pairing: Hyunjin x f!reader
wc: 3.8K
genre: smut (mdni) + angst with a happy ending (eventually)
series tags/warnings: friends to fwb to lovers, breakup/infidelity (in backstory), switch!hyunjin, switch!reader
chapter tags/warnings: (f) masturbation, porn mention, nipple play, oral (m and f receiving), cum swallowing
part one // part two // part three
masterlist
Summary: The arrangement is just friends helping each other out. It doesn't have to mean anything, and it definitely won't hurt anyone's feelings, or ruin the friendship—as long as Hyunjin can keep his damn mouth shut.
a/n: This one combines some of my all-time favorite tropes, including "the sex scenes are the plot" and "they're regularly folding each other like laundry but can't talk about their feelings." Enjoy!
The whole thing started because you’d forgotten that you’d given him a key.
You’d been facing the ceiling for an hour and a half, sprawled on your bed, hair fanned out on the pillow underneath you, your hand buried between your thighs. Your laptop sat nearby, the muffled sounds of some porn video on loop, the speakers shoved into the sheets as you maneuvered your body, searching for the right position, the correct angle. Your eyes were screwed shut, not in pleasure, but in frustration. You had been at it for so long, and you still couldn’t seem to make yourself come.
It was four months since the breakup. The discovery. The horrible, sudden realization that your boyfriend, who you’d actually started to see a future with, had betrayed you. And it wasn’t even an interesting betrayal; cheating was the most cliche devastation you could think of. It would have been boring if it hadn’t thrown you into a downward spiral.
You’d spent the last three months rebuilding your sense of self, piece by piece, first because you had gotten tired of sobbing all the time, and then out of a burgeoning sense of spite. You were ready to reclaim this part of you too—or at least, you had thought you were, until you actually lay back to try.
Now all you felt was annoyance. Your fingers just wouldn’t do it, couldn’t find the correct angle. Maybe they were too short? Every time the pads of your fingers circled your clit, it just made you mad. You weren’t even horny anymore, just committed, like you weren’t going to let your own damn body betray you too. But nothing, nothing was working.
You were so focused on willing anything to work that you didn’t hear the front door of your apartment opening. Didn’t hear familiar footsteps approach your bedroom door. Didn’t hear anything until Hyunjin’s voice floated in ahead of him: “I’m starving, think we should order—Jesus Christ, y/n—”
You yelped and pulled the bedsheet over yourself. “What are you doing?” you shrieked at him.
“Me? What are you doing?” he replied, frozen in your bedroom doorway.
“I’m in my own apartment!”
“You gave me a key!”
“That was for when I was having an emotional crisis and couldn’t reliably get to the door!” you snapped. “Not for whenever you want to waltz in!”
“You knew I was coming over tonight!” he said. “Do I have to pretend you didn’t give me the key? I didn’t know I needed to make sure you were clothed before I entered your apartment at the appointed time of our hangout!”
“What time is it?” you said, glancing at your clock. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was so late.”
“Yeah,” he said, “because you were... busy.”
Your face reddened. “Shut up. Don’t remind me.”
Now that you weren’t both yelling at each other, he gave a half-grin. “Having too good of a time? Lost track of time?”
You let out a frustrated breath. “I wish.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Haven’t fucking orgasmed in four months, and now I can’t even...” You trailed off, clearing your throat. “Anyway. Can you close the door so I can put some clothes on?”
He didn’t move from his position. “You can’t make yourself come?”
You glared at him. “If you turn this into a joke, I will implode.”
He considered you carefully, eyes sweeping over you, almost clinically. Then, with a tiny one-shoulder shrug, he said, “Want help?”
You gaped at him. He just stood there, hands in his pockets, leaning nonchalantly against your door frame with his lithe body like he hadn’t just said something insane. “Haha, very funny,” you muttered, pulling the sheet up higher.
“Not a joke,” he said. “Maybe you just need one to get yourself... restarted.”
“It’s not like jumping a car,” you said, the irritation bleeding through your tone.
He eyed you for a moment longer, then just shrugged, reaching for the doorknob. “Okay, forget I said anything.”
The door was mostly closed when you said sharply, “Wait.”
This was a bad idea. He knew it was a bad idea. But letting you lie there frustrated seemed like a worse idea at the moment than offering himself up. He knew he could make you feel good. He’d imagined it, fantasized about it, craved it so badly that the idea itself was enough to make him half-hard already. He’d been good, agonizingly good, tucking those feelings away where they couldn’t reach you, even when you were sobbing your eyes out over your rat bastard of an ex and he wanted to burn the whole world down for you. But right now, with the image of you sprawled out that had just been handed to him instead of conjured from his imagination, he couldn’t remember exactly why this offer would be a bad idea.
You fidgeted with the edge of the blanket. “What would that... mean.”
He willed the most calm he’d ever possessed into his voice. “Wouldn’t have to mean anything,” he said. “Just a friend helping another friend out.”
“You make it sound like you’re helping me move,” you said flatly. “Won’t it be weird? I don’t want to... ruin our friendship.”
“Friends hook up sometimes,” he said. “But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I just thought I’d offer.”
You exhaled. He watched the sheet atop you sink over your skin, imagined it was him instead of the sheet, hoped against hope that you were seriously considering this.
“Okay, but...” You cleared your throat. “We’re not doing this only in one direction. I’m not a charity case. Orgasms for everybody.”
His knees nearly buckled. “You don’t have to—”
“Shut up,” you said, face flushing furiously red. “I will die of embarrassment if I’m the only one having fun here.”
There was no good way to tell you that if he was allowed to have his hands on you, it wasn’t going to be a problem, so he just nodded. “Okay. Deal.”
“And if you hate it then we can laugh about it and you can warn all my future boyfriends about my lack of sexual prowess.”
Luckily, you didn’t seem to want a response, because what was he supposed to say? That it was physically and spiritually impossible for him not to enjoy your touch? You jerked your head sideways to motion him into the room. He took a few cautious steps forward, mind spinning. Was he dreaming? He dug a single fingernail into his hip to check, the sting dragging him to the present moment.
He stood there awkwardly next to the bed above you. You still clutched the sheet to your naked chest.
“I feel underdressed,” you said, huffing a laugh. “Could you...”
He shed his shirt in one smooth motion, discarding it to the floor. Your eyes widened. “Fuck,” you breathed.
“What?” he said, suddenly alarmed.
You glanced back at his face, embarrassed. “No, you’re fine. Gym really makes a difference, huh?”
He watched your eyes roam his chest, his shoulders, his arms, his torso. Everywhere your gaze landed, warmth bloomed under his skin.
You scooted over on the bed toward the wall, leaving room for him to sit. He moved slowly, trying not to startle you, in case you might see him coming toward you too quickly and change your mind. But you were barely looking at him now, eyes trained downward, face red.
“If it’s too weird—” he began.
“No, no, we can do it. I’m just trying to figure out how to start,” you said.
“I could kiss you?” he suggested, trying to keep his tone light. “Doesn’t have to be on your mouth. Could be on your cheek?”
“Okay,” you said, voice barely audible.
His heart was pounding out of his chest. He leaned in very close and carefully, as softly as he could, pressed his lips to the curve of your cheek.
You inhaled just a little, sharp.
“That okay?” he said quietly.
You just nodded, still not looking at him.
“Okay. I’ll keep going,” he said. “Tell me if you want me to stop, or slow down, or speed up, or change anything, okay?”
You nodded again, more firmly this time.
“Use your words if you’re still with me.”
You huffed, shoulders sagging a little. “Yes. Just... keep going.”
You hadn’t realized how horrifically touch-starved you’d been until he kissed your cheek once, twice more, and then slowly trailed down to your jawline. One soft press of his lips just along your jawbone had your skin buzzing, and another press, this time to your neck, made you gasp. “That good?” he murmured against your skin.
“Yeah, it’s... it’s good,” you breathed. “Keep going.”
Encouraged, he reached forward and brushed your waist gently over the sheet with one hand. His mouth continued a soft, slow path down the column of your neck, and you tilted your head on instinct to allow him greater access. His pace was dreamlike, one brief point of contact melting into the next, making your eyes flutter closed so you could concentrate on each one. He paused at the curve where your neck met your shoulder and ran his tongue over the skin there, hot and wet, before continuing downward to your collarbone. He cataloged every soft breath you released, noting exactly how your muscles relaxed by increments, and when your next gasp sounded more like a whimper, he whispered, “Lie back for me.”
Gently, he guided you onto your back, laying your head carefully on the pillow. Your grip on the sheet had released, and he eased one hand around the edge. “Can I?” he said.
“Okay,” you said, sounding far away.
He peeled it down your body, exposing your chest to the air, and lowered his mouth to one nipple, sucking it gently. The gasp that spilled from your mouth was electric, making him tense against you.
“Sensitive?” he said, teasing, nearly panting from restraint.
“Fuck—Jin—”
He flattened his tongue against it, then lightly grazed it with his teeth. Your back arched, pushing your chest into him, as you huffed out something between a laugh and a moan.
The sound went straight through him. He was getting dizzy with arousal already, and he had to rein it in. One wrong word and he was going to ruin this for both of you.
He moved to your other breast, curling his lips around the nipple, bringing his hand up to roll and pinch the first one between his fingertips, trying not to let himself realize the gravity of what was happening. You were breathing heavy, every other breath coming out a whimper, your eyes shut like you were concentrating on every sensation.
“Don’t go quiet on me,” he murmured against your skin. “Let me hear you.”
You opened your eyes just as he grazed your second nipple with his teeth, making a quiet little ah-ah-ah fall from your lips.
“There we go,” he said, satisfied. “Gotta tell me what you like, hm?”
He swirled his tongue around it once more before trailing down to the underside of your breast, then slowly, very slowly down your torso, placing little kisses as he went, every so often grazing with his teeth to hear you gasp again. When he reached the top of the blanket, which covered you from the waist down, he put one hand on your hip and drew a soft, comforting circle with his thumb. “Doing okay?”
You nodded, your breath hitching. “Good. Really good.”
“I’m going to take this off now, okay?” he said, as steadily as he could manage.
You nodded again, and he very slowly slid the sheet away.
He managed not to look directly at your pussy at first, mostly because he wasn’t sure he could swallow the very embarrassing sound he was sure he’d make on instinct. Your legs were very slightly open, your body sinking into the mattress, but he rolled to the side and trailed a line of kisses over your hip and down the outside of your thigh, carefully, while he braced himself. When he reached your knee, he planted one kiss directly on your kneecap, and then he reached down and took one knee into each hand, spreading your legs wider so he could settle in between them.
The smell of your arousal hit him like a freight train. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and he let out a strained, “Fuck,” without meaning to.
You looked down at him. “What?”
He just shook his head, trying to recover. “You’re so wet,” he said, eyes glued to your soaked core. “It’s hot as fuck.”
You smiled and exhaled, half a laugh, before lying back on the pillow again. He kissed your inner thigh lightly, making your breath hitch again, and then he kissed it again, a little firmer this time. You sighed shakily above him. He ran his tongue all the way up your thigh, getting close to your core, and then pulled off and did the same on the other side. You laughed breathlessly, and he thought he heard you say, “Fucking tease,” under your breath, before he licked a stripe up your folds, making you gasp loudly. It sounded like heaven.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he murmured, feeling a little crazed, before taking your clit into his mouth. He turned all his concentration to this one point, alternating between flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it, until your breath was coming in ragged gasps and your hips started to roll against his face.
“Use me, come on, just like that,” he groaned as you reached down to grip his hair, anchoring yourself to some semblance of reality. Your thighs started to close around his head, and he thought for a second that if you smothered him, he would die happy. But instead of letting you, he reached up and pinned one leg to the mattress, holding you open so he could slide a finger through your folds and inside you.
You cried out, hips bucking hard, but he kept you in place, sucking on your clit and stroking you until he found a gummy spot inside that made you choke on a scream.
“Fuck, Hyun—”
“Right there, yeah?” he said, looking up at your face, his lips swollen and his chin glistening. He stroked it again and watched your eyes roll back, and he felt his cock jump at the sight. He wanted to keep you there, in that fog of pleasure, as long as he could, but he also remembered his purpose. Another finger joined the first, and you bit off a moan.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Pretty pussy like a vice, taste so good, fuck,” and then his mouth was back on you, working you in tandem with his fingers.
Your walls began to flutter erratically, and he committed to his pace, listening as your moans began to increase in volume and your hand tightened in his hair. The pull grounded him, tethered him to his goal.
“Hyun,” you whimpered, sounding near tears, “Hyun, I’m gonna—”
His answering groan reverberated through you and pushed you over the edge. You came hard, thighs closing around his ears as they shook, your cries echoing off the walls. He worked you through every wave. As you came down, he craved to keep going, to eat you out until you were overstimulated and crying, but he dug his nails into his own thigh to drag himself back to reality and instead sat back as your legs fell apart.
You lay on the bed, boneless and spent, as he crawled up next to you, leaving a few inches of space between you so you wouldn’t feel crowded or obligated to curl into him. Everything inside of him was screaming to touch you, to grab you and mark you and take you again, but he wouldn’t survive ruining this and scaring you away with every filthy thought in his head. So he lay there, studying your face, as you both caught your breath.
“Fuck,” you breathed finally, turning your head to look at him.
He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “Good?”
“Yeah,” you laughed. “Good. Really good.”
He felt an insane swell of pride in his chest, and he had to swallow again. He wasn’t in his body anymore; all he could feel was a floaty euphoria, severed from any physical sensation. He’d done good, he’d made you feel good, he’d done what he’d promised, and you’d—
You sat up suddenly, and dragged him up with you. “Okay, your turn. Sit up.”
“What—”
You pulled him to the edge of the bed and dropped to your knees in front of him, and he was violently pulled back into his body, the sudden sensation of being hot, sweaty, and rock-hard in his pants. He wasn’t sure how he had managed not to come. “Hang on—”
“This was the deal,” you said, eying his bulge. He was going to die of mortification any second now. Then you looked up at him. “Unless you don’t want to.”
His mouth went slack as he tried to form any sort of response to that. Unfortunately, the only thing that his brain would supply was a steady pounding of I-love-you-I-love-you along with his heartbeat, and he couldn’t let it slip through his lips, so he just made a vague sound and nodded, hoping you’d take the hint.
You rested your hands on his knees, and he had to brace to keep from whining. “Jinnie? Do you want me to stop?”
This he could answer honestly. “No.”
You nodded, looking more determined than anything, and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his pants. The blood rushed in his ears as he lifted his hips to help you.
You wasted no time once his pants were off, and he felt a pang of vague gratitude that you weren’t going to tease him or work him up, as painfully hard as he already was. His hands gripped the sheets behind him as you sat back on your heels to look at him, flushed and dripping. A faint bloom of mortification unfurled in his chest—could you tell that he was more turned on than he could ever remember being in his life? Were you going to read into it? Carefully, you leaned forward and took him in the palm of your hand.
Electricity shot up his spine as you stroked him, spreading his pre-cum all up his length to smooth your motions. His head lolled, the muscles in his neck no longer responding to him. “Feels good,” he mumbled, concentrating on not coming immediately.
“Yeah?” you said, and the teasing in your voice made his eyes flutter.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
You leaned even closer and pressed a soft kiss to his tip, making his jaw drop. “Fuck, fuck,” he said as you took the tip into your mouth and swirled your tongue around it, mapping its ridges slowly. “So good—so good—your mouth—ah, just like that, ah—”
You took him deeper, inch by inch, bobbing your head gently, pulling back every so often to pace yourself. Hyunjin mumbled through it, trying to stay present. “Fuck, your mouth is so hot—stay here forever—god, you look so hot with your mouth full of me—I’m not gonna last—”
Your hands slid up to his thighs as your nose met his hipbone and his tip hit the back of your throat. You gagged lightly, sucking in a breath through your nose, and Hyunjin whined high in the back of his throat. Then you swallowed around him, and he saw stars.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, his head thrown back, “that’s it, choke on me—”
You bobbed your head around him in earnest, and he choked on his next breath. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna come, let me—”
He scrabbled blindly toward your nightstand, hoping there would be a handful of tissues he could grab to contain his mess, but you clamped his thighs to the mattress. He looked down at you, hazy and confused, and at the look you gave him through your eyelashes, heavy and burning and pinning him in place, he came immediately.
Curses spilled from his lips as you swallowed him down, his thighs quaking in your hold. His arms gave out and he collapsed backward onto the bed, moaning, as he spilled into your mouth. You stayed through the aftershocks, lapping up everything he gave you, until he eventually stilled, his chest still rising and falling like he’d sprinted a mile. He felt you slide off him with a pop, and he heard you lick your lips clean of his cum. Obscene. He grinned helplessly, an arm thrown over his face.
You crawled onto the bed behind him and curled up on the far side. He looked at you upside down from his position and laughed, exhausted.
“Give me a second,” he said, words a little slurred.
“Take your time,” you said, a grin in your voice. “You good?”
It took him a moment to sort through answers he felt he could give to that question. “Very,” he said finally.
“You sure have a mouth on you,” you said as he pulled himself all the way back onto the bed, eventually managing to situate his head on the other pillow, facing you. “You always talk like that in bed?”
His face heated. “Sorry, I—”
“No, don’t apologize,” you said. “It was good. Very hot. Sounded like you were into it. It helped.”
He opened his mouth, found he had nothing he could possibly say to that, and closed it again.
You grinned, satisfied, and your eyes closed. He studied your face, his heart racing. He’d just done that, and now it was ingrained in his mind forever. He had to hold on to every second of it. He wanted to memorize it, paint it, live in it. The worry that he’d let you both take it too far buzzed around the edges, but it couldn’t touch the fireworks in his chest. Not yet.
Eventually, your eyes opened, and you reached out to grab his hand. He offered you the clean one. “Thank you,” you whispered.
He just nodded, unable to speak.
You sat up then, running a hand through your hair. “Okay, I’ll shower, then you can, and then we have to order food. I’m starving after all that.”
He nodded again wordlessly as you hopped out of bed, casual and naked, like nothing had changed. And nothing had changed, he reminded himself. This was a friend doing another friend a favor, and that’s all it was. When the door to the bathroom shut behind you, he rolled over onto his back, staring blankly at the ceiling.
“Shit,” he whispered to himself. “What did I just do.”
a/n: I'm currently working on part 3 so the wait for the rest shouldn't be too long. Thanks for reading!
summary: moving in with your best friend changbin and his ridiculously attractive roommate hyunjin is already dangerous enough, but when you discover what his job is, your curiosity leads you to some incredible places, like his bedroom or his bed
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you hadn’t been informed of… well… that.
moving in with your best friend changbin had seemed like the most natural decision in the world. rent prices were ridiculous and your previous lease had ended at the worst possible time, and one night over dinner, changbin had mentioned that his apartment had a spare room now that his friend seungmin had moved out.
“just move in with us”, he had said as he shoved another piece of meat into his mouth, “it’ll be fun and you’ll save money. and i know hyunjin won’t mind either”
that seemed easy and simple, the perfect solution.
you’d known changbin all your life and you trusted him blindly. somehow your friendship had stuck despite your completely opposite personalities and years later he was still the first person you called whenever something good or catastrophically bad happened. naturally, that meant you also knew most of the people in his life, including hwang hyunjin, changbin’s roommate and his closest friend, apart from you obviously.
hyunjin is also the ridiculously attractive man you’ve spent years pretending you don’t have the world’s most embarrassing crush on, but that’s not really important right now. because really, what is there to say? only that hyunjin is unfairly beautiful.
hyunjin is the kind of person who looks like he’s walked out of a fashion show every single day. long dark hair one day and then the next one, a blond buzz cut - you still remember the gasp you let out when you saw him that day - still looking like a model, with his oversized clothes and his expensive rings decorating his elegant fingers. your favourite part of him is his eyes, the same eyes that somehow manage to look both intimidating and impossibly soft depending on who he is looking at.
you’d met him more times that you could count - birthday dinners, movie nights, karaoke sessions, late night convenience store runs, group vacations. just everything, because if you’re part of changbin’s circle that means you’re part of everything he does.
hyunjin is easy to be around, quiet at first but surprisingly playful once he gets comfortable. a little dramatic and clumsy, yes, but ridiculously affectionate with the people he loves, even if he sometimes pretends not to be. you’ve watched him and changbin bicker over lots of things like an old married couple more times than you care to admit.
but nothing has ever happened between hyunjin and you, and nothing will ever happen, you had accepted that years ago. your crush exists quietly in the background of your life like a song you occasionally remember.
is it embarrassing? absolutely.
is it manageable? mostly.
but living with him… well, that certainly could complicate things a bit.
on moving day, you’d found them halfway through another one of their ridiculous arguments because hyunjin had apparently put together the new desk in your room while changbin supervised which, according to hyunjin, actually meant getting in the way. but as soon as they realised you were there, hyunjin looked over at you with that tiny amused smile of his and his eyes bright.
“welcome home”
he said two words, simple and friendly, yet somehow they’d settled somewhere annoyingly warm inside your chest.
the next few days passed as you unpacked your stuff and tried to get used to your new home, but everything else felt normal and comfortable, exactly like you’d imagined living with them would be like. it was nice, really nice, and you could already tell living with them was going to work, which is probably why what happened later caught you so completely off guard.
you had been living with them for a week or so. dinner had been cleaned up and hyunjin had disappeared into his room saying he had some work to do, closing the door behind him. you hadn’t thought much about it because you knew he worked from home, something related to computers. that was all you knew, you’d never asked more and it wasn’t really your business if he never explained or said anything else.
you were sitting on the sofa with changbin as you tried to choose a movie when he suddenly paused halfway through scrolling.
“y/n, i forgot to tell you something”
those words rarely lead to anything good.
you narrowed your eyes, “what?”
he scratched the back of his neck, “so…”
“so?”
“you know hyunjin works from home, right?”
“... yeah?”, you asked him, not knowing where the conversation was going.
“well, sometimes, you’ll probably hear… things”
you looked at him, still not understanding anything, “what things?”
changbin looked towards hyunjin’s closed door before lowering his voice for absolutely no reason.
“i just thought you should know what he actually does”
“okay?”
“he… uh…”, he said as he rubbed his face, “hyunjin’s a camboy”
silence.
complete and utter silence.
“he’s a what?”, you asked him.
“a camboy”
you stared at him and he stared back at you. surely you had misheard. maybe he had said cowboy? yeah, that had to be it.
“no”, you said slowly, “i definitely heard that wrong”
“you didn’t”, he said, still looking at you.
