a violent, crushing orgasm ripples through your body. Your internal muscles clamp down tightly around his thick shaft, milking him through the latex. Jeongguk lets out a loud, pathetic whimper at the tight squeeze, his forehead dropping heavily onto your shoulder as he rides out the wave of your climax with you, completely spent, completely yours.

He collapses right besides you, his massive, shirtless frame molding perfectly against you as he pulls you into his chest. Both of your chests are heaving in the quiet room, the only sound the ragged asymmetry of your breathing slowing down. Jeongguk nuzzles his face into your hair, tracing his plush, swollen lips along your jawline before kissing you tenderly on the cheek—a soft, lingering pressure that feels entirely detached from the frantic, consuming chaos of just moments ago.

You lie there, the cool air of the bedroom hitting your bare skin where his body isn't pinning you down. The reality of what just happened begins to settle into your bones, the heavy fog of pleasure lifting to reveal the massive, uncharted territory you’ve both just stepped into.

"Jeongguk," you breathe out, your voice still a little raspy. You turn your head slightly, trying to look at him. "We should talk about it. About... us. What this means."

He lets out a soft, tired groan, burying his face deeper into your neck. His large, tattooed arm wraps securely around your waist, pulling you so close there isn't a single millimeter of space left between you.

"We will," he promises, his low rumble vibrating right against your skin. "I promise we’ll talk about everything you want. Just... please let me enjoy this moment for a second. Let me just hold you."

You agree, nodding your head slightly against his chest, but you are visibly lost in your thoughts. Your eyes trace the unfamiliar contours of his bedroom, the dark silk sheets, the heavy shadows on the wall. The anxiety hasn't completely vanished, it's just waiting on the periphery, whispering questions about tomorrow, about his career, about the fragile ten-year foundation you just risked.

As if sensing the sudden shift in your energy, Jeongguk shifts. He props himself up on one elbow, hovering over you just enough to look down into your face. His eyes are incredibly soft, completely clear of the tequila from last night and the blinding lust from minutes ago. He reaches up, his gentle thumb tracing your cheekbone, wiping away a stray bead of sweat.

"Hey," he murmurs, his piercing catching the soft light. He looks at you with an unwavering certainty that makes your heart skip a beat. "I’m going to make sure nothing goes south. I promise you. I love you, Y/N."

Hearing the words spoken so clearly, without a drop of alcohol or adrenaline to hide behind, makes the last of your defenses crumble.

"I love you too," you whisper back.

He smiles—a genuine, boyish grin that reminds you exactly of the teenager you met a decade ago—and pulls you back down against him. As you nuzzle your nose deep into the warm, clean-scented crook of his neck, listening to the steady, unshakeable beat of his heart beneath your cheek, the frantic thoughts in your mind finally begin to quiet down.

Maybe the logic didn't matter. Maybe, against all odds, it really was going to be okay.

[lesabdosdetaehyung]

Me leaving a fanfic the second I’m the one cheating on my bf with the other main character bc wdym cheating can be justified now

[hanjinology]

a short fic dedicated to @hyunniesprincess! hiii so sorry if this took awhile than it should have been. it wasn't the exact thing you liked but i hope this still suffice : ((( hyunjin has been crawling up my bias list and i have to do something for it.

HEY— this is an 18+ post! please proceed with viewer's discretion as this contains graphic smut themes not suitable for some readers. porn without plot. MDNI!!!!

It had been two months and six days since Hwang Hyunjin last walked through the door.

You had grown painfully accustomed to counting every single day he was gone, the endless tally etched into your heart by the relentless demands of his career. You knew how lucky you were to have a man who would move heaven and earth for you, yet right now that knowledge did nothing to warm the cold, empty side of the bed where he belonged.

The nights had become unbearably long and freezing. Whenever he managed to slip home, you were already lost in deep sleep. By the time your eyes fluttered open, he was gone again, leaving behind nothing but the faint trace of his cologne on the pillow and an aching hollow deep inside your chest.

God, you missed his touch more than anything.

You missed the way his rough, calloused hands claimed every inch of your body like it belonged to him. You missed the filthy curses that spilled from his lips when lust took over, the sharp tug of his fingers in your hair, and the loud, stinging slap of his palm against your ass as he fucked you with raw, desperate hunger, thrusting deep and relentless, as if he were trying to memorize every curve, every slick fold, every trembling hollow of you.

For days now, you had been desperately trying to satisfy the growing need burning inside you. Every night you closed your eyes and pretended it was Hyunjin’s thick fingers buried deep inside your soaked pussy instead of your own. You imagined his wicked tongue between your thighs in the mornings, the way he used to wake you with slow, hungry licks, devouring you until your legs shook and you were sobbing his name, begging for release. But no matter how many times you came with his name breaking on your lips, the pleasure always felt empty. The deep, throbbing ache never truly left.

You had sent him countless texts asking when he was coming home, only to receive short replies hours later. The frustration was driving you insane. You craved him, his weight pinning you down, his voice growling filthy promises in your ear, his cock stretching and filling you until you couldn’t think straight. Months without him felt like pure torture, a slow fire licking through your veins and making you more feral with every passing day.

Tonight, the longing was worse than ever.

You had been replaying every dirty memory in your head for hours, but nothing could quench the raging fire burning between your legs. Your fingers pumped desperately in and out of your dripping cunt, slick obscene sounds filling the quiet room, but they weren’t enough. They could never be enough.

Frustrated, needy moans spilled from your lips, more desperate than pleasured. Your forehead creased in concentration as you rolled your hips frantically against the pillow wedged between your thighs, grinding your swollen clit against the fabric. You were soaked, your juices coating your fingers and soaking through the pillowcase, but the pleasure remained just out of reach. Your mind was flooded with vivid images of Hyunjin fucking you senseless months ago. The brutal snap of his hips, the guttural groan he made when he buried himself to the hilt and came deep inside you. Yet even those memories weren’t enough to push you over the edge you so desperately needed.

Then your phone started ringing.

The moment Hyunjin’s name lit up the screen, your heart slammed violently against your ribs. You answered instantly, not even trying to hide the broken, needy moan that tore from your throat the second you pressed the phone to your ear.

You squeezed the pillow tighter between your thighs and rolled your hips with frantic desperation, grinding your swollen, aching clit harder against the fabric.

“Fuck, doll?” Hyunjin’s voice came through low, rough, and thick with barely contained hunger. He didn’t sound angry, he sounded ravenous. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Hyunne… Baby…” you whimpered, voice trembling and breathy. Your hips moved faster, grinding with shameless urgency as your fingers twisted tightly into the bedsheet and your phone. You were right there, teetering dangerously on the edge, thighs quivering, pussy dripping and clenching around nothing.

“Missed you…” you moaned between shallow, broken breaths.

The moment you pressed your swollen clit harder against the pillow, a sharp, needy shriek tore from your throat. Your hips rolled frantically, grinding your slick, throbbing pussy against the fabric with pure desperation.

On the other end of the line, you heard Hyunjin’s breath hitch, ragged, heavy, and unmistakably hungry.

“Need you… please…” you whimpered, the words trembling as another wave of heat crashed through you.

“Tsk. Being a bad little doll again, I see,” he growled, voice dark and dripping with wicked promise. “Go on, silly little kitten. Come for me. But make sure you’re ready, yeah? I’m almost home.”

The second his permission hit your ears, the orgasm you’d been desperately holding back slammed into you like a violent tidal wave.

You cried out his name, loud, broken, and shameless, as your vision tunneled because of the pleasure ripping through every nerve in your body. Your thighs shook violently, muscles seizing while your pussy clenched and fluttered hard around your fingers. A fresh gush of slick soaked the pillow beneath you, the wet, obscene sounds of your desperate grinding filling the room as you rode the intense high, hips stuttering and jerking uncontrollably.

When the tremors finally began to fade and the blinding pleasure ebbed into warm, pulsing aftershocks, a lazy, satisfied smile tugged at your lips.

You bit down on your swollen lower lip, that cheeky little grin still plastered across your face. You couldn’t wait for him to finally walk through the door. Because the moment he did, you knew he wouldn’t stop until he had you screaming his name all over again.

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[hyunniesprincess]

Wait okay yes han as Spider-Man, I 100% agree and I'm on board with this

Bear with me cause I'm going to use this kind of as like a note/inspo

so characters we got and then we can like figure out who to match who with based on vibes and unfortunately I'm going to list more than seven so we're going to have to narrow this down

iron Man

Captain America

Black widow

The Scarlet witch

vision

Doctor strange

wolverine

Thor

hulk

Daredevil

punisher

Deadpool

Winter soldier/ Bucky

Iceman

any of the fantastic Four characters

Hawkeye

Luke Cage/iron fist

Captain marvel

those are the ones coming to my mind right now I'm sure we could do research on it but not in the middle of class lol

I would also love to hear your opinions on iron Man and Captain America because they both made their own mistakes over the years but I think I'm just biased towards like iron Man and all the content of consumed of iron dad and spider son but chan it has to be one of them and I just don't know which one to make him (I think I'm partially leaning more to iron Man especially since like jisung was his first kid and he's Spider-Man so like it would kind of fit)

I'll think about the other boys once I'm out of class

-🌱

OMG I LOVE THIS. Okay so I sat down and really gave it thought and I think this is my list for the boys as superhero’s.

iron man - chan

bucky - lee know

hulk - changbin

natasha - hyunjin

spider-man - han

thor - felix

loki - seungmin

captain america - i.n

I also agree with you, I’m more of an Iron man girl myself, and I’m aware that they’ve both made mistakes but i’m also a bucky girl THROUGH AND THROUGH and so Idkkkk. But Yes i’m all here for the Iron Man—Spider-man > Chan—Han ties!

Also yes my dear angel 🌱 I’m recieving your asks, I just have been busy and am now getting to respond to them 💛

[hyunniesprincess]

SKZ as marvel superheroes sounds so iconic!!

-🌱

AWW YAYYY i was thinking like each chapter is a member and they get their own “reader” character that also has superpowers. Han is definitely a spider-man variant but how do we feel about the other boys?

[hyunniesprincess]

I’m thinking of doing a SKZ as Marvel superhero’s series once i hit 1k on here? Would you all be interested in that 👀

[skzinsomnia]

The surprise

summary : It was Hyunjin's birthday and while he was sure his girlfriend would break up with him, a surprise awaited him.

pairing : hyunjin x reader

genre : lovers

word count : 5120

warnings : minor dni, 18+, hyunjin’s a little sad and stressed, smut, dirty (and romantic) talk, explicit language, angst, hot tub sex, window sex, rough sex, ass grabbing, breast play, creampie, chocking, multiple positions, hair pulling, biting/marking, mention of a spank, oral (both receiving), face fucking, fingering, handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.

a/n : I hope you enjoy it ❣️ and happy birthday to our precious, lover boy 😍

Hyunjin’s birthday week had arrived, heralded not by celebration, but by a creeping chill that settled deep in his bones. His girlfriend, Y/N, was distant, a ghost in their shared space. Her presence was marked by the hushed murmur of phone calls he couldn’t quite decipher, the fleeting glimpse of her silhouette as she slipped out the door, and the opaque replies to his hesitant questions. “Just busy,” she’d say, or “Running errands,” her eyes never quite meeting his.

Being Hyunjin, drama wasn’t just a preference; it was a state of being. He overanalyzed every averted glance, every quick goodbye, every moment she spent glued to her phone – often in another room. His anxiety, a familiar, unwelcome guest, began to gorge itself on his escalating fears. Had he done something wrong? Was she tired of him? Was there… someone else? The thought sent a jolt of icy dread through him. Yet, his own schedule was a relentless whirlwind of rehearsals, recordings, and meetings, leaving him drained and bone weary. The fatigue dulled his sharp edges, but it also robbed him of the energy to instigate the serious conversation he desperately needed to have. He was too tired to fight, too scared to ask.

The worst day, however, was his birthday. He woke with a vague sense of anticipation, the date ringing in his mind like a lone bell. Y/N was beside him, her back to him, a silent form under the sheets. No kiss. No whispered “Happy Birthday Love.” Nothing. She simply rose, moved with quiet efficiency, pulling on clothes that seemed too formal for a casual day at home. “I’m leaving,” she announced, her voice flat, devoid of its usual warmth. “I’ll be very busy today.”

Hyunjin, still groggy with sleep and a growing sense of despair, tried to reach for her, to pull her into a hug, to demand a kiss, anything to bridge the chasm that had opened between them. But she pulled away, a subtle, almost imperceptible flinch, before slipping out the door with a final, noncommittal “See you later.”

He lay there for a long moment, the silence of the apartment amplifying the pounding in his chest. His birthday. And she had left. Just like that.

At the studio, his mood was a palpable cloud. Even the vibrant energy of the other members seemed to bounce off him, leaving him untouched. The boys, ever perceptive, noticed. Chan clapped him on the back, offering a sympathetic smile. Felix kept shooting worried glances his way, trying to lighten the atmosphere with his usual sunshine. Seungmin bringing him extra coffee. But it was no use. Hyunjin was a ghost, moving through choreography with a practiced apathy, his mind miles away.

During a break, the anxiety became too much to bear. He found Jisung and Minho huddled in a corner, reviewing lyrics. Y/N had always been close with them, swapping jokes and confidences. Maybe they knew something. He approached them, his voice low, tinged with desperation.

“Hey,” he started, trying to sound casual, failing spectacularly. “Have you guys… talked to Y/N recently?”

“Yeah, a bit. Why?” Jisung looked up, a crinkle between his brows. Hyunjin swallowed, the words catching in his throat.

“She’s been… weird. Distant. All week. And today, my birthday, she just… left. Told me she was busy.” He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture ragged. “Do you guys know what’s going on? Is… is she seeing someone else?” The last words were a raw whisper, torn from the deepest corner of his fear.

Minho’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise, then something unreadable. He exchanged a quick glance with Jisung.

“An affair?” Minho scoffed, though perhaps a little too readily.

“Hyunjin, come on. That’s Y/N we’re talking about. She wouldn’t do that to you. She truly loves you” Jisung nodded in agreement, though they both avoided his gaze. They claimed ignorance, supposedly, but the way they exchanged glances only fueled Hyunjin’s already inflamed suspicions. They knew something, he was sure of it.

The rest of the day crawled by, each minute stretching into an hour, each hour an eternity. His performance suffered, his focus shattered. He was just going through the motions, a hollow shell of himself.

As the sun began to dip below the Seoul skyline, painting the practice room windows in hues of orange and purple, his phone vibrated. A message from Y/N. His blood ran cold. This was it. The breakup message. He almost didn’t dare open it.

“Can you come to this address? I need to see you!”

The words seemed to scream at him. He was so sure she would break up with him, he almost didn’t go. He imagined the cold conversation, the awkward silence, the polite words that would sever their beautiful connection. He slumped onto a bench, burying his face in his hands.

Felix, ever observant, saw his distress. He sat beside Hyunjin, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“What’s up, mate?”

“She’s going to break up with me, Lix. I know it.” Hyunjin mumbled, showing him the message. Felix squeezed his shoulder.

“Then go,” he urged, his voice firm but kind. “Face it. You’ll only drive yourself crazier wondering. Go and find out what’s really going on.”

Felix’s words, though simple, cut through the fog of Hyunjin’s despair. He had to go. He had to know. Resigned, he packed his bag and headed for the address Y/N had sent.

The whole ride, his mind was a tormented whirlwind. What could he have done wrong? He replayed every conversation, every interaction, searching for a misstep, a flaw, a reason for her sudden distance. Their relationship wasn’t perfect, no relationship was, but it had always been healthy, beautiful. They communicated, they faced challenges together. Or so he thought. He believed they were an impenetrable team. Had he been blind?

The GPS led him out of the city, the familiar urban sprawl giving way to more residential, then almost rural landscapes. He pulled up to an imposing gate, a sleek, modern structure nestled among trees. A luxurious lodging, a little outside the city, he realized with a jolt. Why here?

As he reached the ornate front door, his cell phone chimed again. A message from Chan.

“Code: 7776. Hyunzales, you have Saturday and Sunday off. Enjoy it, my little brother.”

The code. The unexpected days off. The affectionate nickname. A tiny spark of something other than dread flickered within him, but his mind was too clouded, too consumed by the looming confrontation. The pieces were there, scattered like fragments of a broken mirror, but he couldn’t connect them. Not yet.

He entered the code, the heavy door gliding open with a quiet hum. The air inside was warm, rich with a familiar, comforting scent – his scent, a blend of sandalwood and citrus. He stepped into a dimly lit foyer, the soft glow of fairy lights drawing his eye further in.

Then he saw it.

The entire place was transformed. Every surface, every corner, sang of celebration. Balloons in his favorite colors bobbed gently near the ceiling, a banner proclaimed “Happy Hyunjin Day!” in elegant script. Candles flickered, casting dancing shadows, and rose petals were scattered artfully across the gleaming floor. It was decorated, romantically, precisely as he liked. Not a casual party, but an intimate, heartfelt gesture.

His eyes, wide with disbelief, finally landed on her. Y/N. She was leaning against the edge of the dining room table, bathed in the soft, golden light, wearing his favorite deep emerald green dress, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. More beautiful than he had ever seen her. The smile on her lips was the sweetest, most tender he had ever witnessed.

His heart, which moments ago had felt like a block of ice, now threatened to shatter with the force of his emotion. As the full scene registered, the week’s tension, the fear, the loneliness, the crushing weight of impending abandonment, it all dissolved in a rush of pure, unadulterated relief. Tears, hot and fast, sprang to his eyes, blurring the already soft lights. A strangled sound, half gasp, half sob, escaped his lips. His shoulders slumped, the burden he’d been carrying finally released.

Y/N, her smile widening, grabbed a small, perfectly frosted cake from the table. She approached him, her steps light, her eyes shining. In a voice as soft and melodious as a lullaby, she began to sing.

“Happy birthday to you…”

He still couldn’t quite believe it. He stood there, unmoving, tears streaming down his face as she finished the song, her voice wrapping around him like a warm embrace. She held the cake out to him, filled with lit candles, her gaze unwavering.

“Make a wish, my love.”

“My wish,” he whispered, reaching out to cup her face, his thumbs gently wiping away his own tears, “My wish came true the moment I walked into this lodge and saw you.”

She laughed, a joyous, tinkling sound that chased away the last vestiges of his fear. With playful ease, she broke off a piece and brought it to his lips.

“Open up, pretty boy.” he opened for her, the sweetness melting on his tongue, a taste of celebration and indulgence. She watched him, her eyes dark with a hungry intensity that matched his own. There was a smudge of frosting on the corner of his lips, which she licked and cleaned with the tip of her tongue, teasing him. Before he could react, she left the cake on the table and took his hand in hers. Her touch, warm and reassuring, sent a jolt of pure affection through him.

“Come with me,” she murmured, her voice low and intimate, her eyes promising more.

She led him through a sliding glass door to the backyard. The air was cool and crisp, but a steamy warmth emanated from a large, inviting hot tub. It was decorated with the same meticulous care: candles flickered around its edges, rose petals floated on the surface of the steaming water, and the familiar, intoxicating scent of sandalwood and citrus, his favorite, wafted through the air. Low, instrumental music, barely audible, created an atmosphere of profound serenity.

“I know you’ve had a long, stressful week, my love,” she whispered, her hands already moving to the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers were gentle, precise, unbuttoning his clothes with unhurried reverence. The steam from the hot tub created a slightly blurred, dreamlike visual, enhancing the intimate feeling. His hair, usually styled immaculately, was already falling softly around his face, damp from the steam.

He allowed her to undress him, shrugging off his shirt, then his pants, his eyes still fixed on her, adoration shining in their depths. As she helped him, her gaze was soft, caring, making him feel like the only man in the world. She worshipped him with her eyes, her touch. When he was naked, she quickly shed her own dress, letting it fall to the ground in a shimmering pool of emerald silk. Then her undergarments, revealing her body, sculpted and beautiful, in the soft, flickering candlelight.

They stepped into the hot tub, the warm water embracing them, instantly relaxing his tense muscles. She moved behind him, guiding him until he was settled between her legs, his back against her chest. The water swirled around them, the rose petals dancing on the surface. Her wet hair brushed against his cheek, and her low voice, husky with emotion, sent shivers down his spine.

“Let me take care of you,” she murmured, her hands moving to his shoulders, kneading the knots of tension. “I am so, so sorry, my love. For all the upheaval, the worry I caused you this week. I know you’re afraid of abandonment, and making you feel like that was the last thing I ever wanted.” She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “But I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep this a secret otherwise. Minho actually suggested I keep my distance, to protect the surprise.”

He closed his eyes, relief washing over him in waves, letting the warmth of the water and her soothing touch melt away the last traces of his anxiety. He reached back, grabbing her hands, bringing them to his lips for a tender kiss. Then, with a gentle push, he turned, bringing her in front of him, now placing her between his feet. They embraced, her head resting on his shoulder, his chin nestled in her wet hair. Her skin, soft and slick from the water, was exposed to him, and he peppered her neck and shoulders with soft, adoring kisses.

Next to them, on a small floating tray, sat a bottle of champagne chilling in ice, and two elegant glasses. She reached for them, serving him first, a gesture of thoughtful devotion.

“It’s your day,” she reminded him with a soft smile. “You don’t have to do anything.”

”Thank you baby. You take such good care of me.” he murmured in her ear, making her shiver.

They drank, the champagne cold and effervescent against his tongue, enjoying the view of the starlit sky, the profound calm, and the exquisite company of each other. The low music, the beautiful view, the champagne, the late-night vibe, everything conspired to heighten their senses.

From there, the situation, and the temperature between them, began to rise.

His hand, which had been gently caressing her back, slipped lower, finding the curve of her waist, then the soft swell of her hip. Slowly, deliberately, his fingers explored, tracing the line of her thigh under the water. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together, the friction of their wet skin electrifying.

"Look at the stars, baby," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and smelling of expensive champagne and cake. His hand continued its journey, gently climbing higher, finding the delicate skin between her legs.

"They’re beautiful," she breathed.

"They are," he agreed, "But I want you to do more than look at them. I want you to feel them."

His fingers slipped inside her, testing the warmth, the wetness. He watched her face, illuminated by the candlelight, as his fingers began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm. Her eyes fluttered, her lips parted slightly, a soft moan escaping as her hips instinctively rocked back against his hand. Her own fingers digging into his thighs beneath the water. He was rhythmic, purposeful, his long, elegant fingers working with the precision of a pianist. He loved the subtle shudder that ran through her. He loved having this control, this power to elicit such a reaction from her. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.

“You made me so worried, baby,” he growled, a playful edge to his voice, his other hand reaching to tangle in her wet hair, tugging gently. “A whole week of thinking I was losing you. Do you have any idea what that does to me? You deserve a little punishment, don’t you?”

"Hyunjin.." she moaned, arching into his touch, a silent invitation.

He increased the pace of his fingers, his thumb circling her clitoris with agonizing pressure. His lips finding her neck, kissing and nipping gently.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Y/N,” he breathed, the dirty talk a delicious contrast to the tenderness of his kisses. “I’m going to fill you up until you’re overflowing with me.”

She responded by pressing her body tighter against his, her hand finding his erection. Her touch was firm, knowing. She began to stroke him, slowly at first, then with more urgency, the heat between them building. He groaned, his head falling back against the rim of the tub, letting her take control. His fingers continued their work inside her, mirroring her movements, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He reached for her breasts, cupping them, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they were hard and erect.

Her breathing grew ragged, her body trembling under his touch. He knew she loved it when he was a little rough, when he took charge. He bit gently at her shoulder, just enough to leave a small mark, a claim.

“You’re so good, baby,” he praised, his voice thick with desire. “So good for me.”

The steam blurred their vision further, making the moment feel even more intensely private. He leaned back, letting her work him, watching her face as she leaned in to kiss him deeply, her tongue dancing with his.

Y/N couldn't take it anymore. The heat in her belly was a roaring fire. She let go of his cock, grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away and twisted in his arms, turning around in the cramped, watery space to face him. She climbed into his lap, her legs draping over his hips, her wet skin squeaking against his. She took his face in her hands, kissing him with a desperate, bruising hunger.

"I love you," she whispered between gasps. "Only you. Always."

Hyunjin moaned in the kiss, hearing these words made him feel a very warm feeling inside his chest. His hands found her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, lifting her slightly so she could align herself with him. He wasn't inside her yet, but he was hard against her, the friction of their bodies in the water driving them both to the brink.

"Ride me love, show me how much you love me." he ordered.

Y/N didn't hesitate. She lifted herself, guiding him in, a long, slow slide that drew a guttural groan from deep in Hyunjin’s chest. The water swirled around them, adding a weight to every movement. She began to move, her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she found her rhythm.Hyunjin was a little rough, his hands gripping her hips with enough force to leave faint shadows of his fingers. He liked the way she looked draped over him, her hair plastered to her neck, her eyes blown wide with pleasure.

"That’s it, princess," he praised again, his voice a mix of honey and gravel. "Take it all. Look at me while you do it."

She looked. Into those dark, searing eyes that worshipped her even as he dominated the space between them.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his hand coming up to cup her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple. "The only thing I ever want to see. My muse. My everything."

The praise was as intoxicating as the touch. They moved together in the steam, the music a distant hum compared to the sound of their breathing and the heavy splash of water against the side of the tub. Hyunjin’s movements grew more frantic, his hips thrusting upward to meet her, his teeth catching her bottom lip as he pulled her into another deep, messy kiss.

"I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name," he promised.

He lifted her abruptly, the water splashing over the edges. He sat her on the cold, marble rim of the hot tub, her legs spread wide, the night air hitting her heated skin with a shock.

"Hyunjin, it’s cold.." she protested.

"I’ll keep you warm," he muttered.

He dropped to his knees in the water, his head disappearing between her thighs. Y/N let out a shattered cry, her head falling back as his tongue found her. He was relentless, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her still as he drank her in. He used his tongue with the same artistry he used a brush, stroking, circling, and flicking until she was sobbing his name.

When she finally shattered, her body trembling with the force of her climax, she felt him stay there, catching every drop, his face warm against her skin. When he finally looked up, his lips and chin were wet with her juices, his eyes dark with a terrifyingly beautiful intensity.

"We’re not done." he said, standing up and stepping out of the tub. He didn't bother with a towel. He reached for her, lifting her into his arms as if she weighed nothing, and carried her inside.

The room, too, was a masterpiece of romantic decoration. The lighting was soft, the air scented. His eyes were drawn to the huge, floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the moonlit landscape beyond. He carried her there, pressing her back against the cool glass, letting the outside world witness their raw, undeniable passion.

“My beautiful Y/N.” he murmured, his hands tracing the curves of her body, slick with water. He kissed her deeply, then his hand was in her hair. Not a gentle stroke, but a firm, commanding grip at the base of her skull. He pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him.

"Kneel, make me forget the last seven days." he said, his voice dropping to that dangerous, velvet tone.

Y/N went down, her knees hitting the plush rug. She looked up at him, her heart hammering against her ribs. Hyunjin stood before her, a god in the moonlight, his body lean and muscular. He guided himself into her mouth, his hand staying firm in her hair. It was intense, a raw display of power and need. He face fucked her with a rhythmic, steady pace, his breath hitching as she took him deep, her watery eyes never leaving his. He praised her, calling her his "good girl," his "perfect girl," his voice a constant stream of low, dirty encouragement that made her toes curl.

When he was close, he pulled back, not wanting it to end there. He helped her up and turned her around, pressing her palms against the cool glass of the window.

"Look at that breathtaking view, love," he murmured, pressing his chest against her back. "Look at everything I’m going to give you."

He entered her from behind in one swift, deep thrust. Y/N let out a sharp cry, her breath fogging the glass in front of her. He was rougher now, his movements primal. He grabbed her ass, squeezing, pushing deeper into her. He whispered how he couldn't live without her, how she was his soul, how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her, his dirty talk blending with true devotion.

“You’re so tight, baby. So wet.. So soft.. Fuck… You drive me crazy.” he delivered a soft, playful spank to her ass, a gentle reminder of her ‘punishment’.

"That's for the nights you “weren't” in my bed, making me believe you didn't love me anymore."

"Hyunjin... please..."

"Please what? Please don't stop?" He growled, his hand moved to her head, pulling her hair, not roughly, but with a possessive grip that sent shivers through her.

"I'm never stopping. You’re mine. Every inch of you." he hammered into her, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the quiet room.

Then he swept her up again, never pulling out, carrying her over to the bed, a vast expanse of soft pillows and luxurious sheets. He flipped her onto her back, immediately hoisting her legs up onto his shoulders. The position gave him total access, allowing him to bury himself as deep as possible, exploring that angle, her pleasure point.

"Look at me." he commanded.

She looked. His face was a mask of concentration and adoration. He leaned down, his hand wrapping gently around her throat, his thumb resting on her pulse point. He began to move again, long, agonizingly slow strokes that felt like they were reaching her very soul.

"I love you," he gasped, his forehead dropping to hers. "I love you so much it hurts."

"I love you, Hyunjin. More than anything."