“he’s… a… like…”, you said as you made a vague gesture with both of your hands, “a camboy?”
changbin nodded his head, “yeah”
“so he does, what… livestreams?”
“yeah”
“and people pay?”
“yeah”, he said again.
“that hyunjin?”, you said as you gestured towards his bedroom.
changbin snorted, “yes, that hyunjin”
your mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, “okay, i… i mean… wow”
you replayed every time hyunjin casually excused himself saying he had work before he moved to his room or every time he didn’t go out with all of you because he stayed home working.
you had always assumed, well… anything except that. you weren’t opposed to it, that wasn’t the issue here. people could do whatever they wanted to do, and if that worked for him, then good for him.
it was just unexpected, wildly unexpected.
things should have ended there, after that conversation with changbin, because it wasn’t really your business and hyunjin was still hyunjin. learning what he did for work didn’t suddenly change everything about him, or at least, it shouldn’t have.
and yet, the following days proved to be considerably more difficult than you expected because every single time you looked at him, you remembered your conversation with changbin.
there hyunjin was, standing in the kitchen as he prepared breakfast.
he’s a camboy.
hyunjin was sitting on the sofa, his sketchbook balanced on his knee as he draw something while watching a movie.
he’s a camboy.
hyunjin walked past you in the hallway with his hair damp after a shower.
“good morning, y/n”
“good morning, hyunjin”
he’s a camboy.
you hated it, genuinely, because it was unfair, you didn’t want your perception of him to now revolve around his way of living. people were more than their jobs. if changbin had told you hyunjin was a chef, you wouldn’t spend every waking moment imagining him in a kitchen. so why was your brain being so incredibly unhelpful now?
every time the thought appeared, you tried to shove it away. hyunjin’s your friend and now your roommate as well, he’s the same hyunjin you’d known for years.
but as the days passed, little questions kept appearing out of nowhere.
how long had he been doing it?
how had he even started?
did many people watch him?
how did any of it even work?
then, the questions started to get more and more explicit. you had never watched a livestream of this type, but you knew enough, and your imagination worked wonders too.
did he show his face?
was he completely naked?
did he have weird kinks?
so when one night hyunjin disappeared into his room after dinner saying he had to work, your curiosity finally got the best of you. a couple of hours later, when hyunjin and changbin were sleeping in their rooms, you lay on your back on your bed, the sheets pulled up to your waist, as you stared at the ceiling with your phone in your hands.
you couldn’t stop thinking about hyunjin, and what he may have been doing just some hours ago, so before you even realised you were actually doing it, you unlocked your phone and tried to search his page.
you hadn’t asked changbin the name of hyunjin’s page or his account or whatever he used, absolutely not. asking your best friend for information about another friend’s work, and especially that kind of work, felt invasive.
and there was no way you could ask hyunjin himself.
“hey, so… what’s your username?”
you physically cringed just imagining it. no, never.
all you had was his name, and you knew it was a long shot, but you still tried anyway. you tried a couple of pages first, all of them obviously wrong, just low quality clips and guys who looked nothing like him. then, by some miracle, you found the right link and his page loaded. before you even realised what you were doing, you were already watching him stroke his cock on camera while your own fingers worked deep inside your cunt until you came around them.
you hadn’t meant to do that. honestly, you just wanted to see how he did it, to answer the questions that had been burning in your head, but it was as if you were hypnotised from the moment you saw him and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
the next days, it was impossible to stop. every night you pulled up his page again and watched his old livestreams until you came hard around your fingers, biting your lip to keep you from moaning his name out loud. you saw the new ones too, the ones he did just as he disappeared into his room after dinner some nights. you saw those once he had finished streaming, when you were sure both of the boys were sleeping and they couldn’t suspect what you were doing in your room.
each time you came just from watching him, just hearing him say “fancy seeing you here” at the beginning of every single live had you already dripping for him, your clit throbbing before he even touched himself, before you even touched yourself.
what was even more difficult was living with him and changbin as if nothing had changed. sitting at the kitchen table while hyunjin made coffee, pretending you hadn’t spent the previous night with your fingers inside your cunt to the sound of his groans. pretending you didn’t stare at his long fingers wrapped around his mug and wondered how they would feel inside you, stretching you open. every casual brush of his arm against yours sent heat flooding between your legs, every single time he looked at you, you had to look away, you couldn’t stare at him for longer than a second.
you hadn’t been informed of that and now, you didn’t know how to keep hiding this any longer.
you’ve been living with the boys for a month now, and things have just gotten worse, you can thank your imagination for that. the boys still have no idea what you do behind doors, but your little situation has not improved, not even a little bit. that’s why every time you have the chance to focus on something else that’s not hyunjin or his fingers or his cock or his lives or anything related to him, you take it and run away with it.
but of course, your plan backfired today.
you had spent the morning at work, counting down the hours until your shift ended. nothing exciting happened, just a handful of emails and a couple of meetings, the usual. once you finally clocked out, you met one of your friends who was already waiting outside your office and you both went to eat together.
the original plan had been to have lunch together and then spend the rest of the afternoon shopping but unfortunately, halfway through lunch, your friend started to look paler and then she told you she was not feeling good and that she thought she should go home. you had nodded your head and told her to rest, that you would catch up other day, whenever she felt better.
after making sure she’d booked a ride home safely, the two of you hugged goodbye outside the restaurant and you watched her leave. you considered continuing with the shopping alone, but then, rain started pouring down and seeing that you were definitely not dressed for that - you were wearing a summer dress and a pair of high-heels - you decided to put an end to the shopping trip and go home earlier than you had planned.
as far as you knew, changbin wouldn’t be home for hours. he’d mentioned over breakfast that work was going to run late and after that he planned on heading straight to the gym before coming back. knowing him, he probably wouldn’t be home until sometime after midnight.
hyunjin… well, you had no idea, his schedule was always harder to predict and you hadn’t asked him what his plans were today.
now, after a walk in the rain, you enter the apartment and close the door behind you, leaving your shoes at the entrance and letting out a relieved sigh as your feet finally touch the cool wooden floor. but then, you hear something, a faint sound, so quiet you can’t tell where it came from. you frown and listen for another moment, but there’s nothing there, just silence.
you shrug it off, run your hand through your hair and then start walking towards your room but just as you’re halfway down the hallway, you hear another sound, this one clearer. your steps slow a bit and then you realise it came from hyunjin’s room, which was closed.
almost without thinking, your feet carry you towards it, trying not to make any noise at all. you stop outside his door and then lean towards it, tilting your head and holding your breath until you hear his voice, clear enough this time.
“fancy seeing you here”, you hear him say through the door.
your entire body freezes. you know that sentence, you’ve heard it before, more than once. it is the way he greets his viewers.
oh.
oh.
he is doing a livestream right now.
you take a hurried step backwards as though the door itself had burned you. you didn’t expect this and you know you are not supposed to be here. you had just come home early because your plans had fallen apart.
if your friend hadn’t gotten sick…
if it hadn’t started raining…
you wouldn’t have been anywhere near the apartment.
you look towards the front door. leave, that’s what your mind tells you. you could go and maybe sit in a café for a while, or you could go to a bookstore, just anything, but then you look towards the windows in the living room and you see how unrealistic that idea is. the rain lashes against the glass in thick sheets and the sky has turned almost black. going back outside right now isn’t exactly appealing.
you exhale slowly. okay, fine, you will stay home. you could just go to your room or take a long shower or maybe watch a movie or cook something. you could do literally anything else, just anything that kept your mind occupied.
you stand there for another second, trying to convince yourself that this is a perfectly ordinary afternoon, that hyunjin is simply working and that what he is doing is none of your business, that you can completely ignore it.
you already know, however, that your own mind isn’t going to make that nearly as easy as it sounds.
when you step inside your bedroom and close the door, your thoughts refuse to behave and images start flashing behind your eyes: his long fingers wrapped around his cock, his abs tightening when he’s close, his groans that always push you over the edge, his hand moving to push his hair away as his bicep becomes the only thing you can focus on. you press your thighs together, trying to ignore the growing heat between them.
then you hear a loud groan ripping through the walls, the sound raw and needy, hitting you like a spark and your self-control snaps. you drop onto your bed, your phone already in your hand as you pull up his livestream. once it starts working, you see he’s still wearing his boxers, but his hand is inside them, stroking his cock, as the chat explodes with comments and donations.
user69: take your cock out
edgequeen: i will beg if you want me too
cumslut: i want you to fuck my face
“you’re all so needy today. i bet you’re all dripping for me”, he says, his voice low and teasing, “do you really wanna see how hard i am for you right now?”
you’re completely soaked, and not just from the rain now. you watch his hand move under his boxers again, the outline of his cock clear as he gives it a firm squeeze.
princessonline: please show us your cock
user69: you’re edging me so bad i’m gonna come
he smirks at the comments and then hooks his fingers into the waistband and pushes his boxers down, his cock springing free and already leaking.
you don’t even think, you shove your panties down your legs and kick them off, keeping the dress on because you’re too desperate to bother about that now. your fingers slide straight between your folds, finding yourself already slick and swollen.
hyunjin wraps his hand around his cock and starts stroking properly, smirking at the camera, “you like watching me play with my cock like this, huh? you want me to go faster?”
cumslut: yes pls
user69: i want you to come inside me
princessonline: my sheets are soaked
he speeds up a little, his thumb swiping over the tip and spreading the precum down his length as he keeps talking, and every word he says makes you even wetter. you push one finger inside you and then another one, imagining they’re his fingers, stretching you open the way you’ve fantasised about for weeks now. your hips roll up to meet your hand while you watch his hand on his cock.
he keeps talking, his voice rougher now, “fuck, i’m getting close. wanna see me coming? wanna watch me paint my stomach while you all come with me?”
user69: YES
cumslut: i wanna lick you clean
edgequeen: please fuck me
his hand moves faster, the tip of his cock disappearing into his fist again and again. your fingers move in time with him, your thumb rubbing your clit as your thighs shake and your breath comes in short gasps. you see how his abs tighten and his hips jerk and then he comes hard, his cum streaking across his stomach and chest while he groans loudly.
the sight pushes you over and your climax crashes through you. your cunt pulses around your fingers and before you realise, a moan escapes you, too loud, probably the loudest you’ve ever moaned. you slap your hand over your mouth, praying that hyunjin hasn’t heard you, you don’t want him to know you’re home, much less what you are doing. you see hyunjin panting and smiling lazily at the camera, coming down from his high.
you don’t wait to see what he does or to hear what he says next, you close the livestream so fast that your phone nearly slips from your hands. the only thing you can hear is your own breathing and your heart beating so fast you’re sure it’s gonna fall out of your chest.
has he heard you?
you had heard him groaning and moaning during his livestream today, which means that it’s possible - more than possible if you’re honest - that he has also heard you. you squeeze your eyes shut and just hope and pray that he hasn’t, you honestly have no idea how you would deal with that.
but there is no point spiraling, you can’t undo anything now, the damage is already done. you set your phone on the bed and then sit completely still, listening.
nothing.
then, after some minutes of sitting and waiting, you hear movement outside your bedroom. a door opening, then footsteps and then another door. you hold your breath until you hear the rush of running water echoing through the apartment.
he’s in the shower.
you let out a slow breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.
okay, think y/n.
if he had heard something, wouldn’t he have come looking?
wouldn’t he have knocked on your door? to check what was that noise?
instead, he’d gone straight to shower. maybe everything is fine and you’re just panicking over nothing. you look towards your door and think again, because you need to act normal. hyunjin knew you’d planned to be out all day, but there was no reason you couldn’t simply arrive home now.
he is in the shower and you could just leave your room and go to the kitchen, and if the two of you happened to run into each other then you’d smile and say hello, mention the rain and tell him that your plants had been cut short.
it was perfectly ordinary, entirely believable.
you stand up and smooth the wrinkles from your dress before walking towards your door. you take one last steadying breath and then open it, making sure that he’s still in the shower before you leave your room. you pad quietly towards the kitchen and once you get there, you open the cupboard, grab a glass and fill it with cold water.
you lean against the counter and take a long sip, letting the cool water settle your nerves as you stare at the rain tapping against the windows. everything’s gonna be fine, you just need to stop overthinking, but you are so absorbed in your thoughts that you completely tune out everything else. you don’t hear the shower stopping, you don’t hear the bathroom door opening and you definitely don’t hear footsteps crossing the hallway.
“hey, y/n”, you suddenly hear hyunjin’s voice, “i didn’t see you there”
you spin around so fast the glass nearly slips. hyunjin is standing a few feet away, a towel slung low around his hips as droplets slide down his chest and stomach. you force your eyes up to his face, heat crawling up your neck.
“hi, hyunjin”, you manage to say, your voice thinner than you wanted.
you can’t quite look at him, not when every inch of exposed skin reminds you exactly of what you just watched him do.
he tilts his head, looking at you, “weren’t you gonna be out all day?”
you nod your head, feeling your nerves growing inside you again, “yeah. but um… my friend, uh… she got sick and then the rain started, so… yeah, we cut the plans short”
your gaze keeps drifting back to his chest despite yourself. to the way water trails over the defined lines of his muscles, catching on one of his nipples before continuing lower. you force yourself to turn away, setting the glass down on the counter, trying to calm yourself down.
hyunjin hums and then you hear him move and you think he’s leaving, that he’s going to his room to put his clothes on. but then you feel him, just behind you. he’s suddenly close, so close that his bare chest nearly brushes your back. the heat of him radiates through the thin fabric of your dress and his breath ghosts over the shell of your ear, his lips barely grazing your skin as he speaks.
“did you enjoy the show?”
your whole body locks up. you don’t answer him, you can’t, but he doesn’t need you to, he already knows.
“oh, don’t tell me you thought i wouldn’t hear you moaning from your room, sweetheart. besides, i knew it was only a matter of time. i know changbin told you what i do, so i figured sooner or later you’d break”, he says, as he gets closer to you, “what? you didn’t think i had noticed the way you look at me? at my fingers? you really have no idea, sweetheart”
each word presses his lips closer to your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. one of his hands comes up and he places it on your waist, just to remind you how close he is. the towel around his hips moves with every slow inhale, the fabric barely holding on. you can feel the hard line of his cock through it, pressing against your back as he leans in even more.
“i already know you watch my livestreams”, he says, “and i know you touch yourself watching me. i know you soak through whatever clothes you wear. and today? sweetheart, i heard you as soon as you entered the apartment, but hearing you moan and come while i was stroking my cock for the camera… fuck, that almost made me lose it right there”
his other hand trails up, his fingertips skimming the side of your neck before he tucks a strand of damp hair behind your ear.
“you were so loud, y/n, you couldn’t even cover it up in time. i bet your pussy was clenching around your fingers while you watched me come all over myself”, he says, getting even closer to you, “did you wish it were my fingers instead? or my mouth? or maybe it was my cock inside that tight cunt as you took every inch of me?”
he moves his hips, letting you feel his hard cock nudging against you through the towel. his lips brush the sensitive spot just below your ear, almost a kiss now.
“i’ve been waiting for you to slip up”, he says, “every time you looked at me across the table, every time your eyes dropped to my hands… i knew exactly what you were thinking. i knew you were imagining my fingers inside you, making you drip down my wrist. and now you’re here, and i bet you’re soaked not just from the rain, and you’re trying so hard to pretend you’re not desperate for it”
his hand slides lower, pulling you back against him. the towel is the only thing between his bare cock and the thin material of your dress and you can feel every twitch, every pulse as he hardens further. he rocks his hips against you once, letting his length drag along the curve of your ass.
“still not saying anything, sweetheart?”, he teases you, his teeth grazing your earlobe, “that’s okay, your body is doing all the talking. i bet if i reached under this dress right now i’d find you dripping. you want me to check? you want me to see how soaked you are for me, sweetheart?”
he doesn’t wait for permission, he just lets his fingers trace the hem of your dress, toying with the fabric, lifting it inch by inch. the cool air of the kitchen kisses your thighs, making you shiver. his other hand stays firm on your waist, keeping you pinned between him and the counter.
“tell me the truth, y/n”, he whispers, his voice now rough with want, “did you come harder thinking i might hear you? did it make you even wetter, thinking about me in my room, stroking my cock while you had your fingers deep inside you at the same time?”
his lips press a slow and open-mouthed kiss just behind your ear, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. his towel slips a bit lower on his hips, the tip of his cock now unmistakably hard and hot against you. he grinds forward again, letting you feel it.
“i’m still hard”, he says, “i came so hard thinking about you watching me, but it wasn’t enough. not when i knew you were right there, with your fingers inside you, wishing it was me. you want me to finish what i started? you want me to fuck you until you can’t stay quiet anymore?”
his hand finally slips beneath the hem of your dress, his fingers trailing up the inside of your thigh, stopping just short of where you’re aching for him. he pauses there, breathing hard against your ear, waiting and teasing you, letting the anticipation stretch until your legs tremble.
“say the word, y/n”, he murmurs against your ear, “or i will keep telling you every little thing i’ve wanted to do to you since i first saw you. your choice”
your lips part on a shaky breath, his name slipping out before you can stop it.
“hyunjin…”, your voice comes out soft, but the way your hips twitch back against him betrays how badly you need more.
he chuckles low against your ear, “what do you need, sweetheart?”, he says as his fingers continue brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, so close yet still denying you, “tell me. use your words”
you swallow hard, your voice barely above a whisper, “i-i need you. p-please, hyunjin… i need you”
the second the words leave your mouth, his hand slides higher. he expects to meet the thin barrier of your soaked panties, but instead his fingers glide straight through your slick and bare folds. a deep and guttural moan rips from his throat, hot and filthy against your ear.
“fuck… no panties? you’re gonna be the death of me, y/n”, his voice cracks with raw hunger as two of his fingers part your soaked lips, dragging through the mess you’ve made of yourself, “you were standing here with me, dripping down your thighs with nothing covering this greedy little pussy? christ”
his middle finger circles your clit once before sliding lower to tease your entrance. he presses just inside, feeling how wet and ready you are and another broken sound escapes him.
“you’re soaked, so fucking wet for me already, sweetheart. did you come that hard earlier just from watching me? or were you saving this for when i finally touched you?”
you can’t answer him, you’re sure you’ve even stopped breathing at some point. his fingers are already working you open, sliding through your folds. he presses two fingers inside you without warning, knuckles deep in one smooth thrust, and your knees nearly buckle. hyunjin catches you with his arm around your waist, holding you while he moves his fingers in and out of you.
“that’s it”, he says, his teeth scraping your earlobe, “take my fingers, sweetheart. let me feel how tight you are. i bet you’ve imagined this every single time you watched me”
his thumb finds your clit, rubbing circles while his fingers thrust deeper and faster. the towel around his waist is barely hanging on now, the hard length of his cock pressed against your back, twitching every time you clench around his fingers.
you turn your head just enough to look at him, your eyes meeting his for the first time since he caught you, and when you speak, your voice comes out hoarse and desperate.
“i need you, hyunjin. right now”
something in his gaze snaps and finally, he crashes his mouth against yours in a hard and searing kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to claim every inch. his hand stays buried between your legs, his fingers still moving inside you as he devours your mouth. you moan into the kiss, your hips rolling down onto his hand, chasing the friction.
he breaks the kiss and pulls his fingers out of you, turning you around so he can growl against your lips.
“legs around me”, he says.
before you can process it, his hands are under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. your legs wrap around his waist, your dress riding up as your bare and soaked cunt presses against his stomach. the towel slips lower with the movement, barely clinging to his hips as he carries you down the hallway towards his room.
when he closes the door behind you, he lays you down on his bed and for a moment he just stands there, looking down at you, his hair still damp, his chest heaving and the towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, the thick outline of his cock straining against it.
“fancy seeing you here”, he says, his voice low and teasing, the exact same line he uses at the start of every livestream.
the words hit you like a spark and you reach up, fisting the front of the towel to yank him down on top of you. your mouths meet again, hotter this time, your tongues sliding together as his body covers yours. his hands are everywhere - sliding up your sides, gripping your waist, throwing his towel off and then finally tugging your dress up and over your head. your bra comes next, his eyes dark as they rake over your bare body.
now there’s nothing between you, and you can feel his cock, thick and flushed, against your body. he settles between your spread thighs as he keeps kissing you like he’s savouring every second before he finally takes what you’ve both been waiting for. his hands keep roaming greedily over your skin, his hands sliding up your ribs to cup your breasts and his thumbs circle and pinch your nipples until they stiffen under his touch.
you arch into him, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging hard to pull him closer while your other hand grips the back of his neck, your nails digging into the muscle there. your hands move down his back, feeling every flex of his shoulders as he grinds his body against yours, leaving a hot smear of precum on your skin.
he breaks the kiss and pulls back just enough to smirk down at you while you chase his lips with a needy whimper. your hips roll up, seeking friction, but he moves away, denying you.
“tell me what you want, sweetheart”, he says, “come on, say it”
you whisper his name first, your voice showing how desperate you are, “h-hyunjin…”
he chuckles and lowers his head to kiss and bite along your neck, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin before sucking hard enough to leave marks.
“more than that, y/n. tell me exactly what you want”, he says as his lips trail lower, biting at your collarbone as your moans fill his room, your body trembling under his.
your voice cracks as you gasp, “i-i need your fingers… p-please”
“good girl”, he says against your throat before he moves his face just enough to kiss you again.
you feel one of his hands moving down your body until two of his fingers slide through your folds and then he pushes them inside you. he starts curling them, stroking your sensitive spot while his thumb focuses on your clit. your walls clench around his fingers, your juices coating his hand as he moves his fingers faster.
he kisses you through it all, his tongue pressed against yours as his fingers fuck you harder, stretching you open. your climax builds fast, your thighs shaking until it crashes over you, and you come hard on his fingers, letting out a broken cry that is swallowed by his mouth as your arousal drips down his wrist.
hyunjin pulls his fingers out of you, glistening with your release.
“open up”, he says as he presses his fingers to your lips.
you part them obediently, sucking his fingers clean and tasting your own cum as he watches you with dark eyes. he pulls them out of your mouth, only to slide them back inside your still-twitching cunt for a few more thrusts, drawing out more of your wetness. he pulls them out again, bringing them to his own mouth this time, his tongue licking every drop from his skin with a low groan.
he kisses you again, his tongue sweeping deep into your mouth as he shares the lingering taste of your release.
“fuck, you taste so good”, he says against your lips, “but i need to taste you better, sweetheart”
his body moves lower, his mouth trailing wet kisses down your throat and stomach until he finally settles between your spread thighs. his hands grip your hips firmly and then he dives straight in, his tongue flattening against your sensitive clit before moving into your dripping cunt.
“hyunjin!”, you scream at the sudden intensity as his mouth devours you.
your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling hard, while your other hand claws at his shoulder, desperate to anchor yourself. he doesn’t hold back, his tongue fucks into your folds with relentless strokes, lapping up every drop of your wetness, sucking your swollen clit between his plump lips and flicking it mercilessly.
you look at him and the sight makes your head spin - his eyes are half-closed in bliss, his face buried in your cunt and his jaw moving as he eats you like a man starved. you’re still twitching from the previous orgasm, overly sensitive, but the sight of him drowning in your cunt sends fresh arousal flooding out, coating his chin and making you even wetter.
he pauses just enough to look at you, only to find you already looking at him and he growls against your throbbing clit.
“that’s it, sweetheart. keep your eyes on me”, he says and then his tongue moves back to your entrance, his nose pressing against your clit with every movement, with his eyes still on yours.
your hips buck against his face but his strong hands pin you down, pulling you closer to his face so he can bury himself deeper.
“hyunjin… i- oh god… i’m gonna come”, you gasp, your voice breaking as you feel the next orgasm coming, your walls clenching around nothing but his relentless tongue.
“come for me”, he says, his voice muffled against you but his eyes never leaving yours, “come all over my mouth”
his words shatter you and your orgasm rips through your body right then. your cunt pulses and gushes onto his tongue, your juices spilling out in hot waves that he eagerly swallows as you squirt all over his face. his hands move your hips even tighter against his face, holding you there as he drowns in you, as his tongue continues moving against you until you’re trembling and shaking beneath him.
hyunjin’s mouth lingers between your thighs for one last lick, his tongue dragging through your folds to gather every trace of your arousal before he starts moving again. his lips press wet, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your thighs, then higher across your hipbone, leaving a glistening trail of saliva and your own arousal on your skin.
he moves slowly, savouring every inch of your skin, his breath hot against your stomach as he kisses you there, his tongue dipping into your navel for a teasing second. your body shakes under him, still pulsing from the intensity of coming on his tongue, and on his fingers before, and he groans when he feels your muscles twitching.
he continues moving, his mouth closing over one of your nipples to suck hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak before releasing it. he moves to the other and his tongue swirls there, lapping at the hardened bud while his hands slide up your sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts.
he reaches your mouth again, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he devours you with the same hunger he showed your cunt moments ago, his body settling over yours and his cock pressing heavy against your thigh.
“such a good girl for me”, he murmurs against your mouth between kisses, his voice rough with lust, “you came so hard on my tongue, squirting all over my face. fuck, you’re perfect”
your hand moves downwards, your fingers stretching towards his cock and desperate to wrap around it and guide him inside you. but hyunjin catches your wrist before you can touch him, his grip firm, yet controlled.
“shh, sweetheart”, he whispers against your lips, “not yet”
he moves both of your hands above your head, pinning them there with the strength of just one of his hands, his long fingers easily encircling both. the position leaves you stretched out beneath him, your chest heaving, completely at his mercy.
he keeps kissing you, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth while his free hand roams your body. his lips trail from your mouth down to your neck, where he sucks at the pulse point, his teeth scraping over your sensitive skin before he soothes the spot with his tongue.
the sensation drives you wild. you start rubbing yourself against him, your hips rolling up desperately, and your cunt grinding along the underside of his cock in search of friction. the tip catches against your clit with every desperate thrust of your hips, sending sparks through your already oversensitive nerves.
“please”, you beg him, “h-hyunjin, please… i need you inside me. just… fuck me, i can’t take it anymore”
his free hand moves to grip your chin firmly, tilting your face up so your eyes meet his.
“open up”, he says again, his eyes locked on yours.
you part your lips, your mouth falling open as he leans closer to you. he lets a string of spit fall from his mouth directly onto your tongue, warm and thick, and the moment it lands you moan loudly. he moves to kiss you again, his tongue pushing into your mouth to mix with the spit he just gave you, swallowing your desperate sounds as he devours you all over again.
his hand releases your chin and slides down between your bodies. you feel the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance, sliding through your drenched folds once, then again, as he coats himself in your juices before he pushes forward. he enters you, stretching your walls as he sinks inside with one long and controlled thrust, filling you completely until his hips are flush against yours.
he doesn’t give you time to adjust, he starts moving slowly, pulling back and sinking in again, making broken moans spill from your lips.
“fuck”, he growls against your ear, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, “you’re so wet for me, sweetheart, you’re dripping”, with each sentence comes another thrust, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, “you feel so fucking good wrapped around me”
your moans grow louder and needier, your body arching up to meet every snap of his hips against yours, “hyunjin- i… more, p-please… harder-”
he chuckles against your ear, the sound vibrating through his chest where it presses against yours, “you want it harder? greedy little thing. you’ve been watching me fuck my hand on camera and now you need the real thing, don’t you?”, he says as his pace stays controlled and teasing, “say it, y/n. tell me how bad you need my cock”
“please”, you whimper, without realising the tears that escape your eyes, “i need it- i need you to fuck me harder, please, hyunjin- let me… let me touch you”
his free hand moves to your hip, gripping hard enough to bruise but you don’t fucking care.
“you’re such a good girl, begging for it. and you know what, sweetheart? good girls get what they want”, he says and then releases your wrists.
the moment your hands are free, they move to his hair, your fingers tangling in the damp strands and yanking him down into a desperate kiss. your tongues slide together, messy and hungry, while your legs wrap tighter around his waist, your heels now digging into his back to pull him deeper inside you.
hyunjin groans into your mouth and finally lets go of the slow pace. his hips snap forward harder and faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, mixing with your loud and shameless moans.
“that’s it- fuck”, he says, groaning against you, “you’re so tight, sweetheart. you were made for me”
you tug harder on his hair, pulling him even closer as you kiss him again. every thrust knocks the breath from your lungs, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you over and over again until your vision blurs. you’ve never felt anything this intense before, your whole body lights up with every stroke, pleasure coiling again tighter and tighter inside you.
hyunjin pulls back just enough to look down between your bodies. his eyes darken as he watches the way your stomach bulges slightly with each deep thrust, the outline of his cock pressing up against your belly.
“look at that”, he moans, his voice wrecked, “i’m so deep inside you i can see it. fuck, that’s the hottest thing i’ve ever seen, you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen, y/n”
he presses his palm flat against the bulge and the pressure makes you cry out, a fresh gush of wetness soaking his cock and the sheets under you. you look down to see it and the added pressure and the sight of it send you spiraling. your walls clamp down around him like a vice, gripping him so tightly he curses loudly.
“shit- y/n, fuck- you’re gripping me so hard-”, he says as his rhythm falters for a second as he fights to keep control, his hips stuttering against you, “f-fuck, you’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that”
he leans down again, capturing your mouth in another kiss before he pulls away just enough to speak.
“look at me”, he says with a low voice, “eyes on me when you come, sweetheart. i wanna watch you fall apart on my cock”
you force your eyes to stay on his, meeting his intense gaze. his thrusts grow erratic, deeper and harder, the tip of his cock battering that spot inside you relentlessly.
“h-hyunjin, i’m- i-”, you start to say but you can't because another moan escapes you.
the pressure builds too fast and your mouth falls open on a silent scream as your orgasm finally crashes over you. your cunt pulses and flutters around him, squirting again, soaking his cock and thighs as you moan his name over and over.
his eyes never leave yours and the sight of you coming undone under him, with your walls gripping him, pushes him over the edge. he thrusts inside you one more time and then he comes as he spills deep inside you, flooding your cunt. his forehead drops to yours, both of you panting, your eyes locked as you ride out the aftershocks together, your bodies trembling against each other.
hyunjin’s mouth descends again and his lips move against yours while his hips give one last, shallow thrust inside you. the movement drags his softening cock through your oversensitive walls and you wince sharply, a tiny whimper escaping into the kiss.
“shh”, he murmurs against your lips, the sound low and soothing, “i know, sweetheart, i know”, he presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another to your jaw, “you must be so sensitive right now. let me take care of you”
he eases out of you with careful slowness, the tip of his cock slipping free with a wet sound and making your thighs twitch. cum immediately starts to trickle out of your cunt, warm and thick, sliding down between your cheeks and onto the sheets. hyunjin watches the mess with satisfied eyes before he rolls onto his back and reaches for you. his strong hands grip your waist and lift you, pulling your body on top of his so you’re pressed together once more.
you sink down against his chest and he pulls you into another kiss, much slower and deeper this time, almost tender. the frantic pace from moments ago melts into something softer, more intimate. his tongue moves against yours, exploring your mouth, and the change makes your head spin. this is not the same hyunjin who just pinned you down and fucked you senseless. this hyunjin is gentle, almost sweet, and the change leaves you dizzy with how much you crave both sides of him.
he breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth along your cheek, his voice teasing, “so… you’ve watched me stroke my cock on camera as you got yourself off to every word i said?”, he says as his fingers trace idle patterns on your lower back, “turns out my pretty roommate has a filthy little crush, huh?”
heat floods to your face and then you try to hide against his neck, but hyunjin catches your chin between his fingers and tilts your head back up, forcing your eyes to meet his.
“hey”, he says softly, the teasing gone from his voice, “don’t worry, i’m just as crazy about you”
he leans in and kisses you again, slow and sweet, swallowing any protest you might have made.
“i haven’t stopped thinking about you since i first met you. and ever since you found out what i do, every time i went live i would wonder if you were watching me, and i would hope you were touching yourself to me”, he continues.
your lips meet again, the kiss turning deeper and wetter. his hands slide down to your ass, gripping the soft flesh and gently rocking your body against his. his cock, still a bit hard and slick with both of your releases, nudges between your folds. the tip brushes your swollen clit and you wince again, a soft hiss escaping you.
“sorry”, he whispers against your lips, stopping his movements, “too much?”
you pull just enough to shake your head, smiling down at him, your face soft and still a little dazed.
“no… it’s okay. i just… i need a minute”, you say as you push up on shaky arms, looking at the mess of sweat and cum on both of you, “i think i’m gonna have a shower”
hyunjin’s mouth curves into a wicked little grin and before you can move off him, he sits up, wraps his arms around your waist and stands up, lifting you with him. your legs instinctively wrap around his hips as he carries you towards the bathroom, his voice a low rumble against your ear.
“shower with me, sweetheart. we’ll get clean and maybe… we can go for another round”, he nips at your earlobe, his words making your stomach flip.
you laugh against his skin, the sound bright and breathless, and then you move your face just enough to look at him before you pull him down into another kiss as he steps into the shower and reaches for the water.
the spray hits both of you at once, the water warm and soothing against your bodies, but neither of you lets the other go. your lips stay locked together, your tongues sliding slow and deep while his hands roam your wet skin, already promising more.
a/n: fancy seeing all of you here my loves 😎 i can't believe there's only one fic left of this event!! i hope you're all ready and if not well good luck then 😏
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⇨ Summary: You lived a peaceful and innocent life, you loved it. You loved helping the elderly and children, loved walking along long streets in the spring weather, loved meeting new people and loved romanticizing your life in general. But then the exact opposite of you started to creep into your life, he’s tall, buff, dark, tatted up, mysterious and very handsome, Hwang Hyunjin. A star in the boxing industry, the underground one. He was one of, if not, the best in that field, he won almost every match and was absolutely fearless. Love blossoms between the two of you and despite being all that, he caused lies, hurting, fear and lust to slowly fill your life which made you change as a person.
⇨ Genres: angst, smut, fluff
⇨ Warning: Serious injuries, blood, drugs, alcohol, weed, fighting (duhhh), cursing, toxic behavior (from hyunjin but at the same time he yearns for reader), dirty behavior (from everyone in Hyunjins circle and sometimes from him), reader is kind of oblivious, age gap? (Hyunjin is 27 and reader is 22 and is in college), angst, lying, taking a break, reader is infertile (I’m soooo sorry), smut, Dom!Hyunjin, oral (m rec), unprotected p in v (zon’t zo ittt), Sub! reader, hair pulling/grabbing, dirty talk, pet names, ass grabbing. Let me know if I missed anything!!!
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A/N: Hi! i re-wrote Hearts In The Ring on this acc and i’m hoping i have enough energy to actually complete this series (pray i don’t procrastinate the hell out of doing it).Thank you to everyone who is willing enough to read this, love you guys 💕
Author’s note: Hiii sweetheartsss!! Ok, don’t kill me, I know it’s been too long… I had a lot on my plate, but honestly, I wanted to post earlier! Finding a beta was taking too long, so I had to give up on my usual editing routine... I was itching to finally share this with you on my bday month, so this is why I’m bringing it to you as is! And I hope that you like it still~
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Hyunjin got himself off the improvised dance floor just to dry his face off with a paper towel. He enjoyed dancing, attracting the crowd’s attention with his fluid moves, but he didn’t enjoy sweating a full lake, so he was used to cutting his performance short. On this occasion he had done so just in time to join his friends in the midst of some commotion.
He leaned onto the bar counter installed for the party their student union organized this spring in place of a failed Halloween party last year, and noticed that Bangchan and Jeongin, whom he knew from the swimming team, were currently struggling to put out the fury of another teammate, Changbin.
‘What’s up?’ Hyunjin asked Seungmin, the know-it-all economics major, who just stood around looking completely done with this shitshow.
‘Changbin can’t deal with rejection, that’s what’s up.’
‘Rejection?’ The local gym aficionado roared. ‘She’s just being a bitch!’
‘Calm down-’ Bangchan sighed, glancing to the side for a moment. ‘You’re drunk.’
‘No, but hyung! Did you hear what she said to me??’
Everyone exchanged knowing looks, and Hyunjin turned to Seungmin again for clarification.
‘The psych major noona that he was hitting on told him off with “don’t talk to me, you ugly beast” or some shit.’
‘She didn’t,’ Jeongin interjected. ‘Call him names, that is.’
‘She might as well have!’ Changbin complained loudly, making Bangchan flinch next to him. ‘The look she gave me said as much!’
‘You’re not her type, deal with it or go home and cry yourself to sleep,’ Seungmin shrugged. ‘In any case, you handle him, I’m getting a migraine.’
He turned around, and Hyunjin decided to slip away from the drama while he could, pretending that he wanted to ask something from Seungmin.
‘So… was she that hot?’
The economics major frowned, turning to him briefly.
‘To you, who isn’t?’ He paused for a second. ‘Although she isn’t really your type.’
‘Why?’ Hyunjin asked, unwrapping a lollipop he had in his pocket and popping it into his mouth casually.
‘Because she’s actually smart. She used to be in economics too, and she had great scores. Our professor’s still disappointed that she decided to switch to psych.’
‘Is she also a second year?’
‘No. She’s actually in her final year, although she started over when she changed majors. Something about the credits and difference in programs… Whatever.’
‘Whoa, so she’s what… Older than Chan?’
‘Maybe they’re the same age, I’m not sure.’
Hyunjin hummed, rolling the candy on his tongue.
‘Is the interrogation over?’
‘Can you point me in her direction?’
‘Man, are you kidding me?’ Seungmin exclaimed, unable to grasp why Hyunjin wouldn’t let it go. ‘Why are you so interested? I know you’d literally fuck anything that moves, but this isn’t the case.’
‘First of all, not everything. I’m quite picky, actually. Also, who said anything about fucking?’
‘Like there can be anything else on your agenda.’
Hyunjin grinned bashfully at him.
‘I just wanna see who’s got Changbin’s balls in a twist like that. By the way, why did you say it’s not the case?’
Seungmin rolled his eyes as Hyunjin jumped back to the previous topic again.
‘Look, half of the girls in here would gladly spend the night with you. Don’t bother normal people who have standards with your bullshit. As far as I know, she’s rejected everyone who has ever tried hitting on her. I guess she doesn’t want to date someone from uni. Or at all. Either way, peace out.’
Hyunjin didn’t care much about his friend leaving as his mind was occupied with something else entirely. He was genuinely curious what kind of a unicorn you were, and Seungmin’s annoyed reaction to his inquiries only made it more enticing.
Deep in his thoughts, he returned to the counter to get another drink.
A familiar voice called after him.
‘Oppa!’
He turned around, and someone dressed as a forest nymph almost ran into his chest. He quickly realized that the smaller figure belonged to Ryujin, whom he had known from the dance classes he took back in high school.
‘Cool outfit,’ she praised, biting her lower lip. ‘You look hot, oppa.’ She added, playing coy.
He didn’t have much of an outfit going on, just a pair of black jeans, a loose burgundy shirt he unbuttoned quite generously, some jewelry and red contacts on top of that. He didn’t need much to pull off a vampire look tonight.
‘Thanks,’ he murmured, ignoring her flirtatious presence. ‘What’s up?’
‘Not much,’ she followed him to the bar and made an order. ‘Just trying to have some fun.’
Hyunjin nodded, barely registering her voice.
‘Ah, Ryujin-ah…’ He suddenly jumped out of his thoughts. ‘You’re majoring in psychology, aren’t you?’
‘I am. Why?’ She leaned in, misunderstanding his premise.
‘Do you know that sunbae... the one who used to be in economics?’ He asked, taking his lollipop out of his mouth and rolling the stick between his fingers.
She froze, surprised by his random question.
‘You mean… Y/N eonni?’
Y/N. Hyunjin repeated your name in his mind to commit it to memory.
‘Have you seen her around?’
‘Uh, yeah,’ she replied, still confused. ‘She’s over there.’
Hyunjin’s eyes flicked to where she was pointing immediately. He searched the area, taking in the females in his line of vision.
‘The one wearing the crazy ass stilettos?’
‘No… That’s Seoyeon eonni, the friend who probably dragged her here. The other one is Y/N eonni.’
The vampire-like eyes swept across your figure intently.
‘The tiny one wearing platformed sneakers?’
‘She’s not tiny, it’s just ‘cause Seoyeon eonni is super tall in those shoes… Why are you asking about her all of a sudden, oppa?’
‘No reason,’ Hyunjin murmured.
There was something interesting about you, and he could not pin it down. Maybe it was the fact that everyone was so pointedly perplexed by his curiosity about you that was intriguing him even more.
‘See you around,’ he muttered, noticing that you drifted away from your friend group to renew your drink.
It was a great opportunity to see the noona who rejected Changbin so coldly up close.
‘Oppa, wait!’ Ryujin caught him by the sleeve. ‘Weren’t you getting a drink?’
‘You can have it,’ he shrugged, popping his candy back into his mouth before turning around and continuing to stride in the direction where you’d just disappeared.
He soon located you at another bar counter, which looked a bit deserted. Waltzing there as nonchalantly as he could, he took the bar stool right next to you, not caring for a second that there were at least half a dozen empty spots at this counter. You stopped rubbing your ankle and looked up at the person who disturbed you by almost bumping his knees into yours.
‘That must hurt… Mrs Addams?’ He assumed from your black outfit.
You gave him a slow onceover before your eyes reached his face. Hyunjin licked his lips, not seeing the usual spark of interest there at all.
‘Maleficent.’
‘Oh, that’s a nasty one. But you didn’t make it obvious with the lack of horns and wings… Well, horns at least,’ he smirked in the most charming way he could.
But you… rolled your eyes.
‘You’re right. Came in too cheesy.’ He quickly recovered, offering a bashful, ‘Let’s start over. I’m Hyunjin, by the way.’
‘And… who might you be, Hyunjin?’ You asked, looking him straight in his red irises.
‘I, uh- A vampire?’ He replied, sounding a bit less confident than he planned.
‘You don’t seem too sure about that.’
He swallowed, almost panicking at the thought that you might give him the harsh refusal just like you did to Changbin earlier. This was truthfully not part of his plan for tonight.
‘It’s Y/N. And you might want to lay off the candy before your teeth start to rot,’ you chuckled, getting off your chair.
‘It’s nice to meet yo-’
‘Hyunjin? Don’t talk to me.’ You turned away again, walking back to your friends.
He was just kicked to the curb. But why did it feel so exciting?
***
Hyunjin could not stop smirking all night. He wasn’t sure why it was, but he was sure of one thing – he did not repeat his friend’s unfortunate fate. Yes, you sort of turned him down. Yes, you walked away and told him to quit talking to you.
But that was different. The way he saw it, that was just playful banter, some push-and-pull, if you will. He definitely had your attention there, even if for a fleeting moment. And now he was determined to have it again, when the timing was right.
It wasn’t usual for Hyunjin to be so eager though. Yes, he’d had opportunities to put his ‘hunter’ nature to the test when he wanted to woo certain girls. But he clocked his goal from the very beginning and went for it without hesitation, as it was a short-term one anyway. This time… he hadn’t a clue of what his end goal was. But the act of play you only engaged with him in for a minute had him excited for more. All of a sudden, tonight of all nights, you became the most interesting person in his proximity.
So he spent it replaying your dialogue in his head, while rolling the lollipop on his tongue and ditching boring conversations with other fellow students. He wasn’t in the mood for their advances. He was a man on a mission, despite seemingly chilling atop of a bar stool.
‘Y/N-aaaah!’
Hyunjin turned his attention to the source of the obnoxiously loud exclamation.
His eyes slowly glided down a tall figure, which definitely belonged to your friend, Seoyeon, who seemed so drunk that she couldn’t even stand up straight. You held her by the waist, while scolding her. Hyunjin couldn’t hear the words, but your face expression gave it away from afar.
Without thinking for too long, he slipped off of his chair with lazy grace. He caught up with you just in time to grab Seoyeon’s elbow and prevent both of you from toppling over.
‘Let me lend you a hand,’ he offered good-naturedly.
‘It’s okay…’ You tried to refuse, but he already noticed the way you struggled to walk with your much taller friend latched onto you.
‘I’ll grab you a taxi home.’
He helped you get outside from the crowded party hall, and you seemed relieved to finally breathe in some cold night air.
Hyunjin glanced at you as you stretched your neck, looking around. For a moment he lost his train of thought, imagining sketching the lines of your silhouette, but then you pointed at the yellow car parked nearby.
He took a quick look at the driver and decided it would be safer to just get in with you.
‘You don’t have to come with,’ you assured him as soon as he occupied the front seat.
‘It’s no problem. We’ll drop you off first and be on our way.’
You didn’t respond.
The drive wasn’t too long, but Hyunjin was itching to turn his head and see what was up in the back seat. He was cursing himself out for being a decent human being and giving you some space. And still, when you arrived at the apartment you shared with Seoyeon, he got out of the car. As you struggled to drag your intoxicated friend out of the vehicle, he stepped closer.