He worshipped her body, his tongue, his lips, his hands exploring every inch. She responded with equal fervor, her nails digging into his back, leaving faint, intoxicating scratches. They moved in a dance of raw passion and deep seated love, their bodies intertwined, their breaths ragged, their moans filling the luxurious space. He pushed her to the brink of overstimulation again and again, wanting to see her completely undone, completely her.

"Tell me you're mine," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "Tell me you're never going anywhere."

"I'm yours," she cried out, her body clenching around him. "Only yours. I'm not going anywhere Hyune."

Finally, with a powerful, desperate surge, he buried himself deep within her, feeling the exquisite heat of her body close around him as he poured himself into her, a creampie that marked the culmination of their intense reunion.

He collapsed on top of her, his head buried in the crook of her neck, his breath coming in ragged, heavy bursts. She had one hand on his arm, making gentle circles with her fingertips, the other was entangled with his. The room was silent again, save for the sound of their synchronization. The moon moved slowly across the sky, casting long shadows over their tangled limbs. Hyunjin shifted, pulling her into his side, his hands immediately finding her skin again, unable to stop touching her. He kissed the marks he’d left on her shoulder, his touch now infinitely tender.

"Best birthday ever?" she whispered, her voice tired but happy.

Hyunjin looked at her, his eyes soft, the drama and the doubt finally, completely gone. He reached out, tracing the line of her jaw.

"Best life ever. As long as you’re the one planning the surprises." he kissed her lips softly ."But next time," he added, a playful, wicked glint returning to his eyes, "Tell me the surprise a day early. My heart can't take the suspense."

"We'll see, Jinnie. We'll see." she laughed, pulling him closer.

He pulled the duvet over them, the scent of expensive champagne and sex lingering in the air. They fell asleep naked, holding each other close, the need to feel each other, to reaffirm their connection, absolute.

The next morning, Hyunjin woke first. The soft morning light filtered through the luxurious curtains, painting the room in a gentle glow. He lay there for a long moment, truly unable to believe what had happened. It wasn’t a dream. Y/N was curled against him, her head tucked under his chin. A profound sense of peace, a feeling he hadn’t realized was missing until now, settled over him.

He gently shifted, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her nose. A little later, she stirred, waking slowly to his tender ministrations. Her eyes, heavy with sleep, fluttered open, and a soft smile bloomed on her face as she looked at him.

“Good morning, my love,” she whispered, her voice still husky from sleep and the night’s exertions.

“Good morning,” he replied, his voice full of warmth and an almost overwhelming affection. He pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair.

“Thank you,” he murmured, the words thick with emotion. “Thank you for everything. For this… this wonderful, incredible birthday. Even though,” he paused, a slight laugh bubbling up, “Even though you scared me half to death all week. I seriously thought you were going to leave me. I felt so lonely.”

She laughed, a joyous, disbelieving sound. She pushed herself up on one elbow, looking down at him, her eyes sparkling.

“You really thought that, you pabo?” she teased, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “You actually believed I would abandon you? How could you ever think such a stupid thing?”

“Well, you were so convincing!” he grinned, feeling light and free.

She leaned down and kissed him, a long, lingering kiss that promised forever.

“I have one more thing for you, actually,” she said, pulling away slightly. She reached over to the bedside table, where a beautifully wrapped gift lay. “I didn’t have time to give it to you yesterday.”

He took the gift, his eyes wide. Inside, nestled in soft tissue paper, was a collector’s camera, sleek and vintage, exactly what he had been eyeing for months. His eyes lit up.

“Y/N, this is incredible!”

“The first photo you take with it,” she instructed, her eyes full of adoration, “must be of something beautiful.”

He didn’t hesitate. He pulled the camera out, familiarizing himself with its weight, its smooth contours. Then, he aimed it at her. She was still wrapped in the luxurious sheets, her hair a beautiful mess around her face, the morning sunlight falling on her skin, illuminating her with a soft, ethereal glow. The click of the shutter was a soft sound, capturing a moment of pure, unadulterated love.

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A BONUS “SCENE” (😂)

Group Chat: Stray Kids 🔥🔥🔥

Felix: Hyune you alive?? Are you enjoying your gift? 😉

Jisung: yeah Hyunjin you disappeared yesterday, we were worried! we thought maybe Y/N actually DID break up with you after all your drama hahahaha

Minho: Jisung don't tease him, he's probably exhausted from all the excitement

Chan: Hyunzales remember, Saturday and Sunday off means OFF. No working!

Hyunjin: (a photo attachment: a beautiful, sun-drenched shot of Y/N wrapped in sheets, her eyes sparkling, a soft smile on her lips, a slight blush on her cheeks.)

Hyunjin: Yeah, I’m good. The gift is amazing. And yes, Chan hyung, I’m definitely enjoying my time off.

Seungmin: WOW. okay. we get it.

I.N: Hyunjin hyung!!! So pretty!

Changbin: Is that the collector's camera you wanted? You didn't waste any time, huh? LOL

Changbin: Also, wow Y/N looks... glowing.

Felix: GET IT HYUNJINNIE! 🤩🤩🤩 Glad everything turned out okay, mate! Now enjoy your rest!

Minho: So you’re not breaking up then? Because you sounded pretty convinced yesterday, drama king.

Hyunjin: 🤷🏻‍♂️ I was a little stressed. But no, we're definitely not breaking up. She's the best.

Jisung: I bet she is. Now go enjoy your 'gift' some more, you lovebirds! Don't forget to tell her we said happy birthday to her too, for putting up with your dramatic ass. Oh and you’re one lucky bastard🫦

Hyunjin: And you’re a dead man Jisung..Anyways, I will. Bye, losers. Don't call me.

Hyunjin: Oh and Minho, remind me to kick your ass when I see you for telling her to be distant..

Minho: Hahaha I’d like to see you try, birthday boy 😽

He put his phone down, a wide, contented smile on his face. He leaned over, pulling Y/N close, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“They say hi,” he murmured.

She giggled, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

“Good. Now, how about we stay in bed all day and take more pictures of this beautiful view?” she suggested, her eyes twinkling.

He looked at her, then out the window at the peaceful landscape. He had everything he could ever want, right here.

“Sounds like the perfect birthday,” he agreed, pulling the sheets higher, ready to make more beautiful memories.

[hanjinology]

EXHIBITION : featuring hwang hyunjin

— painter!hwang hyunjin x art student!fem reader in which, hwang hyunjin, a young and famous painter has been suffering for prosopagnosia (face blindness) since his childhood, disables him to recognize someone's face. He is well-known in the art's world because of his scenery paintings but most of all his faceless portraits. But one day, meeting you was like a catalyst he had been waiting all through his unique life because for some reason, he can see your face clearly. And for the first time, his portrait paintings are not faceless anymore.

content warnings: fluff, strangers to lovers trope, humor, inaccurate depiction of prosopagnosia, profanities mentioned, slowburn, probably ooc, little to no angst, generally cute and romantic stuffs mentioned ahead.

a/n: YEY WE ARE STARTING THIS TODAY. I was actually supposed to start this on hyunjin's birthday but it wasn't really finished yet that day so it was delayed for a week. but hey! it's not late for happy hyunjin's day! i hope you guys love this one as much s you did for YCMH with channie. i really really loved how this fic turned out! so let's goooo < 3

word count: 5k words

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The invitation was carved in embossed letters that read, "Where Faces Go." The words alone were enough to pull a quiet smile from Hyunjin, wider than he had expected, softer too, as if it had been waiting for a moment like this. His fingers lingered over the raised patterns, tracing each curve with care, as he drew in a slow, steady breath, trying to settle the restless rhythm in his chest.

He stood at the farthest corner of the gallery, his posture still, almost hesitant, as he faced the painting he had created now hanging upon the wall. The room remained empty, save for the faint hum of overhead lights and the delicate, papery shifts of canvases settling into place, as though the space itself was quietly preparing for what was to come.

It was his hearing that grounded him in moments like this. While others relied on sight, his ears became his anchor, attuned to the smallest details: the whisper of movement, the echo of footsteps yet to arrive, the distant murmur of voices beyond the walls. Sound, more than anything, guided him through spaces like these, especially when his vision had never been the most reliable storyteller.

"Hyunjin."

At the sound of his name, Hyunjin turned toward the voice, already knowing who it belonged to before he fully faced him. It was a presence he could recognize anywhere, familiar in a way that settled something quiet within him. Even without relying on his sight, he could picture him clearly: the small, rounded face, the softly pronounced cheeks that gave him a distinct charm, and the way his lips curved into a heart-like shape whenever he smiled. And then there was his voice—gentle, warm, softer than anyone else Hyunjin knew.

"Jisung? You're early today. That's new," Hyunjin teased, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Jisung let out a bright, unrestrained laugh, the sound filling the otherwise quiet space with an easy, familiar warmth.

"Of course I'd be early. It's your art exhibition." Jisung's laugh was quiet but steady, warm enough to anchor Hyunjin in a way that no face ever could.

Faces were unreliable. Blurs that rearranged themselves every time he tried to focus, eyes drifting, mouths slipping into unfamiliar curves, expressions that belonged to strangers one moment and friends the next. A single glance could betray him, turning familiarity into confusion in an instant. But sounds, that stayed. It held him in place, clear and constant, cutting through the haze of uncertainty that had always followed him.

Even from childhood, Hyunjin had never been good at recognizing faces, he simply couldn't. Some people might have been curious about why, or how, this happened, but he had no desire to dig into the traumas and memories that shaped him. Those fragments of the past were heavy, fragile things, better left buried than brought to the surface.

Because of it, the world had always been a blur of shifting features. Strangers could become friends in a single glance, and friends could vanish into unfamiliarity just as quickly. Names became lifelines, voices became anchors, and every subtle sound, footsteps approaching, the cadence of a laugh, the soft inflection of someone's tone, was a signal he clung to. He had learned to read the world not through eyes, but through ears, through intuition, through the quiet vibrations that others overlooked.

And now, standing in the gallery, it all came together. The hum of the lights, the soft rustle of canvas settling into hooks, the distant echo of approaching footsteps, they all told him more than faces ever could. Among them, Jisung's voice cut through the space like a tether, pulling him from the blur into clarity. In a world of fleeting, unreliable faces, that single, familiar sound was enough to make everything feel grounded, tangible, and real.

"How about the others? They're not here yet?" Jisung asked, taking a slow sip from his canned coffee. His gaze drifted around the gallery, lingering on the familiar pieces he had seen Hyunjin labor over, each brushstroke now immortalized on canvas. There was a quiet reverence in the way he looked, as if trying to trace the artist's presence in every line and color.

"You're an hour early, Ji," Hyunjin replied, a small smile tugging at his lips. "They'll be here later."

By the time the gallery opened, the room was alive with sound. Shoes clicked against the polished floors, soft murmurs drifted through the air, and the occasional laugh rang out, too bright at first, then shrinking into embarrassed whispers. Hyunjin's eyes moved over the crowd, scanning the paintings, the visitors, the subtle ways people moved through the space. Faces were there, visible and vivid, but some of them felt fleeting, almost unfamiliar in ways he couldn't always explain.

He stayed near the edge of the room, just as he had planned, letting Jisung and Felix, who had arrived only twenty minutes earlier, orbit him like familiar constellations in the noise. Their movements, their laughter, even the tilt of their heads or the way they shifted weight from foot to foot, anchored him. Amid the flow of strangers, their presence gave him a sense of steadiness, a tether he could rely on while the rest of the room swirled with half-familiar faces.

"They keep stopping by the third wall," Chan said, standing beside him, his eyes scanning the visitors as they moved through the gallery. "The faceless one."

Hyunjin turned to look at him. As usual, Chan's face seemed slightly... off. The features didn't always line up the way he expected, eyes that looked too far apart, a jawline that felt sharper than memory insisted, expressions that seemed to shift the instant he tried to focus. It was never that he couldn't see; he could. Everything was there in front of him, bright and detailed. It was just that faces were unreliable.

But then there were the details he learned to trust. The thickness of Chan's lips. The raspy timbre of his voice. The faint tilt of his head when he spoke. Those small, consistent cues were enough to anchor him, enough to say: yes, this is Chan.

"Maybe they find it fascinating? It's nothing compared to the art pieces I've seen before."

This time, it was Changbin speaking. Hyunjin didn't need to study his face, trying to decide if he recognized him correctly. Changbin was unmistakable, the broad sweep of his forearms, the way his voice carried across the gallery, bold and commanding, the subtle rhythm in his movements that made him immediately familiar. Those traits alone were enough to confirm, giving him a clear sense of who was near, even as the rest of the room buzzed with shifting faces and soft, overlapping conversations.

"I've seen a lot of abstract portrait paintings before," Changbin said, leaning a little closer. "Remember that art museum we visited in France? The one with all those twisted faces and chaotic colors? This... is different."

The thought stayed with Hyunjin. It was strange, and a little fascinating, that he could look at a painted face and see it perfectly. Every line, every shadow, every expression was clear and unchanging. But when he looked at a real person, the features sometimes seemed to shift or twist before his eyes. Faces that should have been familiar could feel strange, like moving puzzles. Painted faces were predictable. Living ones were not.

It made him wonder about perception and memory. Why did something so simple for everyone else feel like a quiet, constant challenge for him? How could the same human face be so reliable on a canvas, yet so unstable in reality? The contrast tugged at his mind as he looked around the gallery, thinking about the strange ways people's features could change in an instant.

Hyunjin's thoughts were cut short when a woman made her way toward where they were standing. She wore a white dress that fell just below her knees, paired with simple white sandals that added a quiet elegance to her movement. Her hair was tied neatly in a bun, giving her a clean, composed appearance that seemed to glow softly under the gallery lights.

"You're the painter, right?" she asked, her voice gentle, and Hyunjin noticed the warm curve of her smile as she spoke.

He returned the smile and nodded, a small gesture of acknowledgment.

"Do you mind if I ask a very silly question?" she added, tilting her head slightly, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

"There's no such thing as a silly question if it involves art. What is it?"

The woman's hand drifted toward the faceless painting of a woman Hyunjin had displayed on the wall, delicate fingers pausing just above the frame. She leaned slightly forward, tilting her head, as if drawing the painting closer to herself—not physically, but with her attention.

"She's supposed to be faceless?"

Hyunjin stiffened slightly at the question, then stepped forward, guiding her gently closer to the canvas. He noticed the way her eyes followed his movements, steady and intent, as if she wanted to understand him before even understanding the painting.

"I could say it's intentional," he began, his voice low, "but that would imply I had another option."

She straightened subtly, the bun of her hair catching a soft glimmer from the gallery lights. Her shoulders were relaxed but alert, her weight shifting just a fraction to keep herself engaged, hanging on every word.

"What do you mean?"

Hyunjin drew in a slow breath. He had practiced this explanation countless times, but rehearsed words always felt fragile compared to speaking them for real.

"I have something called face blindness," he said quietly. "I don't recognize faces—not even my own, sometimes. They don't stay consistent for me. They... dissolve."

She didn't interrupt. Instead, she leaned in slightly, eyes widening just enough to show she was absorbing every syllable. Her hands folded loosely in front of her, fingertips brushing together, a small unconscious gesture of focus. The soft tilt of her head made her seem almost suspended in the space between curiosity and understanding.

"So when I paint people," he continued, his gaze flicking from her eyes to the painting, "I paint what doesn't disappear. The way someone leans when they're tired. The space they take up. The feeling of them standing in a room. The fact that they're there."

Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes softened. She tilted her head again, slower this time, as if letting each phrase settle like a note of music reverberating between them. The pause that followed wasn't empty; it was charged with quiet understanding, the kind that lingers longer than words.

"That's... kind of beautiful," she said finally, her voice gentle, reverent. Her gaze lingered on him, almost studying the way he held himself, the subtle tension in his shoulders, and the honesty in his eyes. She let a small smile play at the corner of her lips, warm and unassuming, a reflection of the sincerity she felt in his words.

Hyunjin realized he'd been holding his breath. A small, honest smile tugged at his lips as he murmured,

"Thank you."

She nodded slightly, a silent acknowledgment that he had been seen—not just the painting, not just the face, but the reasoning, the feeling, and the presence behind it. Her posture relaxed, and she let a quiet awe settle in her stance, hands resting loosely by her sides as her eyes drifted back to the faceless portrait of a woman.

“Is this the venue?” you asked, your voice barely containing your excitement as you clung to Hannah’s arm, the two of you slowing to take in the sight before you.

The art gallery rose ahead like something out of a dream—its tall glass panels glowing warmly from within, spilling soft light onto the pavement. Through the windows, you could already catch glimpses of elegant interiors and silhouettes of guests drifting from one exhibit to another. A quiet buzz of conversation and laughter lingered in the air, just enough to make your heart race with anticipation.

Just beyond the entrance stood a reception desk, neatly arranged and attended by staff collecting invitations from each arriving guest. The line moved steadily, yet you hardly noticed the wait, too busy taking everything in—the atmosphere, the beauty, the feeling that you were about to step into something special.

Unable to hide your eagerness, you quickly reached into your bag and pulled out your invitation, holding it a little tighter than necessary as a bright smile spread across your face.

“Excited?” Hannah asked, turning to you with a wide, playful smile. It looked exactly like her older brother’s, the same curve of her lips, the same dimples, the same teasing glint in her eyes, and it made you cringe a little at how eerily similar they were.

You let out a small laugh, but it quickly melted into a bright grin. 

“Very! You know how much I love Mr. Hwang’s paintings,” you said, your voice rising with excitement. Your grip on her arm tightened as the reality of it all started to sink in. “Am I really going to meet him inside? Oh my god, Hannah—I’m actually going to meet him.”

The thought alone sent a rush through you. You couldn’t help but bounce slightly on your feet, barely able to stay still as your excitement bubbled over. “I’m so excited!” you added, almost breathless, your eyes shining as you glanced toward the glowing gallery entrance again.

Hannah let out a soft cackle, clearly amused by your reaction. She shook her head, nudging you lightly. “You know you don’t have to call him Mr. Hwang,” she teased, her tone warm but playful. “He’s literally the same age as you, girl.”

She crossed her arms, still smiling as she looked at you. “And of course you’re coming. You’re just lucky he happens to be close friends with Chan-oppa,” she added, raising a brow as if to emphasize your good fortune.

Her words only made your heart race faster, the excitement settling deeper in your chest as the moment you’d been dreaming about felt closer than ever.

“Let’s go?” Hannah said, glancing at you with a small, knowing smile.

You nodded eagerly, a little too quickly, your excitement still bubbling over. Without another word, the two of you stepped forward and made your way toward the front desk.

As you approached, you could feel your heart beating faster. The soft murmur of voices, the warm lights, and the quiet elegance of the gallery all seemed to close in around you. When it was finally your turn, you carefully handed over the invitation you’d been holding, your fingers tightening slightly before letting it go.

The moment your invitation was accepted, you and Hannah stepped inside.

A soft hush seemed to fall over you as the doors closed behind you, the outside world fading into nothing. The gallery felt even more breathtaking from within—high ceilings stretching above, warm lights casting a gentle glow over the space, and polished floors reflecting the quiet movement of guests drifting from one piece to another.

For a second, you forgot to move.

Paintings lined the walls, each one carefully placed and lit as if it held its own story waiting to be told. The colors felt richer up close, the brushstrokes more alive than you had ever imagined. You stepped forward slowly, almost hesitant, your eyes drawn from one piece to the next as you tried to take everything in.

Then, one painting made you stop completely.

It was a portrait, but something about it felt different. The figure stood in soft, muted tones, the details of the clothing and posture so precise, so full of life… and yet, the face was missing. No features, no expression, just a smooth, empty space where a face should have been.

You stared at it, unable to look away.

There was something strangely powerful about it. Without a face to guide you, the emotions felt… open, almost personal. It was as if the painting was waiting for you to fill in the missing pieces yourself, pulling something deeper from within you.

Your chest tightened slightly, a quiet breath leaving your lips as you took a step closer. The longer you looked, the more it felt like the faceless figure was saying something—something you couldn’t quite explain, but could feel all the same.

“This is… incredible,” you whispered, almost unconsciously.

The world around you seemed to blur, the soft chatter and footsteps fading into the background. All that mattered was the painting in front of you, the quiet intensity it carried, and the overwhelming feeling of finally seeing something so beautiful, so haunting, up close.

And in that moment, you knew, this was the one you wouldn’t forget.

You were still lingering in front of the faceless portrait when a gentle nudge brought you back to reality.

“Hey, come on,” Hannah said, looping her arm through yours. “It’s time I introduced you to someone.”

Following her through the gallery, your eyes kept darting to the paintings, the colors, the way the light played across the canvases, but anticipation tugged at you more than any artwork. The murmurs of guests faded into the background as you approached a small group near a vibrant landscape painting.

There you saw Chan together with the center of this exhibition, the painter Hwang Hyunjin who you have been admiring ever since he debuted as a painter. Your breath hitched as you walk towards they way, lips pressed together as you grip the strap of your bag.

“Oppa!” Hannah called out, waving her hands energetically and immediately catching the attention of the two gentlemen deep in conversation.

Your stomach did a little flip when your eyes met Hyunjin’s. He was… wow. Far more striking in person than any picture or blog post you had seen. The sharp lines of his face, the calm confidence in his stance, the way his eyes seemed to study everything around him—it all made your heart skip a beat.

Then Chan turned toward you, a wide grin spreading across his face, dimples popping out as he leaned slightly forward in his usual teasing way.

“Hey there, Shy girl. Been a while, yeah?” he said, his tone playful, the kind that always made you both groan and laugh at the same time.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile creeping across your face betrayed you. “I told you to stop calling me Shy girl,” you said, trying to sound stern but failing spectacularly.

Chan laughed, a warm, familiar sound that filled the space around you. Even in the midst of all the elegance of the gallery, with the muted chatter of other guests and the soft glow of the lights, it felt… personal. Like this little corner of the world was just for the four of you, and the rest of the evening hadn’t even started yet.

Hyunjin glanced between you and Chan, his expression calm but his eyes curious, as if he were quietly noting every detail.

And then his eyes landed on your face again.

A small gasp, barely audible, escaped his lips. His eyebrows drew together, a crease of confusion forming as he blinked rapidly. Hyunjin could swear to every god and goddess he knew—he could see your face. Not a blur, not a jumble of features like he usually experienced. For the first time, it was clear, sharp, and vivid, as if it had been etched into his memory in an instant.

He took a careful step closer, almost afraid that moving might break the clarity of what he was seeing. His usual calm composure wavered for the briefest moment. Faces had always been unreliable, fleeting, frustrating, but yours… yours seemed impossible to misread.

“Hyunjin...?” Chan called for him when caught him staring.

Hyunjin's head tilted slightly, studying you with a mixture of awe and disbelief. Every detail, the curve of your smile, the way your eyes caught the light, the subtle expressions that played across your face, was vivid, familiar, and impossible to forget.

You caught the way he was looking at you, and a flutter of something warm and electric ran through your chest. There was curiosity in his gaze, yes, but also something deeper, something unspoken that made the air between you feel charged.

For a moment, the gallery faded around you. The chatter of guests, the soft glow of lights on paintings, even Hannah’s playful teasing—all of it dimmed into the background. It was just the two of you, standing there, as if time itself had paused to let him finally see.

“Hyunjin, bro. You okay?” Chan asked again, lightly shaking him and pulling his attention away from you.

As soon as Hyunjin’s gaze landed on Chan, the world shifted back to its usual blur—faces dissolving into smudges, outlines twisting and fading. His pulse quickened, a reminder of how unpredictable his condition could be. But the moment he turned his eyes back to you, everything snapped into focus again, your face crisp, vivid, unmistakable.

He took a slow breath, trying to steady himself. “Yeah… I’m okay. Sorry,” he said, forcing a calm smile. Then, extending his hand toward you, his expression softened in a way it hadn’t with any of the other guests who had approached him during the exhibition. It was warmer, genuine, inviting.

“Hwang Hyunjin,” he introduced himself, his tone carrying a quiet confidence.

You shook his hand gladly, still feeling a little buzz from the surreal clarity of the moment. “Y/N,” you said, your grin widening until it felt unstoppable. “I’m a very big fan of yours.”

After a few more minutes of conversation, you and Hannah shared a quiet, knowing glance, the hum of voices and the soft shuffle of feet around you fading into the background.

“Let’s go take a closer look at some of the paintings,” Hannah suggested, looping her arm through yours. Her fingers brushed yours lightly, warm and familiar. “I know you've been dying to look at those all day.”

“Yeah, sounds perfect,” you replied, still riding the thrill of meeting Hyunjin. You gave a small wave as you drifted away, letting the soft glow of gallery lights wash over you, the scent of old paint and polished wood mingling in the air. Every brushstroke on the walls seemed to beckon, inviting you to linger, to lose yourself in color and shadow.

Meanwhile, back with Chan, Hyunjin’s expression had hardened, shifting from casual curiosity to something far more intense. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Chan-hyung… I think I can see her face,” he said, disbelief and wonder threading every syllable, as if speaking any louder would shatter the vision. His eyes still at your walking figure, his forehead furrowed, even him surprised at what is happening.

Chan arched an eyebrow, skepticism evident on his face, and slightly tilting his head to the side. “Are you sure, Hyunjin? Maybe you’re just exhausted. You’ve been wandering this exhibition for hours. Maybe you… imagined it.”

“No,” Hyunjin said, shaking his head with quiet insistence. “It’s real. I can see her face. Just now.”

He dug into his bag and pulled out a small notebook and pencil. For a heartbeat, his hand hovered over a blank page, steadying, focusing. Then, almost instinctively, he began to sketch.

Lines flowed with a strange, deliberate grace, confident yet meticulous. The curve of her smile, the subtle tilt of her chin, the way her hair tumbled and framed her face, it all emerged with uncanny fidelity. Each stroke seemed alive, capturing not just her features, but the faint essence of her presence. Within minutes, a portrait had taken shape, so true it could have been conjured from memory itself.

Chan leaned closer, his breath catching. “No way… That’s her. That’s exactly how she looks.”

Hyunjin exhaled, relief and awe washing over his face like sunlight breaking through clouds. “I don’t know why… but I can see her. This is so weird. Am I just tired?"

Chan shook his head, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Well, I’ll be damned. Looks like you finally met someone your brain actually wants to cooperate with.”

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[wolfchans]

There won’t be a last step out. To infinity and beyond! 

HAPPY 5TH ANNIVERSARY MY SKZ ♡ 2018.03.25 #OurNeverEndingSKZ ♡ insp

[mariasrecs]

hyunjin fanfic recommendations 💫

maria’s note: all the fanfics listed below contain explicit scenes, so MDNI! these authors are all incredibly talented writers whom I’ve always admired, so don’t forget to show them plenty of love!! 🤍

canvas by @esstxys

so sweet by @jektaev

one more round by @jektaev

the monarchs’ quarrel by @deadpanjisung

lazy fucks with hyunjin by @hyunjinnieisms

diet pepsi by @hyunjinnieisms

cigarettes & feelings by @chxrryangel

baby fever by @hwanghhjinie

hjartað mitt by @jeonginsleftcheek

sharp edges (7 parts) by @straywrds

just stay with me by @straywrds

i only see you (2 parts and sequel to “just stay with me”) by @straywrds

pretty when you say it by @straywrds

teachers’ lounge by @straywrds

bem chem by @hyunjincanraptoo

la petite mort by @skzfflovers

hyunjin is needy by @elylyyy

you snap first! by @emmiesoverthemoon

devil-may-care by @emmiesoverthemoon

rain by @fenya-scribbles

masterpiece by @chvnnie

skin against the glass by @hyunniesamericano

tied and taken by @hyunniesamericano

kisses by @hyunniesamericano

trophy husband (12 parts) by @imfoive

just my type by @stryscribbles

no music, just you by @joyracha

summertime rendering by @channlust

meddle about by @lynsbng

sketch practice by @ghostlyscripture

no nut november by @skzophreniic

lesson plan by @skzophreniic

hunger by @seospicybin

not your toy by @seospicybin

dial tone desire by @starlostjisung

I’M IN LOVE WITH THOSE AUTHORS SO PLS SHOW THEM SUPPORT AND LOVE, THEY’RE AMAZING 🤍🫶🏻

[jinnyangel]

Hyunjins paintings compellation

[always-a-fangirlie]

Undeserving of You

Synopsis: After an accident leaves you in need of some rehab, your coworker sends you to the gym he goes to and suggests his friend and trainer. You did not expect to meet Changbin, a gym bro who blushes when you flirt with him. He agrees to help you but neither of you agreed to give in to the relationship that is blossoming.

Word Count: 26.9k

Genre: Slow burn. Trainer/client to lovers. Porn with plot. ABO!SKZ AU. Hurt. Comfort. Smut (21+ warnings below cut). Fated mates with mate marks. Pining. Unrequited love. Changbin is a manwhore (we do not slut shame in this house).

Paring: WerewolfTrainer!Changbin x HealingHiker!Reader

Warnings: This will have mentions of: female anatomy, blood, and injury. Italics are memories. Mentions of Creature in the Black Night characters and story line, you don't HAVE to read that but this is kind of going to be eight "standalones" in one universe. I also refer to something around the pulse point of a human neck as a "scent gland". It's a thing in ABO.