‘Do you want me to take over?’
You sighed.
‘And what would you do that I can’t?’
‘Hm, let’s see… Carry her on my back? How about that?’
‘Not in this dress.’ You declined, tugging at her short outfit to cover her modesty.
‘I can carry her in my arms too. Or throw her over my shoulder. Something she deserves for getting shitfaced.’
‘You can. If you want her to puke all over you.’
Hyunjin poked his cheek with his tongue. You were right in your sarcasm, and despite being unwilling to do this, he knew this was the only thing he could offer to assist you.
‘Duly noted. Now step aside, please.’
He moved you slightly to the side and got to Seoyeon. The alcohol on her breath almost made him dizzy.
‘Whoa, did she drink half a liquor store?’ He grumbled, struggling to get her out of the car.
You hurried up and fixed her dress after he picked her up. He couldn’t believe that you were so concerned with her flashing her panties to the entire… empty street, while she had zero care in the world judging by her current possum-like state.
‘After you,’ he murmured, urging you to lead the way.
Getting into the building and onto your floor was a breeze. But as you arrived at the doorstep and you started beeping in the passcode, Seoyeon suddenly awakened. She started thrashing in Hyunjin’s arms, almost causing him to drop her while you opened the door.
‘Seoyeon-ah, it’s fine, we’re just helping you get ho-’ You tried to soothe her, but this angry demon wiggled out of Hyunjin’s hold and used you to get away from him.
By throwing you right at him and bolting into the shutting door of your apartment.
‘Helping me? You better help yourself!’ She yelled, and the door clicked shut behind her.
Overcome by the state of shock for a moment, Hyunjin didn’t realize that he was holding you by the shoulders with your back to his chest. You were stunned as well, so you didn’t notice either.
‘Wow… Oh, sorry!’ You finally jumped out of his accidental embrace and bowed. ‘Sorry. And thanks… for the help.’
‘Are you sure you can handle the rest? She seems… a little aggressive?’
‘She… I can deal with her. Thanks anyway.’
You opened the door again.
‘Just “thanks”? After all the trouble?’ He chuckled, drawing your attention again.
‘Is there something else I can do?’ You asked in earnest.
He thought for a moment.
‘You owe me. A wish.’
You huffed.
‘I don’t trust you to make a reasonable wish.’
‘Ouch. I’ll try to make it reasonable, but no promises there,’ he shrugged.
‘Goodnight, Hyunjin,’ you said, and he gathered from your tone that you’d accepted your fate.
‘Night, noona.’
You chewed on your lip for a moment, but did not correct him. A thud from the inside of the bathroom broke the extended silence, and you nodded him a quick goodbye before shutting the door.
Hyunjin sighed. Nothing was going the way he anticipated, yet he didn’t feel disappointed or impatient.
Or maybe he was a little disappointed, but this time, it was because he didn’t want to leave. Not because he wanted to make advances at you; rather, he wanted to be more helpful.
And he wouldn’t usually go out of his way like this.
***
Hyunjin couldn’t handle it.
It had been two weeks since the party, and he hadn’t talked to you since. It bothered him to no end. He was also equally disturbed by the fact that it affected him so much. Yes, he’d experienced this “flirting phase” excitement before. But the stakes were always low for him. They were pretty girls that he wanted to spend some time with, and he was always upfront about it. He wasn’t interested in anything else. He didn’t want to know what their favorite color was, or what they had for breakfast on a particular day, or what was going on in their lives in general. He wasn’t in it to build anything with them, and he made it known right away.
That was also the reason he always ignored any attempts to get closer by someone he considered his friends. He knew there would be no friendship had he crossed that line. Girls always had this idealistic image in their head. They thought they could change his mind. That he’d merely never met the right person, and if they just get to be with him for a short while, he’d know. He’d settle down.
For Hyunjin, it wasn’t the hypothesis that was wrong. He agreed with that notion wholeheartedly. But he also knew that he wouldn’t change for any of them. He knew what he wanted, and even if, for now, he settled for less than that, it couldn’t become something he’d accept as a permanent solution.
He wanted more, even if he had to wait for it. And he was greedy about it too.
That was the first thing everyone got wrong about him. They thought he was all talent, the god-given impeccable physique and a pretty face. That he was soft and mellow, and women just melted in front of him, while he only had to make the minimal effort of eating them with a dessert spoon.
But it wasn’t like that at all. Hyunjin was always very competitive, to his own detriment at times. He built himself up in all aspects he deemed valuable, all by his own hard work. And although he realized that he had to thank his parents for making it a little easier for him to open some doors, he was still the one opening them. No, he was the one barging in through all of them.
This wasn’t the case with whatever he had going on with you though. What started as a little game to him, out of idle curiosity, just to fool around and maybe drive Changbin nuts for a second, quickly morphed into something else. He didn’t follow you around like a puppy, but he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to make a move had it presented itself. He was pensive about what it actually was about you that made him so enthralled, and he didn’t have an answer so far. What he had was confidence and intent.
It didn’t hurt that you were always hot and cold with him either. You didn’t flirt with him openly and didn’t even seem that happy to interact with him. But he could tell that you didn’t dislike his playfulness with you at all. You always drew the line, making it known that you didn’t want to engage in anything, and yet, it always felt like you’d known each other for ages and were on familiar terms. So, he became even more intrigued.
He didn’t anticipate that, although it was hardly surprising, but the feeling became more crystallized the day he stumbled upon you in your natural habitat, otherwise known as the campus library.
Hyunjin hesitated for a moment when he saw you glued to the bookshelf he was looking for. What were the odds? You were skimming through a book, completely unaware of his presence behind your back. But the urge to make it work somehow got the best of him.
‘I had no idea you were into impressionism,’ he muttered, his voice betraying him and sounding a lot hoarser than he intended.
You swirled around to face him, and he cleared his throat.
‘Are you following me?’ Was the first thing you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.
He chuckled at your question. Might as well follow you at this point. You were not easy to track down for a casual chat.
‘I got a GPS tracker on you,’ he shrugged, quickly adding after noticing your unamused glare, ‘I’m just kidding! Came here for some books on art, and here you are.’
‘Right,’ you rolled your eyes. ‘What do you know about art?’
Hyunjin huffed, taking this question as a grave insult. He tongued his cheek, the level of sass in his tone spiking in that millisecond.
‘Just that you conveniently have your book open on one of my favorite artists.’
‘You like…’ You looked down at the page. ‘Claude Monet?’
‘Who doesn’t?’ Hyunjin replied, eyebrows raised and arms crossed defensively. ‘He is only one of the most famous artists of all time.’
‘You’re right,’ You suddenly agreed. ‘That doesn’t prove anything.’
Hyunjin hurriedly continued making his point.
‘But I studied him a lot. I like the way he was obsessed with light and played with it in his works. I also use some of his techniques in my paintings, it helps convey the emotions I want t-’
‘You paint??’
His rant came to a hold, and he stared at you for a moment, taking in your genuine surprise and curiosity.
‘Yeah?’ He cleared his throat again, not particularly happy with how unsure he sounded the first time. ‘Yeah, I paint a lot.’
‘That’s… cool,’ you reply, scrutinizing him as if it was the first time you saw him.
Hyunjin didn’t move or breathe for a long moment, observing you as well.
‘Do you know any Dutch artists though?’
‘I, uh- sure. Van Gogh is another favorite of mine. There’s also Rembrandt and Vermeer. Piet Mondrian, if you prefer something more colorful and geometric.’
You nodded.
Then you suddenly shoved the book in his arms.
‘You can, uh- you can have it then.’
Hyunjin gaped at you, startled by the abrupt twist of your conversation.
‘But-’
‘It’s fine. You came here for it, and I got other things to research. Bye, Hyunjin.’
You quickly made yourself scarce, as per usual letting him know that you were not planning to continue interacting with him.
Hyunjin sighed, leaning on the bookshelf with his back. It wasn’t even that crazy of an interaction. You were just having a basic conversation about art he likes and can recommend. What was so burdensome about this discussion that you had decided to flee so hastily?
He picked up another book and walked into the library hall. But instead of leaving, he sat down in the vacant corner, right across from you. He wasn’t trying to be obvious, rather, his ego compelled him to stay and pretend like he didn’t care about another blatant rejection from you. He flipped through the pages of his books, not paying too much attention; then he sighed and got out his sketchbook.
It didn’t take him long to go from random scribbles to sketches of female figures. Hyunjin missed the moment he stopped paying attention to his materials, watching you writing something down in your notebook, and starting using you as reference for his quick drawings. He didn’t catch himself noticing how pouty your lips looked while you concentrated, or how silky your hair seemed even from so far away. His pencil stopped as he grasped that he was sketching your chest, and his eyes kept going back to reconcile the lines on paper with the real deal.
Hyunjin closed his sketchbook and quickly gathered his things, realizing that he was more fucked than he thought.
***
It was an excruciating week of internal turmoil, when his thoughts went back to you whenever he was working out, painting, attending class, going out, staying home… Basically around the clock. And he tried, he really did try to talk himself out of continuing to make a fool out of himself in front of you, but life decided it was time to make your paths cross again.
In a more substantial way this time.
Hyunjin stood there for a moment, watching you destroy your chicken drumstick. He was surprised to see you so passionate about your simple dinner, but it was kinda cute. Up until your eyes languidly swiped across the café and accidentally locked with his. You froze, and Hyunjin started walking towards you, ignoring the way you dropped the bone you cleaned seconds prior and frowned.
‘You seem to have a good appetite at this late hour,’ he teased, reaching your table.
‘I did. Until you decided to spoil it by showing up,’ you grumbled, wiping your fingers with a tissue.
‘Something I… have never been accused of, actually.’ Hyunjin smirked.
‘There’s a first time for everything.’
‘That seat’s not taken, is it?’ He asked, sitting down across from you before you replied.
‘It was.’
‘By?’
‘A friendly ghost.’
Hyunjin chuckled. He found your exaggerated annoyance with him amusing. And maybe a little sexy.
‘Imo, can I have one plain soju here, please?’ You called out to the owner of the joint.
‘Of course,’ the owner replied affably, earning a quick “thank you” from you.
‘Make it two!’ Hyunjin interjected, then turned back to you. ‘Imo? Do you come here often, or is that actually your auntie?’
You rolled your eyes.
‘I’ve been here before. She was nice to me.’
‘Strange how I haven’t bumped into you earlier. I’m a regular. I live just down the street.’
‘TMI.’
He huffed at your disinterested expression as two bottles of soju appeared on the table.
‘Hello! Do you want the usual?’ The owner asked, a lot more pleased to see Hyunjin than you were.
‘No, I’ll help this one with her-’
‘No.’ You raised your palm, looking slightly menacing with that serious face of yours. ‘Don’t even think about it. That’s for me.’
Hyunjin coughed.
‘You cannot possibly finish this alone…’
‘Watch me.’
Half-impressed, half-threatened by you, he turned back to announce his order.
‘Just the usual ramyeon for me. Thanks, imo-nim.’
As the happy owner disappeared to sort out his order, he peered down at you again. You already got back to your chicken, so, the gentleman that he – sometimes – was, he took it upon himself to pour you a shot of soju.
You threw it down before he put down the bottle.
‘Whoa, aren’t you thirsty,’ he huffed, pouring you some more. ‘Not even going to reciprocate?’
Sighing, you took the bottle from his hand and filled up his glass. His beer glass, actually.
‘Haven’t been here for 5 minutes, and you’re already trying to get me drunk. I see what you’re doing, you sly fox.’
‘That’s to avoid serving you a drink every-’
You didn’t finish, as he emptied his glass in one go.
‘Are you kidding me?’
‘The things a man would do to be served by you.’ Hyunjin murmured, feeling the warmth travel down his esophagus and pool in his stomach.
You sighed again, filling up his glass.
‘Don’t,’ you warned as soon as his fingers touched it. ‘I will break this bottle over your head.’
‘You’re vicious.’ Hyunjin smiled, tilting his head to the side. ‘That’s kinda hot.’
‘Stop flirting with me.’ You cut him off, downing your shot of soju. ‘And open the second bottle.’
‘Yes, ma’am.’
***
You’d spent the next three hours at the café, and Hyunjin was not tipsy at this point. You were tipsy, and he… He was actually drunk.
So drunk, in fact, that he insisted that he would not go home under any circumstances unless you walked him there. On foot. Which wasn’t the craziest amount of nighttime exercise per se, but a ridiculous demand nevertheless.
But you apparently ruled that it was not the hill to die on as it only took you a 20-something-minute stroll to get to his apartment. And get him in his apartment. And Hyunjin had to be honest… He didn’t even need as much help as he requested. He wasn’t as drunk after breathing some chilly night air, but there was also a strange thrill of having you in his den.
Oh, there was also the fact that he had spilled someone else’s beer all over you. So now you were in his bathroom cleaning up. Right after he used his practical 3-minute shower to sober up enough to feel the weight of his actions.
He recounted all of it again. He was drunk and obnoxious, soiled your clothes, had you walk him home and… Now you were in his bathroom, possibly naked. Why did he allow all this to take place? How? This was not the way to win points with you, and he knew it.
Hyunjin decided to reclaim his status (which wasn’t great to begin with, to be completely honest) and at least make an effort to be a decent host. He busied himself in the kitchen, getting the coffee machine running. His head was still buzzed up from the bottles of soju he had consumed earlier, and it was definitely a good idea to kickstart his brain with caffeine in order to come up with a better strategy.
He did not have time to do so. Somehow you had finished your shower super quickly and walked out of the bathroom, making him jump as you approached him soundlessly.
‘Uh, sorry- I just wanted to ask if you had shorts by any chance? Your pants are way too long for me…’
Hyunjin malfunctioned for a second, taking in the sight of you wearing his baggy clothes. Yes, his sweatpants were pooling at your feet in the most comedic way, but the thought of you wearing shorts at his home nearly drove him nuts. He had to slowly exhale, reminding himself that his shorts would probably be pretty long on you as well, so it was fine. He was fine.
But he wasn’t at all fine.
When you sat across from him, your legs crossed and up on the sofa, he had to remind himself not to stare at you as he set down a mug for you at the coffee table. He tried to control his impulses, but failed spectacularly.
‘You’re so pretty…’ was his only thought.
When you pierced him with your eyes, he realized that he must have said it out loud.
He swallowed, caught off guard by his own lack of game, and suddenly felt a strong urge to be a man and own it. So, he doubled down.
‘You are really pretty.’
You seemed surprised still, then chuckled softly.
‘Thanks?’
He cocked his head to the side, questioning why you replied as if you weren’t sure about his statement. As far as he was concerned, it was an obvious fact that he recited.
‘Are you still drunk?’ You inquired casually, taking a sip of coffee before setting the cup back on the table.
Hyunjin brushed his hair back, clearing his throat to sound more stable.
‘No. I washed up and had coffee. I’m fresh and ready for round two.’ He almost didn’t slur any of his words.
You pursed your lips to contain a smile. Even he was aware that it was not in the cards for him, unless he planned on having a massive hangover for the next three days.
‘Ready for round two?’ You asked, smirking as you nodded. ‘Yours should only be in bed.’
He didn’t know he had enough agility left in him to turn his head as swiftly as he did.
‘I meant sleeping, Hyunjin!’ You quickly clarified.
As he kept staring at you, making you self-conscious, you added another nail in your coffin.
‘Not as in fucking, just plain old sleep-’
‘I see how quickly your mind went there, noona,’ Hyunjin murmured, sliding a bit closer to you on the sofa. ‘Just be real about it.’
‘Real? About what?’
‘Your desire to be fucked. By me.’
His heart raced as the words left his mouth, and he looked down at his knee, which was only an inch away from yours. He was ready for anything, for you laughing, slapping him, storming out…
But not for the silence.
He turned to you again, his heartbeat loud in his ears. Saw you swallow, muttering something nonsensical. His slow brain finally caught up.
‘You do want that, don’t you?’ He pressed, suddenly brave enough to make a bolder move on you. ‘Just say the word, noona…’
He mumbled his last words, too mesmerized by the proximity of your lips. They seemed so soft and inviting that he couldn’t stay away.
As he started to lean in, you suddenly blurted your answer.
‘Let’s do it.’
Hyunjin wanted to be a display of astonishment. He would’ve loved to tease you a bit further if it were any other time. But he was not in his prime tonight, so he couldn’t afford to splurge his energy on taunting you. He just wanted to have you while he could, so he leaned in.
Your mouth was pliant.
He didn’t expect you to allow him passage so easily, but felt a slight shove in the chest as soon as he got too carried away. He smiled at your pushiness, cupping your face to prevent you from even thinking about escaping, and spoke, his lips brushing yours.
‘Stop making me even more excited,’ he scolded you, giving you a peck.
‘Don’t act like your tongue belongs in there,’ you retorted.
‘Don’t act like it doesn’t.’
You didn’t resist when his tongue slipped into your mouth again. His hand left your cheek to rest on the side of your neck before sliding further down your shoulder. He rubbed your arm up and down for a few moments, and you jumped when he suddenly brushed his thumb against your breast.
Hyunjin exhaled, barely pulling back.
‘What?’ He managed to ask, scrambling his muddled thoughts together.
‘On the bed,’ you whispered, and it took him at least three seconds to process your words.
He then got up, putting his all into walking firmly to his bedroom while holding your hand. He ripped the duvet off and threw it to the side of the bed. There was nothing he would’ve loved more than to stop acting like an overexcited teenager, who wanted to bang his girlfriend while his parents were at work.
But he couldn’t bring himself to slow down. His currently lacking impulse control times your hot-and-cold behavior with him in the past weeks divided by your sudden reciprocation of his interest equaled…
‘Fuck, you’re the toughest equation to figure out…’ Hyunjin grumbled, finding your lips again.
The kiss was less one-sided this time, and there was a small battle taking place up until he growled, turning you around and pushing you onto the bed.
‘I’m taking these off,’ he announced, tugging at your pants.
You didn’t protest, only pulled the hem of the shirt down to cover your panties.
Hyunjin found this… extremely adorable? He slowly dragged his fingertips across your bare legs, watching closely as you squirmed. He could swear your cheeks acquired this dusty rose color that every girl tried to achieve with makeup.
‘Are you trying to make me go crazy?’ He asked, pushing you down on your back.
You bit your lower lip, shifting slightly underneath him.
‘What did I do?’
Hyunjin sighed, too buzzed on the remaining alcohol in his system – and you – to muster a coherent answer.
‘You’re doing too much.’ He groaned, noticing the pink of your revealed panties again. ‘Fuck, you’re just cute, aren’t you?’
As he moved your thigh to the side with a gentle push of his palm, he saw it.
‘Shit, and you’re soaking through them…’ He pressed his fingers to the wet patch of cotton.
‘Mm- Jinnie!’ You yelped, causing him to look up. ‘Don’t-’
‘Don’t what?’
‘Stop…’
He squinted his eyes, making a significant effort to interpret what you were saying, because he couldn’t actually move away. Your hand was holding onto his wrist so tightly it was about to cut out circulation.
‘D-don’t stop…’ You repeated, and he finally caught onto your meaning.
‘You don’t want me to stop?’ He asked, confirming his understanding, and you nodded, although your belly shifted with a nervous breath.
Hyunjin pressed his finger a bit harder and moved it in a circular motion, eliciting a delicious little yelp from you. He continued rubbing you through the cotton until you were chasing his fingers with your pelvis yourself.
He wanted desperately to get rid of those and touch you directly, but decided to torment you some more. He quickly took off his own pants and shirt, giving you no time to adjust to it, and sat on top of you, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. As his bulge pressed into your wet spot, you both sighed. Hyunjin skin felt like it was caught on fire, and judging by the peaks of your nipples that were visible through your shirt, you were equally as affected.
Without hesitation, he gently rolled his hips. It was extremely slow in the beginning, as if he was testing the waters. He could feel his cock pulse in his underwear as he grinded it against your pussy. All of this felt like a wet dream that he did not intend to snap out of.
He kept the roll of his hips slow, but the friction was becoming more and more intense with each one. So much so, that you kept making those tiny noises every time he grinded against your nub. He wanted to fuck you so bad.
‘Jinnie… fuck-’
He paused, finally grasping that you’d used this nickname for the second time. Before it was “Hyunjin”, or “Bye, Hyunjin!”, or “Don’t talk to me, Hyunjin!”, or “Get out of my face, Hyunjin!”
And now he was excited from you simply calling his name like that.
He rolled his pelvis deeper into you, causing you to gasp.
‘You like that, noona?’ He asked, already knowing the answer that was a blunt moist stain on his underwear.
‘Feels… good.’ You muttered, watching his hips move.
‘Do you want me to stick it into your panties?’ He asked, feeling numb as the blood rushed away from his head at the mere suggestion.
‘Yes…’
Hyunjin’s vision was a blur after that, and he only grazed reality when his hard length glided smoothly against your slick, sensitive skin. He exhaled, feeling the cotton of your panties against his leaking tip, and repeated his movement. You whimpered, and he did it again, many times over. He carried on until you became so wet that it was clearly audible. He licked his lips, finally focusing his eyes on you. He realized the blurriness of his vision was now caused by the sweat dripping into his eyes and wiped them with the back of his hand.
‘I’ll take them off,’ he stated hoarsely, knowing that you wouldn’t back out now.
He could tell that you were feeling the same craving for him that he did for you. So he closed your knees and rid you easily of your underwear, then fully discarded his own as well, hissing as he squeezed his cock with one hand. It was heavy and covered in your joint lubrication, so he couldn’t refrain from giving it a tight pump or two.
‘Shit…’ Hyunjin closed his eyes, breathing in and out slowly, trying to balance out his arousal.
He wanted you, he wanted to be inside you without any more delay, but this desire was just too intense for his already hazy mind. While he tried to compose himself, you sat up on your knees and placed your palms on his shoulders. Hyunjin opened his eyes, flexing his arms instantly, as if he was trying to impress you with his muscles.
You threw your leg over him and straddled his hips. As he used one of his arms to support you with a firm grip on your waist, the other one started tracing patterns on your knee that nearly made you jolt.
‘Give me another moment,’ you muttered, kissing him again.
Hyunjin was confused as to what your request was actually about. But when you gently pushed him to lie on his back and slowly found a comfortable position on top of him, he realized.
‘You want to-’
‘Yes. Don’t slip it inside.’
It was too much for him to watch you adjust your swollen wet folds right above his raging cock.
‘Fu-uck. You’re asking too much of me, noona.’
‘Shut up.’
He chuckled. You somehow sounded gentle even when you told him off.