A/N: Holy mother of Earth. This was a process but it's finally here. Bin was so fun to write and it was so fun to add more Jisung and Felix. The other guys are coming, I promise.

Divider credit.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT - 21+ ONLY BECAUSE THIS IS NASTY STUFF - Don't like, don't read - Only you can control your media consumption - This is a work of fiction, nothing is true. I am delulu as a solulu to this world.

Smut Warnings: As mentioned before, so much pining it turns into tension. Kissing. Olfactophilia. Size kink. Groping. Grinding. Dry humping. Clit play. Dirty talk. CokeCanCock!Binnie. Unprotected sex. Missionary. Nipple play. Rough sex. Passionate sex. Spooning. Hand on throat but not to choke but then he does choke. Multiple orgasms. Squirting. Knotting. Cowgirl. Oral (male & female). Breeding kink.

"Tell me about your pack?" She's stretched out in front of the fire Chris just built up.

"Well, you have met Felix and Changbin."

"Kind of met Changbin."

Chris chuckles and slides his fingers down her bare back, watching the way she reacts; the goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch. "Changbin is the muscle of the group. If anyone is messing with the pack that we don't want around, he makes sure they find their way."

"Does he have a mate?"

Chris shakes his head. "None of the other guys have mates. Changbin likes leaving his options open."

She nods slowly, "hence the fitness retreat he was talking about?"

"Don't judge us too harshly. They're doing the best they can with their current situation."

"I'm not judging. I just hope that he finds someone. I hope they all do."

"Seo Changbin?"

Setting the dumbbells back in their proper places, Changbin walks around the equipment to see a new face standing in the middle of his arm circuit. You're just standing there, determination set on your face. Confusion crosses his features as he takes you in. Accidentally he scents you as he crosses his arms over his broad chest.

Human.

A human female in the middle of a shifter gym.

You either knew what you were doing or you were blissfully ignorant.

"Can I help you?" His voice is soft as he steps closer, letting most of the gym see him with you, marking you safe for the time being.

"My coworker said you were his trainer and that you were taking clients? He told me he asked you about me." You tell him your name and watch the realization dawn on him.

"Right, you work with Han." He mentioned his pack member, his fingers flexing and relaxing as he pieces together your scent.

"Yeah!" Your smile is radiant at the mention of the younger wolf. The twinge of something nasty that settles in his stomach is new, so new he has no real name for it. "He sits right next to me and won't shut up about how good you are."

"And you're looking for a trainer?" His eyes take you in, all curves and long limbs. Changbin tries not to focus on good your legs would look wrapped around him.

Nodding you shift on your feet, adjusting the bag you brought with you. "I'm recovering from a pretty bad injury and want to gain some strength along the way."

"What kind of injury?"

You move your hair so he can see the three gashes down your left shoulder, through the mirror behind you. They are mostly healed on the surface but he knows instantly what caused them. He also knows that there are rogue wolves running around Horizon Forest, attacking hikers in hopes of causing enough damage to change the human. While your wounds are gruesome, turning only happens if an alpha bites a human.

Circling around you, Changbin exhales sharply through his nose, making a metal note to tell Chris about this. His eyes meet yours through the mirror and he notices how intently you've been watching him. You're not nervous or afraid of him, but you are apprehensive.

Good.

If he can keep you on edge, it'll help him keep you from getting attached. While he thinks you are stunning for a human, you are just a human. Yeah, your legs would looks amazing wrapped around him and he would love to hear his name gasped from those lips but he knows your hips would break if he hit it too hard. His tastes are too primal for a human woman.

"Have you been cleared for workouts?"

You nod and rotate your shoulder before turning to face him once again, "last week."

Nodding slowly, he motions for you to follow him to the front desk before he pulls out his clipboard from under the desk and grabs a pencil. "When works for you?"

"She's a fucking human, you idiot."

"I'm aware she is human but she might be able to help figure out who the fuck is running around these woods attacking people."

There is a sound of a fork dropping, hitting the pewter plate. "There are people being attacked?"

"Fucking hell, Jisung."

Changbin smirks as Chris slides a hand over his face at his mate's questioning. "We told you to tell her."

"Someone better fucking tell me." The young woman stands from the table, carrying her empty plate to the sink and setting it in. "Is this why you're not letting me go out on my own?"

"It's not safe. We're working on it." Chris stands and glares at the other two who are sitting at the dining table he shares with his wife nightly.

"You should have told me." She turns and starts to pack up leftovers from dinner, the agitation rolling off of her in waves. "Chris, you are supposed to be going up North this weekend."

Changbin and Jisung stand but Chris glare at them causing them both to sit right back down. This is the week before Chris usually leaves for his "monthly" meetings with the pack up North. He spends the nights with them in the woods but during the day, he's running around the Forest with his wife. As the true alpha of the pack and the only mated of the eight, he tends to be more sensitive around the full moon.

"I know and I had a way to make sure you were safe."

"If you're talking about that gun you brought in the house last month, I want no part of it." Chris's wife sets a bag in front of Changbin and Jisung before going to the door and opening it. "I don't care if he told you to stay put but I really need to have this conversation alone with Chris."

Nodding, the both stand, nodding to their alpha before turning and bowing respectfully to you. Changbin grabs his bag and pats Chris on the back apologetically before following Jisung out the door. The pair are silent until the doors of the Jeep have closed and their bags of food are set aside.

"Fuck," Changbin rubs his face before sighing and starting the Jeep.

"We should wait. She might kick him out."

Shaking his head, Changbin puts the vehicle in drive and takes off out of the Forest. "You and I both know that won't happen."

Jisung chuckles and nods, rolling the window down. "Do you think we'll ever get that?"

"I don't know if I want it."

"No?" Surprise fills the tone of the younger man as he turns to look to his friend.

"He's not only worrying about us now, he has her. A fucking human."

"You said that like she disgusts you."

"It would have been easier if she was a wolf, that's all I mean."

"Ah, you're worried too so you're being an asshole." Jisung nods and looks out the window as they exit the Forest. "I get it. If mine was human, I would be the same way."

"Han, you're too fucking soft hearted. If your mate gave you any push back, you would apologize and do whatever they wanted." Changbin scoffs and looks over at his friend.

Jisung has his eyes narrowed as they look at the older male, a faint flash of the ice blue eye that appears when he is in his wolf form. "Your point?"

Changbin laughs and shakes his head, "there is no point, just fact."

The pair fall into a comfortable silence once more until Changbin remembers something. "The woman you suggested come see me. Did you know she was one of the attacked before or after I said something?"

"Before." Jisung turns from the window to look at his friend. "She was out from work for a couple of weeks and when she came back, she told me what happened. She doesn't remember anything that happened either. It was the hospital that told her her wounds matched others and explained what had been happening."

Changbin nods, "so why me?"

"She mentioned the muscles of her back and her shoulders have been fucked since the attack. She is hoping to regain the strength she lost." Jisung smiles at his friend. "She's a hiker. Loved being out in the Forest.

"Loved?"

"She's terrified of it now. Refuses to go back. The attack robbed her of not only the use of her arm for a long time but also the one thing she really enjoyed doing."

"You seem to know a lot about her," Changbin smirks at his friend.

"She's my friend. She might now know about us but she's a really cool person." A smirk comes over Jisung's lips. "Did you see her legs? She wore this skirt once and I almost begged her to-"

"Enough."

The single word silenced the younger wolf more effectively than anything tried previous. It was the tone that Changbin had used. A possessive, claiming tone that most wolves only use for one purpose, and one person. To hear it come from Changbin shocked Jisung into silence for a few moments.

Changbin gripped his steering wheel so tightly he had to force himself to release the hold, letting his mind drift to you and how determined you looked, your hip pressed against the front desk, long legs on display as you spoke with your new trainer.

A sly smile comes to Jisung's face. "You like her."

"I don't know her."

"Doesn't matter. You noticed her legs and you like her now."

"Shut up asshole."

Jisung chuckles and grabs his bag when Changbin pulls into his driveway and parks the Jeep. "I know you, my guy. I see the vision you have in your head." He gets out of the vehicle as Changbin removes the keys. "Thank me later."

"She's human."

"Your point?" Jisung shuts the car door and heads across the street to the house he shares with Minho.

Changbin lets his forehead rest on the steering wheel of the Jeep as he inhales deeply. Jisung might have been on to something.

His cock twitches in his jeans as he imagines your long, strong legs wrapped around his waist as his hand is around your pretty throat bullying his girth into you.

"Fuck you, Han Jisung."

"Come on, you can take it."

"I don't think I can."

"You've done so well. Keep going."

"Changbin, please,"

"Do you need me to help? You're so close, I can see it."

Extending your legs forward, you groan softly when Changbin locks the machine in place for you, ending your workout for the day.

"Holy shit." Your legs are shaking but you feel the endorphins rushing through your body.

Changbin squats down to be eye level with you, his elbows on his knees and his hands dangling between his thighs. "How do you feel?"

"That was harder than I thought it would be."

"You did amazing though." He smile makes your heart squeeze and you can't help but smile back.

It's been about six weeks since you started your work outs with Changbin and you can already feel your body's changing, getting back what you've lost. You've always had some level of strength due to your previous hobbies but after your accident, you lost a lot of the muscle.

Your doctor was very impressed by your devotion to your physical therapy as well. The muscles in your back have been redeveloping and under Changbin's guidance, growing stronger.

"I earned that rest day tomorrow so don't call me and ask if I want to come in." You laugh softly, swinging your legs to the opposite side of the machine so you don't kick Changbin.

"I would never." You hear him stand and start grabbing the sanitizing materials.

He always does this for you. After testing you the best way to disinfect and wipe the equipment down, he still never lets you do it. Always pushes you to get water or stretch in between sets to avoid cramping.

Finishing off your water you turn to face him and you notice his eye placement.

Your scars.

"Bin?" The nickname is soft from your lips as the water bottle leaves your lips.

"Can I?"

He's usually very gentle when he was guiding you in the early stages of your workouts. Never touching you without permission and never using your left shoulder for demonstrations. Normally you wear tshirts or thin athletic long sleeves to avoid stares.

Today is the first hot day of the summer season so the brick of the gym's exterior retained a lot of the heat. It doesn't help that he pushed you harder so you were sweating more and stripped down to the tank you had under the light sweatshirt.

"Um, sure but not in the middle of the leg rotations. We might throw someone off." You turn and head towards the locker rooms, stopping to fill your water bottle once again.

Changbin follows slowly, giving you some time to accept that he is going to be in your space. You feel his warmth at your back before you hear him.

"We don't-"

"It will help if you can track the progress."

Changbin nods and takes a breath as you shift and move the strap of the tank. "We don't have to do this here."

"Where else would we go?"

"Anywhere you would be more comfortable."

You nod. "Okay. My place isn't too far."

This is how you end up panic cleaning while you wait for Changbin to arrive. The apartment isn't crazy dirty but you had some dishes that needed put into the sink and some clothes everywhere. You were folding your thick blanket when a knock on your door sounded.

Crossing the small space, you take a breath and open the door. Your eyes widen when you see Changbin. He's freshly showered and in a loose black hoodie that is unzipped to show the black tank top and shorts instead of the usual gym uniform. You've seen him like this before but for some reason, he looks even better. Like he belongs in your space.

A small flush comes to his face when he sees that you've been staring. A hand moves to the back of his neck to rub as he chuckles awkwardly. "Sorry, I didn't want to bring the gym into your home."

Are you fucking kidding? Your face softens and you smile, stepping back and motioning for him to come in. "It's okay." You close the door behind him and bite your bottom lip as you take in the broadness of his shoulders, the defined muscles he works so hard for shifting as he walks and looks around your space.

"Did you find the place okay?" You stand awkwardly in the front room, watching him take in your home.

"I did. You were right about the GPS and how it would have directed me to a block over."

You nod, a small smile on your lips. "Good."

Having Changbin in your space is awkward. You know he is here for professional reasons but you can't help but shake the feeling that it could quickly slip into something personal.

"I would never know you were into the outdoorsy things by looking around."

You flush and nod, "yeah. After the accident, I kind of took everything down and shoved it into the spare room."

"Have you been back to the Forest since?" He turns to look at you, genuine curiosity crossing his face. He knows the answer but he wants to see how much he can get you to discuss.

"No." Your voice is soft and wavers slightly. "I don't know if I can."

He knew what the answer would be and his heart still cracks at the sadness and the longing in your voice.

Changbin never told you that Han let you in on some of the secrets you shared with him. He always reacted as if he were hearing something for the first time, he wanted to gain your trust. Even with the knowledge Jisung gave him, Changbin still learned so much about you.

He's learned how much you loved camping and trying to make your own shelter during your outings. Right before the accident you had started learning rock climbing but when your doctor told you about the damage to the muscles in your back and shoulder, you gave up.

"Maybe we can work on getting you back into that Forest. Slowly of course."

Your eyes, that had been downcast, look up to meet his and he sees the tears lining your lashes. "You're just my workout coach, Bin."

"Here I thought we were friends." His voice is light and a small smile twitches at his lips.

You huff a laugh and quickly swipe at your eyes before nodding, "you definitely know more about me than my actual friends." A small smile comes to your face.

Changbin smiles, his wolf sitting taller with its chest out in pride as he made you smile. Even if it was small. He crosses the space and stops just out of reach and moves your hair from your face, his tough gentle and warm.

"We can work on that too, okay?"

Leaning into his hand when it presses to your cheek, your eyes meet his. They're so open and trusting, so different from the determined look he usually sees from you.

"Yeah, okay."

The air between you is less awkward but there is still a charge. His wolf wants you and that makes things a little harder for him to handle when every night he thinks about how you would look wrapped around him or how your soft sighs as you workout would sound saying his name. His cock twitches in his shorts and he has to step back and clear his throat to try to gather himself.

It's because the full moon is only a couple days away. His wolf is looking for a female to spend the time with and recently, he's been targeting you.

"I guess you want to take a look at my back now?"

Changbin nods and and watches you walk to a window that gives off a lot of natural light. Reaching back, you pull your shirt and your supports bra over your head before flipping your hair over your shoulder. You look out the window, allowing Changbin the opportunity to take in the scarring.

You feel his eyes on you, but not on the ruined skin. He's watching your face. "We don't have to do this now." He voice is soft and suddenly you're wrapped in warmth and his rainy, leather scent.

He's wrapped his hoodie over you're shoulders.

It's then you realize that there are tears slowly sliding down your cheeks. The grip on your clothing as you hold it to your chest tightens as you bite your bottom lip and your eyes finally look to him. He's right beside you now, compassion and a flicker of something else in his beautiful espresso eyes.

"I'm sorry." For the first time since he's met you, your voice is soft and vulnerable. You sniffle and close your eyes as a swarm of emotions drop down on you. Shame, embarrassment, longing. "I-I don't know where this came f-from." You inhale trying to get a hold of yourself.

"Hey, hey." His hands come up to your shoulders, squeezing softly. "You have nothing to be sorry for." A small smile comes to his face as he gets a whiff of your lavender and pine scent mixed with his. "It was a serious injury and a traumatic experience for you. If you're not ready, it's no big deal. All of this is at your pace."

You hiccup and nod softly, still not meeting his eyes. You feel warm, calloused hands on your jaw and thumbs gently slide over your cheeks. "I do still want you to look-k at them." Your eyes open to see Changbin's. "I know it will help."

He gives you a nod and moves his hands back down to your shoulders, "if you're sure."

"I am." You turn and shrug his hoodie off of that shoulder and move your hair, giving him his first, up close, unrestricted view of the devastation that is your back. You keep his hoodie close, loving the comfort it has given you.

"Oh my god." It leaves him before he can stop it. "How-?"

"How am I alive?" You don't flinch when he reaches out and touches the one closest to your spine.

"And how are you on your feet?" There are three jagged lines, from the base of your skull, across your left shoulder blade and the longest ending just below where your real ribs end.

"I was found in enough time to stabilize the nerves in my back and to stop the bleeding. The theory is it was an animal attack but no one knows what animal."

His fingers trace over the scar tissue, his fingers warm against the consistently cold skin. "Wolf. That's the rumors anyways."

Nodding slowly, you notice that your breaths are coming easier, the pain of your back has lessened. You tilt your head forward and allow your eyes to slip closed when you feel his hand fully cover the majority of the wound. Tears streak down your cheeks.

"Thank you for trusting me enough with this." His voice is quiet against your skin as his arms curl around the dip in your waist, holding your body to his.

Your rigid in his arms and for a moment Changbin second guesses himself and starts to pull back but when he feels you relax, his arms tighten again and holds you. The feel of your body against his sends his mind to places it does not need to go. The combination of your scent and his making things worse.

He just can't seem to let you go.

It's been five months of training with Changbin.

Five months of lingering touches, shared glances, and soft smiles. The flirting started when you reached out to squeeze one of his biceps and you watched how his face flushed a deep crimson but instead of telling you to stop, he flexed both arms harder.

He is always going above and beyond for you, making your heart soar with the butterflies in your stomach. Your favorite shake to have before your workout will be waiting for you at check in or your electrolytes will be ready mid work out. After, he'll often hold out half of whatever snack he was having and wink before praising you.

After a surprise visit from your coworker, he saw the dynamic you two shared and was pleasantly surprised. That was when you learned from Han that he usually keeps all of his clients strictly professional. He always made them clean their own machines and never really "helped" them with anything. Nor did he smile at them as sweetly as he does with you. None of them got nicknames either.

You earned the nickname "Legs" after demonstrating their strength and when he learned that they're just a little too long for your body. Not that you care, you're the one that told him about it, with a smile as you watched his eyes slowly trail down their length.

It's often you recall the warmth you felt with his arms around you, standing in your apartment. His sturdy presence behind you, the warmth and scent of his hoodie curled around you. You still have that hoodie and you wear it on nights where the pain is a little too much to handle. It seems to help, at least you can trick your mind into thinking so.

Once he saw your scars, you let him read some of the notes from your hospital PT so he could really cater your plan around those ruined muscles. At the end of every session he always has a room for physical therapy for you ready to go.

You feel like things are happening but then he disappears for a long weekend and comes back with a wall up again. There is a hardness in his eyes and you try to remind yourself not to get attached but just as you're slipping into the professional mindset, his hands linger on your waist, his voice drops and he whispers something only for you, or you catch his eyes watching you bend.

The closer he gets to his monthly disappearing act, the touchier he gets but then he's gone and comes back colder. You're stuck in the cycle of push and pull. It drives you crazy and everyone you swear you're done but then you fall back into the ease of the relationship.

The worst part of this situation is you have to hear about what happens during the long weekends since Han usually goes with him and comes back with plenty of stories. So for the first couple of days of the week, you get painful play by plays of their conquests.

The first time you it in saw pictures was on accident. Han was showing you the property they went to and how the houses were spaced close enough for it to feel familial but far enough to keep privacy.

You took the phone and zoomed so you could make it out. Clear as day was the man your heart decided it wanted. On the porch of one of the houses and a thin blonde woman, locked in a heated kiss. You handed the phone back to Han and requested not to hear anymore.

It was a while you were working through some programming that you finally figured out what was bothering you. Finally you could put a name to the pit that was growing in your stomach and the ache surrounding your heart.

Jealousy.

It's while you're on the "butterfly machine" as you call it, when it hits you. The image you saw just hours ago floods back and your heart squeezes so painfully you stop mid-repetition and turn to look at Changbin.

All you see are his fingers intertwined in blonde hair, those lips locked with painted pinks ones that looked plush and soft. Your stomach flipped and you gasped softly as your throat threatens to close.

He's beside you with his clipboard, professional as ever, watching to make sure the proper muscle engage while also making sure you stay safe. Every so often he would reach out and brace your shoulder or guide his fingertips over your scars.

Each brush of his skin on your old wounds sends an electric jolt through your nerves and it gives you a few moments of comfort in the ruined skin. Much like when he first touched them in your apartment, Changbin's touch always warms and soothes the constant ache.

When you stop, he adjusts his stance so he can look down and try to meet your eyes, which you keep focused on the mirror in front of you. "What's up, Legs?"

It's after he removes his fingers from your skin that you drop your arms from the machine and take a deep breath, the rolling in your stomach making things worse. "I think I need to find a new trainer."

His eyes widen a fraction before his head tilts slightly and he relaxes some in front of you. You finally turn your eyes up and notice that his face remains unfazed but his eyes show the shock and what might be panic. "Why? What's wrong?"

You sigh softly and slide your damp palms over the material of your workout pants, looking down at where your feet are braced on the machine. "I just think it might be best."

Changbin drops to one knee in front of you, making sure to get into your line of sight. "You have to do better than that, Legs." He pulls up your progress sheet on the clipboard and goes to hand it to you but you wave it away, closing your eyes so you don't have to see him. "No, you look at this and tell me you still want a new trainer." He hates that when your eyes closed, tears slipped down your cheeks.

You're hurting and it might be his fault.

"I don't know if I want it to stay professional anymore, Changbin." Your eyes are squeezed shut, turning your head away from him. "I know we have an odd relationship but it's making me-,"you pause because your heart pounds so hard you feel it in your ears, in your throat.

"Oh, okay, yeah. If that is the case," his voice is tentative but you notice no emotion behind it.

Your heart drops to your stomach. "Bin?" Your voice is weak and shakes. He can feel your terror and can smell the sorrow coming off of you.

"Then it would be best for you to seek another trainer." He gives you just cold acknowledgement of your heart that you held out to him before he dropped it back at your feet.

Without another word, you're off the machine, grabbing your water bottle, and heading in the direction of the locker room. Heat floods your cheeks as tears fill your eyes.

Stupid. You were so stupid.

Why did you think that he would even consider saying something like "you can stay with me, I don't mind" in his flirtatious tone and little smile that makes your stomach summersault.

Changbin watches you go and sighs heavily as he lets his eyes close and his read tilt forward for a moment. He has to remind himself that you are human and he cannot in good conscious give you what you want.

After a work out weeks ago, he asked if you wanted to go to the edge of the Forest just to visit, start the exposure therapy and you almost agreed. He could see the hope in your eyes but then a wolf howled, and he watched in real time how your fear took over.

It was his first experience working you through a panic attack. You crumbled to the side walk in his arms and his heart broke because he realized at the core of who he is, he is what you are terrified of.

Changbin might not have scared you but the animal inside of him did. It made him feel so undeserving, keeping something so large from you but knowing that if he told you, he would lose you.

His kind gave you the injury that lead you to him. To his gym. That lead him to your apartment. That allowed his hands on you for the first time.

So they why did watching you walk away with the scent of heartbreak and tears make his chest feel like it caved open? He feels like he's bleeding all over the floor at the machine you finally had the strength to master on your own. Five months of determination and pure will got you where you are.

Changbin loved that about you.

He loves so much more about you.

His hears pick up the sound of a smothered sob and your racing heart as you head for the exit of the gym. Slowly, he shoves himself to his feet and gets to work disinfected the machine you vacated.

While the thought of never seeing you again hurts, he knows this is for the best. He would only cause you more pain and suffering than he is worth to you. In Changbin's mind, he'll never deserve you.

Heaving your bag onto your good shoulder, you sniffle before heading out of the locker room. Glancing towards the upper body machines, you notice Changbin is still on his knee in front of the butterfly one you were just on. He was adjusting the weights back down for the next person.

He had already moved on. Nothing further for you.

You cover your mouth as you feel a sob bubble to the surface, you take a breath to try to calm the racing of your heart as you turn in your key, not bothering to give much more before leaving the gym for the last time.

"I don't think I can do this."

"Yeah you can, babe, it's been what, six months? It's time to get back out there."

"It's been a year."

"So it is definitely time to get back out there."

You heave a sigh before a slow nod and shouldering your pack. Ignoring the way your shoulder already starts to protest under the weight of the equipment you ended up being the one to carry.

"Felix found her." His alpha's voice sounds from the other end of the line.

His grip on the hair of the head currently between his legs tightens enough for them to stop. "What?"

"Felix found her on his way in for his shift. She's at the hospital. We're on our way there now."

"Is she okay?" He ignores the look from the she-wolf as she releases his cock from her mouth, ignoring how all interest has been lost. "Chris, tell me-" He's shoving himself off the bed as he waits for the answer.

"Changbin, it's not good. She's alive but-."

"I'm on my way."

"There is nothing you can do and you're still on the other side of the Forest. We've got it-"

"I said I'm on my way but maybe don't tell her?" He's pulling his clothes on, ignoring the woman who has been his longest partner as she tries to get his attention. "I don't want her to know we've been watching her."

"We?"

"I have been."

"Okay. Just be careful."

"Thank you, Chris."

When Changbin got the call that you were missing, he tried to play it off. Then the call came in that you were found and in the hospital, he was beside himself. He managed to shift and run through the Forest to get to his vehicle that he left at his alpha's cabin. He didn't even stop to look at himself before barreling into the hospital, b-lining for your room on the emergency floor, Felix's floor.

"Where even were you?"

"Gina's."

"You left the she wolf?" Chris raises an eyebrow at his pack member who glares at him in response. Chris chuckles and holds his hands up in surrender. "Hey, you're the one who has the reputation, not me."

"None of them mattered. None of it matters to me now."

"You decided to pull your head from your ass?"

"Chris, can we not?"

"All seven of us have been telling you but you refused. Tried to bury yourself in your roster."

"Chris, leave him alone."

Changbin sighs and turns on his heel to resume his pacing. He hears the sharp exhale and the hiss from Chris as his wife probably pinches him.

"He's not wrong. Just annoying." A soft giggle comes from the woman and Chris grumbles. "It felt wrong to let her walk away last time. I know why now." He looks up at his alpha.

The pair share a look before Chris nods and wraps an arm around his wife pulling her close. "Okay. What can we do?"

"I don't know yet. I just know I don't want to leave her for too long."

"I'm here with her." A few voice sounds from behind him and Changbin turns to see Felix. "You really should go at least shower. You have lipstick on your throat and you smell like bad decisions."

Changbin sighs and turns to his alpha, "can I get a ride?"

You remained unconscious for the remainder of the day and into the next. The trauma to your arm causing more damage than previously thought, not to mention the mental toll it must have taken. Just as he did the previously, Changbin paced outside your door. Only, stopping when he heard a change in your breathing. He always stopped and looked in to check on you but when he saw that your eyes remained closed, his pacing would resume.

"Does anyone know what she was doing there?" Changbin looks to Felix, who exits the room after checking your vitals and to change out your IVs.

"She needs to be the one to talk to you about that, Bin."

"Felix, she wasn't ready to be out there." He sighs when the young doctor still refuses to say anything. "Did she go willingly?"

"She went into the Forest with someone willingly," Felix sighs and moves the glasses from his face, " but she was found alone."

Changbin felt his heart tear at the thought of you going back to the one place that made you the happiest with someone else. What hurts worse is that you were injured and left on your own.

"Thanks, Lix."

It was about 3am when your gasp sounded. Changbin didn't bother to tell anyone about you waking, he just turns to his friend with a slightly panicked look on his face.

"Han says she won't be mad. Just be gentle." Chris whispers as he holds his sleeping mate on his lap. "You tell her as much or as little as you want but be honest. It's scary but if her well being means this much to you, she deserves it."

You woke up on your side, the bandages causing your shoulder to throb dully. Shifting slightly, you gasp and reach up to stabilize yourself but warm hands are already there, bracing you. Without looking, you already know it's Changbin. The way his touch soothes the ache of the muscles and the injury, only he seems to be able to do that.

"Bin?" Your voice is exhausted and broken but hopeful.

"Hey, Legs." His fingers expand over your shoulder and you could cry from the relief you feel for the first time since you left the gym all those months ago. "What's going on?"

Suddenly, your eyes water and you reach out to take his free hand, holding it to you. His fingers lace with yours and he lets you squeeze his palm and attempt to ground yourself.

Slowly, you relax but keep his hand in yours. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm not going to let you deal with this on your own."

"You're not my trainer through."

"I was never just your trainer, Legs."

Your face flushes and you turn your face to try to hide it. "Bin, don't."

"I'm sorry." Your name is a whisper on his lips as his fingers gently turn your eyes back to his. He repeats your name once more, "I'm so fucking sorry. I never should have let you walk out of my gym. I'll beat myself up for it the rest of my life but I am here for you now. However you want me."

Your throat tightens and you have swallow hard to keep your tears in check but you know he watched them form on your lash line. You blink and your eyes refocus on two people standing in the doorway.

Changbin nods over his shoulder, "these are my friends. Chris and his wife."

"Hi!" She steps into the room and smiles, introducing herself. "We've heard a lot about you."

Your eyes widen and Changbin chuckles, "all good, I promise."

The man stands in the doorway, a protective aura coming from him as he looks over the woman who slips into a chair at your bedside. "Changbin, whenever you're ready."

"You're leaving?" The devastation in your voice causes Changbin's heart to squeeze so painfully it almost burst. The monitors beep as your heart rate increases. Your face flushes and you turn your eyes away.

Shaking his head, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. I'm coming back." He squats down to be eye level with you. Gently, on his his hands cups your jaw and tilts your face to look at him. "Never again will I let you walk away from me. And I'll never leave you."

You give him a watery smile as you feel his promise flow over you, nodding. "Okay."

At that moment you knew that all the thoughts and ideals about Changbin not caring about you, those were wrong. He did care. As more than your trainer too it seems.

"Changbin." The male behind him calls for his attention and even your eyes turn to him. The feelings he gives off aren't scary but you can tell he means business. His hands are in his pockets but the way he stands commands the room.

She looks at Changbin, "Let us girls talk. You go talk to him," she leans back in the chair and point to her husband before she starts to mouth something.

Changbin leans close, cutting her from your line of site, ruining your chance to see her scold him. Your hand in both of his, he smiles softly, "I'll be right back. I have a bag in my Jeep that I need to grab. Can I get you anything while I'm out?"

You shake your head, hating how your anxiety surfaces at the idea of him leaving. "No, I'm okay."

Noticing the difference in your heart rate, Changbin slowly lifts a hand and cups your face, "I promise you, Legs, I'm coming back."

"Changbin is a lot of things but a liar is not one of them." The male, Chris, says from his position. "I just need him for like 15 minutes and he'll be back. My wife is your collateral."

You look to the young woman and she smiles warmly at you, nodding. "It's a serious promise if I am the collateral. And not just saying that."

Chris walk over and leans over the back of the chair to kiss her softly making you turn back to Changbin, "be safe."

He smiles, noticing how some of your anxiety has eased before he places a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

Chris clears his throat from where he stands by the door. Changbin reluctantly lets go of your hand and stands before following him out the door. You're unsure but it feel like you just watched your heart leave with him.

"I promise, they'll be back." Chris's wife says with a smile as she watches the men leave as well. After the door closes behind them, she turns to you, soft eyes and a gentle voice. "Changbin's told us some about you and about your situation."

"Situa-oh, my injury." Your so surprised to hear that Changbin has talked about you that you nearly forgot what happened.

"He also mentioned that you were nervous about getting back into the Forest?"

You nod and sigh, adjusting so you can push yourself to sit up. "I've been a hiker my whole life. I basically grew up on the trails in Horizon but after the attack, I was scared to go back."

The woman across from you nods in understanding and leans back in the chair to give off the aura of comfort, which is working. "The nurses didn't really give us much of anything but your doctor-,"

You turn and look at the board where it lists who your care providers are as well as your list of vitals. "Dr. Lee? He was my doctor before so I'm not surprised he's mine again."

She smiles and nods, "Felix is a good friend of ours." Adjusting the collar of her shirt, she lowers it enough to show you a jagged circular scar just under her collarbone. "He patched me up after I was shot."

Your eyes widen but she just smiles and shakes her head, "everything is okay now. An older hunter had a heart attack and his arrow went off corse." She lets her shirt go back into place and relaxes back into the chair. Her eyes searching yours before she asks, "why did you go back if you weren't ready?"

This question was bound to come up but that doesn't meant you had to be ready with the answers. You could lie but knowing the more you say the truth, the easier it will get. You turn your head down to your lap, focusing on the chipping nail polish.

"I started seeing a guy I met at the gym I started going to after leaving Bin's. He hikes too and convinced me this would be the best time to come back. All the trees changing color and the possibilities of seeing the wildlife." Your voice wavers as you stop the nervous picking on your nails. "That should have been my first clue."

"Did you see something?"

Shaking your head, you look over with tears silently slipping down your cheeks. "Not until that night."

"That guy, Eric, he isn't dead."

"I know. But he left me." You heart caves in on itself as you remember the heartbreak, the fear, and then the pain. As if on cue, your shoulder throbs. "Dr. Lee said my shoulder was dislocated and two of the ligaments are strained." You lean back on the bed, letting your head tilt back. "All of Bin's hard work and patience down the drain."

"I don't think he will see it that way."

"He laid a lot of the ground work for my strength training and I feel like I ruined it all."

"What happened?"

Sighing heavily, you put your hands on your eyes. "He left me in the middle of the night. I packed up and tried to hike myself and everything down. I must have over compensated and fell. Such an idiot mistake."

"Well, that Eric guys sounds like a tool."

You scoff and nod, "he is."

"Do you still have feelings for him?"

"Who, Eric? Fuck no." The last two words are said with such venom even you're surprised.

The young woman smirks and nods, "so you still feel something for Bin then."

"I'm not sure what I feel for him."

"From what I just saw, it's definitely something."

"I don't know, after how things went last time, I don't want to sink back into it but I can't help it."

She nods and shifts forward on her chair. "He cares about you. I'm not sure to what extent, but we all can see it."

"I just," you sigh softly. Pausing, you reconsider spilling to this total stranger but looking at her, you feel like family. She doesn't look at you like you've just met, instead it's like you've been friends forever. Letting that feeling guide you, you tell her more than you've told anyone.

"Jisung's told me a lot about his escapades. I saw what Gina looked like and that clearly isn't me so I just tried to tell myself I wasn't his type. I not interested in being another notch in his bedpost." You wring your hands in your lap before looking back, "but I can't help it. I want to be near him. I want him to think about me that way."

"You want him to want you too."

Nodding you put your hands to your face, feeling it flush. "So badly but then as I learned more from Jisung-,"

"Well, let me stop you there. We all love Jisung and he means so well but he talks. A lot. About anything and everything."

"He goes with Changbin on most of these weird monthly retreats with these women so he just talks about what happens and guessed about my stupid crush on Bin so he tried to tell me that he was basically unavailable. Which is fine but-"

"Breathe," she interrupts you with a smile. "I can see why Jisung is drawn to you as well. You both tend to ramble, which is not a bad thing."

You flush and look back down at your hands, "it's basically unrequited feelings. I told him and he told me no. I don't want to feel like that again."

"But he's here. With you. Not with anyone else." She gives you a knowing smile, "he wouldn't do that for someone who is just his client."

A flush comes to your cheeks and you look away from her intense gaze. You're saved from speaking again by your doctor, Dr. Lee.

"Felix!" Chris's wife smiles in greeting.

"Hey stranger." He turns to you and smiles, holding up a syringe. "I bring pain medicine."

You pass a few more moments as Felix administers your medicine and checks your vitals. It's as he is leaving that your eyes fall shut after fighting their heaviness and you let your head lean back onto the pillows.

"Gina's so mad at him she threw all his shit out and was in the process of slashing tires." The deep voice of your doctor comes through.

"Yeah, Chris said it wasn't good bit there's nothing that can be done. She's not in his pack but if Bin decides to mention the mating bond, it might calm things."

"I doubt it. Gina is his longest running partner. How they don't have pups is astounding."

"Well, I don't care. I'm hoping she is his."

"I don't know. After the initial attack and now this? He'd never let her into the woods again. Especially now that he's shown to be an alpha as well."

"Do you think that's a commonality? For males to find their mates and to have those characteristics?"

"I'm not sure. This is honestly the first time I've heard of it. Bin's not been very forth coming with an exam to confirm."

A small laugh comes from the woman and that is when sleep fully decides to take you under.

Hours later you wake to the sound of soft voices, a warm body behind yours, a soft hand on your bad shoulder, and a gentle steady movement of fingers through your hair.

"Legs?" Changbin's voice is low and rumbles through you. "Easy, you're okay. You're safe." His forehead meets the side of your head. "I'm right here." He must have heard the way the monitor started to pick up on your panic.

Your hand shoots out and grabs his, gripping harshly as you feel your chest rising and falling at too fast of an interval. Your eyes fly open and their filled with white light, blinding you.

"Legs, baby listen to me,"

"Eyes,"

You're up off the bed, ripping out half the wires that were attached to you as you rush to the window. Sitting in the middle of the court yard are three large, dark masses. Two with sets of blue eyes and one with glowing yellow eyes.

"The yellow ones did this." You reach back and let your fingers graze over your shoulder.

There is a rush of sound and movement before arms are around you and you're gently guided from the window. Chris's wife helps you sit back down as Han comes up and closes the windows.

"Jisung?"

"I'm staying, don't worry."

"Bin. Where's-?" Your fight to get up off the bed but Chris's wife keeps you beside her. "Please,"

"He's with my husband. They're be okay."

Silently, your body trembles as you come down from your rush. You find yourself leaning against your newest friend as Jisung paces the room, poking his head out of the door every other lap.

"Jisung, help me." Chris's wife whispers as she tries to get you to lay back. She busies herself with the wires and readjusting your pillows while he supports your weight.

"I've missed you at work." He says as you lean into him.

"I've missed being at work."

"Here, let's get you laid back down." Your friends help you to lay down, Jisung steps back as soon as he could and resumes his pacing. "They're back inside."

"Binnie." You whimper softly, watching the door for him to arrive. Giving in to a long blink, your eyes fall closed and stay that way longer than anticipated.

"They're part of the rogue pack. Chris got that much out of their Beta before it got messy."

"Son of a bitch tried to sucker punch me."

"What about the one with the yellow eyes?"

"Their alpha. He's obsessed with her and believes she is his mate."

"Wait,"

"Oh, I know."

"What happens now?"

"She's mine." The voice is low and dark. "There's no room for discussion."

"Binnie."

Slowly, your eyes flick open and they land on Changbin. He is leaning against the door with his arms crossed, the biceps you drool over stretching the arms of the black shirt he's wearing. His eyes are warm pools of coffee and they're locked with yours, not even shifting when Chris crosses through to get to his wife.

Your fingers twitch on the bed as if you wanted to reach for him but you stop. Almost as if he read it on your face, Changbin is across the room, still ignoring his friends, and sitting on the edge of your bed, sliding his warm hand into yours, letting his thumb massage your knuckles.

"You're okay, Legs."

Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod and squeeze his fingers. Looking down at where your fingers are covered by his, you let yourself relax. "Th-ank you for coming-g back-k." Your voice is barely a whisper that breaks on its way out. Changbin easily hears you with his enhanced senses and his heart clenches.

Changbin smiles softly, reaching over an tucking a soft strand of hair behind your ear. "My sweet girl, I made you a promise."

"We'll check in with Felix about pain meds since I noticed the time on the board and come back tomorrow, okay?" His alpha's wife keeps her voice warm and gentle as she reaches out and squeezes his shoulder before leaving with Chris, the alpha giving him a firm squeeze on the back of the neck.

Slowly, trying not jostle you too much, Changbin shifts so he can sit on your good side. "Come here, Legs." Helping you adjust the best he can, you've laid down on your side. Curled up in his strong arms, your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling his warmth, you fill him in on what had happened.

You stop once you make it to the night Eric left you in the middle of the woods. A soft rumble is running through Changbin's chest and when you try to look up at him, he holds you in place. He knows his control slipped and his wolf eyes, true jade green, flashed.

"It took both of us to get to that location and it was supposed to take both of us to get out. I couldn't just leave the equipment."

"I know, Legs. I know." He turns his head so he can bury his nose in your hair, taking in your soft scent. He closes his eyes and lets your presence ground him.

"I'm so sorry, Bin. I didn't mean to ruin everything," you finally admit into his chest as the tears begin their free fall down your cheeks.

"You didn't ruin anything, Legs." He holds you through it all, shifting you closer and whispering soft words and promises for your days to come. Slowly, his fingers comb through your hair as your fingers curl tightly into his shirt.

A couple hours later, you fall asleep sprawled across his chest. Felix came in with a new round of pain medicine after dinner and helped you both get into a comfortable position. You're laying between his legs, resting chest to chest. His toned body supporting yours in just the right ways for you to quickly fall asleep.

Changbin has been busy copy and pasting the same text message to all the female wolves he has been visiting for his ruts.

"We had some great times and I hope you find your mate. I won't be reaching out again. I've found mine."

Gina called back with one question, "is she the one you whispered to in your sleep?"

When she said your name Changbin's head thumped against the hospital pillow and he knew for certain the answer to the question in the back of his mind. You really were his mate.

"Yes."

Gina disconnected the call.

Seo Changbin is everywhere.

He was there when you were released under strict rules to not workout. Light walks were encouraged but any sort of strenuous activity was basically forbidden until Dr. Lee cleared you.

Everyday since coming home, Changbin has come over at the end of his day, usually around sundown, to walk with you around your neighborhood. It's a slow, calm walk that isn't always filled with chatter. You'll share information about your days and then sometimes you fall into comfortable silence.

You have been off work, Han talking your boss into extending the leave you were on with the original accident due to "circumstances beyond your control". Somehow it was agreed and you've been granted two weeks to rest and use gentle PT to get your shoulder out of the sling.

As you were straightening your home, you've noticed all of the pieces of Changbin. The hoodie on the back of your couch, the pair of glasses on the kitchen island with one of his books, a contact case and deodorant in your bathroom, and not to mention the hoodie that hasn't left your bedroom.

He's been consistent and it's almost enough for you to slip back into your previous feelings for him.

Almost.

It was just another night, Changbin came over after his shift at the gym. It's been raining so you opted for a day off and he was more than willing to focus on your PT instead. You're seated on the floor, spine straight against the front of Changbin's legs. He's on the edge of the couch, his hands in the mineral oil Dr. Lee prescribed and compounded on his own.

Neither of them would ever tell you but the oil contained some of Changbin's alpha DNA. You being his mate made it easier for you to accept the healing aspects of the oil into your muscles.

You had just started another episode of the drama you watch during your sessions to help take your mind off the pressure and pain as he works your stiff, sore muscles. Not soon after setting the remote down does his phone start going off.

"Ignore it." His voice is rough in the "I talked all day" kind of way so he keeps it at a lower octave. He notices the way the hairs on your skin raise in response to him.

Half way into the episode, the phone is on it's 20th attempt that you finally pulled away and reached forward to grab it. Changbin tries to keep you in place but the oil allows you to easily slip from his hands.

"Don't, I'm not going to-,"

Gina #1, is the contact listed with an image of a blonde female, her breasts shoved up under her chin and huge doe eyes looking at the camera.

She is the one you saw before. The blonde that Changbin was kissing. You feel your heart sink to your stomach before you blink hard and swallow harder. Sitting straighter, slide your thumb to answer and hold it out to him. "It's so fucking annoying, just answer." You're unable to hide your agitation and you mentally kick yourself.

Without hesitation he puts the phone to his ear but used his other hand to smooth over the skin of your shoulder, smiling when he feels you relax a bit into him. He focuses on that instead of the She-wolf on the other end.

It's when she starts begging for his cock that he cuts her off. "I told you, I'm seeing someone. Please don't call me again. I've asked you multiple times. I won't be as nice next time." With that, he hangs up and shuts his phone off after telling Chris that if he is needed to have his wife reach out to you. "There."

Nodding once, your eyes not leaving the television, silence falls back over you both. Less comfortable, more charged. It crackles between you both and you feel his eyes on your face from the mirror he placed to make sure you're not lying if he presses too hard.

"Legs," he starts but your eyes cut to his in the mirror and he stops.

"Don't."

"You didn't listen to me so why should I return the favor?" Both of his hands rest on your shoulders, leaning down so his chin rests on the top of your head. "Please don't shut me out for my past." His eyes fall closed as he dips his head so his nose can nuzzle into your hair. "Please," your name is whispered and you can't help but fold.

You flush and focus on him through the mirror across the way. "You don't have to stop seeing other people. We're not-," you stop when his head turns to meet yours, his eyes claiming your own.

"Legs, my focus needs to be on you." His hands move over you, one down your arm and the other over your shoulder, his touch removing any ounce of pain from before. "You are my priority."

"I'm just saying that-,"

"I know, baby. I know." He leans down and places a soft kiss to the top of your head. "We're fine." He smiles into your hair as you flush and dip your head down slightly. "I'm all yours, Legs. Whenever you're ready."

Nodding your head a couple of times, you let go of the jealousy to get lost in the way his hands seem to warm you from the inside out. It's been like this since the first time he touched you. A gentle warmth that comes from his fingers that has nothing to do with how warm he always is.

A comfortable silence falls between you as his thumbs start slow drags over a muscle that usually makes you wince and pull away. This time it's only moments before you feel it release. The relief is instant and your body melts into his with a moan as tears come to your eyes.

"Changbin," you slowly rotate and smile when there is no burning pain as you do so. "Fuck, Bin."

Your soft, pleasured moan of his name makes him lose a little bit of his control. He shifts a bit feeling his shorts starting to tighten. As his thumbs trace that muscle higher, you moan his name once again as your head falls to the side.

"You must have magic healing hands or something."

A deep chuckle rumbles behind you, "you are the first and only that I have done PT or restorative work on."

"You just made me sound like a car you're working on."

"No offense but you kind of are."

"Explain?"

"Would you be okay if my hands went lower?"

A flush comes to your face but you nod, "sure."

Turning his eyes to the mirror, he smirks and meets your eyes through the reflection. He watches the way your eyes dilate with just the idea of his hands on you.

"So, you have the beauty, grace, and curves," his hands leave your shoulders and glide down your sides, his thumbs digging into your waist line when he gets to the flare of your hips. As he reaches lower to slide his hands over your thighs, his lip brushes your ear softly before he whispers, "but also the strength and danger of a classic muscle car."

You're panting softly, the heat from his words, from his hands, and from the tension that thickens between you both. His fingers grip and release the bare skin of your thigh, loving how your skin gave under his hold before sliding them back up and curling his arms around your waist.

Dropping his head to your neck, he allows himself a moment of weakness. Dragging his nose over where your scent is the strongest. As he inhales, your fingers trace over the lines of muscle on his arms, letting your eyes slide closed and relaxing against him.

And that is when the bond snaps for him.

A low groan leaves him and his hand comes up to cup the front of your neck, holding you against him as he nuzzles his nose into you. A low rumble going through his chest when he realizes you're not fighting him.

Instead you've submitted.

You tilted your head to allow him more access, only shifting to try to ease the ache that suddenly flared between your legs. You know that he is strong enough to take whatever he wants from you but the trust you have in the man behind you seems endless.

"Bin," your voice is light and breathless as your hand comes up to slide your fingers over the hand at your throat. Your eyes watch as the delicate, digits curl around the beautifully tanned, toned skin of his wrist. Just that size difference alone makes your stomach turn with excitement.

Slowly, his tongue swipes along your neck, a low sound coming from him. His fingers flex against your neck, but do not tighten in the slightest. Once more, your eyes fall shut as a soft moan leaves you.

He's smelled your arousal the moment it started to seep from your core but the more you shift, the more it permeates his senses. "Baby, you smell so fucking good."

It's his turn to shift and that is when you feel it. The rock hard line of his cock pressing into your upper back. Your other hand reaches out to grip his where it is gripping your hip but that hand quickly catches yours and pins it against you.

Little did you know, the feeling of your nails slowly tracing the lines of his fingers on your neck is driving Changbin insane. His eyes open and meet yours in the mirror, not noticing that his wolf eyes are showing.

Pale green, the color of jade, shine back at you instead of his milk chocolate orbs. You stare at each other and he can feel when your arousal slowly starts to seep into fear. His eyes fall closed and when he reopens them, his human eyes are back. It's at that moment the sun shifts as well.

It was just a trick of the light.

"Changbin?"

"Yes, baby?"

Without a word, you're moving and his hands come away from you. Now kneeling between his legs, your hands reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. "Please?"

At your soft plea, Changbin's hands gently cup your face and he lets you get used to him in your space. Your fingers slip into the short black hair at the back of his head, loving how soft the strands are. You tilt your face up so the softest of presses has your lips ghosting together.

That first press solidified something Changbin already knew. You were meant for him.

Shared moans bounce between you as the kiss immediately becomes something more than a first or second kiss. It's the kiss that tipped the scales of tension, leaning in favor of the desire you both feel for one another.

With the angle, it's easy for Changbin to claim control of the kiss and slip his tongue in to taste yours. Getting more of you to fill his senses is making him dizzy. He's only fantasized of feeling this with anyone else.

A human is his mate and she is taking him apart and holding his pieces in her hands. A human who has no idea what to do with a werewolf, let alone one who is on the brink of his rut. You're holding him in your hands and you have no idea who he is.

What he is.

"Thank you so much for agreeing to meet me for lunch." A warm smile spreads across the lips of Chris's wife as she gets herself situated in the chair across from you.

"It's not a problem. You've been a huge help with my exposure therapy, it's the least I could do."

"Well, after Changbin mentioned you've been spending more time outside and wanting to go on longer walks, I thought it might be a good idea to have it done right this time."

You smile widely at the young woman across from you, a small flush coming to your cheeks. "I can't thank you enough."

"You make Changbin happy which makes my husband happy. That's all I could ask for."

You flush deeper and reach for your water in order to give yourself something to do.

After the orders were placed and the meals the delivered, talk turned from the day to day catch up of girlfriends back to the boys.

You had just swallowed a bite of your chicken salad, which you totally teased Changbin with before you tore into it, and tapped your fingers on the water glass before you finally asked something that weighted heavy on your mind.

"How many women does Changbin usually hang out with on the regular?"

Chris's wife stills with the bite of her baked potato half to her mouth before setting her fork down. She huffs a small laugh as she wipes her mouth with her napkin. "I take it Gina is still bothering him?"

"Gina and about five other women." The venom is evident in your voice as you think back to just as recent as last night.

He had just walked in the door after a longer shift at the gym. He had a key now, something you gifted him with only a few days ago. "Legs?"

You smile around the fruit you were snacking on, pushing away from the counter before heading to meet him in the hall. "Hi Binnie."

Just as you turn the corner out of the kitchen, he's there and instantly his arms are around you. "Hi, baby."

His scent wraps around you, leaving you dizzy. The musky scent of his sweat that always clings to him after a work day, mixed with the smell of summer rain that you now associate with Changbin. Your eyes slip closed as his warmth starts to replace some of the cold stiffness your day left you with.

"Bin," his name leaves your lips in a soft whisper as his hands slide over your waist. His head is tucked into your neck as he leaves soft kisses over the smooth expanse of skin where your scent is strongest.

"Hmm?" The sound rumbles through his chest, not bothering to lift his head. His hands slide up your back, pulling you closer to him. "Fuck, you feel so good in my arms." His voice is rough but everything else about him is gentle.

The feeling of your softness giving under his hold just makes him want to cling to you even tighter. He feels his control slowly slipping but he finds that he is starting to not care. Pulling his lips from your neck, his eyes lift to meet yours.

The hand that was in his hair moves to cup his cheek, your thumb sliding over it in a soft caress before you lean in to press your lips to his. Before you even get the chance to feel their warmth, his phone rings.

Twice. Goes silent and then starts to ring again. Just like it had every night that he has been with you. Someone else is calling him.

Sighing heavily, you remove yourself from his arms and he watches you deflate some. "Baby, please," he reaches for you, "let me explain it."

You shake your head already heading down the hall away from him. "I'll see you tomorrow, Changbin."

"I'm not sure what he has told you but I don't want to be the one to share his secrets either." The woman across from you spins the drink cup in front of her. "What all has he told you? I can see if I can navigate from there."

"He had a lot of situationships or friends with benefits before I was in the hospital. Then after I got out, he cut ties and ended them all."

She gives you a nod, "that much is true. You were sleeping when he asked Chris to pass his messages along to help get the point across."

You nod slowly, watching as your fingers turn your water glass slowly. "I let him in and I can't lose him. Not again." Your voice wavers and you close your eyes, swallowing the pain that formed in your throat.

"Do you trust him?"

"With my entire being."

"Then you have nothing to worry about." She smiles warmly at you. "Chris and his friends were a bunch of bachelors for a long time, most of them still are and might always be. They did what attractive single men do, they fucked around."

"I don't care about his past." You feel that and your eyes meet hers to get the point across. "What I do I care that it keeps interrupting our present and maybe preventing our future."

She nods and reach forward, taking your hand and giving it a soft squeeze, "I know that Chris is taking him and Jisung to see Felix and Jeongin later, maybe they can help him get it all sorted."

You scoff softly but return the gentle pressure around your fingers, "Daddy Chris to the rescue again."

His wife laughs and shakes her head, "he would hate to hear you call him that."

"Oh god," you roll your eyes and smile. "

She leans forward, her voice dropping to a whisper, "he prefers alpha."

Not one to shame, you do feel your eyebrow raise before you can stop it. "Really?"

The young woman releases your hand and leans back in her chair once again, a knowing smirk on her lips. You can see why Chris was so taken with her, that look alone would have had you on your knees. "Try it on Changbin. It seems to be a thing with their friend group."

Your face heats and your wave your hands in front of you, "we're not-, we don't-"

"What did you do to my girl you menace?" The voice rumbles behind you moments before his hands slide over your shoulders. "I could see her ears from the hostess stand."

Chris walks around the table and cups his wife's jaw before he leans down and whispers something in her ear that makes her flush. He kisses her deeply, making your cheeks flame hotter as you duck your head.

Shifting around, Changbin moves to knee beside your chair, scooting in so you're no longer facing the couple who think they are the only two in the room.

Looking down to Changbin, you can't help but smile, "what are you doing here?"

Gently one hand comes to cup your cheek, his eyes taking in the flush that is still on your cheeks and the wicked sparkle in your eyes. Your lips are puffy and dark from where you have bitten them to keep your laughter at a minimum.

"You are so fucking beautiful," your name leaves him as if he were praying. Nothing but devotion and affection. "My baby."

The flush on your cheeks deepen and the pain in your throat returns as tears fill your eyes. The emotion that you feel coming from Changbin would knock you to your knees if you weren't already sitting. "Binnie," you offer a small, watery smile before running your fingers through his hair, ducking your face down onto his shoulder.

"Hi, my baby," you hear the smile as one of his hands moves over your back. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"You make me feel safe, Bin. Wanted. That's all." You whisper against his skin but the effect on him is instant.

In the middle of the brunch spot, on his knee with his mate tucked into his neck, Changbin finally feels like everything is in place. He has to grind his teeth to keep from saying those special three words.

Three words he knows he does not deserve to say to you.

"What are you doing here?" Your voice brings him from his thoughts and he pulls back slightly so he can see you.

"He's here to get his trouble maker of a wife so I thought I could pick you up." His smile is warm as he takes you in. "Are you up for a small walk?"

"Of course!" Your voice is higher pitched than usual and you both stand, not glancing at the couple still clearly lost in one another. "Should we stop them?"

Changbin shrugs but grabs your napkin and tosses it at his friend, "get a room, asshole." He then pulls his wallet out and drops some bills on the table before dropping it back into his pocket and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Come on, Beautiful."

"Bin, I was going to pay." You follow as he steers you out of the restaurant, the giggle and low chuckle of your friends still at the table making your heart skip. "Do you think you'll ever have what they do?"

Without acknowledging your first comment, Changbin stops out front of the small cafe and replaces his sunglasses over his eyes before he looks down at you. "I do."

"They're like, meant to be it seems like."

"Something like fate put them together." Changbin moves some stray hairs from your face, loving how your hair shines in the sun.

"Did you find your fated partner?" You look up at him, seeing passed the dark lenses, your heart squeezing when you see the look in his eyes. It's the same look from moments before. "What?"

"I'm looking at her." He cups your face softly and before you can fully process what he has said, Changbin leans down and presses his lips to yours.

Slowly, your brain catches up and your arms circle around his neck, returning the kiss. The hand not gently caressing your cheek slides slowly across your lower back to curl around the curve of your waist before he pulls you closer, lifting you to your tiptoes.

A low whistle sounds from behind Changbin and you already know it's Chris. A soft shushing sound follows from his wife but the moment is broken, you remember you're on the middle of a sidewalk. Breaking away from the kiss, you duck your head into Changbin's neck, burrowing your face there.

"Get a room, asshole." Chris laughs as he walks by before patting Changbin on the back and and then you on the top of the head. "See you in the morning. Try not to keep my guy up too long, Legs."

Changbin curses at his friend and waves him off before somehow lifting your face from his neck. "Ready for that walk?"

"Can we go to the Forest?"

Freezing for a moment, it's his turn to let his brain process what you just asked of him. "As in Horizon?"

"Yes."

"Like right now?"

"Yes."

"Are you positive?"

"Just a quick walk. I want to at least see if having you with me helps."

He smiles softly and is tempted to tell you no. The full moon is the day after tomorrow and already his pack is heading too the area but he knows that there are other packs gathering in their respective sectors as well. Including the she-wolves that everyone but he and Chris will be visiting. Changbin knows this is a terrible idea but regardless, he finds himself nodding.

"Okay, let's go to Horizon."

It takes you two hours to convince yourself to get out of the black Jeep. Your knuckles have gone from white to creaking back to white. When you first arrived you were gripping the seatbelt that crossed your chest so tightly Changbin has to gently caress your hands and pepper them with soft kisses before you finally released that hold.

He undid the buckle for you and slide closer; not all the way into your space but close enough that you felt his warmth. You turned and opened the passenger door but froze with your hand gripping the headrest. Changbin's hands were on your shoulder, just rubbing in small soothing circles he knows you like, hating how he can hear the frantic beating of your heart and the way your knuckles are grinding under your hold on his car.

"Legs," he starts but you're quick to shake your head. "Okay."

Instead, you reach back and tug on him. His heart soars knowing you want him closer. Closing the small amount of distance between you, one of his hands slips down to curl around your waist. You try to ignore the way his touch ignites something within you but the longer you're pressed back into the solid wall of muscle that is Seo Changbin, the faster your heart beats.