When you lowered your butt, straddling him fully, he knew it was going to end in something beautiful. He opened his eyes, watching your round hips move, trapping his length between your pussy lips.
‘Fuck.’
You started swaying, slowly, tentatively, like you were also trying to keep your balance while figuring things out. Hyunjin closed his eyes again, holding himself back from taking the lead, and allowing you to do your thing. If you wanted to ride him like this, he wasn’t the one to complain. But he couldn’t hold back for too long, and as soon as he opened his eyes and saw you, disheveled and focused, breathing heavily…
‘You’re fucking cute like this, noona…’ He murmured, rolling his hips slightly.
Your body immediately responded to this, and you frowned, containing your own reaction. Hyunjin swallowed. This was… a lot. For a second, he felt so overwhelmed that he simply did the first thing that appeared in his mind. He wrapped his arm around your waist tighter, seizing you in place, and grinded against you.
The way you moaned had his skin break out in goosebumps.
It felt tight, and he was already covered in slick, so his cock glided between your slippery lips with no effort at all. Hyunjin was becoming frustrated from being in this position. He wanted to go one step further, he wanted to fill you with him. Not just explore, rather, he needed to be inside you and he’d definitely die if he wasn’t allowed to.
As if on cue, you leaned in, pressing kisses against his neck up to his ear. You lifted yourself above him, and latched onto his shoulder with one hand before reaching to the side of the bed to turn off the light completely.
‘No, why?’ Hyunjin protested hoarsely, palms on your waist as you returned to your previous position.
But you simply kissed him.
‘Condom…’ You murmured between kisses, and his hand found the drawer blindly.
Your make-out session continued as he fumbled with the rubber, and he felt almost embarrassed to be so fussy about this. His eagerness and impaired coordination made for a strange combination.
‘Inside,’ you told him as soon as he was done, and his palm was momentarily on his fully hard cock, guiding it inside you.
He must’ve blacked out again after that. Because the only thing that was pulsing in his mind was how tight you were. You trapped him inside and held onto him for dear life. Your movements were hectic, your breaths turned ragged, and Hyunjin could barely keep up with this dynamic.
As his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom, your silhouette became more prominent. His eyes focused on tracing the outline of your body as his hips rolled slowly, reaching just a little deeper inside you. Hyunjin wasn’t sure what was making his mind so jarred, the remaining alcohol in his system, the tight grip you had on him with your entire body, the little sounds you were making… or all of that and everything in between.
‘Noona…’ He gritted his teeth, feeling the dangerous jolt of pleasure with his entire girth.
Hyunjin didn’t plan to finish soon, although he couldn’t be sure how long it had been by now. But he wanted more. He wanted to show you everything he’d got, to impress you, to make it your new craving. And yet, he abandoned his agenda without a second thought when you wrapped your arms around his neck, humming weakly.
‘Please... H-Hyunjin…’
Your voice sounded strained, and he didn’t tease you for using his full name again. His lips found your cheek and slowly made their way to your mouth, his tongue ready to occupy it. You were so enthusiastic that you initiated the kiss before he could, and Hyunjin could only hold you closer to him. This was absolute torture, to be inside you, feel your muscles so incredibly tense around him, and not being in the right state to absolutely ravage you.
He took a second to adjust your hips before he pushed them back slightly, breaking the kiss.
‘Ride me,’ he told you, sounding rough and croaky.
He tugged your pelvis forward, feeling every inch slip back into your depths. He couldn’t breathe properly, yet he didn’t deem it enough of a reason to take a break. You picked up the movement, and his hands on your hips made them smoother. Until you found your flow, slamming yourself onto him.
The room filled with your shaky breaths, soft squelches and whiny moans. And Hyunjin wasn’t certain about anything in his life, save for one thing… He knew for a fact that he was done for. He was so crazy about each of your tiny little whimpers that his whole body shuddered.
At some point he took over, lying flat on his back and holding you close to his chest in a lock of his inescapable arms, fucking into you in deep languid strokes. You were wet, so wet that he didn’t even think to use his hands on you. He focused on increasing his pace gradually, until you reacted to each and every thrust. Hyunjin was in ruin from just hearing you fall apart for him, he wanted to see it, but it seemed like darkness had doubled the input from his other senses, leaving him greedy for release.
His hands took their sweet time roaming around your back and your sides right under your shirt, and then slowly slipped down to your lower back and then your butt. Holding your cheeks firmly in his palms, he growled. His thrusts were shallow now, but faster. Sharper.
‘Jinnie…’ You whined, unable to really move in any other way than the way he directed you to move.
‘Yeah?’
‘I-’
‘You?’ He nudged, knowing already what you were trying to say.
Struggling to make another sound, you opened your mouth and dug your nails into his chest. Hyunjin hissed, finding that he could’ve definitely gone harder on you if he were on top, but he realized one of you was about to get there, so it was too late to switch it up.
‘Wanna race me?’ He grunted, smile turning smug. ‘I bet you’re coming any second now, baby…’
Hyunjin was teasing you, but his own muscles were tense and ready. And it didn’t matter how hard he tried to hold back, it just hit him like a ton of bricks.
‘Fuck-’ he cursed through his teeth, delivering his final thrusts before stilling inside you.
You yelped loudly, jerking away, and he could feel how shaky you became in his hold. He still kept you close, and you rested your forehead against his chest.
‘Did you come?’ He asked, wanting to be completely sure.
You nodded weakly, still pressed against him.
‘Good,’ he muttered, content and satisfied.
He was sure he could get you to loosen up during round two. He just needed five minutes to rest.
Just five minutes.
***
When he woke up, you were long gone.
No trace of you in his apartment, and no cutely scribbled note with your number on his fridge. You were just gone.
It was quiet, and despite still being hungover from the alcohol consumed last night, Hyunjin didn’t welcome the absence of sound at all. He wished that you’d make your presence known by dropping something in the bathroom or stomping in the kitchen. But the hopes of finding another soul in his vicinity crumbled as soon as he threw himself off the bed and walked slowly to the fridge with eyes half-closed to get a sip of cold water.
He did find a note, but there was nothing cute about it. It was just a white napkin on the counter that read “thank you”. What did that even mean? Were you grateful for a good fuck? Was it any good, even? Hyunjin woke up with a giant headache and still couldn’t tell which parts of that night were real and which were mere figments of his imagination.
Still barely functioning, he decided to hop into the shower. He liked to ruminate there. Water helped him structure his thoughts, and now he wanted to regain some of the last night’s memories to understand what was going on. But the more he tried, the more his temples pulsed in pain.
He had to give up. For now.
Tried to, at least. He ordered his favorite hangover soup and crashed on the couch, contemplating whether he should just stalk you online or wait until he saw you around the campus. He decided to try his luck tomorrow, at least by then he’d get back to normal in order to approach you. Hyunjin desperately wanted to know what was happening between the two of you, but he was in no shape to take on this issue at the moment. And he didn’t want to get rejected.
In fact, he wasn’t really sure what he expected to get from you. By now he’d figured out that he wanted you. In a way, he was surprised by the fact that he wanted you even more now that he had a swift taste of what it was like to have you. He couldn’t remember most of it, but somehow it didn’t matter that much. Even now, while splayed out on his couch facing the ceiling, he had a big rush of dopamine as soon as he recalled the multiple grumpy reactions to him you’d displayed in the weeks past.
Hyunjin chuckled, finding it ridiculous how he couldn’t stop thinking about you all day, and you just left like this after your drunk shenanigans last night. Maybe you were embarrassed? In his opinion, you were not the type to be into one-night stands.
Or so he kept telling himself…
The thought of being a one-night stand for you made him uneasy. He’d had his fair share of short-term relations, however, there was never a moment that he longed for more. And he prided himself on always being upfront about his intentions. So, the thought of being left behind without a warning seemed unfair to him.
As his mind spiraled from all the cruel thoughts, he fell into restless sleep on his couch.
Thankfully, sleeping it off, along with breaking down the rest of the alcohol in his bloodstream, made his head clear up as well. He woke up determined to get himself cleaned up and ready to have the talk with you. He didn’t give much thought of what he wanted to say, or even to hear from you, he was just… dying to hear your voice. And to see you. He wanted to know that everything was fine between the two of you, even if you grumble at him in your usual fashion.
His mood was bright as he was getting ready to leave the apartment. Up until the moment he made a strange discovery. For no particular reason, he decided to spare a minute to finally make his bed and noticed that there were stains on the sheets.
‘What the fuck?’ he muttered to himself, taking a closer look.
Upon inspection, he realized that…
It was blood.
His sheets were stained with blood.
Hyunjin’s whole body froze and his mind went blank for a couple long seconds and then started spiraling.
Blood? Why would there be any?
His eyes went wide as a horrifying thought descended upon him.
He… didn’t hurt you like that, did he? What if he couldn’t remember doing something… terrible? What if he was too drunk to understand that you were not-
Hyunjin took a deep breath, trying to think it through logically.
If that were the case, why would you write him a “thank you” note? That didn’t make any sense.
He paced the room now, trying to soothe his instant anxiety. Maybe that was his blood, that was an option. Or maybe… maybe you were on your period? It could be the reason why you chose to leave quietly in the morning, mortified that you’d have to explain that to him? Right?
But what if it was something else?
Hyunjin took a shaky breath and turned around. He needed to see you right now, to get clarity on this, but he had no clue how to contact you. He recalled that one time he helped you get your drunk friend home, and decided to try looking for you at the apartment first.
As he arrived at his destination, all wound up, he sat in his car for at least 20 minutes, mustering up the courage to come up the stairs. There was no telling whether he was going to like what he heard in the conversation pending. He wasn’t feeling great about it at all.
He felt even worse as he rang the doorbell and stood there, anticipating what you would say or what he would say when you opened the door.
But you didn’t. It was Seoyeon.
‘Uh- Hyunjin?’ She asked, obviously surprised by him showing up unannounced. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘Y/N-’ He cleared his dry throat to sound less hoarse. ‘Is Y/N home?’
‘Nope.’ She gave him a curious onceover, crossing her arms. ‘Damn, she was really just looking for a stud like you. Unbelievable.’
Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows. His head became tense from the stress of not understanding shit at this point.
‘What?’
‘Don’t act all clueless. Didn’t you just pop her cherry?’
At this, Hyunjin malfunctioned.
Now that, that was not even on his list of versions of what happened last night.
Pop her- what? He did what? That couldn’t have been. She wasn’t- No, for sure, he would’ve noticed.
As he shook his head in disbelief, she asked again.
‘It was you, wasn’t it?’ Seoyeon rolled her eyes. ‘Talk about desperation. I told her to deal with it asap and start having fun in life, but she kept insisting that only “deep relationships” were worth her time. But… sure, you can always find yourself a Hwang Hyunjin to “get deep”, right?’
She smirked at him, crossing her arms, and he still stood there, dumbfounded by this piece of information. He realized she was not playing him as this was consistent with the stained sheets. Probably with your desire to have the lights off as well. It suddenly dawned on him now, with all the details of that night clicking into place.
‘Where… where is she now??’ He blurted out, ready to barge in or get himself anywhere else to find you and settle this with you properly.
Seoyeon was clearly taken aback by his outburst, but Hyunjin didn’t care how he looked right now.
‘What do you mean, where? Of course she’s left already, she’s got a flight to catch.’
‘A flight? Where?’
‘To Amsterdam. Finally off to make her dreams come true.’ She shrugged, as if he’d asked her the silliest thing in the entire universe.
Hyunjin’s heart dropped to his stomach.
‘To… Amsterdam!?’
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A/N: Yup, that's it.... at least for now lol Please don't forget to let me know what you thought of these two ✨
— SUMMARY. At the peak of his career in the industry, Hyunjin ends up attending a sorority party with a fellow member in attempts to feel normal again. Caught in the midst of the moment, he ends up sleeping with a fan—an impulsive decision that lingers in his memory long after they’ve parted ways. Years later, completely burnt out and facing suffocating expectations, Hyunjin announces an indefinite hiatus and escapes to Italy in search of anonymity and peace. However, fate intervenes when he unexpectedly runs into the very person he couldn’t seem to completely forget, bringing those deepened memories back towards the surface.
OR, in which Y/N didn’t expect to hook-up with her bias, and Hyunjin didn’t expect to fall in love with her.
— PAIRING. hwang hyunjin x fem!reader
— GENRE. idol!hyunjin, strangers-to-lovers au
— WARNINGS/OTHER. “she falls first, he falls harder trope,” slow burn, fan!reader x idol!hyunjin, second chances, forbidden love, cursing, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluff, switch!hyunjin, heavy themes consisting of : depression, anxiety, toxicity of idol life
— STATUS. ONGOING
DISCLAIMER. this story is pure fiction, using only skz’s physical characteristics and names. i do not associate my works with the real life members. please reference the warnings above, as this will contain mature content. additionally, please do not read/interact if you’re uncomfortable. thank you!
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Content warning: smut (mdni), established relationship, implied that they’re childhood friends if that matters to u… can be read as idol/non idol au, cunnilingus
Author’s note: hai hai! my first skz fic eek. this is an old work from when i used to write animanga fanfic so if u recognize it i swear it is my own LOL
Hyunjin’s purposeful in everything he does; but there’s a certain reverence he exudes when it comes to you. Every touch, every word, every kiss. You’re a gift sent from above, and what is he if not your humble admirer.
His eyes never stray far from you. It was almost intimidating at the beginning of your relationship. The way he looks for you in everything he sees. It’s normal to you now, to be in a crowded room only to search for light that beams just for you. He always winks cheekily at you, never breaking contact even when you do. He’s all encompassing. Always near.
“Baby.”
Despite his hushed tone you still jump at the sound, snapping your book shut before looking at him.
“Hyunjin,” your hand rests on your chest to still your beating heart, “you scared me.”
“I'm sorry, pretty,” he apologizes (though you both know he isn’t truly sorry).
He pulls his clothes off to join you in bed, tossing them on the floor before he feels your pointed stare and picks them up to toss in the laundry bin.
“How was your night?”
He groans, pushing your book away (pouting when you laugh at his childishness).
“It was alright, missed you the whole time.”
He nudges his head against your hand in a silent command to run your fingers through the dark tresses, humming in contentment when you scratch at his scalp.
“You saw me two hours ago, spent all day with me. Need I remind you,” your fingers twist absentmindedly at the band holding his hair up, setting it to the side so you can comb out the knots.
“Don’t care,” he mumbles into your stomach petulantly, “would have rather been here doing this.”
You roll your eyes at his words, caressing his cheek.
“Don’t say that,” you chide, “you know you love Felix and Jeongin.”
“You’re always so soft on them.”
You laugh at his words, though he says you’re terrible for it, you love to tease him most when he’s like this.
“Have you seen them? How could I not. Especially Felix, he's an angel.”
As expected he pouts at your words, biting at your side in retaliation.
“Take it back.”
“Fine,” you relent (easily, as you always do with him), “I take it back.”
Baby fat still clings to his cheeks despite the way the rest of him toned out; harsh edges and rippled muscle. It used to bother him until you told him how much you’d loved it (how much it reminded him of when you were both young; snot nosed kids digging into the dirt, screams of joy falling from your lips when you’d chase him with worms to make him squeal).
“Let me taste you.”
You huff at his words, putting up a front though you’ll know he’ll get his way. He always does, always has. You used to make fun of him when you were young about how spoilt he was, despite it all you couldn’t deny your enabling. How could you not when his plush lips pouted down at you?
“I have work in the morning, Hwang Hyunjin.”
He pulls away from your warmth with a whine, and you do little to stop him when he maneuvers you the way he likes.
“The sky’s blue, the leaves are green, and I want to make you cum.”
“Hyunjin.”
“Sorry, are we done listing obvious things?”
You laugh loudly at his words, and pride soars throughout his body.
“Technically the sky is black right now. It’s nearly one in the morning.”
It’s his turn to roll his eyes at you, huffing at your difficulty before your panties are shucked across the room.
“Trying to play coy when your pussy is dripping for me right now,” he says with a smirk as he spreads your legs, “naughty thing.”
You open your mouth to quip back at him, but it gets caught in your throat when his tongue runs up your heat from root to stem, sucking your clit in his mouth before pulling off with lewd pop.
“You’re my girl aren’t you?”
You nod quickly at his words, hands grasping at his hair as he descends on you again.
“Say it,” he demands, “say you’re my girl.”
“I’m your girl, Hyunjin.”
“Then let me make you cum for me.”
You know Hyunjin’s obsession with eating you out is more for him than you, always waiting to get his fill before he focuses and makes you cum the way you like.
Hyunjin groans into your heat when your thighs snap closed against his face, his hands moving to paw at your chest. Practiced movements having you crying out for him, hips bucking into his touch when his tongue fucks into your dripping heat.
It never takes long when he has you like this. Soft, pliant. Wrapped in his shirt with the smell of him encasing you; his mark littered across you in every way he can imagine.
“Don’t hold back, angel,” he pinches at your nipples, grinding himself into the bed below, “cum for me, let me have it.”
Hyunjin loves everything about you; from the way you add hearts to your i’s to the scrunch of your face when you’re angry. But the sound of his name falling from your lips when you fall apart for him has to be one of his favorites. You gasp and whine and plead (though there’s no need really, he’d give you the world and more if only you’d ask).
A cry of his name and you’re cumming on his tongue; hips bucking wildly to chase the friction.
He laps at your release until he’s had his fill, dopey eyes staring up at you from where he rests between your thighs.
Your chest heaves with labored breaths, hands covering your eyes as you return to him.
“You’re insane.”
“I am,” he agrees easily, “but that’s what you love about me, right?”
He already knows your answer, but you appease him nonetheless.
“Yeah, it is.”
— !! do not translate/copy/repost/feed into ai !! —
— SUMMARY. In which Y/N wasn’t expecting to hook-up with her bias, and Hyunjin wasn’t expecting to fall in love with her years later.
— PAIRING. hwang hyunjin x fem!reader
— GENRE. idol!hyunjin, strangers-to-lovers au
— WC. 12.1k+
— WARNINGS/OTHER. cursing ; use of korean language ; lots of internal freaking out ; slight angst ; brief mentions of idol life ; alcohol consumption ; smut consisting of: fingering, oral (f! receiving), dom!hyunjin, protected sex, multiple sex positions, lots of dirty talk & “we shouldn’t be doing this” (but they do it, anyway)
NOTE. this got a lil out of hand but i simply couldn’t help myself (hehehe😈). as always, thank you for reading & interacting — i’m looking forward to hearing your thoughts!!!
ᝰ THREE | SERIES M. LIST
Kilig (Tagalog) — the heady-sublime rush you experience right after after something good happens
“Oh my god,” Y/N whispered out to absolutely no one, her hands flying to her face, immediately feeling how hot her cheeks were, “Oh my god. He’s in my room!”
Hwang Hyunjin was currently in her room in their sorority house. He wasn’t at a concert, or on her laptop screen, or at a fan-signing with tons of security and ten seconds of eye contact. But he was in her room.
She pictured him sitting at her desk chair, glancing at the pictures she had pinned up on the wall, maybe even walking around looking at her albums or shuffling through her books on her desk. God, she hopes he isn’t actually doing that, because Y/N can’t remember if she put her photo card binder up or not, and she would actually die if he manages to see that.
Her mind was spinning, desperately trying to remember if she left anything out of place. Her laptop was closed, still plugged into her desk, her room was clean—well, her side of the room was, so at least he won’t think she’s a slob. She couldn’t speak for Kat.
Y/N groaned softly, immediately straightening up at the kitchen downstairs, grabbing two cups like everything was normal. Except now she was starting to overthink, wondering why the fuck she even offered for him to come up to her room with her in the first place. And most importantly, why did he say yes? Was he into her? What if he’s sitting up there right now in her room, realizing this was a mistake? What if he’s looking around her room thinking he needs to leave immediately because she has a poster from their last album hidden behind her door?
Y/N’s stomach dropped. Did she take that down?
“I took it down. I took it down,” She whispered aloud to herself, feeling like she was going insane, “I definitely took it down.”
Did she, though? Oh no.
Drinks. She had come down here to grab them drinks. And this was a normal thing to do—people did this all the time. Especially while their brain replayed every single fan cam they had ever watched of said person that was currently inside their room. Especially then.
“Y/N!” Kat’s voice flowed through the music behind her, and she jumped slightly before turning around, feeling her heart pounding in her chest once she saw her walking towards her. She had a wide grin on her face, and a quick glance to her right immediately had her figuring out why she looked so happy.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Where have you been?” Kat continued once she got closer, taking a sip out of her drink.
“You know. Just… around.” Y/N swallowed thickly, trying not to stare at who was currently beside her.
“Lame,” She snorted in amusement before nudging her slightly, “Anyway, I promised I would introduce you, so here we are. Y/N, this is Chan. Chan, this is Y/N, my roommate and best friend.”
“I thought I was your best friend?” Chan pouted, gaze never wavering from Kat. Y/N tried to hold back her smile at how annoyed Kat looked, knowing she was anything but.
“You’re my second best friend now because you barely see me anymore,” She rolled her eyes in reply, and Chan scoffed, about to defend himself when she interrupted him, “Anyway. Y/N here is a Stay, as you know. She’s loved you guys since before I met her, and she is literally my girlfriend, so be nice to her or else.”
Y/N felt her face growing even hotter, having the sudden urge to just run into her room and lock herself in it. But if she did that, she’d be stuck in there with Hyunjin.
Oh god. He’s still up there waiting on her.
Chan turned to glance at her then, his eyes widening slightly, almost like he knew something she didn’t. The look of surprise quickly turned into something else as he smirked at her, an amused expression on his face. “Hi, Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you. Thank you for supporting us all these years, and keeping Kat company when I couldn’t.”
Y/N licked her lips nervously, clearing her throat quietly as she shifted a little on her feet. “Nice to meet you, Chan. Huge fan! Loved the last comeback, you all did so well!” She blurted out, immediately cringing because why did she just say that?
Kat snorted again, and Y/N ignored her, gulping loudly as she decided she should just turn back around and start mixing the drinks that she came down here for. She heard Chan and Kat talking behind her, and she took this opportunity to eye the punch a girl from their sorority mixed up earlier, debating if she should trust it or not. She eventually decided not to, choosing instead to mix up her own vodka cranberry, her and Kat’s go to at these things. She ended up adding an extra shot in hers, that way if she falls to knees and makes a complete fool of herself she has a valid excuse for it.
“Why do you have two cups?” Kat asked once she turned back around, fisting both cups in her hands.
Y/N glanced down at the cups, then back up, eyes discreetly shifting towards Chan, who was currently squinting his eyes at her in a way that he just knows that whatever is about to come out of her mouth is bullshit. “I’m going to drink them both.” She replied with a nod of her head, desperately trying to avoid Chan’s gaze on the side of her face.
“Bitch, I know you’re lying.”
“I-I’m not!” Y/N replied back quickly, voice raising slightly, gripping the cups a little tighter.
Kat rolled her eyes, “Come on, Y/N. Just say you have someone upstairs with you and be done with it.”
“What?” She shrieked out, “I-I don’t! There is… there’s nobody up there!”
This time, it was Chan who was snorting, and Y/N felt her face heat up even more when she glanced over at him. “Hm, so if we walk upstairs with you, you’re telling me we won’t find anyone in our room?” Kat asked mockingly, grinning in triumph once Y/N’s face paled at her question.
“You’re so annoying!” Y/N whined out in annoyance, stomping her foot on the floor lightly, knowing she can’t even lie anymore because they’d definitely see that Hyunjin was up there with her. And she doesn’t think Chan would be too happy about that.
“Yeah, yeah,” Kat waved her off, starting to mix her up another drink, “Have fun and don’t get too drunk. I don’t want to listen to you throw up all night.” She turned to Chan once she was done, gesturing for him to follow her to wherever they were going. He instantly followed, but not before turning towards Y/N one more time, a teasing smirk on his lips as he glanced at her one last time over his shoulder.
“Tell Hyunjin he needs to check his phone, please.”
Y/N felt like all the air had suddenly been knocked out of her lungs.
She watched them disappear in the crowd, eye twitching slightly, willing herself to calm the fuck down. He was definitely just messing with her. There’s no way he actually knew that Hyunjin was currently up in her room waiting on her to return with their drinks. There is absolutely no way.
“Okay,” She breathed out to herself, clutching the two plastic cups in her hands tighter, staring down at them like they might offer guidance, “This is fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”
Everything was, in fact, not fine.
Her heart was pounding so hard as she started walking out of the kitchen that it felt ridiculous. Y/N had imagined meeting Hyunjin before, multiple times. She imagined meeting him at a fan-signing or across a barricade at a concert, but not like this—not at one of her sorority parties, and definitely not with him casually waiting in her bedroom like it was no big deal. Did he do this a lot? Why does he seem completely unaffected while she’s currently freaking the fuck out?
Each step up the stairs felt louder than it should have, the music still blaring in her ears. Someone had suddenly bumped into her shoulder as they passed her, sloshing one of the drinks dangerously close to the rim. She flinched, tightening her grip, exhaling sharply as she closed her eyes for a second, really trying to pull herself together. She opened them again, walking up the rest of the stairs slowly, and by the time she had finally reached the top, her pulse had climbed into her throat.
The hallway was slightly quieter, the bass fading into a distant thud. She kept walking towards the back of the hall, freezing in her steps once she saw her door was slightly open, a thin line of warm light spilling into the dark.
She stopped just before it. For a second, she thought about running back downstairs to down a couple of shots so she could just forget about this insane situation she was currently in. But she couldn’t do that—she wouldn’t do that. So she took in a deep breath, and nudged the door open with her hip, bracing herself for the worst.
Her heart stopped in her chest once she saw him. He was standing up, glancing at the numerous pictures she had pinned up on the wall in front of her desk, casually looking at them like he had all the time in the world. She tried to ignore the way her entire body felt hot when she noticed he was staring particularly hard at the picture of her and Kat at the beach, holding giant margaritas in their hands with their matching bikinis on.
She shifted a little on her feet, and he glanced up when he heard her, expression easing into a small smile, “Hi. I thought you abandoned me for a second there.”
Her brain briefly stopped working. Then, by some miracle, she had stepped inside fully, nudging the door shut behind her with her foot, holding the drinks steady.
“There was a, um, long line in the kitchen,” She managed to reply without her voice betraying her, and Hyunjin nodded like that made perfect sense.
“Oh, here, let me help you,” Hyunjin walked towards her with rushed steps. He took one of the cups, their fingers brushing for half a second, and she really hoped the lighting was dim enough to hide how warm her face suddenly felt.
“Did it spill on you?” He asked, referring to how her hand was covered in the drink from where someone had knocked into her going up the stairs.
“Oh, yeah. Someone bumped into me, but it’s fine,” She shrugged her shoulders in reply before glancing towards him with a small grin, “Not the first time that’s happened tonight.”
Hyunjin’s eyes glanced down her body briefly, and she couldn’t help the way her thighs clenched together, hoping he didn’t notice. However, the faint smirk that played on his lips as he glanced back at her told her he did.
“I should probably change,” Y/N blurted out suddenly, nervously, and Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly, expression fading into something guilty as he nodded quickly.
“Oh, yes. I suppose that would be a wise choice,” He nodded quickly in reply, looking around the room a couple times, like he didn’t know what to do, “Should I, um, stand outside your door while you change?”
“Oh, no, you don’t have to! You already committed to the whole ruin my outfit thing tonight, so you might as well see it through.” She replied without thinking, cringing internally once those words left her mouth, because why did she say that?
Hyunjin let out a small, surprised laugh, and the sound rang heavenly in her ears. She turned away before he could see how much he was visibly affecting her, carefully setting her drink down on her desk before heading towards her drawer to pull it open, pretending to look for something to distract herself from her thoughts racing in her head.
“Yeah, I’m just going to have to wash this,” She spoke aloud more to herself than to him, glancing down her body one more time before standing back up, “Wait here. I’ll be back.”
Y/N slipped into the bathroom, closing the door halfway before leaning against the sink for half a second, trying to steady her breathing. She caught her reflection in the mirror—flushed, wide-eyed, very obviously trying to hold it together—and she let out a quiet laugh in disbelief, because what was her life right now?
It almost felt like one of those cringy scenarios she’s made up in her head before, because never in a million years would she be expecting to see Hwang Hyunjin at one of her sorority parties, standing in her room, patiently waiting on her to come out of the bathroom. It felt like a crazy K-Drama. It didn’t feel real.
She tried to shake off her nerves and sudden feeling of overwhelmingness by distracting herself with taking off her top and sliding her skirt down her legs. She cringed at the wet feeling, her skin a little sticky from where the Coke had been sitting there for too long, and she shivered at the coolness of the air, her nipples immediately hardening.
She threw her clothes into the dirty hamper they keep in the bathroom, turning around to grab her clean clothes to put on. Only when she glanced around to see where they were, they were nowhere in sight.
Y/N blinked. Did she not bring any of her clothes in here?
“Fucking fantastic,” She whispered to herself when coming to the realization that she did, in fact, forget to bring her clothes into the bathroom with her. And not only that, but she was now very much naked, with a very much real Hyunjin still waiting outside the door.
Fucking fantastic.
“Hey,” She called out for him without thinking, forcing her voice back to something steady, “I’m sorry for asking this, but do you mind grabbing one of my t-shirts in that drawer I left open? I have some shorts in the drawer below it too, if you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, sure.” His voice sounded a lot closer than she expected, and she jumped slightly, willing herself to get it the fuck together.
She heard him shuffling through her clothes and immediately wanted to throw herself out of the window. She should have just put her clothes back on and walked back out there herself. She’s probably making him so uncomfortable right now, and that’s the last thing she wants to do.
“Here,” His voice knocked her out of her thoughts, soft and low, and it had goosebumps immediately forming on her bare skin. She cleared her throat slightly, stepping behind the door as she opened it up just enough to reach out to grab ahold of the clothes. Their fingers brushed against each other as he handed it over, and it sent a ridiculous jolt up her arm.
“Thank you,” She shrieked out, quickly pulling her arm back and cracking the door back.
“Mhm,” He mumbled back, footsteps moving away from the door.
Y/N released a long breath, leaning over to place the clothes on the closed toilet seat. However, she suddenly froze upon realizing that what she was currently holding in her hands definitely was not one of her t-shirts, but a black hoodie that she knew didn’t belong to her.
She stared at it for a second, mouth gaped open in slight shock, feeling her entire face flush red. Did he just give her his own hoodie? His own hoodie from his back?
Holy shit.
“Um, Hyunjin?” She called his name again, heart beating out of her chest as she inspected the hoodie in her hands like it was one of her lab specimens from her biology class freshman year.
“Yes?” His reply was instant, slightly distant, feet shuffling towards the door again, making her want to vomit.
“This isn’t… this hoodie isn’t mine,” She squeaked out embarrassingly.
“Oh, yes, it’s mine,” He replied back like it was the most casual thing ever to lend her his own hoodie, “I just thought you might be cold in just shorts and a t-shirt. You can keep it, if you want. It’s the least I can do, since I did ruin your outfit.”
Y/N felt like she was about to pass out. How is this even real right now?
Y/N didn’t reply right away, staring at the hoodie like it might disappear if she blinked too hard. Did Hwang Hyunjin just say she could wear his hoodie? And not only that, but keep it?
Holy. Shit.
“I am sorry,” He spoke again through the door, knocking her out of her trance she was in, “I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I can bring you a t-shirt. Give me one second.”
“No!” She yelled out instantly, cringing at how desperate she sounded, “I-I mean, it’s okay! That’s very thoughtful of you to do that. Thank you. I’ll wear it.”
She gulped loudly, quickly sliding on the pair of black shorts he had picked out for her before slipping the hoodie over her head. She got a whiff of his cologne instantly, and wanted to scream at how good he smelled.
The hoodie swallowed her whole, covering her shorts completely. At a glance in the mirror, it looked like she wasn’t even wearing any shorts at all, and she found herself blushing again at that thought. The sleeves of his hoodie covered her hands, and she brushed through her hair once before releasing another deep breath, feeling wildly insane, because how is this actually happening right now?
After slightly panicking for half a second, she opened the door, closing it back softly behind her as she walked back into her room. Hyunjin was standing near the bed, fidgeting with his baseball cap that Y/N just now realized he took off, her eyes widening slightly as she took a good look at him. He was now only in a white t-shirt, slightly baggy at the bottom, his bare arms now on display. His hair was long, messily tucked behind his ears, and it looked so soft. Blonde hair suited him well, and it was always one of her favorite looks of his. He was so beautiful that she couldn’t bring herself to look away now that she has a much better view of his face.
“Hm,” He hummed out lightly, catching her attention as she jumped slightly, “It suits you well.”
Y/N felt her mouth go dry. “Oh,” She breathed out, feeling her hands start to sweat, “Thank you. You… smell really good.”
Hyunjin must have saw how embarrassed she looked once those words left her mouth as he grinned in amusement, a low chuckle falling from his lips that made her weak at the knees.
She should sit down.
“You can sit on my bed,” She gestured to the bed quickly, walking over to the desk to grab his drink that was now sitting beside hers. He must have placed it there, “I don’t mind at all. You can put your hat on the bed, too, or on the desk. Whatever you want.”
“Okay. Thank you,” He smiled again, cautiously sitting down on the edge of her bed, sitting his hat behind him. Y/N held his drink out towards him, her hand shaking slightly as she did so, his fingers brushing against hers once again and shooting that same spark up her entire arm. She tried to ignore it, taking a step back to grab ahold of her own drink before sinking down to the floor in front of him, sitting crisscross applesauce. It felt easier sitting here than thinking about how close he was if she sat beside him.
He noticed, because of course he did.
“Do you always sit on the floor?” He asked, slightly confused, slightly curious.
“Only when I don’t trust myself to act normal,” She blurted out a reply.
“Oh,” He raised an eyebrow, “That bad?”
Y/N tilted her head, considering his words, licking her lips nervously, “It was. I think I’m stabilizing now, though.”
“Good,” A small smile tugged at his mouth. Y/N nodded in reply, taking a small sip of her drink in attempts to distract herself. She could feel his gaze on her, and it made her entire body feel hot.
He shifted suddenly, and Y/N glanced back at him to see that he was now sliding off her bed to sit on the floor beside her.
She blinked. “You don’t have to—“
“I know,” He interrupted her gently, mirroring her position. His knee brushed against hers ever so slightly, “It feels less uneven like this. And I just… want to be beside you.”
His slight confession had her wanting to melt into this floor. She glanced at him again, suddenly no longer seeing him as the person she had watched perform on stage through her laptop screen, but as someone choosing to sit on her bedroom floor with her so she wouldn’t feel out of place.
“Thank you,” She said quietly, and he nodded once, like it wasn’t a big deal.
Y/N watched as he moved his gaze towards the drink in his hands, staring at it like he was debating whether he wanted to drink it or not. “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to. It won’t offend me,” She piped up beside him, and he glanced over at her once before focusing back on the liquid in the cup.
“It’s not that. I just… I’m not really allowed to drink alcohol,” He confessed quietly, and Y/N immediately started to feel bad for making him one in the first place.
“But I won’t tell if you don’t,” He added in quickly, lips curling into a faint smirk as he flicked his gaze back over to her.
“Of course I won’t. I signed a NDA, remember?” She laughed out, taking another sip of her drink, “I just don’t want you to get in trouble. Or do something you don’t want to.”
“I couldn’t care less about that,” He mumbled to himself before taking a small sip. Something about the way he said it had her chest feeling tight.
He hummed at the taste, eyebrows raising as he took another sip. “You’re not even going to ask me what’s in it?” Y/N asked teasingly, shifting her body a little, her knee brushing against his again.
“Don’t need to. If you made it, I’m sure it’s good,” He shrugged his shoulders, licking his lips once he pulled the cup away from his mouth, “Plus, I trust you. I know you won’t poison me.”
“That’s… very bold of you to assume,” She smirked at him slightly, trying to appear completely un-fazed at his words when she’s anything but.
“Hm. Is it?” He grinned, tilting his head to the side as he peered at her over the rim of his cup. He looked so pretty Y/N had a really hard time believing he was actually real.
His eyes glanced back over towards the pictures above her desk, flicking his head in their direction, “You are Kat’s roommate?”
“Yeah, I am,” She followed his gaze before glancing back over at him, “We’ve been best friends since our freshman year here. The messier side of the room is hers, if you can’t tell.”
“She is just like Chan,” Hyunjin shook his head in amusement as his eyes raked over her side of the room briefly, “Chan is also messy. No wonder they get along so well.”
At the mention of Chan, Y/N suddenly thought back to his comment he made earlier while they were in the kitchen. She chewed on her lip, debating if she should bring it up or not.
“Does Chan know you’re up here with me?” She decided to ask instead, chewing on her bottom lip softly.
“No,” He replied quietly, tracing the rim of his cup with one of his fingers, “I… didn’t tell him. I didn’t tell anyone.”
Y/N nodded, this weird feeling overcoming her all of a sudden. She almost felt guilty, in a way, as they both know he definitely shouldn’t be up here with her right now, sitting beside her so casually, drinking alcohol like it wasn’t a big deal. She shouldn’t have invited him up to her room with her. She’s being selfish by keeping him up here.
“You are overthinking,” Hyunjin’s voice was soft, eyes gentle, “Don’t. There are many things I’m not allowed to do. This is just the first time in a long time I decided I don’t want to listen.”
Y/N smiled at that, and he mirrored her expression instantly. His smile was so beautiful that it had her heart doing flips in her chest over and over again.
“I’m really glad you’re up here with me,” Y/N spoke shyly, sitting her cup on the floor in front of her, lightly tracing the sleeve of his hoodie.
“Me too,” The way he said it was so genuine that it pulled at something tight in her chest. His eyes were dancing across her face, trailing down her body briefly before looking back at her. She felt her neck flush.
“Can I ask you something?”
Y/N nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak. He was looking at her more carefully now, like he was choosing his next words cautiously, “Why do you like us?”
She didn’t answer right away. It wasn’t the question herself that had her stuck, but it was the fact that he was asking her. She’d been asked that question before in passing conversations with friends or online, but coming from him, sitting here with him like this, it felt different. It felt less like small talk, and more like he actually wanted to understand.
“That’s a dangerous question,” Her lips quirked, mindlessly picking at the edge of the plastic cup.
“How so?”
“If I say something embarrassing, I won’t be able to take it back.”
He chuckled lightly, taking another sip of his drink, “I won’t use it against you. Probably.”
“Wow. That’s reassuring.”
“No, I’m serious,” He laughed, adjusting his body a little closer towards her. She noticed the small action, biting her lip to hide her grin.
“Well, obviously, the music is great. And the way you all perform on stage is truly mesmerizing. You can tell you work so hard to give your best every time, and I find that very admirable,” She glanced away from him then, like she was embarrassed to be saying this out loud, “But it was also just more like… consistently, I guess. Like, no matter what was going on in my life, there was always something new to look forward to. A song, a video, even just updates on Bubble.”
She shrugged, a little self-conscious now, “It sounds weird when I say it out loud.”
“It doesn’t,” He replied quickly, and Y/N glanced back up at him shyly.
“It really doesn’t,” He repeated himself, a little quieter this time, and Y/N swallowed thickly, feeling very hot under his gaze.
“I think it was also… the feeling that someone out there was working hard, even when I wasn’t. Or when I couldn’t. It made me feel… less stuck, I guess.”
Y/N hated how vulnerable her words came out, and she cleared her throat slightly, shifting a little before bringing the drink back up to her lips, taking a small sip. Hyunjin was looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite make out, his head tilted just slightly as he listened to her. He looked so endearing like this.
“Do you… ever feel stuck?” She found herself asking, immediately regretting the words once they came out of her mouth. She had no business prying into his personal life like this.
“All the time,” He answered before Y/N could apologize for her question, the honestly of it catching her completely off guard. He let out a quiet breath, leaning his head back against the side of her bed, “I mean, it’s a different kind of stuck, but it’s still there.”
“How?”
He was quiet for a second, like he was deciding what to say, eyes trailing across her face once again. “Sometimes, it feels like everything is already decided for me. What I do, where I go, how I act. Even how I’m supposed to feel about things,” He gave a small, almost self-aware laugh, “There’s always a version of me that people expect, and it’s just… easier to stay in it.”
Y/N nodded slowly, feeling a pang in her chest at how tired his expression was, at how strained his voice was. She can’t even begin to imagine what he has to go through—what idols have to go through—on a daily basis. She wanted to reach out and grab ahold of his hand, give him a safe space to vent if he needed to, but held herself back. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, and it wouldn’t be appropriate.
“People think they know me, or know a version of me,” He tilted his head towards her, eyes catching the low light the lamp spread across the room, “Which version of me do you like better?”
His words had her breath catching in her throat, her body going stiff. There was an unreadable look in his eyes, but an underlying sense of vulnerability hidden in the way he said it.
“I don’t know this one yet.”
Her words hung in the air for a minute, and Y/N wondered for a second if she shouldn’t have said that.
“Then ask me something else.”
Y/N hesitated, but only for a second. “Are you happy?”
“That’s what you go with?” Hyunjin laughed quietly, although there was no actual humor behind it.
Y/N felt her cheeks heating up in slight embarrassment, “You said to ask you something else. That’s my question.”
He studied her for a long moment, almost like he was deciding whether to give her the truth or something else, his gaze burning her skin. “Sometimes, yes. I’m happy on stage, around the members, and in certain moments,” He replied softly, fingers tracing the rim of the solo cup absentmindedly, “But… it’s complicated.”
“Yeah, I can imagine,” Y/N nodded her head lightly, “You don’t look like someone who gets to be just one thing, you know? That kind of life… your kind of life… it just stretches you.”
Something in Hyunjin’s expression softened at that, and he shifted a little closer towards her. “You’re good at that.”
“At what?”
“Seeing people.”
Y/N shrugged, suddenly feeling very shy under his gaze and close proximity, “Only when they let me.”
He didn’t say anything. The back of her neck felt hot, and she cleared her throat awkwardly, taking another sip of her drink as she avoided his reaction. She could feel his gaze boring holes into the side of her face, and it had her pulse drumming against her skin.
“What about you? Are you happy?” He asked lowly, the tone of his voice causing her to visibly shiver.
“You don’t have to ask me that just because I did,” She laughed quietly, trying to act like the question didn’t even faze her, lower-half of her face still covered by her cup.
“I’m not. I’m asking because I want to.”
She lowered the cup slowly, working up the courage to flicker her eyes back towards him. There was something different in his expression now, focusing entirely on her in a way that made her chest tighten.
“I think I’m still figuring that out,” She admitted softly, “I guess I’m kind of like you, in a way. I feel like I spend a lot of time doing what I’m supposed to do, and not what I want to do.”
“And what do you want to do?” His response was instant, the question lingering in the air. Her fingers tightened slightly around the cup at the intensity of his gaze.
“Right now?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hyunjin placed his drink down on the floor beside him carefully before leaning in towards her. It wasn’t close enough to close the space between them, but it was close enough that she could feel the warmth of him, and that was enough to have her spiraling.
“Yeah,” He murmured out, his breath lightly fanning her face, “Right now.”
Y/N’s pulse picked up, sudden and undeniable. She could feel it in her throat, in her wrist, in her neck, everywhere. Her eyes searched his face, looking for any trace of amusement, anything to show her he was just messing with her right now. But there was nothing. It was just him, waiting.
“I want for you to stop looking at me like that.”
His lips curved into a smirk, slow and knowing, “Like what?”
“Like you already know my answer.” She breathed out, breathless, feeling like her head was spinning.
He inched closer, softly grabbing her own drink from her slightly trembling hands, eyes never leaving hers as he gently placed it down on the floor next to his. Y/N noticed that he had intentionally placed them a good bit out of their reach, and couldn’t help the way her thighs clenched at that realization. His eyes flickered down to them once before he was looking back into her own, gaze darkening into something she had only seen in his intense choreographies—that same gaze that had always drawn her towards him. Except now, instead of it focusing on a camera, it was focused directly on her.
“Maybe I do.”
Her breath caught in her throat when he moved closer, hands lightly brushing against hers where it now rested on the floor. “I think…” He trailed off lowly, eyes dropping briefly towards her lips, then back up, “I think you want me a little closer than this.”
He let his hand settle fully over hers now, his thumb tracing a slow, absentminded line along the back of her hand. She felt her throat closing up, his touch shooting sparks up her entire body, and she felt like she was really about to pass out now.
“And?” She asked, barely breathing now.
His hand moved from the back of her hand to rest against her inner thigh, the contact against her bare skin making her body jolt. Her lips parted, leg twitching just slightly, and he leaned in a little closer, his scent making her feel dizzy.
“And I think… you want me to kiss you, to touch you, to make you feel good,” His hand traveled a little higher up, brushing against the hem of her shorts, “Am I right?”