"Binnie," you start but stop with your voice catches.

Gentle lips find your temple and his thumb slips under the shirt to gently draw circles on your skin. Goosebumps erupt over you and you fight the urge to shiver, not wanting him to stop. Your soft sigh as you relax more brings a slow grin to Changbin's face. He knew the moment he started effecting you and it makes him drunk on the idea of you below him.

A low growl rumbles through him as he pictures it; your soft waist and full breasts pliant under his hands with your legs curled tightly around his waist as his cock pumps in and out of you, the only human he's ever wanted. "Fuck you smell so good."

Changbin didn't mean to use his attraction to you as a distraction but it worked. Your body has relaxed into his. A soft sound comes from you and within seconds Changbin has pulled you against him. One of his arms curl around your waist but the other comes up to cup your jaw.

Turning your head, his lips meet yours in a slow kiss that makes your toes curl and your thighs clench together. His movements started slow and almost light enough that you would just write it off as him shifting in the confined space, but then you feel it. The low growl from his chest about the same time you feel the hard length of him against your lower back.

You two kiss in this position so long it almost hurts when you pull away to turn and crawl into his lap. It's when he registers your thighs straddling his hips that Changbin's grip on himself slowly starts to fray.

You kiss each other like you're starving and you cling to one another like you're life-rafts in a hurricane. Hips roll and names are whimpered as the heat only builds between you both, burning you from within and Changbin is the only way to put it out.

His fingers gently tilt your head to the side so he can bury his nose in your neck. You're panting softly from the kiss, the fingers from on of your hands curled into his brown locks, holding him to you.

One of his hand is in your hair and the other is on your hip, guiding you to roll against the rigid line of his cock. You can't tell much through the clothes but you can tell he's thick and as he tilts your hips so your clit slides along him, you're eyes roll with his name leaving your lips, "fuck yes".

He smirks against your skin as he moves with you, doubling the friction between you. Low growls leave him as his teeth and tongue graze over your neck and shoulder. When your breaths start to come in short bursts, your head feeling light and a little dizzy, you know you should stop but with the way he's lighting your body up in ways you haven't felt in a long time, you can't bring yourself to.

"Bin, I need- oh god, Changbin please,"

Upon hearing his name fall from your lips in the breathless whimper, his firm grip on his wolf snapped. One moment it was just gentle hands and kisses, the next you're alone in the Jeep panting heavily.

Putting your hands onto your chest, you feel the way your heart races but also feel how much you're shaking. It has been a long time since someone made you so lost in lust, you almost have a hard time calming yourself. The memories of his lips, his hands all coming back.

Eventually, you're able to open the Jeep door and slide out onto unsteady legs. Your grip on the handle enough to snap it off, you feel his warmth behind you before anything else.

Then the scent registers and it's not Changbin.

It's not the leather and rain that you have gotten used to. It's a rotten almost decayed sweetness that has you gasping before you turn.

"Hello, love." The smirk of the blonde behind you makes your stomach lurch.

"Yellow eyes."

"No, love. Please don't tell me you had forgotten me already."

"Eric."

"Did you miss me?"

"You left me."

"I did. And fuck it was a bad idea. I'm so sorry, love." His had comes up and rests on your shoulder, the one that was injured. "Had I know you would have gotten involved in the Bahng pack, I wouldn't have left you."

The moment his hand touched your shoulder, there was nothing but ice shards through your veins. The feeling of your shoulder ripping once again making your knees buckle before crashing down hard onto the pavement.

"Oh love, it's okay. They left you." You hear rocks shifting before Eric is kneeling in front of you. "I can tell someone has tried to lay a mating claim on you."

"Changbin will be back."

"Do you mean the sand wolf that took off into the forest? Oh love? You don't know who he is? Seo Changbin is a slut. Trying to spread his seed as far and as wide as he can. Unfortunately for him, it's never taken."

"What are you talking about Eric?"

"He didn't tell you?" His chuckle at your naivety makes you're blood run cold. "Love, we're werewolves. In fact," fingers trace down your scars. "I gave you these. I claimed you first."

Those are not his fingers. Cold freezes your heart and the pain that radiates through your shoulder is enough to turn your stomach.

"Scratches aren't what works a claim. It's all about the bite." You have no time to move before his teeth have clamped down into your skin.

Your scream shakes the trees and sends countless flocks of birds from their branches. It's that scream that freezes Changbin on his run back to you.

"You fucking left her?!" Han's voice comes through his mind as Changbin races through the forest back to you. "God you're such a fucking idiot, Changbin!"

"Now is not the time, Jisung." Chris's voice is calm but he can feel the disappointment at the edges. "Hurry Changbin. We'll meet you there."

He gets back to you so fast, Changbin has no time to change forms. He knocks into the man who is on your fighting form, ripping his teeth from you.

"Hold on Legs, just hold on."

You collapse, your eyes open as you watch one blonde wolf fight and snarl against a sandy coated smaller wolf. The wolf is smaller but bulkier, stronger than the lean blonde one. Your eyes fall shut as a green truck pulls up and the bare feet of two men arrive.

A male voice cuts through the haze in your mind and you feel a cold, wet cloth pressed to your shoulder. The searing pain from the bite as you fight against it. "Please, no!"

"It's okay, it's just me." The feminine voice is one you recognize so you relax some. "Jisung is here too."

"Hey, you're going to be okay. Just hold on." His soft voice wobbles some as you feel him picking gravel from your hair.

"Give her back!" A voice that sounds like Eric but also sounds too animalistic for your ears sounds from behind you. There is a shuffle and you're pulled closer to someone, not being allow to turn. A snarl and grunts as men fight behind you.

"You marked another wolf's mate!" This voice isn't new but the tone is. Chris. His own voice sounding too rough to be him.

"There are no mate marks and she was left alone.!" The sounds of struggling continue. "You have to give her over, she will die! " He shoves his alpha and snarls, his features starting to shift.

"She's my fucking mate and I'll kill you for this!" That voice you recognize. You would know it anywhere there any different changer app.

"Bin?" You shiver in the arms that cage you. More grunts and feet sliding on the gravel. The warmth of the arms and the gentle wind slowly cooling the fire in your veins.

"I'm here, Legs." His fingers gently probes the area around the mark, making you gasp but not in pain. His touch helping to ease the discomfort. With care and slow, small movements you are in his arms. Tears flow freely now but you just let yourself get lost in the emotion.

"Binnie. Is he okay?" You remember you came here with him. You're at Horizon Forest, you came here to walk a bit.

"Is who okay?"

"The pretty sand wolf."

A howl rips through the afternoon and it's like ice pours over you. An answering snarl sounds and you're frozen in his arms.

"He's fine."

"Binnie, I'm scared."

"I know my baby, I know.

Another howl rips through the forest and you turn your head but the blinding pain in your shoulder is too much and you feel the way your brain fogs, your hearing fizzles, and your vision darkens. As quickly as it happens, you're pulled under into darkness.

"She's burning up."

"The incomplete mate mark will make her sick."

"Could it really kill her?"

"Wait, what?"

"What does he mean it could kill her?"

"If incomplete, the fever will lead to insanity, and that never ends well."

"I can't believe he presented as an alpha after all this time."

"With the threats in the Forest and that fact that he's found his mate, I'm not surprised."

"Is he going to tell her?"

"He has to. We don't know what the other wolf said to her but I'm sure he told her something."

The door at the end of the hall opens and Changbin strolls in. He's showered but his eyes are jade green, his wolf eyes, and wild.

"Whoa there, killer." Jisung jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

"Shut up, Han." Changbin stops beside where his alpha and the pack healer are sitting. "How is she?"

"You know her condition. You also know what has to be done." Chris exhales and puts his hand on Changbin's shoulder. "Minho will handle the rest. You go help your mate."

"If she accepts to let you be her mate, we can move on from there but she has to know the truth before I can move forward. Her mind has blocked the magic so to her it is just and infection. You come clean and she accepts you, then we can save her."

Changbin nods and claps a hand to the back of Felix and Han's necks. "Thank you."

"Binnie?"

Instantly the chatter falls silent as you push yourself into a seated position. The room is chilled but empty except for the small futon, a nightstand with some food and water. You thought you heard voices but when no one answers you, you sigh softly and go to lay back down.

Just as you're about to cover up, the door cracks open and you feel him before you see him. Tears come to your eyes as you watch Changbin cross the threshold and close the door behind him.

He crosses the space and kneels beside the bed, taking your hand in his. "Hi, Legs."

"What's going on?"

Chris walks into the room and it's like a signal in your brain is telling you that he is here for Changbin. Without know why or questioning it, you're off the bed and in his lap, arms and legs are wrapped tightly around him. His eyes widen but his arms come around you, one securing you to him around your waist and the other across your upper back before letting his fingers settle into the mess that is your hair.

"Don't take him."

"Why would I take him front you?" Chris's voice is soft as he sits on the edge of the bed, trying to seem less of a threat.

"He hurt Eric." Hearing the other wolf's name leave your lips, Changbin grips your harder and you hear his growl.

"I'm not taking him from you. How do you feel?"

"Chris, she's dying." The way his voice breaks, you notice how his whole body trembles below yours. It's so different from the way he was growling at his pack alpha moments before.

"I know,. Felix will stay."

"Chris, come on baby. Let him handle this."

It's silent for a long moment and Chris takes in the sight before him. Changbin still on his knees with your clinging to him. The ruined mark a blackened mess on your shoulder, veins spreading down to your scars.

"The infection is progressed, Changbin. You need to do this fast. For her sake and for yours."

"Thank you, Chris. Thank you."

"I hope she accepts." With that, he leaves and pulls the door closed behind him.

The wet, shuddering breath that leaves Changbin shakes you and in return you feel yourself shiver. "Binnie, it hurts."

"I know, baby. I know and I'm so sorry."

"What happened?"

"Are you okay to lay down or do you want to stay like this? Because I feel like you might want some space when I tell you."

Slowly, you separate from Changbin and he helps you into a seated position on the bed. After making sure the pillows are propped up and you're as comfortable as possible, he stretches out at the foot of the bed.

"Have you noticed anything different about any of us? Me, Chris, Han, or Felix?"

Leaning back into the pile of pillows, you tilt your head to the side, "different how?"

He gives a shrug at your question, "just anything."

"I think it's weird how you all disappear for the same time, at the same time, to the same place, and return at the same time." You watch him nod in acknowledgement before you continue. "You called him Alpha. Han has called him that before."

"Why am I not surprised?" His milk chocolate eyes have laughter in them as they meet yours.

"What does it mean?"

Changbin takes a deep breath and looks down at his hands, "we're werewolves." When his gaze meets yours once again through his bangs, his eyes have shifted. You're met with a stunning shade of pale, jade green. "The eight of us, are a pack."

You freeze, your heart stopping and your stomach climbing into your throat. "I'm going to throw up." With no mind of the pain on your shoulder, you're out of bed and through the door on the en-suite, crashing so hard to the tile your knees crack.

Changbin cries out your name and hurries after you, gathering your hair just before you start to empty the small amount of substance you have in you. He rubs your back, biting back a smile when he feels you relax under his touch instead of recoil.

He lets you get it out and when you reach up to flush, he's up to get a wet cloth and some water for you. With your back to the tub, you look up at him, not seeing any piece of the creature that attacked you but seeing every part of the man who helped piece you back together over the last several months.

"You didn't do this."

He shakes his head and squats down in front of you, handing you the wet cloth, "no. Minho found a pack of rogues and believes that they were behind your attack and a few others. You work with Han so when you came back and told him what happened, he knew you were another of their victims."

Nodding slowly, you sip the water he hands you and moves the wet rag to rest over the burning wound on your shoulder. "So, when he suggested I come to you for work outs?"

"It was simply because he works out with me and knows I'm really good at what I do. Legs, I love Han like a brother but I promise he only did it for therapy reasons. He's not some match maker."

You nod, believing him. The space falls silent and remains that way for a long time until your shoulder throbs and you feel yourself wince. Slowly, with Changbin's help, you get to your feet and face away from the mirror before removing the cloth from your shoulder.

A soft gasp leaves you at the new mangled mess that is your skin, "Oh god."

"I'm so sorry."

"This is going to be what kills me?"

"Not unless you let me help you."

"How?"

"It is very rare but it is said that every wolf has a mate. Chris found his in his wife. I found mine in you." His face flushes and he shyly looks up at you. "I wanted to tell you so many different times but I always chickened out."

"Bin, that doesn't answer the question."

He tries not to get caught up in the fact that you called him by one of his nicknames and that you're not screaming at him but the longer you look up at him with your beautiful eyes, still so open to him, the harder he has to focus on actually talking.

"Once a mating bond is accepted, the mark is given. Since you are human, you can only receive the mark. The other wolf bit you and it tried to trigger a mating bond but it was stopped before completion."

"How could he have marked me if he wasn't my mate?"

"That is what the infection is. The rejected mark is rancid since it was not given by your true mate. Accepted or not."

"What if I don't want this?"

"Then I convince Felix to save you and we move on, on your terms."

"Oh." Your eyes turn to the mark on your back before you turn to look at him. "You're the sand colored wolf."

Slowly, he nods and you see tears come to his lashes. "I should have told you before or had better control. I'm so fucking sorry."

"Well, fix it and then you can keep being sorry. Maybe I'll let you make it up to me."

His eyes widen and he comes to stand directly in front of you, "fix it? Does that mean-?"

"I fell in love with you months ago, Bin. When I left your gym before I reinjured myself. All you had to was ask and I'd have been yours."

"That was almost a year ago."

You nod, "like I said, months."

"Legs, my baby," His eyes water once again before he nods, "I love you too." His hands cup your face softly. "You have no idea what this means to me."

Faintly you hear your name whispered against your lips before he kisses you. It's gentle and so full of warmth that you whimper softly, your good arm coming around and wrapping around his neck. Slowly, you disconnect the kiss and allow your foreheads to rest against one another. "Mark me."

He nuzzles his nose to yours and you feel the moment change as his hands pull you closer and the kisses placed across your face and your neck start to press harder, hold longer, his tongue sliding over the skin slowly. When his hands reach the ruined mark, he stops before making contact. "You can choose where the real mark will be."

"You can't do it there?"

After a moment, he nods as he allows his hands to slip down over your hips, cupping your ass and massaging softly. "I could but Felix would have to pull the infection from you first. Postpone the whole thing." He presses closer and you feel the hard line of him against your hip.

"I want the mark here, Binnie. Give me your bite over my scars. Please, baby. Rewrite all the bad."

"Of course, my baby. I would be honored."

"Thank you," it comes out a bit breathier than intended due to the way he's pressed you into the counter and slotted himself between your legs.

He watches the way your legs wrap around his waist. The image is almost everything he had hoped for. Next is to get them bare and to have his cock pumping in and out of you. Changbin growls and it is a low, feral sound that has you arching against him. His hands follow the curve of your spine up to brace your shoulders, the heat from his hand only soothing the pain, not causing it to flare. Holding him tighter to you allows you to grind against him, finally feeling him against you. "Binnie, oh god-,"

The throbbing of your shoulder against his hand quickly sobers Changbin back into the moment. "Fuck, baby." He kisses over your throat and up your jaw. "Let me get Felix. I don't want to cause you more pain."

"Changbin, the only pain I feel right now is between my legs."

Instantly his face turns pink and he whines. Actually whines before extracting himself from your grip. "I'm so sorry, Legs. We have to do this now."

"Then hurry, please. I've thought of this moment, Bin you have no idea how badly I wanted you. Wanted this. Wanted us."

At a loss for words, Changbin slips a hand to the back of your neck and pulls you down into a kiss that makes your toes curl. His tongue rolls against you in ways that only make you image it elsewhere on your body. It's slow and under his full control as his hand moves from the back of your neck to the front. He cups softly, just holding as he slowly pulls away, smirking as you chase his lips.

"I'm yours, Legs. For the rest of our lives. You're going to be worshiped and then get split open every fucking night. I have fucked my fist one too many times wishing it was you and once you have my mark on your neck, I don't know if I can stop myself."

You whimper and attempt to squeeze your thighs together but with him between them, all you can do it rock your hips against his. "Yes, baby, please."

"Soon my love," he places a soft kiss to your chin before he grips your thighs and carries you to the bedroom and lays you down. "First we have to get the infection from the ruin out. Then I'm taking you home."

"Felix, I'm going to need your help!" Threading your fingers through his hair, you pull him down into a kiss that leaves him breathless.

Your screams into the pillow are not the screams Changbin wishes he was hearing. You're body is stretched out on the dining room table Felix slowly but methodically pushing the rot from the ruined mark off your shoulder. Each pass the healer makes, the more you scream and attempt to thrash in the pack's hold.

Changbin is at your head, whispering words of praise an encouragement while Chris and Jisung hold your arms down. Chris's wife is placed on your calves to keep you from kicking back at the guys after you managed to get Jisung in the ribs. You hear Chris chuckle as he watches her struggle to keep your strong legs pinned to the table.

"Keep laughing, Christopher. I'll let her get you next."

"I knew she was strong but goddamn."

"I'm about 97% done. The worst part is this last little bit so just hold out a little longer." Felix voice is calm as he wipes more of the black ruin and blood from your skin. "Changbin, you might feel it too but it's just her pain in your bond."

Changbin nods, the color drained from his face. "I've felt it for the last few minutes, Yongbok. Just keep going." He dips his head back down to it'd position in the crook of your neck. His soft whispered "I love you", being the last thing you remember as a white hot liquid pain shoots through you and that is when your body takes mercy on you.

Hours later, you're eyes open to the pale moonlight coming through the open blinds, a soft breeze seeping through the cracked window. The bed is covered in the softest cotton you have ever felt, a heavy blanket pulled over you. Slowly, you sit up and allow the rest of your senses to you. A small smile comes to your lips when you realize you're in Changbin's room, his soft snoring coming from beside you.

Turning, you see him on his stomach, both arms under his pillow. Biting your bottom lip, you reach behind the bed and tug the blinds slightly until his gorgeous skin is bathed in the soft moonlight. Your eyes take in the muscles that cover his back, drinking in the sight of your man for the first time. Slowly, you reach out and allow your finger tip to trace the bumps and dips of his spine.

He shifts and you freeze, taking your hand off of him. As he moves, you notice the way his biceps flex and release, the strength in those arms alone enough to make you-

"Legs?" Instantly a flush comes to your face as you slowly move your eyes up to meet the molten chocolate ones of Changbin. "Hello, my baby." His voice is rough with sleep but his smile is bright. "How do you feel?"

Instead of verbally answering him, you manage to get yourself under his arm. He just huffs a chuckle and adjusts to his side and pulls you close. He adjusts the blanket over the two of you and that is when he notices, you're aroused. A low groan leaves him, "fuck me, Legs," he flops onto his back and lays an arm over his eyes. It's not out of annoyance and you know that. It's because he's barely been holding on since he laid down beside you only a couple hours ago.

"I'm sorry but you smell so good and Bin, I remembered what you told me." Slowly, trying not to startle him, you shift onto his lap. Your knees bracket his hips and as you settle, you rock against his rapidly growing erection that is pressing into his shorts.

Knowing he is going to regret it, he removes his arm from his eyes and looks up at you. "And what is that?" He reaches up and runs his fingers through your hair, holding it out of your face. Changbin smirks as he watches your pupils expand, your hands sliding over the solid muscle of his pectorals.

"Earlier, you said something," You shift again, feeling the thick, rigid line of him. "I want you to mark me and then I want you to split me open on your cock."

Changbin groans and you watch the fight cross over his features as he fully takes in what you have said. "Legs, baby, you can't just- oh fuck, baby, don't."

While your hips grind against his, you've leaned down and started to kiss over his jaw before following the line of his neck. When you get to where the pulse point is, your teeth graze softly. Changbin's hands grip your hips and instead of stilling you like you thought he would, he flips you.

As soon as you register that you're on your stomach, Changbin straddles your hips and slides his hands up your back, pushing the shirt you were wearing as he goes. "Are you sure?" He leans down and kisses over the bare expanse of your shoulder now fully healed, the scars from your attack all that remains. "We don't have to do this. "

You moan as his lips touch your skin and you automatically press back. "Yes, Changbin. Please give it to me."

Changbin growls lowly and he slides one hand around to cup your jaw softly so he can tilt your head up some. Across the room, your eyes meet his in the mirror. What you see reflected in the image takes your breath away.

His wolf's beautiful jade green eyes have replaced the melted chocolate of his usual irises. Soon, you see a beautiful tan wolf flash in the image and you know that is Changbin. "Mark me," you meet his eyes once more through the mirror, "alpha."

A growl leaves him and his nose snaps down into your neck, kisses and soft grazes of his teeth across the skin leave you writhing and panting beneath him. The hand on your jaw has released its hold to travel down your side, taking in the way you dip and curve in all the right places.

His lips on your shoulder are soft but his grip on your hip is anything but soft as he pulls you to rock against him. "Marked and then split open? Is that what my girl wants?" His teeth graze the spot he is planning to bite and it's like you stuck a fork in an electrical socket.

The electric shock that passed through you causes a moan of his name to leave your lips. "Yes, oh fuck yes, please touch me."

Within the next breath his hand has slipped between you and the bed, expertly finding your soaked panties. A smirk against your shoulder as his teeth nibble on the skin leave you rocking against his hand, begging with broken sobs.

"Yes, cum for me, Legs and I'll leave my bite on you." His fingers tease your clit through the ruined fabric.

"Changbin, please," you beg and try to move but all you can do is hump against his fingers as they slowly circle your clit. The jolts that move through you each time his teeth slide over your scars sends you higher and higher but still unable to tip over.

It's when you get the first skin on skin rotation of his fingers do you finally hit your climax. Moaning loudly, your head falls forward as the warmth of your releases slides through your veins, relaxing you.

Changbin feels you relax in his arms and he places one kiss to your skin with a whispered "I love you" before he sinks teeth into the agreed spot for your mark.

He had prepared you for what the true mark would feel like now that you had accepted the bond; ecstasy. His DNA will flow through you and bond with the most fundamental pieces of you, making him even more in tune with your needs, your desires. You also get a benefit of feeling some of of the same from him.

You were also informed of the difference in his anatomy now; including the newest discovery to Changbin himself, a knot at the end of his shaft that will swell the closer to he gets to climax and once it's accepted into your body, will lock you both together for a period of time after he climaxes.

There were so many more questions but at the time you were starting to feel drowsy from the medicine you had been given while waiting for Felix to start the extraction and were having a hard time keeping your eyes open.

The warmth from Changbin's bite slowly dies from an all consuming fire into a throbbing warmth that pools between your hips and you rock yourself back against him. A low growls leaves the man behind you as he rolls himself down into your ass. His hand that was still in your panties slowly moves away and goes back to your jaw.

At his signals, your eyes turn up to see his in the mirror, still fully jade green but you also get another flash of the tan wolf standing in his place. Sliding your hand over the muscled forearm, your fingers curl around his wrist and hold him in place making sure to keep eye contact before you tip your head forward then to the side more.

Your first true sign of submission.

Changbin can feel the ritual ending as you submit to him and it's all he can do to keep from cumming in his pants. Another low groan leaves him as he continues to rut ruthlessly against your ass now. The pain of his first knot growing at the base of his cock making him almost delirious with the need to cum.

Finally when he feel the his jaw release, his teeth are slowly removed from your skin and he licks over the wounds to heal them. You are his mate, your health and safety will always be his first priority. Once he is satisfied the mark is sealed, he's shifting and you're being flipped.

It's a whirlwind but you know this has been months in the making. The fire slowly building between you both in the hours spent at the gym and then at your home with his hands helping to mend your muscles back into place. The trust, the friendship that lead to kisses finally lead you here.

"Changbin, please," you slide your hands over his arms, gasping softly as you feel the heavy weight of his bare cock resting against your folds.

"Tell me what you want, baby." His eyes tilt up to yours before he gathers enough saliva that he lets it slowly drop down to your folds. His thumb braces his cock against your swollen lower lips as he slides against them, spreading the extra wetness over you.

"Fuck," your voice leaves you in a quick whisper as you reach down and slide your fingers over your clit, feeling how wet he's made you, with multiple resources. "Binnie, inside please." Your hips shift and you whimper softly at the heat of him against you.

Biting your bottom lip, on his next thrust against you, your gentle fingers guide the tip through your entrance. Almost instantly he is met with a tightness he has never known before but with gentle rocks of his hips and softer caresses he is able to sink deeper into you and when he looks down, he notices you're stretched almost beyond your means.

He pauses when you clench around him once again, "fuck, baby girl, I should have gone slower," his hips jerk forward unintentionally pushing more of his shaft into you.

You gasp but moan as you feel his shaft massage your stretched walls. "Feels good, Binnie. Keep going, please," his grip on you tightens the second you try to push yourself down onto his shaft. "I wanted to be split open."

"Fuck, I feel like I might actually do that." His fingers gently circle your clit, groaning as he watches you writhe on the bed below him, his name on your lips. "You sound so fucking good."

A gasp leaves you as you feel more of Changbin sink into your tight heat. "Baby, fuck, more please," you beg as you feel him slowly start to pull back, the simple movement against making your eyes roll into the back of your head as they fall closed. "Oh god yes, Bin!"

Fingers still teasing your clit, Changbin leans down and swirls his tongue around your nipple. The combination of stimuli loosens you and as he presses his shaft back into you, he manages to sink the rest of the way in. His groan against your skin as his hips finally meet yours makes you shiver and clench around him. Slowly grazing his teeth over the peaked bud, he pulls off and glances up at you through his bangs, eyes full jade green again.

"Mine." His voice is thick and not entirely his own as he grinds himself against you, moving his fingers from your clit to press your thigh open.

"Yours, Bin. All yours," the thick press of his cock against the deepest parts of you making your walls flutter as you adjust to him. Reaching down to cup his jaw, he follows your guidance and rests his forehead to yours as he continues to grind into.

Changbin's jade eyes fall closed as his hands leave your thighs and they shift to wrap fully around you, one hand bracketing your side and the other on a shoulder. "Such a good mate." His lips ghost yours as he whispers to you still keeping the slow grind, your essences coating his shaft and spreading down over your thighs to coat his as well.

You can feel his hesitation so you tilt your head and nuzzle your nose with his. You know what it symbolizes in wolf packs but his reaction was not what you would have expected. It is one way for wolves to show affection so as you wrap your arms around him, letting your nails trail down the thick corded muscle, and your legs around his waist, he whimpers.

The soft sound from his is the exact opposite of what his body does. After feeling you wrap around him, Changbin pulls back before thrusting quickly back into you to start a frantic pace. Once he's started Changbin's only goal is feel you cum on his cock and with the way your legs have you under him sends the thick tip of him directly into that spot only one of your toys can reach.

A scream leaves you as and you feel him smirk against you, "is that where my girl wants me?" His hand on your ribcage shifts down and rests on your lower back to help support and tilt your pelvis more.

This angle makes it a consistent hit with each of his thrusts into your soaked pussy, the sound of your bodies meeting bouncing off the walls with your pleas for more and his deep, primal growls.

Tightening your legs around him, your nails drag down his back as his thrusts hit harder now, sending you spiraling into your next orgasm. You scream his name as you feel the white hot pleasure rip through your veins, your back arching.

You don't realize it yet but the second your walls clamped down on Changbin's cock and you proceeded to squirt over his thighs and soak his bed. Feeling this ignites Changbin's own orgasm as he growls deeply and slams himself back to the hilt and groans your name while he fills you, the knot pulsing just outside of your entrance.

"My perfect mate," he growls your name against your jaw as he thrusts hard, riding his release out.

Slowly, you both come back to yourselves and you feel the wetness sitting below you and the heavy weight of Changbin still hard within you. Your inner walls flutter around his cock as you slide your hands up and down his back.

A low whine comes from the man between your legs, his hips rocking back into you, spreading more of your release, now mixed with his, down your thighs. "More, one more," he slowly pulls back and unwraps your legs from his waist.

Gently, he moves you onto your side with him laying behind you. From there he easily slips his cock back into you, groaning as you lower your leg back down onto the bed and push back so you take all of him in one go.

"Oh fuck yes," your sigh of pleasure flips a switch and very quickly one of his hands cups your throat and he snarls against your jaw. Tilting your head to the side, you submit and let your eyes close while his hips piston into you so hard you would scoot up the head if not for his hold. "That's it, fuck me alpha."

Changbin's groan is feral as his lips drag down your neck, teeth grazing and giving small nips. When his lips meet the heated skin of your mate mark, his teeth sink in again, smirking as he feels you clench around him once more.

"Oh god, Changbin!" Your hand grips his wrist, nails digging in as his hips smack against your at a slower pace but never losing the power behind them. You're breathless before his hand tightens on your throat and the stars you see have nothing to do with the lack of oxygen.

"Cum."

A simple, one word order and your body follows it flawlessly. You're screaming through the hold on your neck as you shiver and soak him through your third orgasm of the night.

"Changbin, alpha, fill me, please!" You're begging as soon as your voice returns to you. "Breed me,"

"Want my knot, my sweet mate?" His thrusts finally start to slow but you feel them getting deeper, stretching you in new ways.

"Yes, please," you're pressing back to get his cock deeper, wanting to feel him hitting your inner most walls. "Knot me, Changbin," you feel more of your arousal seeping from you.

Shifting back slight, Changbin spreads you enough to watch his cock move in and out of your swollen pussy. "Fuck, Legs, you're soaking my cock like you really want it." He teases before grinding his knot against your entrance.

"Changbin! Yes! Breed me, knot me, make me yours. Please!" Your begging ends in a soft sob as he pushes you to another climax, your overstimulated walls and clit throbbing but wanting more.

"That's my good girl," he smirks and pulls back slowly just to thrust back in, allowing his knot to finally start breaching your entrance.

Your moan is deep and unfiltered as you drop your head onto the bed, trying to breathe through the slight sting of being stretched once again. You feel the electric shock of pleasure again and that warmth pools between your hips as his knot slips passed your entrance and locks you both together.

As soon as he feels his knot breech your entrance, Changbin groans loudly as it pulses and swells to hold you together. Your name leaves him in a broken groan as his second climax slams into him and he fills you once again. "Fucking perfect taking my knot so goddamn well."

His one of his hands slips down and rests warmly above where your womb sits. Growls leave him as he rocks shallowly, as much as the knot allows, trying to get his seed as deep as possible into you. "Fuck, I love you so goddamn much." His voice softens and his lips trace the line of your shoulder, avoiding the mark.

A smile on your face, you reach up and card your fingers through his hair, "I love you too, Binnie."

Gently, Changbin moves so he's your big spoon and holds you close. "I'll run us a bath as soon as it goes down. Rest, baby girl. You'll need it."

"Me?" You smirk and feel your walls flutter around his shaft. "I'm riding you in the bath and then sucking the life out of you through your cock." He groans and his hips grind into you. "You rest, Changbin. You'll be the one to need it."

The air around you is warm as you sit in front the fire. This is the first solo camping session you have taken since your accident over a year ago now. After Changbin marked you as his mate, the Rogue pack of wolves seemed to quieted down. They were still out there, hunting the wild life instead of attacking humans but after several weeks of no sighting, you asked Changbin to take you into the forest.

It's dusk and you're walking hand in hand with Changbin though the visitor parking lot of Horizon Forest. The sights and the sounds all so familiar to you but you can still feel the small lingering fear that makes the hair stand on the back of your neck. You stop at the trail map and tilt your head to the side to take in some of the newer details.

Changbin can sense when the anxiety gets to be too heavy and right now you're mostly curious. His hand shifts from yours to find purchase on your hips. He nuzzles into your hair and places a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Anything interesting?"

"They cleared a new beginner trail." You reach out and trace the new dark blue line on the map.

He makes a low rumbling sound as he buries himself deeper into your neck, "you smell so good."

It's always like this now. Changbin finds excuses to touch you, even if it just a gentle graze of his fingers over your shoulders as he passes by. Allowing him in and letting him claim you has shown you so much more of the man you grew to love. He's playful and actually quite giggly. But his love for you is always so hot and the need to be near you constantly only grew.

Even in the gym, he is still your trainer but instead of paying for sessions on his schedule with money, you go between schedules and pay with kisses. Which he takes while you work out. More often than not while you're doing squats or sit ups.

Tonight, you wanted a walk instead of your usual work out so here you are, standing in front of the trail board, your boyfriend already twitching behind you. A warm smile comes to your lips as his hands grip a little harder and he presses closer. "Binnie, I have a serious question. You can maul me later."

Within moments, his hands have curled around your waist, his chin rests on your shoulder and you know you have his attention, "what's going on my love?"

"I want to do this." Your fingers slide over the trail once again. "I'm ready to go in."

It's been seven months since you're first hike with Changbin on that small trail. It took you all day but his smile and the tired feeling of conquering something that scared you made you return ever week since. Every couple of visits you would change trails and you would have new partners almost every time. Chris's wife would join you often until she found out she is pregnant with the pack's first pup and Chris has started nesting.

Changbin joins you every chance he can. If it's not Changbin, it's Han. The younger man has become so much more than your coworker; he's become your best friend, much to your boyfriend's disappointment.

The pout settles quickly onto Changbin's lips as you hug Jisung and you laugh at something he says. It's not jealousy. He's just protective and he knows that your scent is now mixed with his friend.

"Now you smell like him."

"Oh, poor Changbin." Jisung teases before hugging your tighter and rubbing his cheeks over your shoulder. The one opposite of your mate mark.

"Binnie," you pout when you notice his own on his lips.

"Jisung, you know better." Chris calls from his porch, arms crossed over his chest as he watches the eight of you file out of vehicles.

"It's so fun to tease him."

Changbin opens his arms when you turn his direction, smiling softly at you when you quickly step into them and nuzzle yourself into him, removing any trace of the other male.

"You smell better than him if that makes you feel better." Your voice is soft as you arms curl around his waist. "He kind of smells like wet dog."

"She said you smell like wet dog!" The second youngest, Seungmin laughs and points at Jisung who pouts.

Instantly Changbin's face lights up and he kisses the top of your head, "thank you, Legs. That does make me feel better."

When you started to come for your solo trips, you teased Changbin that he should visit you one night in his wolf form. You knew nothing would happen until after the peak of the full moon and he returned to his human form but you loved getting to watch him. Changbin's wolf was a beautiful tan with darker brown tufts of fur scattered through. The stunning jade eyes always locked on you when you were present. It took a couple of days but he finally agreed.

"Before we do anything though, you need to know what a rut actually is." Changbin swings a leg over his chair and sits down across from you at the patio table. The evening air is balmy but not terrible to the point of misery. You're curled on your chair with a book in your hand.

Closing the book, you look up and raise an eyebrow, "what?"

"The whole, you hiking into the forest alone and hanging out with wolf me before we fuck."

You roll your eyes but smile across the table at your boyfriend, "go on baby, explain to me."

"So, you know that they are usually a three day thing but we used to extend them around a weekend to make it a whole week?" He waits for you to nod before continuing. "So, the first day is mostly just wolves running around getting used to being in their skin again and fucking like crazy." He pauses before continuing. "Not fucking each other but you know."

"Yeah, that's what Jisung told me. He said it was like a crazy sex thing."

Changbin grumbles hearing his friend's name and frowns but shrugs one shoulder, "kind of but not really." He shifts forward and slides his fingers over your hand. "We get to lay around and have sex as much as we want during the day and then I run around with the guys in our wolves all night."

You feel your cheeks flush as his fingers slowly trace a path over your wrist. Goosebumps rising even in the warmth of the evening air. He smirks and watches you as he continues, "the next day we will still hang out in wolf form for a bit and can change back if we want to but I usually would stay a wolf since the night of the full moon is when the desire to breed is the strongest."

"Why would you stay a wolf? You had women."

"They weren't you." His eyes met yours and they flashed Jade showing you that not only the man meant the words but the wolf did as well. "I meant it, Legs. You were it for me. I was yours whenever you were ready to take me."

Your eyes fill with tears and your hand reaches out and grips his wrist. He smiles and holds your arm in his much larger hand, the warmth seeping through you, "I love you."

His smile knocks the stars and the moon from the sky before they even have the chance to shine. "I love you too, my sweet baby."

From there he explained that the final day the instinct is no longer as strong to breed so he worries less about hurting you. He thinks it would be okay for you to hike into the Forest. He would find you, spend the final hour or so in his wolf with you, and then once the hold released he wanted to take you under the stars.

"Aw, Bin that's really romantic." Your smile causes him to flush crimson from the tips of his ears to his collarbones.

A soft smile finds you once again as you remember the night he agreed to this. That patio set had to be replaced after it was broken.

You knew he was the only one in this area but when a twig snapped to your right, you still felt the drop in your stomach. The fear of the unknown always making you a little dizzy. You feel the tug in your chest towards the direction he is standing.

Slowly, you turn and when your eyes lock on the jade ones, you have to bite back a smile. Taking in his khaki colored coat spotted with darker brown, he slowly crosses the space into the light. Months ago you would have screamed and ran away, now you take in the sight of your boyfriend's wolf form and just admire the beauty.

"You're early."

The agreement was for him to return after the moon peaked, he still had a few hours left until the wolf gave up its claim. Instantly your heart rate spikes and you start thinking of all the bad that could have happened. "Changbin, is everyone okay?"

Slowly, the wolf walks closer and shakes its head and you frown. Standing, you cross the remaining distance but stop when Changbin brings himself closer, burying his giant wolf head in your stomach. Letting your hands rest on the scruff of his neck, you frown.

"Is it the pack?" A head shake. "A mate?" He growls lowly and you know something serious has happened. You kneel before him, meeting his wolf's eyes. "Is it Chris' wife?" A shake of the head and then a soft whine because he feels the pain in your heart when you do.

"Minho's mate." Your voice is soft and you feel tears come to your eyes. "Oh Bin."

Currently, in their wolf form all eight of them can share emotions and thoughts. With one of them losing a mate, it has to be heavy for them all to be feeling. You knew things were rough with Minho, his recently claimed mate, and her old pack: the Rogues, but Changbin kept you as far from it as he could.

"She'll be okay." Changbin only scoots himself closer before he finally lays down fully in front of you, showing you his neck.

Changbin, in wolf form, is submitting to you.

"Bin, baby, what's going on?"

His clear green eyes look at yours and all you can do is smile. He may be in his wolf form - a bulky tan wolf who is broader than he is tall - but you still see your boyfriend. Playful, affectionate, and always so attended to you.

"I'm okay, baby. I just missed you." Watching as Changbin crawls over and lays his heavy head in your lap. You smile when a small hum comes from the wolf. "Did you come to check on me?" He just nuzzles closer in response.

"What if they need you?" You feel your heart beat spike with anxiety. The idea of Changbin going into whatever lair the Rogue wolves have with Minho to get his mate, makes you sick.

A shake of his wolf head before he lets his eyes close. This is the last small bit of calm he will have before his rut ends and you both have to face what has happened with the pack.

Sighing softly, you lay back and rest a hand on the top of his head. The night is still young but with the danger in the woods, it makes sense why the pack's muscle is keeping close to his mate. "Okay, we can get some rest. Do you want to stay out here or go into the house?"

The pack houses, minus the cabin Chris has, are all in the same area of Horizon Forest. The men of the pack mostly gather the two or three days before their ruts take place to run around and be wolves before separating to handle the call of their genetics.

Right now you are the only mate here since Chris and his wife usually stick closer to their cabin. You planned on a quiet evening around the fire and then a small hike around midnight to see if you could find Changbin in the area but it's understandable why he is here instead.

Changbin huffs and adjusts so his warmth is pressed into your side and his giant head presses into your stomach. You smile as his eyes close, a small satisfied hum coming from him as you slip your fingers over the soft fur of his ears.

You didn't mean to fall asleep but when you're shaken by a cold chill, your eyes snap right open. The weight is off your stomach and you notice the warmth is missing from your side. What you do also notice is that you are not outside.

You're inside the small house Changbin claimed for you both, spread out on the bed that arrived earlier in the week. You spent the previous morning decorating and adding tiny pieces of home to the house so it stopped feeling like an AirB&B.

The sheets are the softest cotton, the same ones Changbin had in his apartment and the very same that you have on the bed you share in your apartment. With Changbin's body heat you don't need anything thicker than a quilt so the bed is currently only covered by the sheet.

"Binnie?" Your tired voice comes out breathier than you anticipated. Slowly you slide out of the bed, taking in the fact that you're in just one of Changbin's sleeveless shirts and your panties. Just as you round the bed, the bedroom door pushes open and your boyfriend stands there.

Shirtless, sweats low on his waist, a slight sheen on his skin from the exertion of the night. His hair is tousled and you can see the smirk on his face as he lower the water bottle from his lips. "Yes, Legs?"

"You weren't here." Your eyes meet his and something in them pull him across the room to you. "I'm also inside and I know we were outside."

His nose comes to nuzzle yours, "I felt the phase end so I shifted and carried you in." The water bottle gets set aside and his arms are wrapped securely around you and kisses are scattered over your jaw and down your neck.

Tilting your head back, you let out a soft sigh of pleasure as your fingers thread into his hair. "Binnie, is everyone okay?"

"She's back with Minho. Everyone is fine, Legs." He leans down and captures your lips. Your soft whimper has his arms tightens around you. You feel his groan more than your hear it as is vibrates through his chest.

Slowly his hands slip to your ass, cupping securely enough to lift you with such ease that you gasp and quickly wrap your legs around his waist. He's lifted you many times but his strength always takes you by surprise. He chuckles and back into the bed before sitting on the edge.

One hand in his hair and the other sliding down over his chest to rest over the racing beat of his heart, you shift on his lap to press closer. Your name leaves him in a low sound and when your other hand lands on his chest to push him onto his back he looks up at you with his jade eyes.

You're lips curve into a soft smile as one of your hands rests on his chest and the other runs through your hair to push it out of your face. Biting your bottom lip your hips roll down and you gasp as you feel him thick and warm under you.

"Fuck you're so goddamn sexy," his groan is already wrecked as your wetness drags over the material of his shorts. His eyes roll before they fell closed, arching up as your nails start dragging over his chest, you hear your name leave him in a gasp.

Keeping him where you want him with your weight on his chest, you're able to move yourself in the slow drags over his shaft that have not only your core drenched but you feel the way Changbin's cock twitches with you. Slipping back onto his thighs you smirk with how his hips roll up to meet yours but instead of your hips, your hand cups his shaft through his shorts and he growls lowly.

Not in warning but it's one of the tethers on his control loosening. You hear another low rumble as you slowly pull down his shorts, your hand finding his his freed cock as it slap against his lower abdomen. The swollen width of him always making you clench around nothing in anticipation of the slow burn that comes with being filled to the brim. Lightly, you dance your fingers over the thickness of his shaft under you meet the soft bulb that sits right above his balls.

A loud whine leaves Changbin as your thumb gently teases the deflated knot, "my baby, fuck that feels so good but, oh holy shit!"

You moved more and can now drag your tongue along him, letting your tongue pay more attention to the quickly growing knot at the base of his cock. One of his hands threads into your hair, not to grip but just to touch as you taste him.

When you take him into your mouth, his free hand joins the other in your hair, the grip tightening as his hips twice under your hands. Changbin's breaths are coming out in heavy pants as he watches your mouth take more of him in. The sound he lets you as you gag around the head of his cock when he hits the back of your throat makes you wish you could squeeze your thighs together.

"Fuck, you're mouth-"

Moving your eyes up to his face, you move your head quickly on him, letting him hear how his cock ruins you. The sounds that fill the pitch black room are music to his ears and Changbin's never been closer to losing the tight grip he keeps on himself when you have him in your mouth as he is right now. Your moans add to the sinful symphony that bounce off the walls of the bedroom.

Only when his legs are shaking and his hands, both in your hair, are now trembling in your hair do you remove him from your mouth to kiss up over his abdominal. His chest heaves and soft whines fall from his lips, "baby, please."

Changbin is always so patient and lets you tease your way up and down his body without too much begging but sometimes, sometimes it's just too much. It's the final night of his rut and he hasn't seen you since before it began and he's dying to sink himself into you. His patience is wearing very, very thin.

It's when your lips brush over the pulse point on his throat that his hands are on your hips and he's pulling you up so your soaked core is dripping directly onto his cock. He guides you along the twitching shaft as his hands curl around your waist, locking you to him.

"My baby, please let me have you." His voice breaks as your teeth graze over his neck. "Fuck, I can't hold out much more baby."

You smirk against his skin, moving to brace yourself on one hand beside his head, your lips inches from his. "I never asked you to hold back, Binnie." You nuzzle your nose to his, smiling as you hear the broken sounds coming from the man below you. "I'm all yours, baby," you moan softly as you control the next roll of your hips over his shaft, your clit getting some much needed attention.

Placing a soft kiss to his jaw, you gasp as you feel his hands move down to your ass to grip and spread you more. "You want me to flip you over, fuck that tight little pussy until you can only scream my name?"

You arch against him, nodding to answer his questions before kissing him deeply. Changbin wastes no time sliding his tongue between your lips to dance along side yours. He slowly unravels you piece by piece, atom by atom until all you can feel is your boyfriend and all he's in all your senses.

One moment you are above him and the next you are below him, your legs spread open for him. "Fuck, I knew you were wet but goddamn, my baby you're soaked." Two fingers slowly slide over your slit to collect your wetness before circling your swollen clit. "All that time you spent teasing me, could have had me playing with you."

A low moan leaves you as he slowly circles your clit, your head dropping back into the bed. His slow fingers repayment for the teasing you gave him just a few minutes ago.

The words are falling out of you before you realize it, "I'm ovulating, Bin." You feel yourself clench and press down to his fingers.

"Oh, I know, Legs. I've smelt it on you all weekend. I'm about to fuck you so thoroughly and have you sealed so tightly with my knot you'll be begging for a break."

"Do your worst." Your eyes meet his solid jade eyes and he searches the depths of yours and smirks. It's dark, nasty and he's picked up what you're hinting at but you still verbalize your desires.

"Breed me."

The teasing circles stop, "is that what you want?" He leans down and presses his lips to your ear, grazing his teeth over the shell, loving how he can feel when your hair decides to stand on end. "Want me to knot and fill this pussy up?"

"Yes, Changbin, I want to give you this."

Surging forward, Changbin's lips crash into yours, one hand cupping your jaw and the other guiding the thick tip of his cock through your dripping folds. Even though he's coated himself in you, he knows this is going to be difficult. You've always teased him for having a "coke- can cock" meaning he's thicker than he is long. Since the change to an Alpha and the addition of the knot that forms , he has also grown in size.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, both of your hands find his chest. The solid weight and warmth of him always helps you to relax. You can feel his heart thundering in his chest as he shifts you and the broad head of his cock pressed into you. It's a slow process even with prep but without it, Changbin just has to breathe though it.

Within seconds you're leveraging yourself to flip him onto his back. With the surprised look on his face, you keep your weight on your hands, holding his chest down. "I don't want slow." You smirk at him as you start to lower yourself on him, gasping softly at the stretch but loving the pain that comes with him filling every part of you.

His groan of your name makes you tilt your eyes up to watch him. The way his eyes are closed and his head is tilted back on the pillows. The way his jaw is slack and his chest heaves.

"Fuck yes, Binnie," your back arches, adding more weight to keep him still as you slowly start to move on him, taking him deeper with each pass. "God, you're so big."

Changbin's a growling and whimpering mess under you currently. That fact that you took him by surprise and then overpowered him enough to get him into his back blows his mind. He knew your legs were strong, he helped you to train them back into hiking and climbing shape. As you sink yourself lower on his cock, his mind spins with desire.

"You're a goddamn, fuck baby hold on," his hands finally grab your hips and manage to still you. "Holy shit fucking," he breaks off in a groan as he feels your walls fluttering around him to adjust and accept him. "Holy shit, Legs,"

Shifting so you're sitting up, allowing him the view of watching how you take him the rest of the way, sheathing him entirely in your tight heat. His grip falters and you're sinks lower, allowing him deeper into you than before. "Oh my god, Changbin."

His restraint snaps.

It's a blur and you're on your back with your knees pressed to your chest but open wide we he can see how your pussy accepts his cock with little to no resistance now. "So fucking tight for me, Legs." He smirks as his hips pull back only to grind deeper into you. "Someone was so impatient."

"Yes, baby, please," your back attempts to arch but in your position all you can do it tighten around Changbin.

His groan and the way he falls forward releasing your legs to catch himself with his hands on either side of your head tell you he's already so far gone. You watch as he bites his bottom lip as his hips pull back, groaning as he feels you flutter around him. "Fuck," his whimper is just warm breath across your cheeks before he snaps his hips forward.

Together you cry out as he settles to the hilt before pulling back and starting a a pace that is so perfect you're already close to your orgasm. He guides your legs back around his waist and his name leaves your lips more than your own breath.

"You always feel so fucking good" his hand comes up to cup your jaw, a gentleness not mirrored in the thrusts that jolt you with every move inward. You feel the knot at the base of his cock grinding against your entrance with each thrust. "Such a perfect mate," Changbin leans down and kisses you, stealing what little breath you had left.

Threading your fingers into his hair, you hold on as Changbin gets into his favorite position; missionary but he wraps his arms around you with his hands holding your shoulders to keep you in place under him. This is where he gets in deep and knows you'll really get messy for him.

Holding you in place, his hips give you the powerful thrusts that cause your body to shift underneath him each time he shoves his thick cock past your walls, if his hands weren't cupping your shoulders you would scoot up the bed. You've become a whimpering mess as you tilt your pelvis to send him even further into you.

Above you, Changbin groans and whines as he feels your body relax and drip around his cock, making each thrust messier than the last. You're essence is dripping down his shaft, covering his knot and spreading over his thighs. Breaking away from the kiss, Changbin kisses down your neck and growls lowly as he nuzzles against your scent gland.

"Changbin, please, baby, I'm so close," you sob as the head of his cock batters your cervix and his knot grinds and starts to stretch you just the slightest bit.

"Cum, baby, cum for me," Changbin pants through gritted teeth. "Give it to me, Legs," he slides a hand down and teases two fingers along the outside of the swollen and pulsing bundle of nerves.

Your climax builds between your hips, the steady pace of Changbin's cock stretching you to the limit as he fucks himself against your cervix, wanting to be as deep as possible when he knots you. The teasing touch of his fingers around and not on your clit making you arch up against his chest and tug on his hair as the release slams into you.

"Changbin! Oh fuck, yes," you're actively squirting around his cock having the best climax but you're trying to get him deeper, your legs pulling at him as you rock against him. "Knot me, please!"

Growling more, his teeth attach to your pulse point as he feels your climax spread through your body. Your walls clamp down on his cock and he groans, slowing down but still hitting deep with his powerful thrusts as your release drips from you and soaks his thighs and the bed below you.

Hearing you beg for his knot causes his vision to blur and his hearing to buzz. "I'm not done with you yet." His voice is deep and more animal than man but you know it's the man that is keeping his release at bay.

Slowly, he pulls out of you but instead of flipping you into your stomach, he licks his bottom lip obscenely and smirks up at you. His eyes pure jade behind his bangs, the nails on his hands starting to elongate but he moves them away from you before he moves down and licks a hard, broad stripe up your slit.

His tongue is thick, wide, wet and very hot against your swollen sex. You're fingers thread into his hair and as he dives in, shaking his head to get deeper between your folders as he watches you.

Your eyes, locked on his until he whipped his head against your core, fall closed. It's messy and loud as he's sucking the fresh wave of your arousal from you. He watches as your breasts heave with your breathes and moans as your thighs shakes from where he's gently guided them to wrap around his head.

Surrounded by you. Tasting you. Smelling you. Feeling you. Hearing you. Seeing you. His favorite way to spend his ruts and knowing he is about to knot you and put his pup into you makes him want to please you even more.

His mate. Strong, brave, and so fucking determined. He knew the second you stepped foot into his gym that he was going to be lucky to know you but he was so undeserving of you. Regardless, you chose him, time and time again. With your trust and his patience, the pair of you rebuilt the damage that his kind had done to you.

"Changbin, baby- please," you're voice breaks as his tongue swirls and circles your clit before pulling it between his lips and sucking softly.

He feels your climax is just moments away so he turns his eyes back up to yours. He loves watching it wash over you; the way your back arches and you always reach for him to keep your tethered. He feels the way you're clenching around nothing and can hear the way your heart races as you're climbing closer to the peak.

You're so close you can feel it sitting between your hips just waiting to fall but as your chest heaves with air, none of it feels like it is filling your lungs. With him below you and his hands are twisted in the sheets beside your hips, you can't grab his shoulders or his arms to keep present.

"Bin!" The small amount of panic instantly has one of his hands guiding one of your legs to open so he can reach up and place his hand on your chest. The weight and heat of his arm and hand holding you down onto the bed sends a full body shiver through you and you feel his growl against your heated core.

Changbin gives you the most delicious swirl of his tongue over your clit, you grip his hand and forearm, loving how he forces you to stay flat as your climax finally washes over you, sending slow waves of warmth through your limbs. His names has never sounded better as it does bouncing back at him with the addition of the wet sounds coming from the both of you.

As you start to come down, he slowly pulls back and strokes himself as the throbbing ache in his cock becomes almost unbearable. "Fuckin perfect," you watch through hooded eyes as he slowly licks his lips, "my baby, so much sweeter knowing I'm about to fuck a pup into you."

His voice is rough, low and gravelly, as he moves back between your hips, letting his thick shaft rest over you. The base of his cock had swelled some and is just waiting to be back in you before fully inflating and locking you both together as your womb takes his seed.

"Tell you want this and that you're ready." He looks down into your eyes as your hands come to cup his face softly. You give him a nod but he kisses your palm softly, "words, Legs."

"I want this. I want to start our family. Let me carry this piece of you."

Slowly, his cock enters you and you can already tell this is different than just minutes ago. He's closer to his own climax and his shaft has swollen more and when he get settled to the hilt, the knot sits right against you, begging for permission.

"I love you," you whisper against his lips between taking them in a kiss that is deep and depraved. His growl rumbles through his chest, hand moving from your chest to the throat, tilting your head so he can lick into your mouth.

Giving you a taste of yourself as he slowly pulls back and thrusts back into you, the headboard slamming against the wall. You arch against him and his hand presses down, holding you supine against the bed as he plows himself to his orgasm. There are growls and groans that leave him and you both know this is when it will happen. Changbin can smell that your body is ready, your womb is open and welcoming for him.

Releasing your throat he leans down and presses his forehead to yours, "my perfect, strong, beautiful mate." His voice is animalistic, deeper and darker than you've heard it, his eyes still his wolf's jade. "I love you, thank you."

Your hands are gripping his arms, feeling them flex and shift as he holds himself steady above you before his climax wrecks through his body. He cries out your name as he tilts your hips and his knot is accepted into your body. You feel his sobs of pleasure as he fills you, the knot holding you together all the while your deepest parts are fluttering and clenching around him.

"Changbin, holy shit," your orgasm shoots down your spine and all you can do it let it roll through you. Your eyes roll and your legs tighten around his waist, rocking yourself up to pull him deeper.

"My baby, fucking taking my knot like the perfect girl she is." You hear his watery smile as he kisses over your face.

The emotions hit him harder than he expected because he just knows, has the strongest of feelings that this was it. The timing is perfect and even as a human your cycle started naturally syncing with his.

It's been hours and the final knot has finally released and you've been pulled from the tub where Changbin bathed, fed, and kissed you all better. He's wrapped you in on of his shirts and applied a balm to help with the sting of you're intimate area. It's after he's cleaned and fed himself that he climbs back into bed and pulls your slumbering form close. The warmth of him soothing all of your sore muscles.

"Finding you and falling in love with you was the best thing that ever happened to me." His voice is softer than before now that the frenzy of the rut and his desperation for the breeding has passed.

His hand does not leave your lower abdomen. A gentle swipe of his thumb under your navel or the slow circle just to keep close. He wants to be touching you when it happens.

He already knows it will take.

The conditions were beyond perfect and after you shyly told him you had been doing your own prep in the right vitamins and eating properly, his wolf is so proud he sits with his chest out a little further.

While resting in bed, your body very relaxed and your stomach full, you had started to drift. You swear you didn't fall asleep but you start at his words. That is when you register the soft caress of his thumb just below your navel and the warmth from his body beside you.

He smiles and chuckles, kissing your temple. "I'm sorry, Legs. I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay baby, I wasn't sleeping."

"You so were. There was a soft snore and everything."

"I don't snore."

"No, you don't," he smirks against the top of your head even though he totally has heard it before.

You both stay silent for a couple of moments before you tilt your head so you and look up at him. "You, Seo Changbin are the best thing to have ever happened to me."

"Thank you for trusting me when you were at your lowest and for trusting me with your body." He kisses your forehead, pulling you closer.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too, Legs." He kisses your forehead once more. "Rest my baby. We won't get many chances in our future for it."

Slowly, you fell asleep against him. Like full weight, soft snores, and gentle twitches. It's right when he goes to shift his arms when he feels it happen. The change in your body and he inhales, tears coming to his eyes know you're now carrying his future. He smells it on you and he has to remind himself that you're asleep now but he places the softest kiss to your forehead. He cannot believe he was awake to witness it.

The moment you've successfully conceived and a new generation of the Seo werewolves has been created.

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THE GREEN-EYED MONSTER : featuring han jisung

— idol!han jisung x motogp & f1 racer!fem reader in which han, despite being known as a world wide superstar still finds himself anxious, envious, and jealous because of how attractive his girlfriend is. it doesn't help knowing how she tends to get attention in the public because she's a known motorcycle racer. she's utterly destructive for him and he sure is willing be destroyed by it.

content warning: mention of slight bdsm, masturbation, dom!reader & subtop!jisung, spitting, handjob, edging, overstimulation, dom and sub dynamics, praising and degradation, slightly mean dom reader that may not be suitable for other readers. please proceed with caution. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

word count: 6.3k words

a/n: okay, this took me awhile to finish because I made a little twist of maming jisung as vulnerable as I intended him to be as you can see, I might have overdone it so please, bear with me. this one is actually a request, and I'm so sorry if it took me awhile to finish it. This is pure smut and I didn't want to make the bedscene boring and be done with it so I took days on and off working on it. HAPPY READING! < 3

'What does Han Jisung from Stray Kids not have?' is probably one of the most frequently asked questions among fans.