“Yes,” She whined out, not even embarrassed at how desperate she sounded, “You… you already know you are.”
She un-crossed her legs, leaning her body back, and Hyunjin immediately crawled in-between them, chasing her mouth with his. His lips brushed against hers ever so softly. Y/N couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped her mouth from the slight contact, because is he about to kiss her right now?
Holy shit.
“This is a bad idea,” She let out without thinking, feeling her nerves eating at her entire body.
Hyunjin let out a soft breath, almost a laugh, but it carried the same tension twisting in her chest, “Definitely. But I really don’t give a fuck.”
Her legs clamped around his body at his words, a soft whine falling from her lips as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes briefly, attempting to steady her breathing. She gasped loudly once she felt his lips lightly grazing the exposed skin of her neck, eyes shooting open in slight shock, leaning back on her hands. The tension that had been simmering between them snapped into something undeniable—heat, urgency, a kind of reckless honestly that neither of them had allowed before.
She was breathing heavy, tilting her head to the side to give him better access, biting her lip as she felt his lips kiss up towards her ear oh so slowly. “Do you want me?” He breathed out lowly.
“Yes,” She replied instantly, the word coming out breathless and whiny, “I want you so bad. You know how much I want you, Hyunjin. Please.”
That seemed to be what he needed to hear, because within seconds, his mouth was clashing into hers with so much force that it had her falling back onto the floor behind them. He came down with her, caging her in, a low moan rumbling in his chest as his mouth worked against her own. His hand slid underneath her shorts, grazing lightly against her panties, the other holding his body up.
“Is this okay?” He breathed out into her mouth, finger just barely brushing against her clit.
“Yes, yes, please,” She whined out, spreading her legs more for him, feeling dazed as fuck.
He didn’t waste any time in slipping his hand underneath her panties, both of them moaning out at the feeling. He dipped a finger in her pussy before moving it up to start circling her clit, working fast against her.
“Ssibal,” (Fuck), Hyunjin moaned out lowly, the sound sending shivers down her spine in the absolute best way, “You are… so wet. Is this for me?”
“Y-yes,” She cried out, hips jerking up with each hard flick against her clit, “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” He let out in complete disbelief, Y/N’s hands turning into fists beside her, already feeling like she was about to cum all over his finger—just one finger, “Do not be sorry about that. I want you to drench my entire hand. Understand?”
His words only had her dripping down her thighs even more. Y/N nodded rapidly, feeling too worked up to properly reply, and he cursed again, suddenly pulling his hand out of her shorts completely. Y/N whined at the loss of contact, feeling slightly embarrassed as she glanced at him. Did she do something wrong?
“I need to see you,” He breathed out, pupils blown wide, “Will you let me?”
It took her a second to figure out what he meant, quickly nodding her head back and forth, as if she’d ever deny him anything.
Her hips lifted as he grabbed ahold of her shorts, quickly tugging them down her legs, along with her panties, leaving her completely bare from the waist down—completely bare for him from the waist down.
She suddenly felt hyper-aware at the fact that her pussy was now very much in his direct view and that she was, embarrassingly enough, dripping onto her floor. She felt her face turning red, felt his hands creeping back in-between her thighs to spread them wider for him, and she couldn’t even bring herself to be embarrassed once she felt his fingers on her again.
“Is this okay?” Hyunjin rasped out, fingers working against her clit in a way that had her vision starting to blur.
“Yes, yes, fuck,” She moaned out, throwing her head back against the floor, eyes screwing shut as she started to grind against his hand. She heard him moan lowly before inserting two fingers inside her, the slight stretch making her let out a low moan.
“Fuck, neo jinjja wiheomhae,” (You’re really dangerous) Hyunjin moaned out lowly, thrusting his fingers in and out at a pace that had her feeling hot, “So wet… you are soaking in my fingers. How does it feel? Hm? Malhae.” (Tell me).
“S-so good. Feels so good… I think I’m g-gonna… oh fuck,” She babbled out, his fingers hitting that sweet spot inside her so perfectly that it had her back arching, her mouth falling open as a warmth flooded through her entire body.
“Not yet,” He grunted out, abruptly slipping his fingers out of her pussy. She let out a loud whine at the sudden loss of contact, feeling like she could cry from how quickly her orgasm was taken away from her.
“Hyunjin,” She whined out his name, desperately rubbing her legs together to chase some sort of friction that he deprived her from, “Why… why did you stop?”
He didn’t reply. Y/N felt his body moving, felt his hands trailing down her legs as he gently held them open, and she opened her eyes to glance at him to see what he was doing. She couldn’t help the loud gasp that escaped her mouth when she saw him.
He was lying on his stomach, one hand softly resting against her left thigh, the other spreading her lips apart as he gazed at her pussy so intensely. She could feel his warm breath lightly fanning against her pussy, his lips parted as he watched his fingers move against her.
“Hyunjin,” She whimpered out, squirming a little at his gaze, really trying not to cum all over his face right now because what the fuck?
“Want to taste you. Been wanting to taste you all night,” He admitted lowly, tilting his head slightly as he licked his lips, finger flicking against her clit, causing a moan to fall from her lips, “Want you to cum on my mouth so bad. Will you?”
And fuck, if he doesn’t do something soon, Y/N is literally going to cum on his pretty face completely untouched.
“You can do anything you want to me,” She breathed out, not even caring how needy she sounded, “Just make me cum, please.”
“So needy, jagiya,” (Baby), He smirked, rubbing her thigh softly, face inching even closer to her pussy. Y/N understood what that word meant, feeling like she was about to combust for real this time, because only in her deepest, darkest dreams has she imagined him calling her that.
“Oh, fuck,” She moaned out once he licked a long stripe up her pussy, her hips jerking at the feeling. His tongue was so warm and soft and wet against her that it had her hands immediately reaching down to grip at the back of his head.
“S-sorry,” She breathed out once she realized what she just did, her hands letting go of his head as she balled them into fists beside her. He grunted into her, hands wrapping around her own as he guided them back towards the back of his head, Y/N’s fingers twitching at how soft his hair was.
“You can touch me, jagiya,” He mumbled against her, squeezing her hands once before letting go, “You can do whatever you want to me.”
Y/N didn’t even have time to react before his mouth was back on her, lapping against her entrance, moaning into her with every flick of his tongue. She tugged harshly at his hair, back arching in absolute bliss as he rapidly flicked his tongue against her clit, two of his fingers curling up into her pussy, instantly hitting that same spot that had her moaning out his name.
“Na jom bwa,” (Look at me) Hyunjin let out in-between flicks of his tongue, adding in a third finger and thrusting into her at a pace that had her eyes starting to roll in the back of her head, “I want to see your pretty face when you fall apart for me.”
She whined out his name, willing herself to glance down at him. That same warmth that flooded through her earlier came back at full force once she saw him quite literally devouring her pussy like it’s the best thing he’s tasted, his gaze dark, sensual, completely focused on her. “Yes. Nahante jipjunghae,” (Eyes on me) He hummed into her, lips curling around her clit and sucking so hard that it had her seeing stars.
She came with a loud cry of his name, body spazzing out completely as she tightened her legs around his face, riding out her high by grinding onto his face. She kept moaning out his name, felt his hands rubbing up and down her thighs as he moved his head in perfect sync with her hips, still eating her pussy like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.
Y/N felt like her soul just left her entire body. She felt like she was floating, her body felt limp, and her pussy was fluttering in all the right ways.
She leaned her head back on the ground, trying to steady her breathing, eyes glancing up at the ceiling. She felt so wet, could feel her cum and Hyunjin’s spit dripping in-between her thighs. She should have been embarrassed—mortified, even. But Hyunjin just gave her quite literally the best orgasm she’s ever had in her entire life, and she feels like she could now die in peace.
He was moving up her body, leaving light kisses against her legs as he made his way up, humming against her skin softly. Her eyes fluttered shut once she felt his hands slowly lifting up his hoodie, leaving a trail of kisses all over her stomach before pulling the fabric back down to cover her, stuffing his face into the side of her neck.
“Feel good?” He asked lowly into her ear, kissing just below her earlobe.
“Yes, so good,” Y/N breathed out, leaning her head to the side to give him more room. He hummed against her neck, his hands softly playing with the bottom of his hoodie.
“Was that okay?”
“Yes, definitely okay,” She replied quickly, trying to swallow down the dryness in her throat, “You made me feel so good, Hyunjin.”
He leaned his face up, and Y/N turned her head to face him, breath hitching in her throat at how close they were. His entire mouth was glistening in her cum, his lips slightly swollen and parted, and Y/N had the sudden urge to kiss him and taste herself on him. So, she did.
He kissed her back with just as much desperation, head tilting as he kissed her deeper, his hand coming up to rest behind her neck, guiding her into him. Hyunjin was such a good kisser. She could kiss him every single day for the rest of her life and be more than content.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” She breathed out a moan in his mouth, his teeth clashing against hers.
“Probably not,” He agreed, yet it didn’t stop him.
Y/N bit his bottom lip softly, leaning up to crawl in-between his legs and into his lap, gasping into his mouth once she felt how hard he was through his jeans. Her hands were tightly clutching the bottom of his t-shirt, his dick rocking against her pussy, and she felt her head spinning.
Hyunjin gripped her hips, guiding her to grind against his dick, pupils blown wide as he gazed down at her, “Do you still want me, jagiya?”
“You know I do, Hyunjin,” She whined out, his dick hitting against her clit just right that it had her entire body lighting up again.
He stopped her movements against him, and she glanced at him, very confused and slightly nervous, watching as he studied her for a second before flicking his head over towards her bed.
“Can you get on the bed for me?”
Y/N nodded her head, moving off his body as Hyunjin stood up, his hands reaching out towards her as he helped her stand. Her legs felt like jello, slightly unbalanced in his grip, no doubt a side effect of the mind-blowing orgasm she just had. His hands trailed down towards her hips, jerking her body towards him as he dug his face back into the side of her neck, softly nipping at the skin as he led them both towards the bed.
The back of her knees suddenly hit the edge of the bed and she gasped in surprise once he pushed her to sit down. He kicked her legs apart, standing between them, looking down at her with a gaze so hungry that it had her pussy clenching around nothing.
“Scoot back for me,” He lightly commanded, gripping the bottom of his t-shirt, slowly pulling it over his head.
Y/N couldn’t help the small shriek that escaped her mouth at the sight of his bare chest, eyes seemingly mesmerized at how beautiful he was. His skin was so smooth, so defined, so lean, that it had her wanting—no, needing—to touch him all over and make him feel as good as he just made her. Without thinking, she placed her hands on his lower abdomen, moaning lightly as she traced his abs with his fingers before tugging at the button of his jeans.
He swat her hands away, the action startling her, her face immediately flushing in embarrassment. She had opened her mouth to stutter out a string of apologies, when his low voice interrupted her.
“I said, scoot back on the bed. Maybe if you listen to me, you will get what you want, hm?”
It was embarrassing how fast she obeyed him, scrambling backwards on the bed, legs clamped shut in front of her. “Mal jal deutne,” (You listen so well) He grinned, hands slowly coming down to tease at the button on his jeans, her breath hitching in her throat.
Hyunjin cocked his head to the side, popping the button off as he watched her intently, “Take my hoodie off.”
Y/N hesitated, but only for a second before gripping the bottom of the hoodie, holding her breath once she slipped it over her head. Heat pooled in-between her legs once she forced herself to look at him again, his gaze dark as his eyes danced across her chest.
“Fuck,” He mumbled out, toying with the zipper on his jeans. His eyes traveled back up towards her face, “Are you sure you want this? With me?”
Y/N felt her heart fall into her ass. Is she sure? She’s never been so sure of anything in her entire life.
“Yes,” She breathed out, voice slightly wavering despite her attempts of keeping it even, “I want you, Hyunjin.”
He let out a pleased hum, slowly stepping out of his jeans, leaving him in just his Calvin’s. Y/N’s eyes instantly settled in-between his legs, whimpering at how thick and delicious he looked straining against his briefs. She rubbed her thighs together even harder, feeling like she could cum from just looking at him, because how can someone look like this?
“Spread your legs for me, jagiya, and let me see how much you really want me.” He commanded lowly, goosebumps forming on her skin from the tone of his voice—a stark contrast from what she was used to watching him online.
The cool air against her pussy made her shiver once she spread her legs, and he groaned lowly, sinking down into the bed as he began to crawl towards her, immediately clashing his mouth against hers as he settled his body on top of her. Her hands instantly tangled themselves in his long hair, tugging at the soft strands, pulling him even closer.
His lips were like heaven. They were so soft and so plush and he tasted so good in her mouth that she couldn’t get enough.
“You are… so addicting,” He mumbled into her mouth, his hands reaching between them to tug his underwear down. His cock sprang free, rubbing against her pussy as she shifted her hips up, and she gasped into him, grinding her hips up against him more. She didn’t dare look down. She thinks she might black out if she did.
He cursed into her mouth, their teeth clashing against each other, and she shivered once she felt the head of cock lightly brushing her entrance. “Can I… will you let me fuck you?” He panted out, forehead resting against hers as he stared at her.
“Yes, yes, please,” She babbled out, high on adrenaline and everything Hwang Hyunjin, “Please fuck me, Hyunjin. Please, please,”
“Condoms?” He strained out, looking like he was this close to losing his mind.
“In… in the drawer…” She breathed out, feeling like if he doesn’t grab it fast enough, she would, too.
As soon as he pulled off of her, he was already back on her before she could properly form a thought. She watched him, legs spread and pussy clenching, as he rolled the condom on his very large cock, her eyes about to pop out of her head from how delicious he looked doing it. He winced once he got it on, crawling back in-between her legs to rub his cock against her.
“It’s a little snug, but it’ll do,” He smirked lightly, biting his lip as he sat back on the heels of his feet, watching his cock glide between her folds.
Y/N flushed at his comment, hips jolting once he started to circle the head of his cock against her clit. “So wet for me… always so wet for me,” He hummed, a little dazed, “You’ve been wanting this for a while, yes? Wanting me?”
Y/N felt her cheeks burning, biting her lip, refusing to answer him. “Please… please…”
“Answer me,” He slapped her pussy with his cock, and she moaned loudly, the bass outside her door thumping in sync with her heartbeat, “Tell me. Tell me how obsessed you are with me, and I’ll fuck this pretty pussy.”
“I… I’ve wanted this for so long,” She strained out, face flushed hot, gasping once she felt the head of his dick slowly slipping in, the slight stretch making her feel insane, “Fuck… A-always knew you were my bias, even when I watched your D-District 9 performance… I-I was mesmerized by the way you rapped, the way your body moved, h-how much stage presence you carried,”
He slipped inside her a little bit more, a long moan falling from her lips as he urged her to keep going. “B-but it’s not just the obvious things. It’s the parts of you that don’t feel practiced… the parts of you that happen when you think nobody is paying attention,” She breathed out, holding his gaze, “I’ve been paying attention.”
Silence settled in, but it felt intentional—it felt close. He was still gazing down at her, one hand on the base of his dick, the other resting against her thigh. His eyes were flickering with something Y/N couldn’t make out, and she clenched around him once he moved forward ever so slightly.
“I think those things matter. How you never interrupt people when you have something to say. And when you laugh, there’s always that half-second where you process it first, like it has to be real before you let yourself react,” She whined out softly, knowing this is probably the worst time to say all of this but it’s her truth, “They matter because they’re honest. You don’t smooth them out or hide them. It just… it makes you feel real to me.”
“You feel real to me, too,” He groaned lowly, leaning his body over hers to catch her lips in his own. Her legs wrapped around his waist, hands coming up to rest at the back of his neck. She dug her heels into his ass, urging him to push all the way into her, his head falling into the crook of her neck.
“This is a bad idea,” He roughly mumbled into her neck, hands tightening around her hips.
“Yeah,” Y/N breathed, heart pounding in her throat, hands loosening just slightly on the back of his head.
He raised his head to look at her again, and whatever he saw there made his expression soften for her for half a second before it disappeared again under something more intense.
Then he was kissing her again, with zero hesitation this time. He kissed her like he wanted to, like there was no more pretending that they didn’t know exactly what they were doing. She pulled him closer, as if there had never been a chance she wouldn’t. His dick slid past her folds, stretching her open a little bit more. She moaned his name again, soft, pleading, desperate.
“You are… so beautiful, Y/N,” He let out softly, a little breathless, his hands gently caressing her thighs as he held onto them, “Neoneun naega bon saram junge gajang areumdawo,” (You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen).
The words she wanted to say to him got caught in her throat once he bottomed out completely, the feel of him making her eyes cross. His moan was so loud, so deep and guttural, that it had her clenching around him instantly, provoking another sound to ring oh so heavenly in her ears.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so tight,” He hissed out, hotly panting into her skin.
Y/N moaned in response, feeling so full with him inside her, hands rubbing all over his shoulders, his arms, his back, everywhere. She hasn’t slept with someone in so long that she almost forgot what it even felt like, not that she has hooked-up with many people to begin with. But even then, nothing could compare to how perfect Hyunjin’s cock was stuffing her full right now.
“Hyunjin,” She whimpered his name out, feeling like she might die if he doesn’t move soon.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” He replied instantly, grip tight on her hips, his breath coming out in rapid pants against her neck, “I’m so sorry. It’s been awhile, for me. I just need a second, otherwise this will be over very quickly.”
“It’s… been awhile for me, too,” She swallowed thickly, nails lightly grazing his back, “It’s okay. Take your time. I’ll be here.”
She immediately wanted to slap herself upside the head, because of fucking course she’ll be here. Where the fuck else is she supposed to go?
Hyunjin breathed out a small laugh, “I sure hope so.”
He started moving again, slowly, pulling out just a little to lightly thrust back into her. He lowly grunted at the movement, repeating the same action, mumbling out a few curses.
Hyunjin leaned his head up, eyes dancing across Y/N’s face a couple times before biting his bottom lip, readjusting himself to lean back on his heels, getting back in the same position he was in before. Y/N’s breath hitched, toes slightly curling from how his cock shifted inside her, watching him expectantly.
“Legs up.”
She lifted her legs up, his hands coming down to rest on her thighs, spreading her open wider for him. He groaned lowly once he flickered his gaze down, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of her pussy swallowing his cock. Y/N whimpered at the sight, feeling herself drenching down her thighs, having the sudden urge to reach one of her hands down to rub against her clit.
He glanced back at her again, “Eyes on me while I fuck you.”
A sudden, quick thrust of his hips knocked the air out of her lungs. Her body jolted backwards, a loud moan falling from her lips, and she threw her head back, eyes screwing shut in complete bliss.
A harsh smack to the side of her thigh had her eyes popping back open, gasping loudly at the sting that lingered there. “Keep your eyes on me, jagiya. I don’t like to repeat myself. You will figure that out soon enough.”
A choked moan fell from her lips as he snapped his hips back into her. She leaned her head forward, forcing it to stay upright as she watched him, a faint smirk grazing his lips. “Good girl,” He hummed, grabbing ahold of her thighs, leaning his body back a little, “Now watch me make you fall apart all over my cock.”
A scream rippled through her once he snapped his hips back into hers, fucking into her at a pace so rough and relentless that it had her vision blurring. Her pussy was so wet, sucking him in greedily, taking everything he was giving her.
“H-Hyunjin,” She choked out his name, mind clouding with desire, her hands coming up to grab at her breasts, tugging at her nipples, “F-feels so good… fuck me… so good… mhm… fuck,”
“Yes, jagiya,” He growled, gaze darkening as he watched her playing with herself, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust forward, “You like playing with your little nipples while I fuck this tight pussy? Hm? You feel me stretching you out, claiming you as mine?”
“Yes, yes, fuck,” She babbled out, her head hitting against her bed frame, but she didn’t care, “S-stretch me out so good, Hyunjin. W-wanna be yours. Let me be your slut, please.”
His eyes widened at her words, his grip tightening on her thighs, a completely new expression forming on his face. “Yeah?” He gave a fucked out smirk, his hair falling into his face, making him look so delectable that it had her feeling absolutely feral, “Wanna be my little slut for the night? Want me to stuff you full of my cock, make a mess in your pussy?”
“Fuck, yes, please,” She whined out with each sharp thrust, “P-please… wanna cum so bad on your cock, want you to s-stuff me full with your cum… please, please, please.”
Y/N knew she was out of her fucking mind and he most definitely will not be doing that, but she was living out one of her wildest fantasies right now, and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t make the most of it.
He growled out something in Korean Y/N didn’t understand, and her entire body started to feel warm, that familiar pit forming in her stomach, threatening to explode, “F-fuck, Hyunjin, I’m g-gonna…”
Her body was suddenly shoved to the side, face half-way stuffed into her mattress as his dick slipped out of her, an embarrassingly wet sound from her pussy ringing in her ears. She clenched around nothing, a gasp falling from her mouth once he bent one of her legs up, resting her ankle on his shoulder.
He was already thrusting into her again before she could form a thought, the new angle causing his cock to hit deeper inside her, making her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Hyunjin, fuck, yes, right there, f-fuck, please don’t stop,” She cried out, hands gripping the comforter under her so tight her knuckles turned white, drool falling down the corner of her mouth as he fucked her fast and hard. She felt the high rushing up towards her head, consuming every single inch of her body, and she threw her head back, body jerking with another loud cry of his name.
“Fuck!” She whined out once his cock slipped out of her again, unable to stop the tears from falling down her face at the second loss of what she just knew was going to be the best orgasm she would ever have in her entire life.
She clawed at the sheets beneath her, sobbing, her pussy throbbing and pride slowly faltering. “Hyunjin,” She cried softly, so desperate to cum that she found herself reaching her hand down towards her clit, “W-why…”
She was pushed onto her stomach before her fingers could circle her clit, her face buried into her comforter. She felt him lifting her hips up, her back instantly arching so perfectly for him, and he groaned lowly, hands harshly kneading her asscheeks as he sat up on his knees behind her.
“You said you wanted to be my slut, didn’t you?” He rasped out behind her, hand grabbing a fist full of her hair as he pulled her head up. She moaned out at the feeling, at how dominant he sounded, mind feeling fuzzy as she processed what was actually happening right now.
Hyunjin was a fucking freak. And she fucking loved it.
“Answer me,” He slapped her ass with his other hand, and she pressed her ass towards him in response.
“Yes, Hyunjin, I’m your slut.”
He pushed her head back down, stuffing the side of her face into the mattress as he leaned down over her, his dick lightly grazing in-between her asscheeks. She shivered at the feeling, moaning lightly once she felt his lips nipping against her ear.