After all, he seems to have everything. Not only is he wildly famous, but he's also financially secure, earning steadily from his songwriting royalties. He has a face that draws people in effortlessly, one that fans adore, admire, and fall hopelessly in love with. And as if all of that weren't enough, he's also in a relationship with someone equally, if not morecaptivating.

His girlfriend. You.

The woman who turns heads without even trying. The woman whose presence alone commands attention in any room you walks into.

And beyond your beauty, you carry a name of your own, a reputation that stands strong, even outside the world he dominates. You are well-known in Korea's motorbike racing scene, recognized across MotoGP circuits and even F1 automobile racetracks. In your world, you aren't just admired,  you're respected. Besides that's how you captivated him.

Which means that whenever the two of you step out together, the attention isn't his alone.

It never is.

Crowds gather, cameras flash, and voices rise, but they call for both of you. And more often than not, you find yourself surrounded by motorsport fans, a demographic overwhelmingly male, their curiosity and fascination directed entirely at you.

Ordinarily, this wouldn't be a problem.

Jisung understands fame. He lives in it. Just like you cater to your fans, he does the same. Accepting requests, playing along with harmless interactions, giving people moments they'll treasure. It's part of being an idol, especially one recognized worldwide. And you trust him. You trust that he knows where to draw the line, that he would never entertain anything that crosses boundaries.

But when the situation flips, when the attention is on you, something in him shifts.

Maybe it's just the way he is.

Jisung has always been affectionate, clingy in the softest, most endearing way. He craves closeness, constantly seeking your touch, your warmth, your presence. And you indulge him, because the way he asks, soft, pouty, almost shy, is far too cute to refuse.

Maybe that's also why jealousy comes so easily to him. It's not something he fully understands himself.

All he knows is that he doesn't like it, he doesn't like this feeling that creeps into his chest whenever your attention is pulled elsewhere. The tightness, the unease, the quiet anxiety that builds when you're doing interviews, answering questions that involve him. He worries they'll exhaust you, that the constant scrutiny will wear you down and somehow, that fear loops back to him.

But what unsettles him the most is seeing you surrounded by others.

Especially now.

Especially when you're the only female racer listed as a participant for the upcoming Grand Prix Championship next year.

He doesn't blame you.

He can't.

He knows better than anyone, just how breathtaking you are. How you seem to shine even brighter when you're on your bike. You become even more breathtaking when you're on your bike, clad in full racing gear, confidently gripping the handlebars and revving the engine until it roars. God only knows the inappropriate thoughts that race through his mind when he sees you like that. His imagination spirals, conjuring up vivid scenarios of making love to you right there on your motorbike.

Something dangerous.

His thoughts spiral, vivid and uncontrollable, each one more inappropriate than the last. Images that make his pulse quicken, his mind cloud, his restraint falter. And even that—even that—isn't enough to quiet the restless heat that builds inside him whenever he sees others crowding around you.

Don't get him wrong.

You satisfy him in ways no one else ever could. You give him everything, more than enough, more than he could ever ask for.

But in moments like these... He doesn't just want reassurance.

He wants to pull you aside, claim your lips, and hear you say it, again and again, hear you whisper how much you love making him feel good.

He knows he's being a little unreasonable. A little whiny.

But he can't help it.

Because right now, he's stuck watching a broadcast, one that shows a man, a stranger, with his hand resting far too comfortably on your waist. Your bare waist, exposed by a fitted dress that hugs your figure perfectly. The fabric glitters under the venue lights, shimmering with every movement you make, drawing attention you don't even seem to notice.

And it drives him insane.

'Where are you?' is the question burning in his mind that feels heavier than it should.

As one of Korea's top female MotoGP racers, you've earned more than just recognition. You've become a brand ambassador for Givenchy. That alone grants you invitations to exclusive fashion events, placing you in spaces far removed from racetracks and roaring engines.

Which is exactly where you are now.

Or rather—where you were.

Seated along the entrance runway, dressed to perfection, accompanied by a high-profile F1 racer assigned as your partner for the evening. Not by choice, but by obligation. Givenchy is one of your biggest sponsors and declining wasn't an option, no matter how uncomfortable the arrangement made you.

And Jisung hates it.

He hates the way that man's arm drapes over your waist like it belongs there. Hates how unbothered you seem, how natural it looks from the outside. It pulls at something deep in his chest, a feeling he recognizes all too well.

Jealousy.

But this time, it isn't soft. It isn't playful or easy to brush off.

It burns.

The reporter's question asking about your relationship with your event partner only makes it worse. Because why would they even ask that? The entire world knows you're dating him. A global star, a worldwide known idol, a singer, a rapper, a dancer, everything you could have name him for, he is. Someone who has never once hidden how much you mean to him.

It feels absurd.

And yet, here it is.

The anger bubbling inside him is sharper now, heavier, no longer the kind you can soothe with a kiss or a laugh. Because to him, this isn't harmless anymore.

This feels like a boundary being crossed.

The TV continues to play, but Jisung barely registers it anymore.

Instead, he reaches for his phone.

Jisung: Aren't you taking too long training today? It's already 11 PM, Y/N. Aren't you coming home?

Luckily, the broadcast is from last week. You've already returned from Milan days ago. Still, the lingering images refuse to leave his mind.

Fifteen minutes pass before his phone finally lights up. And when it does, his shoulders sink. A quiet sigh slips past his lips as he reads your reply, his mouth forming a small pout without him realizing it.

You: Hi, Sungie baby. Sorry, I'm still out having a late-night dinner with the team. I'll be home in an hour, okay? If you're tired, you can sleep already.

His gaze drifts from the screen to the full-body mirror standing in your shared room. He studies his reflection.

There's nothing wrong with how he looks... right?

His brows knit together slightly, lips pressing into a thin line as unease settles deep in his chest. His thoughts spiral again, unwelcome, intrusive.

Is that guy there too?

The question alone makes his stomach twist. A soft, involuntary whine escapes him before he can stop it.

This feeling, he hates it.

Frustration builds, slow and suffocating, leaving him restless in his own skin. His legs press together, shifting unconsciously as he tries to ground himself. It's a habit he picked up after dating you, something you taught him, a way to redirect overwhelming emotions into something he could manage.

He was never good at expressing himself.

Not even with his members.

But this, this physical outlet, it reminds him that what he's feeling is real, that it needs to be dealt with before it consumes him completely.

Still, it isn't enough.

Not tonight.

His fingers tighten around his phone as he types again.

Jisung: Baby, please... I need you. Come home.

Jisung felt like everything around him was spinning out of control. The room seemed smaller, the air heavier, as he tried to calm himself down. He sat on the edge of the bed, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn't escape. Every time he closed his eyes, he pictured you, smiling, laughing, surrounded by people he didn't know. The idea of you out there, enjoying yourself without him, made his chest tighten with jealousy and longing.

He tried to focus on his breathing, hoping it would help settle his nerves, but it wasn't enough. The frustration inside him kept growing, bubbling up until he couldn't ignore it anymore. His hand moved slowly at first, searching for some kind of comfort, something to ground him when his emotions felt too big to handle. Each movement was a small attempt to distract himself from the ache in his heart and the worries in his mind.

But the thoughts wouldn't leave him alone. He imagined you at dinner, your eyes shining as you talked with your friends and teammates, your laughter ringing out in a way that always made him smile. He wondered if you missed him, if you thought about him as much as he thought about you. The idea that someone else might catch your attention, even for a moment, made his stomach twist with anxiety.

A shaky breath escaped his lips as his grip tightened, the feeling sending a wave of sensation through his body. He let out a soft, needy whine, his movements growing faster as he tried to chase away the loneliness that clung to him. The room was quiet except for the sound of his breathing and the faint hum of the city outside, but in his mind, everything was loud—his worries, his longing, his need for you.

He wished you were there with him, to hold him and tell him everything was okay. He missed the way your presence could calm him, the way your touch made him feel safe and loved. All he wanted was for you to come home, to wrap your warm hands around him instead of him using his own and remind him that he was still the most important person in your world.

A soft moan slipped from Jisung's lips, his teeth gently biting down on his lower lip as his head pressed deeper into the bed. His body arched slightly, a wave of sensation twisting in his stomach, a feeling he knew all too well. This was what he was chasing, the release that would help him forget his worries, even if just for a moment. But as his hand moved, he realized it wasn't the same. The pleasure was there, but it felt empty compared to when you were the one touching him.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the loneliness and focus on the fantasy in his mind. He imagined it was your hand moving up and down his length, your soft skin gliding over him, your gentle touch sending sparks through his body. In his mind, he could see your face flushed and smiling, eyes shining with affection as you brought him closer and closer to the edge. The memory of your touch, your warmth, and the way you always knew exactly how to make him feel good filled his thoughts, making his breath hitch and his body tremble.

A deep groan rumbled in his chest, mixing with another moan as the fantasy grew more vivid. He could almost feel your lips on his skin, hear your sweet voice whispering his name, and see the love in your eyes as you watched him fall apart for you. Even though he was alone, the thought of you was enough to make his heart race and his body ache with longing. All he wanted was for you to be there, to turn his lonely night into something beautiful and real.

Or was he really alone?

Suddenly, he heard your voice so clear and real that it sent a shiver down his spine.

"Sungie?" The sound of your gentle call echoed in his mind, so vivid that for a moment, he almost believed you were right there beside him. The illusion made his body tremble, his grip tightening just a little more as his hand moved faster, desperate to reach that peak he craved.

He let out a shaky, breathless moan, his thoughts tangled between reality and fantasy.

"God, I feel so sick," he whispered, voice barely more than a gasp. "I can hear your voice so clearly. I'm so fucking dirty. Imagining you while I fuck my fist on myself." The confession spilled from his lips, raw and honest, as he chased the pleasure that only thoughts of you could bring. The line between loneliness and longing blurred, and all he could do was surrender to the feeling, wishing you were truly there to hear every sound and see every part of him that belonged only to you.

"Han Jisung."

The sound of your voice, sharp and unmistakable, cut through the haze of his thoughts. He jolted upright, eyes flying open in shock, only to feel your hand wrap firmly around his wrist, halting his movements. For a split second, he wondered if he was still dreaming, but the warmth of your touch and the stern look in your eyes told him this was very real.

You stood at the edge of the bed, one knee pressed into the mattress as you leaned closer. Your eyebrow arched in a silent question, your gaze steady and unyielding as you looked down at him. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with tension and surprise.

As the reality of the moment settled in, Jisung felt a rush of heat flood his face, creeping down his neck and burning across his ears. Embarrassment washed over him in waves, leaving him speechless and exposed. He could barely meet your eyes, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure you could hear it.

"What do you think you're doing?" you asked, your voice calm but edged with clear disappointment. The tone sent a jolt through his body, making his breath catch in his throat. There was something about the way you spoke, firm, but with a hint of teasing, that sent warmth spiraling down his spine.

Oh, he was in trouble. And somehow, that realization only made his heart race faster.

"Fuck—baby, I—" Jisung's voice broke the silence, thick with urgency and barely-contained excitement. His hands fumbled at the sheets as he tried to push himself upright, his chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. The anticipation in his eyes was unmistakable, pupils blown wide as he looked up at you, lips parted in a desperate attempt to form words that never quite made it past his tongue.

But before he could fully sit up, your hand pressed firmly against his chest, pinning him back down to the mattress. The sudden contact sent a shiver through his body, and you could feel the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palm. He froze, caught between the instinct to obey and the overwhelming urge to move, to touch, to close the distance between you.

"Did I say you could move?" you asked, your voice low and commanding, each word laced with authority. You leaned in closer, letting your breath ghost over his skin as you held him in place. "I asked you a question—what exactly do you think you're doing?"

Jisung's eyes flickered with a mixture of surprise and exhilaration, his excitement barely contained beneath the surface. His fingers curled into the sheets, knuckles white, as he struggled to keep still under your gaze.

The sigh that left your lips made Jisung's heart pound in his chest. For a moment, he didn't know what to feel. Part of him was excited because you were finally home with him, and he had missed you all day. Just being near you filled him with warmth and happiness.

But at the same time, he felt a little scared. He knew that sigh very well. It was the kind of sigh you made when you were in control, when you expected him to listen and obey. Jisung could sense your dominance in the room, and it made him nervous in a way that sent a shiver down his spine.

He lay there, watching you closely, unsure if he should let himself enjoy your presence or prepare himself to follow your every command. The room felt quiet and tense as he waited to see what you would do next, his feelings caught between excitement and the thrill of being under your control.

"So this is why you wanted me to come home?" you said, your voice low and teasing as you slowly climbed up onto the bed. "Just so you could show me how desperate you are, touching yourself and pretending it was me? I didn't think you were such a needy little slut." The words came out as a soft hum, but there was a sharp edge to them that made Jisung's breath hitch.

You let out a huff, shrugging off your racer jacket and tossing it carelessly across the room. It landed somewhere out of sight, but you didn't care about it now, your attention was focused entirely on Jisung. The air seemed to grow warmer as you moved closer, your presence filling the space with a sense of control and anticipation.

Jisung could only whine in response, his voice shaky and full of longing. His head fell back against the bed, eyes fluttering shut as a wave of weakness washed over him. Every muscle in his body seemed to go limp, surrendering to the feeling of being completely at your mercy. He needed you, needed your touch, your approval, your dominance, more than anything else in that moment.

The memory of his earlier denied orgasm still lingered, making his skin feel hot and his nerves buzz with restless energy. The frustration and need built up inside him, making every second without your touch feel like an eternity. All he could do was wait, trembling with anticipation, hoping you would finally give him what he craved.

"What is it this time, Sungie, hm?" you began, your voice gentle but laced with playful curiosity. Your hand moved slowly, fingers gliding up and down his leg in a soft, almost reverent caress. The touch was teasing, light enough to make his skin tingle, but firm enough to remind him of your presence and control. Each stroke sent a shiver through Jisung, making him even more aware of how much he needed you.

"I know you wouldn't be this needy for no reason," you continued, your tone both comforting and teasing as you watched his reactions closely. "Did someone make you upset today, pretty boy? Is that why you're like this?" you asked, your words wrapping around him like a warm blanket, both soothing and stirring him up at the same time.

Your hand slowly traveled higher, leaving a trail of warmth as it moved from his thigh up to his stomach. When your palm finally rested there, Jisung let out a shaky breath, his body trembling beneath your touch. The anticipation in the air was thick, every gentle movement making him feel more exposed, more vulnerable, and more desperate for your attention. He looked up at you with wide, pleading eyes, his lips parted as if he wanted to answer but couldn't quite find the words. All he could do was breathe you in, his chest rising and falling with each shaky exhale, completely at your mercy and loving every second of it.

"No," he finally managed to say, his voice barely more than a whisper, trembling as it broke the heavy silence between you. It took him several long, shaky breaths to steady himself, each inhale and exhale a desperate attempt to anchor his mind and body in the present. His chest rose and fell rapidly, betraying the storm of sensation that threatened to overwhelm him.

"I'm not upset," he added, though the words seemed to catch in his throat. His eyes squeezed shut, lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, and his mouth hung open in a silent gasp. The moment your hand began its slow, deliberate ascent along his skin, he shuddered, every muscle in his body tensing and then melting beneath your touch. His breath hitched, and a soft, involuntary whimper escaped him, so quiet you might have missed it if you weren't so close.

Jisung was hypersensitive, every gentle brush of your fingers sent sparks racing across his nerves, making his skin feel electric and alive. The warmth of your palm, the feather-light pressure of your fingertips, the way you traced invisible patterns along his body, it all left him trembling, teetering on the edge of surrender. You could feel the way his body responded to you, how he arched ever so slightly into your touch, seeking more even as he seemed almost overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. If you wanted, you could probably unravel him completely, make him fall apart with nothing but your hands and your patience. He was so close to the edge, so ready to give in, but you knew that wasn't what either of you needed right now.

Instead, you leaned in, your voice soft and coaxing, threading through the haze of sensation that clouded his mind. "Come on, Ji," you murmured, your breath warm against his ear. "I need your words right now. I know you crave my touch, but I need to know what goes on that pretty little head of yours."

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to find his voice, his hands clutching at the sheets as if they were the only thing keeping him grounded. Every inch of him was alive with sensation, every nerve ending singing beneath your touch, and yet he tried desperately to give you what you asked for, to let you in, even as his body trembled with anticipation and need.

“I was watching TV,” he began, his voice breaking and trembling, each word barely more than a whisper. The confession seemed to cost him, as if speaking aloud made the feelings all the more real and raw.

You noticed the fine sheen of sweat gathering on his forehead, glistening even though the air conditioner was humming steadily, filling the room with a cool breeze. Despite the chill, Jisung’s skin was flushed, his body taut with tension. He clung to himself, fisting the bed sheet so hard knuckles white as he fought the urge to reach for you, to close the distance and lose himself in your presence.

His eyes darted away, unable to meet yours, and his lips parted as he struggled to continue. “I saw you… with someone. At that fashion event.” His words came out haltingly, each syllable heavy with emotion. “I was pissed,” he admitted, the admission slipping out in a shaky exhale, as if the anger and jealousy had been simmering beneath the surface, waiting for a chance to escape.

You could feel the vulnerability radiating from him, the way his body trembled not just from your touch, but from the storm of feelings swirling inside him. Every detail, the sweat on his brow, the way his breath caught, the tension in his muscles spoke of how deeply he felt, how sensitive and responsive he was to both your presence and the memories that haunted him.

“Hm? So you touch yourself out of frustration instead of waiting for me to come home? Is that it?” you asked, your voice smooth and sweet, but with an undertone that sent a shiver down his spine. The sound of your words seemed to wrap around him, warm and sticky like honey, but he could sense the disappointment beneath your gentle tone.

Jisung’s head shook quickly, messy hair brushing against his damp forehead. His cheeks burned with heat, and he could feel the flush spreading down his neck. He whimpered softly, the sound high and needy, almost like a lost puppy desperate for comfort. The air in the room felt thick, heavy with anticipation, and every breath he took was laced with the scent of you, familiar, comforting, and intoxicating.

“I—I know. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. I needed you so much. I was jealous. I was—oh my god!” his voice trembled, words tumbling out in a rush, each syllable shaky and raw. The moment your hand finally wrapped around his neglected cock, a loud, broken moan tore from his lips. The sound echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls. It sounded so loud and filthy he knows if someone passed by your door they could hear it. But he cares less about any of that right now.

His skin tingled everywhere you touched, nerves sparking with every slow, deliberate movement of your hand. Goosebumps rose along his arms and legs, and his hips jerked helplessly, chasing the friction you gave him. The sheets beneath him felt cool and rough against his back, a sharp contrast to the heat pooling in his belly. His hands clutched the fabric so tightly his knuckles ached, grounding himself as waves of pleasure rolled through him.

“Fuck—fuck! Yes! Please. Faster, please. Please, I need you. I need it!” he begged, his voice cracking, breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The air was filled with the sound of his desperate pleas, the slick sound of your hand moving, and the soft hum of the air conditioner that did nothing to cool the fire burning inside him.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his temples, mixing with the salty taste on his lips as he licked them unconsciously. His thighs trembled, muscles tightening and relaxing with every stroke. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, loud and frantic, and every sense was overwhelmed by you, your scent, your touch, your voice whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision, not from pain but from the sheer intensity of sensation. “Please, I can’t— I need you so much. I missed you. I missed this. I missed feeling you, being with you,” he choked out, voice thick and hoarse.

You leaned in, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, your breath warm and soft against his skin. “You want me hm? Want me to touch you like this?,” you whispered, asking, your words a gentle anchor in the storm of feeling. Your hand moved a little faster, and he gasped, his back arching, body pressing closer to you, desperate for more.

You pulled your head back just enough to watch his beautiful, pleasure-stricken face. His eyes fluttered, lips parted, every expression raw and unguarded. You took in how responsive he was, how every anxious breath and frustrated tremor seemed to melt away under your touch. You didn’t like seeing him so wound up, but you loved showing him that no one else could make you feel this wild, this desperate, this thirsty for more.

“Or maybe you wanted something more?”

Leaning down, you brought your face close to his cock, close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. You pressed a gentle kiss to the tip, then began to give soft, kittenish licks to his sensitive, flushed head. Each flick of your tongue drew out a new series of wanton, broken moans from him, his voice echoing with need and surrender.

He cried out your name, voice trembling, body shaking as he hovered right on the edge of release. One of his hands shot up, fingers tangling in your hair, gripping tight as if you were his only anchor. You could feel the tension in his hold, the way he fought the urge to take control, to guide your mouth the way he craved. But he held back, trusting you, letting you set the pace, his body trembling with restraint and overwhelming pleasure.

“Come on, Sungie. Tell me what you want. Tell me how I can ease that feeling in your chest. You need to give me words or I won’t know what to do,” you cooed, your voice soft and coaxing as you urged him to speak, just like you always did.

When he was overwhelmed by so many emotions—anxiety, longing, frustration—finding his voice was never easy. You could see it in the way his brows knit together, in the way his lips parted but no words came out at first. But you were patient. You were always patient with him, always gentle when it came to drawing something out of him. You waited, your touch reassuring, your presence a steady anchor as you watched him struggle to put his feelings into words, knowing that with time and care, he would let you in.

Jisung’s breath came in shaky bursts, his chest rising and falling as he tried to gather himself. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were his ragged breathing and the soft hum of the air conditioner. His fingers tightened in your hair, grounding himself, and his eyes squeezed shut as he fought to find his voice.

Finally, he managed to speak, his words trembling but honest. “I want you… I want to feel you. I want you to take me, please. I want to forget everything else—just you and me. I need you to make me feel good, to make all this jealousy and frustration go away. Please, I need you so much.”

His confession hung in the air, raw and vulnerable, and you felt your heart swell with affection and desire. You pressed a gentle kiss to his trembling thigh, letting him know you heard him, that you understood.

“Good boy,” you whispered, your voice warm and soothing. “Thank you for telling me, Sungie. I’ll take care of you now.”

You sat up, your hands moving to the hem of your shirt. Slowly, you peeled it over your head, letting the fabric slide from your skin and fall to the floor. The cool air kissed your bare skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Jisung’s eyes fluttered open, dark and hungry, drinking in every inch of you as you undressed for him. You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your bottoms, sliding them down your hips and legs, leaving yourself bare and exposed in the soft light of the room.

You could feel his gaze on you, hot and reverent, his breath catching as he took in the sight of you. For a moment, you let him look, let him see how much you wanted him too, how much you were willing to give.

Then, you moved to straddle his hips, your bare skin meeting his, the heat between you almost unbearable. You leaned in, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “Just relax. Let me give you everything you need.”

You reached down, guiding his length to your entrance, the anticipation making your heart race. As you slowly sank down onto him, you watched his face, how his eyes widened with pleasure, how his mouth fell open in a gasp.

You moved slowly at first, letting him feel every inch, every pulse of warmth and pressure wrapped around his cock. His moans grew louder, more desperate, his body arching up to meet yours, chasing every sensation you gave him. You set a steady rhythm, rolling your hips, your hands roaming his chest, his arms, his face, touching, soothing, claiming.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” you murmured, your voice thick with affection and desire. “Do you feel better now? Do you feel how much I want you, how much I love you?”

Jisung could only nod, lost in the pleasure, his voice breaking as he gasped your name again and again. Every movement, every sound, every touch was for him, and you made sure he knew it, made sure he felt cherished, wanted, and completely yours.

Beyond anything else, you gate it when he felt insecure of himself so you'd do anything to remind him that it was him you fell for and will continue falling for.

You began to move faster, your hips rolling with a new urgency, the rhythm between you growing wild and desperate. The sound of your bodies moving together filled the room, blending with the soft, broken cries that spilled from Jisung’s lips. His hands gripped your waist, fingers digging in as he tried to ground himself, tried to hold on just a little longer.

Jisung’s eyes squeezed shut, his brows furrowed in concentration. He was trying so hard to edge himself, to stay right on the edge, to savor every second of your touch. He bit his lip, swallowing back the moans that threatened to escape, his breath coming in short, shaky bursts. Every muscle in his body was tense, trembling with the effort to keep himself from falling over the edge.

But you could feel how close he was, how his hips jerked up to meet yours, how his thighs quivered beneath you, how his voice broke every time you moved just a little faster, a little deeper. The pleasure was overwhelming, building inside him like a tidal wave, impossible to contain.

“Please—wait, I—” he gasped, voice trembling, but the words dissolved into a desperate moan as you tightened your grip on his shoulders and rode him harder. His hands slid up your back, clutching at you, his body arching up as he tried to hold on, tried to keep himself from letting go.

But it was too much. The heat, the pressure, the way you looked at him, so full of love and want, made it impossible to resist. His body betrayed him, hips bucking up into you as his control slipped away.

“Oh god, I can’t—please, I can’t hold it—” he cried, voice cracking, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the sheer intensity of it all. The pleasure crashed over him in waves, stealing his breath, making his whole body shake as he finally let go, unable to stop himself any longer.

He clung to you, voice lost in a string of gasps and broken cries, every nerve ending lit up as he came undone beneath you. His head felt dizzy, so loght, his eyes rolling at the back of his head with how intense his orgasm was.

You followed soon after, your own pleasure of reaching the top, you held him close, riding out the waves together.

You collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathless and trembling, hearts still racing as you clung to each other in the quiet, haze of satisfaction and love.

As the intensity faded, you and Jisung lay together, bodies close and skin still warm. The room was quiet except for the soft sound of your breathing and the gentle hum of the air conditioner. Jisung’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you with a tenderness that spoke louder than words. You could feel his heartbeat slowly returning to normal, his chest rising and falling in time with yours.

You reached up and brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead, your fingers gentle and loving. You pressed a soft kiss to his temple, letting him know you were there, fully present with him. For a while, you just stayed like that, sharing the silence, letting the comfort of being together fill the space between you.

After a moment, Jisung’s voice broke the quiet. It was small and a little shaky. “I’m sorry for being jealous,” he whispered. “Sometimes I just get scared. I know you meet a lot of people, and I worry that maybe one day you’ll find someone better than me.”

You turned to face him, cupping his cheek in your hand so he could see the honesty in your eyes. “Sungie, you’re the only one I want. No matter who I meet or work with, no one could ever take your place. You make me feel things no one else ever could. You’re special to me. My heart belongs to you.”

He looked at you, his eyes shining with emotion, searching your face for any sign of doubt. You smiled softly and leaned in, pressing your forehead to his, pressing him a soft kiss on his lips he always love. “Even if I’m surrounded by a crowd, even if I have to stand next to other people, I always choose you. You’re the one I love, the one I come home to.”

Jisung’s lips trembled, and a small, relieved smile appeared. He pulled you even closer, holding you tight, as if your words were the only thing he needed to feel safe and loved.

You stroked his cheek with your thumb, him leaning his head against your touch, your voice gentle and sure. “I love you, Jisung. Only you. No one else could ever replace you.”

He let out a soft breath, his arms tightening around you. “I love you too. Thank you for loving me.”

Wrapped up in each other, you both felt a deep sense of peace. In that quiet moment, you knew that no matter what happened, your love for each other would always be enough.

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Brownies & a Big Boba Eyed… Boyfriend? —-

pairing: bsf!HanJisung x fem!bsf!reader!

synopsis: your besties with han and when he accidently gives you aphrodisiac brownies, feelings bubble up and you confess your undying feelings for each other.

cw: tension, fluff, flirting, SMUT, 18+, LOTS OF LANGUAGE (sorry i’m a sailor mouth HAN, truther) mentions: drugs, ADHD, Anxiety, and aphrodisiacs. I will NOT be spoiling the rest of the warnings because i think it is quite better this way but there is no harm involved. Everything is consensual. and this is my first time writing ALL THE WAY smut so please be nice to me. oh and…

SOFT DOM HAN SUPREMACYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

MDNI CONTINUED!!!!!! 😅🔥

A/N: help jisung has me in a bicep curl chokehold and i just want to trace his tattoos with my tongue. Idk. also part two of my first Hannie fic on my blog hehehe… since you guys liked the last one so much. might have to start calling you my fallen angels 👀🖤

wc: 6.2k

(<<<part 1)

Warmth pressed up against you from behind. While fickle sunlight cracked over your face, a soft fog fluted through your mind, the haze of the edibles leaving behind a slight headache.

The slow replay of the last twenty-four hours flickers through your head, and your body flushes as flashes of your best friend, Han Jisung, hover over you… instructing you…“until I’m certain those drugs are out of your system, I cannot touch you the way you want. But like I said earlier, I will help you.”

You shiver, and his arms tighten around your waist even in his sleep. His lips are pressed against your neck, and you’re already on fire again, with no substance influencing your emotions this time.

His words float through your mind, sparking heat low in your stomach. “I know baby, I know. you’re so close. I promise I'll take such good care of you tomorrow, okay? I promise, I promise.” he had chanted against your skin.

He had chanted the words against your skin.

Without noticing, you begin squirming at the memories, freezing when Jisung’s deep, rumbling morning voice interrupts your thoughts.

“Babygirl… stop squirming, please.”

The gravel of his voice, the heat of his body, the pet name… you honestly feel more turned on than when the brownie was still in your system. You can’t help but gasp softly when his lips press more firmly against your neck.

“Ji…”

He grins against your skin. “Morning, gorgeous. How ya feeling?”

Shuddering out a breath, you answer softly. “Better. Uh… clearer?”

His body shifts behind you so he can lean over you and look at your face. Playfully, he grabs your jaw with one hand, turning your head side to side as he examines you closely, checking if your eyes are still bloodshot.

His grin returns slowly. Then he pecks your cheek before completely rolling out of bed.

Damn. He’s shirtless???

You bite down a surprised yelp. Sure… yes, you’ve seen your best friend shirtless before and he was last night, but really only on rare occasions, and it definitely wasn’t after he talked you through literally orgasming under him and now your head isn’t as hazy. Oh my gosh I want to trace his tattoos with my tongue … The passing thought rattles through your senses, making heat creep up your neck. You’re half grateful he can’t hear what you’re thinking… but you’re definitely curious what’s on his mind when he simply leaves the room.

Sitting up on the bed, confused, you glance around the quiet apartment. The sheets are still warm where he’d been, the faint scent of his cologne clinging to the pillow beside you. You hear clattering in the kitchen and is he… seriously making breakfast right now?!

A tad bit… sexually frustrated, you crawl out of bed and tug one of his hoodies over your head, the fabric swallowing your hands and brushing the tops of your thighs. You pad down the hall toward the kitchen, following the smell of something sweet.

Sure enough, the man is making breakfast.

Your mouth pops open in disbelief. At the sound, he turns, confusion flickering across his face. Then he slows.

His eyes drift from your face… down your body… and back up again. Taking in your bare legs. Your messy hair. His hoodie hanging off you like it belongs there. His lip disappears between his teeth. When your eyes meet, he’s fighting a grin.

You open your mouth, ready to demand why the two of you aren’t still in bed and why he’s acting like this is a normal Tuesday morning when—

He turns on the blender.

The loud whirr of fruit and ice obliterates the tension in the room. Jisung tilts his head back and cackles at the look on your face.

Sighing you round the counter and hop up on it waiting for him to be done. But karma loves to find its way with Han Jisung, so to your pleasant surprise the man sputters at the sight of your bare legs on display on his counter… so close to him. The blender wobbles as he loosens his grip and nearly tips over before he yelps and just shuts it off. an amused smirk sits on your lips as you literally watch the man fumble.

“You alright there Ji?”

“Pft— uh .. I- Yeah of course i’m just u-uh making you breakfast. Gotta uh get some uh nutrients and vitamins in your system after last night.” he manages.

It’s your turn to blush as the memories wash over you again, bringing with them your desire. You squirm slightly, avoiding his eyes as you both settle into an understanding silence as he finishes making your smoothie.

Wordlessly he sets down a cup beside you and pours the contents inside before shuffling around his kitchen and coming back with a straw. Mumbling a ‘thank you’ you go slide off the counter but he gently stops you.

“Just stay right there baby, gotta make sure you eat.”

With a flustered face you remain on the counter until you finish the drink, and then he gently takes it from you and rinses it out before putting it in the sink, turning to you and helping you off the counter onto your feet.

You can’t help but look up at him helplessly, before he sighs softly and slides his hand down your arm to interlace your hands. “Wanna talk?” His head gesturing to the living room.

A nod answers his question, and he tugs gently on your hand, leading you to the couch.

A beat of silence settles between you as you sit side by side before both of you speak at the same time.

“I think I’m in love with you!” “I’m sorry for last night!”

Both of you go wide-eyed as you process what the other just said.

You clear your throat. “Sorry… what did you say?”

Flustered, red rising up his neck and cheeks, he swallows. Ever the gentleman, he gestures to you instead.

“No, no. You first, please.”

You sigh softly, still processing his earlier words. “I think… I’m in love with you.”

“I— uh… I’m— I guess I just wanted to say sorry for last night. I didn’t mean to make you feel obligated to help me. And I said a lot of stuff that I—”

He cuts you off softly.

“Did you mean it though? What you said last night?”

You had cut him off softly with a kiss to his lips. Soft and abrupt because even though the drugs made you feel floaty, you were well aware of what you’re doing and how you’ve felt the last few months.

“Han… I— it’s not just the brownie okay?”

The memories replay in your mind, and chewing your lip, you find yourself nodding. “Every word, Ji… I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable or if you don’t feel the same but I— yeah, I’ve been into you for a couple months now, I guess, and I—”

His warm hand settles over your shaking ones before he sighs and slides one up to your cheek. Your head leans instinctively into his touch.

“Hey… you’re okay. You’re okay. Stop.” His voice softens. “It’s okay. Don’t apologize for last night, please. That would… that would hurt so much.”

He pauses, thumb rubbing gently across your cheekbone.

“I’ve been into you for a while too… God, like I said a minute ago… I think I’m in love with you, actually. Have been for a while.”

He huffs a quiet breath. “You do not need to apologize for last night. I know it’s not the most ideal circumstances for us to finally admit this to each other but… I’m happy regardless.”

At your quiet attention, he grins slightly before leaning closer and whispering softly, “Plus you looked divine under me, baby.”

You squeak in surprise at the sudden shift in his tone, and the two of you laugh softly as you cover your eyes.

“So… you don’t regret last night?”

He gently takes your hands away from your face and tilts your chin so you’re looking into his eyes. His voice deepens.

“The only thing I regret about last night is that you were high out of your mind to the point that I didn’t feel comfortable touching you the way I nee— wanted.”

He takes a slow breath before rubbing his thumb across your cheek again.

“I wanted to make you feel so good, baby. I—”

You shiver and interrupt softly. “You did, Ji.” You meet his eyes earnestly, an underlying whine in your voice.

“You made me feel so good. I promise.”

His eyes practically shine at the praise as he looks down at you. “Yeah, baby? Did you like me coaching you through it?”

Your face warms, and you nod softly. “Ji… I really like you. I have for a long time. And I was so scared to ruin… what we have but… I… I want you so bad, Ji.”

He literally shivers, closing his eyes as he takes a deep, steadying breath.

“I want you… I’ve wanted you for so long, baby.” His voice softens again. “I don’t regret last night. But I want us to do this right, yeah?”

“Han-ah, I feel fine. The drugs are out—”

Han cuts you off with a soft kiss, stealing the rest of your sentence and your breath with it.

It’s gentle. Brief. Just enough to make your brain short-circuit. When he pulls back, your lips are still parted, your chest rising a little faster than before.

“That’s not what I meant…” he murmurs.

Your brows furrow in confusion, your head tilting slightly where it’s still cradled in his hands.

His thumbs brush slowly along your jaw, like he’s memorizing the shape of it.

“Then what did you—”

He exhales a quiet breath through his nose, like he’s trying to steady himself.

“Will you be my girlfriend, baby?”

For a second, the world just… pauses. Your eyes widen, a surprised gasp slipping out before you can stop it. Then your face breaks into a grin so big it almost hurts.

“Yeah, Ji… yeah.” You let out a small, breathless laugh. “Yeah, I would love to.”

Something warm and almost disbelieving flickers across his face, like he’s been holding that question in for far longer than he let on. His forehead drops lightly against yours.

“Good,” he whispers.

His thumbs brush along your cheeks again, slower this time, and his eyes flick down to your mouth before drifting back up. Then he grins, almost evilly, and slides his hands over your bare thighs, tugging you into his lap as he settles back against the couch.

“Because,” he murmurs quietly, his voice rougher now, “I’m a man of my word… and I made a couple of promises last night.”

Your body ripples with excitement as you settle over his lap, your hands automatically going to his shoulders.

The poor man hasn’t realized, or simply hasn’t put together, that when you threw on his hoodie earlier… you quite literally had nothing under it.

So when your thighs settle on either side of his, a soft moan slips out of you as your bare skin brushes against the fabric of his sweats.

Jisung freezes beneath you. For a split second his hands tighten slightly on your thighs, like his brain is trying to process your beautiful reaction. fucking music to his ears.

Then his eyes slowly lift to yours.

“…Baby,” he says slowly, his voice suddenly much deeper than before. His grip on your thighs firms just a little.

Your breath stutters at the pressure, your heart racing faster before you lean down closer to his face.

“God, Ji… will you please kiss me already?”

His surprised laugh is short before he slides a hand into your hair and gently pulls you down to his mouth.

Your fingers twitch against his shoulders, wanting to move, wanting more. And like he always has… he somehow reads your mind.

He mumbles against your lips, voice rough and needy.

“Touch me, baby… need it. Don’t be shy.”

A whimper escapes you as your palms flatten against his sculpted, honey-warm skin. One finger traces the lines of his chest tattoo while your other hand greedily squeezes at the firm muscle beneath your touch.

His soft moans disappear into the tangle of your mouths, swallowed by each kiss, but it only encourages you both.

You hardly register the slow rocking of your own hips until he suddenly curses and bucks up into you.

Gasping, your mouth parts, giving him the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss. His lips press harder against yours, sucking, claiming, tasting like he’s been waiting for this moment far longer than he’ll admit.

His mouth seems to develop a mind of its own as he trails from your lips… to your jaw… then down the curve of your neck.

You shiver instinctively, the reaction immediate. Before you can even think about explaining whether you’re into marking or not, the man has the audacity to bite down and suck at your pulse.

A moan rushes out of you, louder than you meant it to be. Your hands tighten around his biceps for support as his chest shakes beneath you with quiet laughter.

“Yeah,” he murmurs against your skin, clearly pleased with himself. “I knew you’d be into that.”

If your brain wasn’t so muddled, you’d probably be embarrassed. You’ve never been this vocal before, and you’re practically drooling at his cockiness.

Without thinking, you just grab his cheeks gently and kiss him again, both of you groaning at the contact.

This time you lead, repeating the slow path he had just started. Kissing… nipping… sucking along the line of his neck.

Soft whimpers keep spilling out of him, his head tipping back slightly to give you more room.

But his breath quite literally shatters when you grab his hands and place them on your waist under his hoodie.

He swallows hard, trying to look you in the eye, but you’re too focused on the warm skin of his neck. Your lips brush his pulse as you whisper softly against him.

“Please, Ji… please… touch me.”

He releases a deep breath, tipping his head back toward the ceiling in what almost looks like gratitude.

For a brief second, a random thought flickers through his mind. Maybe he won’t kill Hyunjin after all.

“Ji…” you murmur again, voice soft but teasing now. “I know you wanna. You’re always staring at them.”

He curses quietly under his breath, unable to argue as your mouth keeps working along his neck.

His warm hands finally slide higher beneath the hoodie, gliding up your ribcage under the soft fabric. Your own breath stutters. Your mouth stills against his skin the second his palms reach their destination.

When he cups you fully, both of you groan at the contact. His thumbs press instinctively, testing the weight in his hands like he’s been imagining this exact moment for months.

“Hell, fucking yes,” he practically growls as he squeezes and molds. His thumbs move deftly over your peaked nipples, sending a sharp wave of heat through you that makes you whine into his neck.

He chuckles softly, probably ready to tease you when suddenly…

His phone rings.

He groans immediately, clearly annoyed, and frees one hand to check who the hell is interrupting.

The screen reads “Brownie Boy Felix.”

Jisung sighs.

Right.

He’d agreed to breakfast with the rest of the members today. Unfortunately, he’s currently got you straddling him, breathing stuttered as his other hand continues lazily toying with your chest.

To your utter surprise, he slides his thumb across the screen and answers.

Then he nudges his shoulder against you to get your attention. Without removing his hand from under your hoodie, he mouths: “stay quiet for a minute, okay?”

You hear Felix’s bright voice immediately through the phone, and Jisung actually focuses for a second to listen to what the Australian has to say.

Never mind the fact that Han is actively twisting your nipple as he answers casually, “Yeah, Lix? What’s up?”

You bite down hard on your lip, steadying yourself by gripping his shoulders as you faintly hear your blond friend’s accented voice asking about… breakfast?

Han sighs dramatically, then smirks up at you before turning his attention back to the call.

“Yeah… she slept in this morning and hasn’t woken up yet, so we’ll just have to reschedule. Maybe dinner…” He pauses. “Sorry, Lix. Guess the brownies were a little too powerful.” The man has the audacity to wink at you.

On the other end, Felix responds with immediate understanding before launching into a rambling apology from Hyunjin, asking how you’re feeling now.

Meanwhile, the absolute menace beneath you decides that this is the perfect moment to slide the hoodie up higher and latch onto your chest. You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle the moan that jumps up your throat.

Unfortunately for you, Han Jisung is sometimes a creative genius.

Because when a quiet sound still slips past your fingers, he immediately hums into your skin, turning his own low moan into something that sounds suspiciously like a thoughtful “mmhm.”

Felix continues happily chatting away, completely oblivious.

After a few blissfully torturous moments, you catch the soft sigh of Felix through the call.

“Right, well anyway… let us know how she feels when she gets up and yeah maybe we could all get dinner later tonight or this weekend. Love ya, Ji!!”

Han pops off your chest with a quiet sound, a thin string of saliva connecting you both before it finally breaks. He glances up at you, licking his lips slowly as he answers into the phone.

“For sure, Lix. I’ll keep you updated. Love ya too.”

Then he ends the call and tosses his phone carelessly onto the couch. Before you can even process what’s happening, he scoops you up into his arms and stands, carrying you toward his room.

“Well,” he mutters, already walking down the hall, “I’ve teased you long enough.”

He glances down at you, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. “Sorry about that, princess.”

You squeak in surprise, instinctively clinging to his neck. As he walks, you tug the hoodie back down over your torso before shamelessly leaning closer and whispering against his neck,

“I don’t know… it was kinda hot.”

He chuckles, shaking his shaggy hair slightly in amusement before pushing open his bedroom door.

Then he gently settles you down onto his mattress. Oh yes. His cloud-like mattress.

You sink into it immediately, sprawled out beneath him. The hoodie rides up again, your hair a mess across the pillows, bare legs stretched across the sheets.

Jisung pauses at the edge of the bed. Just looking at you.

A quiet chill runs through him before he mutters softly, almost to himself, “What a dream you are.”

His hands run up the span of your legs, and despite everything, he still hasn’t noticed your lack of… underwear.

You squirm under his gaze, though his eyes are locked on yours, and you hardly catch his whisper.

“Can I cash in those promises now, baby?”

You nod so quickly it practically hurts your neck. He smiles softly, tugging on the hoodie strings to pull you into a seated position in front of him.

He nudges his nose against yours and whispers softer, “Babygirl… I’m gonna need your words this time.”

Your lips part, and you nod again before answering, breath shaky, “Please, Ji… touch me. Touch me like you wanted to last night. Touch me like you promised you would.”

His control shatters with a groan, and he rests his forehead against yours as his hands travel down to the hem of your hoodie. You lift your arms, and he slides it off your frame.

He sighs dreamily before… literally sinking to his knees on the floor in front of you. In utter awe, he breathes deeply, mouth slightly open, taking in the bare skin on display before him, as if afraid this isn’t real.

Nervous, yet encouraged by his reaction, you gently part your legs. His chest rises sharply as he physically inhales, licking his lips while his wide eyes flick between your soaked core and your face.

“You’re unreal. I— I literally have no words…”

“Ji,” you breathe out a soft whine, your skin heating under his relentless gaze.

Sensing your plea without words, he shuffles closer, arms and shoulders pressing your legs further apart, and your stomach flips at the slow, deliberate movement.

His nose nudges your thighs and his lips drag wet along your skin. You faintly remember him saying moments ago that he was done with teasing, and almost remind him but you’re cut off with a collective moan the second his mouth finds your heat.

His tongue slides through your slick, moaning unashamedly against your core. His hands already have a firm grip on your hips, and it barely registers that your knees are resting over his shoulders.

You can’t tell who moans louder when his plump lips wrap around your clit, sucking generously, and your hips buck instinctively against him. He lavishes in your taste, lapping at you thoroughly, until he feels your fingers tangled in his hair.

You’re a stunning, chaotic mess under him—hips bucking, fingers clutching, moans and cries spilling shamelessly from you. It only spurs him on. He sucks and licks with more intention, sliding his tongue down to your hole and thrusting experimentally.

A cry falls from your lips as your back arches off the bed, and he can’t help but chuckle at his newfound obsession.

He continues until you plead, short gasps and shaky breaths rattling out between words.

“Ji… Ji, I—”

He grins, lifting his head and replacing his tongue with a finger.

“Oh yeah, baby, I know… I can tell. You don’t get as mouthy with me when you’re close.”

Part of you wants to rebel, to swat him for his cockiness but your body betrays you, clenching instinctively around his finger.

He dips down, licking over your bud again as he slides a second finger inside you.

Holy shit. He feels so good. You’ve never felt this close for anyone this soon. The heat coils in your abdomen, building and building, and your whimpers grow louder, spilling out of you uncontrollably.

He lifts his head just as he drives you over the edge, and grins with awe. “What a fucking rockstar… singing so beautifully for me.”

You cry out, whining as he works you through it, your body twitching softly with overstimulation before he eases his hand away. He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a hum, and you can’t help but watch in awe.

His eyes lock with yours as he slides his fingers out with a wet pop, then leans down to kiss you.

“Gonna record you one day,” he murmurs against your lips, “layer your beautiful sounds into my favorite track. Bet you’ll be a global #1 best seller.”

He steals your breath with a searing kiss, and your hands run up his chest and into his hair, tugging him impossibly closer.

“Ji… fuck… baby, I need to feel you.”

His hands slide up your torso soothingly, thumbs brushing under your breasts before he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes.

“Yeah?” he breathes, hot against your neck.

Your hips buck again, pressing against the front of his sweats. You gasp softly when you feel him there, solid and warm against you, and the completely unfiltered moan that rips through his chest against your skin makes your stomach flip.

That sound alone is enough to make you shift.

Before he can process it, you push at his shoulders and flip your positions, straddling him on the bed.

His big, beautiful boba eyes look up at you, wide with surprise before he huffs out a breathy laugh.

“Baby— what are you—”

You just grin down at him.

Then you lean forward, remembering that passing thought from earlier. I want to trace his tattoos with my tongue.

Your swollen lips latch onto his chest, sucking softly as the tip of your tongue swirls over the dark ink etched into his skin. He shudders instantly beneath you.

“Oh— f-fuck… baby—”

The shaky whimper that follows sends a pulse of pride straight through your chest.

You grin against his skin.

Slowly, deliberately, you nip, suck, and lap across his chest and over the firm muscle there, dragging your tongue along the lines of his tattoo.

“Wh— what are you doing?” he breathes, voice breaking into a soft laugh. Your tongue trails lower.

“Baby— wait—”

You don’t stop.

You move down his abdomen, kissing and licking along the ridges of his stomach before reaching the ink along his side. The second your tongue traces it, his entire body jerks beneath you.

“Oh my god—” His hands come up to grip the sheets beside him, completely unsure where to put them.

“Y-you’re— shit— you’re killing me right now…”

You lift your pretty, fluttering eyelashes at him as you kiss down to his hip bone, fingers toying with the strings of his sweats.

“Can I see you, Ji? Please?”

He swallows almost comically before nodding very enthusiastically, his brown curls shaking with urgency.

“Y-yeah— yeah, baby— please…”

Smiling, you tug down his sweats, and you gasp softly when his cock springs free and slaps up against his stomach.

A groan tears out of him.

Your mouth parts, practically drooling. Fuck, he’s pretty everywhere. The boys weren’t kidding when they said Jisung has the sexiest body.

His whining interrupts your thoughts.

“Babygirl… you’re stariiinng.”

You huff out a quiet laugh before tracing a manicured nail slowly along his length. “Mm, you’ll be fine. I had to suffer under you practically memorizing me earlier.”

He juts out his bottom lip in a playful pout, but his breath catches sharply the moment your soft hand wraps around him.

“O-ohh—”

His hips instinctively buck into your grip, and you watch him with open fascination. Meeting his eyes, you lean closer, your breath ghosting across his skin.

“Hannie… can I taste you?”

For a second, he just stares at you. Then his entire body shudders. “Oh my god— baby—”

His hand flies to his face as he lets out a helpless, breathy laugh.

“Yeah… please. I-I need it, baby. Yes.”

You nearly laugh at his eagerness, but honestly you can’t blame him.

You crawl forward, your hands roaming freely over his honey-tinted skin as you lower your head and wrap your pretty lips around him.

He literally shivers.

His fingers grip the sheets beneath him as you swirl your tongue around his pretty tip, sucking experimentally and humming with quiet satisfaction at the sound of his moans.

“Oh— fuck… baby…”

His hips shift beneath you, instinctively chasing the warmth of your mouth. You grip his sculpted thighs for stability as you take him deeper, your lips stretching around him.

He’s a blubbering mess now.

His hands slide into your hair, fingers tightening gently as praises start spilling from him like the lyrics of his next platinum track. “Fucking divine… you’re perfect, baby… oh my god…” He pants the words over and over, voice cracking with every breath.

“Baby— shit— just like that—”

Your eyes flutter up at him as you hollow your cheeks, and the broken sound that rips out of him makes your stomach flip.

“Fuck— you’re killing me…”

You barely register the moment his control finally snaps. His hands tighten in your hair before he gently tugs you upward.

Suddenly his plump lips are crashing into yours, desperate and messy, tasting faintly of you.

He’s mumbling between kisses, breath shaky as he pulls you into his lap again. “Needa… feel… you…” His forehead presses against yours as he breathes hard, arms wrapping tight around your waist. “Please… now… baby… please.”

You nod eagerly, and the two of you fall into messy kisses, squeezing and roaming over whatever skin either of you can reach.

You arch in his lap when his fingers slide down between the two of you, circling your clit gently. You cry out against his shoulder.

He smiles fondly at the sound before lifting your hips effortlessly, guiding his length through your wetness teasingly.

A quiet groan vibrates in his chest as he watches you react. His voice, when he speaks, is deeper and raspier than you’ve ever heard it, sending pleasure racing up your spine.

“Are you ready, pretty girl?”

Your skin is hot and flushed, fingers gripping his shoulders as you look into the eyes of the man you’ve secretly been in love with for months… trusted for years.

You nod softly and whisper the words you know he loves most.

“Please, Jisung.”

The reaction is immediate.

His breath catches, eyes softening as a small smile pulls at his lips. “Yeah?” he murmurs. He kisses your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. “Such good manners, baby…”

When you feel the first press of his tip at your entrance, he seals your lips with his own. Your mouths part with a shared, shuddering exhale as you slowly sink down onto him.

He groans low into your mouth, arms tightening around your waist.

“Oh— fuck… baby…”

You sit fully in his lap while he whispers encouragement against your skin. “That’s it… that’s it, pretty girl…”

His nose brushes along your cheek as he presses soft kisses along your jaw.

“Doing so good… taking me so well…”

You shudder in his lap as you tentatively shift your hips over him, causing you both to moan. Your head drops to his shoulder with a pleasurable wince.

“Fuck, Ji… you’re… you’re so big,” you breathe out.

The man has the audacity to fucking giggle.

Your head whips up in disbelief, but his hands slide to your waist and gently rock you again. The movement pulls another broken moan from your throat. “Whaa—?”

He grins, dazed, shaking his shaggy hair as he presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles against your skin, voice still breathy with laughter. “Something about you saying that just reminded me of like… all the manga and anime I’ve read before.”

Another slow rock of his hips makes your fingers dig into his shoulders. “Never thought I’d hear it from you.”

You can’t help but laugh at his absurdness. “Oh my god, Ji… you’re gonna be the death of me.”

He laughs again, softer this time, nudging your chin up so your eyes meet.

“Worth it,” he murmurs.

Then he rocks his hips upward again, stealing your breath as the new angle pushes him deeper inside you. His eyes stay trained on you as you slowly lean back, resting your hands on his thighs and showing off your body as you grind your hips over him.

Breathless, glistening, panting above him. He can’t help but stare in awe, his hands roaming over your sides and chest fondly. A breathless whistle slips out of him.

“Look at you… fuck,” he pants softly. “Baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous… I’m not gonna last.”

Your heavy eyes lift to his, and the intensity of that gaze steals the air from both of you. Encouraged, you move more deliberately, rocking your hips up and down his length. His warmth ignites you from the inside as he hits that spot again and again.

“Oh— shit—” he breathes, head tipping back for a second before his eyes snap back to you. “You feel— fuck— so good…”

He watches you like he’s afraid this moment might disappear if he blinks. His hands brush your hair out of your face before sliding soothingly down your sides again. One hand squeezes gently at your chest while his plump lips follow, kissing the soft skin there.

“Baby… baby…” he murmurs between kisses, voice shaky.

Your own whines catch in the small space between you, and you reach for his hand instinctively. He laces your fingers together immediately, gently tugging you forward until your chest presses flush against his.

Your lips meet feverishly. His hands settle on your hips, steadying you as you grind over him, both of you chasing the same inevitable ruin.

“Hannie…” you whine softly against his lips. He nips at your bottom lip in response, breath shuddering out of him.

“I know, babygirl… I know.” His voice is low, rough with praise. “You’re doing so good, aren’t you?”

You whimper at the words, your walls tightening around him. Both of you gasp softly at the sudden squeeze.

“Oh— fuck— baby—” he breathes, forehead pressing briefly against yours.

His hand slides up to your neck, gentle fingers brushing your hair behind your ear. Then his palm settles against your jaw, thumb guiding your mouth back to his. The kiss is slower this time, deeper.

“Come on, rockstar,” he murmurs against your lips. His nose brushes yours as his hips rock up to meet you again.

“Sing for me one more time.”

He leans back, one hand sliding into your hair as you shatter around him, pulsing and squeezing him tightly as you cry out. He drinks in every single second of it.

With a gasping breath, you ride through your high before dropping your head back onto his shoulder. You tiredly mouth at his neck, still rolling your hips against him as he nears his peak.

With a slow drag of your lips along his throat, he groans and suddenly presses your hips down harder, pushing deep inside you as his whole body shudders through his release.

“Oh— fuck… baby…”

A comfortable, almost stunned silence settles between you afterward.Your hands drift up his arms soothingly while he rubs slow circles across your back.

Then the realization hits.

You just had sex with your best friend.

Heat rushes to your face and you hide in his neck with a quiet giggle. He laughs softly, already reading you like he always does. His fingers slide into your hair as he hums contentedly.

“Not that I need to tell you… but that was incredible.”

His voice is softer now, rough and completely wrecked.

“You’re incredible, baby.”

You ease back enough to meet his eyes, something fond and warm settling in your chest. Leaning forward, you press a small kiss to his lips.

“It was.” Another kiss follows, this one nipping playfully at his pouty bottom lip before you whisper,

“Though I will say… I never expected you to be the soft dom type.”

He gasps dramatically, eyes going wide. “Excuse you! How dare you,” he protests, completely offended.

“I’m so… dominant.”

You can’t help but giggle as he literally whines through his argument. Shaking your head with a smile, you barely register the way his grin turns mischievous before he suddenly flips you onto your back with a laugh.

He hovers over you, wearing the most adorable grin before nipping at your cheek.

“Just wait, baby,” he murmurs. “I’ll show you just how dom I can be for my babygirl.”

He winks.

Then he gently slides out, both of you grimacing softly at the sensitivity. “Sorry, sorry,” he murmurs immediately, hands rubbing soothingly over your thighs.

After one last affectionate squeeze, he slips off the bed and heads toward the bathroom. A moment later he returns with a warm towel in hand. He hums softly as he gently swipes it over your legs, movements careful and tender.

“Shh, shh, baby.”

You smile at him fondly while he finishes cleaning you up, pressing a quick kiss to your thigh when he’s done.

“Hannie…”

You tug lightly at his arm, and he leans forward again, settling partly over you and pressing soft kisses to your cheeks.

“Yes?”

You hum thoughtfully, looking up at him with an innocent little smile.

“Why was Hyunjin experimenting with aphrodisiacs and giving them to y’all?”

His ears turn bright red instantly. Then he stutters, scrambling off you with a nervous laugh while searching around the room for a shirt.

“I— uh— um—” He drags one over his head and shrugs awkwardly, still blushing. “Felix invited us to dinner!” he blurts. “He’s worried about you, so we should probably go. Let’s— uh— let’s get ready, baby. Come on.”

You can’t help but laugh at how flustered he suddenly is. Shaking your head, you let him pull you out of the bed.

You guess that’s a question for another day.

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y’all i’m like partially cringing. i’m so nervous about this one. ILL BE RAW WITH YOU (like they were) I’ve literally never had sex… experimented yes but not… all the way so to write this without experience?! let’s just say thank for you books, fanfictions and dining wattpad when I was 13 😅

Hopefully it was half decent, apologies if the actual stuff felt rushed or unrealistic…

kindly… let me know how I did please! Hope you enjoy my beautiful fallen angels🖤

Until next time,

So much love and gratitude,

Senna ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

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