“That’s right, jagiya. You want to be my slut, you’re going to get fucked like one,” He whispered hotly in her ear, accent making her weak at her motherfucking knees, “Now be my good girl and fucking take it.”
Y/N cried into the mattress once he started fucking her again, spreading her asscheeks apart as he abused her pussy. Her mouth was gaped open, moans falling from her mouth as he pounded into her relentlessly.
“So fucking wet,” Hyunjin groaned out, gripping her even harder as he fucked her deeper, “Feel so good sucking me in. You like this? Hm? Like my cock splitting your tight pussy open like this? Like being stuffed full with a cock this big?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” She cried out, “L-love your cock… fucking me so good… so good…”
Y/N felt drunk. She felt drunk on his lips, on his touch, on his cock, on his everything—and she never wanted to sober up. He was moaning out her name, switching back and forth between English and Korean, and Y/N found herself pushing her ass back into him, needing to feel him more. She’d claw her way into his skin if she could.
She arched her back more, bouncing her ass back off his cock, the force causing his grip on her hips to falter ever so slightly. “Fuck,” He groaned out behind her, loosing his rhythm, and she took this opportunity to glance at him over her shoulder, pussy clenching once she saw how fucked out he looked watching her pussy suck him in.
She fucked back into him even harder, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tilted his head back, loud whines falling from his pretty lips. He was letting her take control, letting her use him, letting her fuck back on his cock like he was her personal fuck toy.
“Mhm, yeah, f-fuck,” He breathed out a grin, biting his lip as he groaned lowly, “Fucking me so good… so fucking wet for me… such a good fucking girl for me. You’re going to make me cum all in this pussy.”
That seemed to do it for her, as she cried out his name, the sound bouncing off her walls, fading into the loud bass outside as she came all over his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” He whined out, thrusting into her a few more times before he collapsed on top of her.
Y/N felt like she blacked out. She had to have blacked out, because once she finally came back to her senses, Hyunjin was sprawled out beside her, panting heavily into the air with his eyes closed, lips slick and parted. She swallowed thickly once she caught sight of his dick that was now growing soft, yet still so fucking big, and she willed herself to flop onto her back, dots still floating in her peripheral vision as she struggled to comprehend what the actual fuck had just happened.
Right now, everything appeared completely normal. The music was still blaring, that little stain on the corner of her ceiling was still there, yells and laughs were heard outside the door. Except the person beside her was anything but.
She just fucked Hwang Hyunjin.
She fucked Hwang Hyunjin.
He groaned lowly beside her, reaching down to tug the used condom off of his dick. He winced a little once he rolled it off, and Y/N could feel him turning to look at her. She didn’t dare look back.
“Is it okay if I throw this away in your bathroom?”
His voice was soft, timid, holding a little rasp to it, a complete contrast of earlier. Y/N nodded in reply, not trusting herself to speak, and looked at her for another minute before slowly getting out of the bed to head into her bathroom.
She let out a long breath once he disappeared inside, trying to focus on the sound of the running water from her sink, trying to focus on anything other than the fact that she had just slept with her fucking bias.
The sinking realization had started to weigh heavy on her chest. It sank even heavier, even deeper, once she heard him coming out of the bathroom, walking around the bed towards her side. Still, she didn’t look at him.
He cleared his throat softly, “Can I… can I clean you up?”
“Okay,” She breathed out a response, feeling like her heart was about to explode out of her chest.
He sat on the edge of the bed, gently prying her legs apart, the cool air hitting her pussy, immediately making her shiver. She flinched once she felt a warm cloth lightly brushing against her inner thighs.
“Sorry,” He let out quickly, jerking his hand back, and Y/N shook her head, relaxing her body into the mattress.
“No, it’s okay,” She replied gently, opening her legs a little wider for him, biting her lip softly as she tried to ignore the fact that her pussy was still spread open for him even when they’re not having sex.
His breath hitched just slightly and she caught it, face flushing once she felt him finish cleaning up in-between her thighs, moving the wash cloth carefully against her. The gesture was so sweet that it had her wanting to pull him down so she could hold onto him, but she couldn’t do that.
He placed the cloth on her bedside table beside her, hesitating for a second before climbing back into her bed and pulling her covers down. “Lean up a little for me,” He whispered out, and she listened, allowing him to pull the rest of the blankets down before covering them both up. She felt less exposed like this, and it felt easier to breathe.
She let out a sigh, relaxing into her sheets, feeling Hyunjin shifting beside her. For a second, she wondered why he wasn’t leaving—why he wasn’t immediately scrambling to get his clothes back on to rush out of her room, fully intending on never seeing her again.
A soft brush of his fingers against her ribcage snapped her out of her thoughts. “Can I hold you?” The question came out quiet, careful, hesitant, “Would that… be okay with you?”
“Yes,” She whispered out a reply.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. His skin was hot against hers, his scent intoxicating, and she felt herself wanting to melt into him. She would lay here forever if she could.
Voices were heard outside, loud giggles and screams that seemed way too close to her door, and she tensed up again in his arms, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt begin to consume her for keeping him here. Y/N knows he shouldn’t be here. She knows he would probably get in so much fucking trouble if anyone even knew he was in here with her. Someone could easily walk into her room and see him lying naked in her bed, and the thought had her feeling sick.
“Hyunjin,” She said his name in a hushed whisper, attempting to pull her body away from his, “I—“
“Don’t.”
She turned to look at him, then, seeing the slight vulnerability lingering in his expression. That confidence from earlier was no longer there, replaced entirely with something deeper, something personal. It caught her off guard, causing something to sit heavily on her chest.
“Don’t say anything. Not right now. Just let me have this… let me have this with you.”
This time, when he reached for her, she let him. Her head rested against his chest, his heart beat thumping loudly in her ears. His shoulders relaxed in a way he probably didn’t even notice. But she did.
Neither of them moved after that. The light in her room seemed to grow brighter, the music outside growing softer. But under the covers, he kept holding her, as if it could stretch time just a little bit further. Y/N wished it would.
synopsis: when you're scared you just run away, but you go back to what you need
cw: idol!hyunjin, angst, explicit smut, temporary infidelity, alcohol use, smoking, language, emotional themes including jealousy and heartbreak.
You never knew.
You never knew that the night you ended it would carve itself into your bones like one of his half finished paintings, raw edges, smeared colors, impossible to look away from. You never knew how much of you would stay behind in that apartment with him, even after you closed the door and slid down the wood, sobbing until your throat felt like sandpaper.
Two and a half years of loving him in secret had taught you how to disappear, but it never taught you how to stop wanting him.
You worked as a junior event coordinator at Lumiere Productions, a mid sized company that handled logistics for fashion showcases, brand launches and seasonal pop ups in Seoul. Your days were filled with spreadsheets, vendor calls, last minute changes to lighting rigs and making sure the right gift bags landed in the right hands. It wasn’t glamorous. You wore plain black slacks and a company polo, carried a clipboard like a shield and answered emails at 2 a.m. when a floral supplier ghosted you the night before a big luxury event.
Your apartment was small. One bedroom, a tiny kitchen that smelled like instant jjajangmyeon more often than home cooked meals and a balcony barely big enough for two people if you stood close. It was normal. Safe. Invisible.
Hyunjin was the opposite.
Stadiums packed with screaming fans, flights that crossed time zones like they were nothing, brand shoots that kept him in designer clothes from morning until midnight. And for two and a half years, he was yours in the spaces no one else saw.
The beginning had felt like magic. He’d sneak into your apartment after midnight, still buzzing from practice, hoodie pulled low over his eyes. The door would click shut and he’d pull you against him before either of you could speak, lips finding yours like he’d been starving for the taste of something real. You’d laugh into his mouth when his cold hands slipped under your shirt, complaining about the rain or the long drive while you kissed the complaints away. Those nights were everything. Tangled sheets, his fingers tracing invisible lyrics on your skin, his voice soft as he sang half finished songs just for you.
“I wrote this thinking about your laugh,” he’d murmur, lips brushing your collarbone.
You believed him. You still do. But the cracks started showing around the two year mark. His fame kept climbing. Comebacks stacked like dominoes. Tours swallowed months. The company’s rules tightened. No public anything, no blurry photos, no risks. He started double checking every lock on your door, deleting chat histories the second he left your bed.
“They’re watching closer now" he’d say, eyes flicking to the window even when the curtains were drawn. Paranoia settled in like fog. Sasaengs had followed him before, rumors could destroy careers in hours and on top of that he loved you too much to let that touch you, and he loved his job too much to let that touch it too, so he hid you even deeper.
You tried to understand. You really did. But understanding didn’t fill the empty weeks when his schedule kept him in Japan or Europe or America. It didn’t stop the ache when you saw fancams of him smiling on stage while you sat alone on your couch, phone silent. It didn’t fix the fights that grew sharper each time he canceled another stolen weekend because “Dispatch is sniffing around again. It's too risky baby.. we can't right now”
The last months were a slow unraveling.
One night he showed up at 1 a.m., exhausted, dark circles carved under his eyes. You’d waited up, reheating the dinner you’d made hours earlier. He barely ate two bites before his phone buzzed, another manager reminder about tomorrow’s 5 a.m. call time.
“You’re leaving again?” Your voice came out smaller than you wanted.
“I have to.” He reached for your hand but you pulled away.
“You always have to Hyun, there's no time for us anymore"
He comforted you then, like he always did. And you forgave it and looked past it all as it ate you up anyway, as you always did. And you kissed and cuddled and watched a movie in the middle of the night as that was all the time you had with him before he left again.
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The final night was rain soaked.
The rain sounded like it was trying to wash the whole city away. He showed up at your apartment a little after midnight, soaked to the bone. The black hoodie clung to his broad shoulders, water dripping from the hem onto your floor. His hair was plastered to his forehead, and even in the dim hallway light you could see his eyes were already red rimmed.
He looked like he had run all the way here. You didn’t step aside to let him fully in. You stood in the doorway, arms wrapped around yourself like that could hold your heart together for a few more minutes.
“Hyunjin… we need to talk.” He froze, water still running down his face. And he looked so beautiful even in this state.
“Baby what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
You swallowed hard. The words had been circling in your head for weeks, but saying them out loud felt like swallowing glass.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
The color drained from his face so fast it was almost visible even in the poor lighting. He stepped forward, reaching for you, but you took a small step back.
“YN, please, don’t say that. Whatever it is, we can fix it. I’ll fix it.”
You shook your head, tears already burning behind your eyes.
“You can’t fix this, Hyunjin. Not this time.”
His voice cracked. “Tell me what’s wrong. Please. I’m here. I came as soon as I could.”
You let out a shaky breath. “That’s exactly the problem. You came as soon as you could, after another eighteen hour schedule, after deleting our texts again. Do you have any idea how much it upsets me of how terrified you always are. I’m tired of waiting weeks just to hear your voice for ten seconds. I’m tired of loving you in the dark while the whole world gets to love you in the light. I know what i signed up for, but I just can't do this anymore Hyun.."
He looked like he’s seen a ghost. His face now pale.
“I’m protecting you, us. You know that. If they find out about us they will destroy you. They’ll dig up everything, your job, your family, old photos. They’ll call you names, make up lies. I can’t let that happen to you.”
“I know you’re protecting me,” you said, voice rising despite how much it shook. “But I’m disappearing, Hyunjin. Every time you leave, I feel smaller. I sit here alone for days, sometimes weeks, wondering if you’re eating, if you’re sleeping, if some sasaeng followed you again and you’re scared. I can’t even post a normal story without worrying it might somehow connect back to you. I’m not living. I’m just… waiting. And the waiting is killing me.”
His hands trembled as he pushed wet hair out of his eyes.
“I hate it too. You think I like sneaking around like this? You think I enjoy telling you I can’t see you because there’s a rumor going around? I love you. God, I love you so much it hurts every time I have to walk away from you. But my life isn’t normal. It’s never going to be.”
Tears spilled down his cheeks, mixing with the rain still dripping from his hair. “Please don’t do this. I’ll talk to the company tomorrow. I’ll tell them I’m seeing someone serious. I’ll fight for us. Just… give me time. Don’t leave me.”
“You’ve been saying that for months,” you whispered, voice cracking. “Every time we fight, you say you’ll fix it. But nothing changes. Because it can't change Hyun, this is it, this is how it has to be. You’re getting more famous, and I’m getting more invisible. I love you, Hyunjin. I love you so much that it’s destroying me. That’s why I have to let you, us, go.”
His head dropped. Starring at your feet “Don’t say that. You’re the only real thing in my life.”
Your own tears fell freely now. You reached and cupped his wet face with both hands, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones.
“Then why does it feel like I’m already not there? You’re scared to even call me sometimes. You delete our photos. You look at the door like someone’s going to kick it down every time we’re together. I can’t live like this baby.."
“I’m sorry,” he choked out, voice raw. “I’m so fucking sorry. I know I’ve been distant. I know the schedules are insane. But I’m trying. Please… don’t throw us away.”
“I’m not throwing us away,” you said softly, even as your chest caved in. “I’m setting you free. And I’m setting myself free. You deserve to focus on your career without the constant fear that someone will find out about me and ruin everything."
He sobbed harder, forehead pressing against yours.
“I can’t lose you. You’re my home. Every time I leave this building I feel like I’m leaving half of myself behind. Tell me what you need. Tell me how to make this right. I’ll do anything.”
You stroked his hair, fingers trembling. “I need you to let me go.”
For a long moment the only sounds were the rain hammering against the windows and his quiet, broken sobs. Then he looked at you, eyes shattered.
“If I walk out that door tonight, does that mean we’re really over?”
You nodded and it felt like dying. “Yes. We’re over.”
He pulled you into his arms one last time. You let him. His wet hoodie soaked through your clothes, but you didn’t care. He held you so tightly it hurt, face buried in your neck as he whispered against your skin.
“I love you. I’ll always love you. Even if you hate me one day. Shit you might even hate me now but I don't care. Even if you find someone else who will love you the way you want him to.”
You cried into his shoulder, clutching the back of his hoodie. “How could I ever hate you.”
He pulled back just enough to kiss you, desperate, salty with tears, full of everything you couldn’t say anymore. When he finally stepped away, he looked smaller than you had ever seen him.
“Please don’t delete my number,” he whispered. “If you ever need anything… anything at all… call me. I will not bother you.”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. He turned and walked down the hallway. You watched until the elevator doors closed behind him, then slid down your own door, knees to your chest and let the sobs tear through you until your throat felt raw.
He never knew pain could settle so deep into the marrow of his bones that every breath felt like borrowing time from a life he no longer recognized as his own.
The night you closed the door between you two his phone buzzed relentlessly in his pocket. His bandmates were worried sick, calling him repeatedly, but he let it vibrate against his thigh until it finally went silent.
When he dragged himself into the elevator of your building the mirrored walls showed a stranger. Eyes swollen, lips trembling, the golden boy reduced to a someone who had just lost the only real thing he had ever kept for himself.
Back at his dorm they were all there, waiting for him, and when he opened the door and they saw his face they instantly knew what had happened. And somehow that made him even more upset. Was it really that obvious? To everyone but him? That this was going to happen sooner or later?
Chan simply poured a glass of water, sat on the edge of the couch and stayed there while Hyunjin stared at nothing. Jisung tried to ask, but Minho looked at him before he managed to get a single word out of his mouth, signalling him to stay quiet. They stayed with him on the couch and all around him in the living room, hugged him as he sobbed again, and then left him alone as they all knew that's what he wanted.
Later, alone in his room, he destroyed the painting he had been working on for your birthday. The soft blues and golds of your silhouette felt like laughing at him under the city lights. He smashed the canvas against the wall until his knuckles split and bled, then crawled into bed still wearing the damp hoodie that smelled like your apartment.
He wasn't mad at you. He was mad at you. It wasn't your fault, he understood this was all too much. He couldn't understand how you could just leave him. He wasn't blaming you. He was blaming you. His head was going to explode.
He pressed his face into the fabric and cried until there was nothing left inside him.
Changbin could hear him from the next room, and there was nothing in the world he wanted to do more than go in his room and stay with him, talk to him, comfort him. But he knew to leave him alone. Let him feel his feelings and process them in his own time and way. The one last thing he had real control over.
The weeks that followed blurred into a gray routine of practice rooms, flights, and stages that felt like performing an autopsy on his own heart. Every song he wrote in the dead of night carried fragments of you.
Half finished lyrics about a lover who left because he had become a cage. He kept your favorite hoodie hidden under his pillow like a secret he was too weak to let go of. At 4 a.m. when the dorm was silent and the city lights bled through the curtains, he would whisper apologies to the dark that no one would ever hear.
He wrote a song about you, named it Lover, and made a music video for it with an actress that looked like a copy of you. And he wished you would listen and see it and somehow change your mind, call him, text him. Anything. But nothing happened. And the realisation that this is real and he has to move on was a hard pill to shallow.
The fame kept growing, bigger arenas, bigger stadiums, louder screams, tighter security, but inside him everything was shrinking. He smiled for the cameras, danced like his body still belonged to him, and went home to an emptiness that echoed louder than any crowd.
A full year dragged by like that. Twelve months of learning how to function while missing you in every quiet moment. The company praised his “maturity,” the fans called him their “lover boy” in edits that made his stomach twist. He threw himself harder into work, into painting at odd hours, into anything that kept his hands busy so his mind wouldn’t wander back to your tiny apartment and the way you used to laugh when he would move the furniture in your kitchen so he could dance.
And then Sooah happened.
She was an idol too. Sharp, professional, beautiful in that polished way the industry loved. They met at a late night music show after party, both exhausted and both carrying the same invisible weight of schedules that never ended.
And she understood immediately. The paranoia, the tinted windows, the way every text had to be deleted, the way love had to stay locked behind closed doors. She didn’t ask for public dates or promises he couldn’t keep. She simply slid into the empty space beside him and made the loneliness a little more bearable, or so he thought.
He didn’t love her. Not the way he had loved you, the kind of love that felt like breathing. And it made him feel horrible. He tried, he was trying to love her like he knew she deserved.
Sooah made things… okay. Easier. She had a life very similar to his. For the first time in a year the nights didn’t feel quite so endless. He told himself it was enough. He told himself he was moving on.
They would meet at his or her dorm after schedules sometimes. The lights were low, the city humming faintly beyond the windows and her hands would slid under his shirt, nails lightly scraping down his abs as she pushed the fabric up and off.
“God, I missed this,” she murmured against his lips, her voice low and breathy. “You looked so good on stage today… but I kept thinking about getting you alone.”
Hyunjin let out a soft sound and kissed her back, fingers threading through her hair. “Yeah… long day.”
“You’re tense,” she whispered, lips brushing his jaw. “Let me take care of you tonight hm? No thinking about work. Just us.”
He nodded, letting himself sink into the heat of it even as a familiar ache tugged at his chest. “Okay… yeah, just us.”
He let himself go, fingers tangling in her hair as he kissed her back.
She was good. Exceptionally good.
Sooah dropped to her knees with fluid grace, looking up at him through dark lashes as she undid his belt and freed his cock.
“Look at you… already so hard for me,” she teased softly, voice husky. “Been thinking about me too?”
Before he could answer, she took him into her mouth slowly at first, tongue swirling around the sensitive head before sliding down until he hit the back of her throat. The wet heat, the perfect suction, the soft hum she made around him sent sharp pleasure shooting up his spine.
Hyunjin’s head fell back against the door with a groan. “Fuck… Sooah—”
She worked him with expert rhythm, tight, sloppy, deliberate, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t take, occasionally pulling off to lick long stripes along the underside while her other hand gently cupped and massaged his balls.
“You like that?” she asked breathlessly between strokes, eyes gleaming. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“So good,” he managed, hips twitching as she brought him right to the edge before easing off with a wicked smile. “Don’t stop…”
She stood then, shedding her own clothes with confident efficiency, revealing smooth, glowing skin and toned curves sharpened by years of intense dance practice.
Pushing him backward toward the bed, she straddled his lap, grinding her already slick heat against his cock in slow, teasing circles.
“Want me?” she whispered, lips brushing his ear. “Want to feel how wet I am for you?”
“Yes,” he breathed, hands gripping her hips. “Need you.”
When she finally sank down onto him, taking every inch in one smooth, deliberate motion, they both moaned. She was tight, warm, and perfectly wet. She rode him with controlled power, rolling her hips in deep, rhythmic waves that made his toes curl, her walls clenching around him on every downstroke.
“Hyunjin…” she gasped, voice breaking into a moan. “You feel so fucking good inside me. I need to go harder”
Her breasts bounced with the movement, and he couldn’t resist leaning forward to capture a nipple between his lips, sucking and biting just hard enough to make her gasp and ride him faster. She flipped them suddenly with surprising strength, pulling him on top.
“Fuck me,” she whispered urgently, legs wrapping high around his waist. “Don’t hold back tonight.”
Hyunjin thrust into her with deep, steady strokes, angling his hips to hit the spot that made her back arch off the bed and her nails rake down his back hard enough to leave marks. She urged him deeper, moaning his name in that breathy way that sounded like worship.
“Right there — yes, just like that,” she cried out. “I’m so close… come with me.”
The sex was intense, skilled, and physically overwhelming. Bodies moving in perfect sync, sweat slick skin slapping together, the wet, obscene sounds of her arousal filling the room as she came hard around him, walls fluttering and clenching rhythmically, crying out sharply as her orgasm crashed through her. The feeling of her pulsing and tightening around his cock dragged him over the edge right after her. He buried himself as deep as he could go and spilled inside her with a low, broken groan, hips stuttering through the aftershocks until he was spent.
For those few minutes, it felt incredible. Raw pleasure, expert bodies, mutual release that left them both panting and trembling. Then it ended.
Sooah curled against his chest, satisfied and glowing, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone.
“That was perfect… you always make me feel so good,” she murmured sleepily. “Stay with me tonight?”
He hummed in response, stroking her hair. “Yeah… get some rest.”
Her breathing quickly evened out into peaceful sleep. Hyunjin lay there staring at the ceiling, the warmth fading fast as the familiar emptiness rushed back in. The physical high crashed hard, leaving only guilt and hollowness behind. Even her soft, content sighs couldn’t fill the space where you used to be.
He waited until her arm loosened around him, then carefully slipped out of bed. He pulled on his boxers and a loose black shirt, padded quietly to the small balcony, and slid the door shut behind him. The night air bit at his skin. He lit a cigarette with trembling fingers. The first drag burned his throat like punishment. He reached for the half empty bottle of soju and took a long pull, letting the smoke and alcohol blur the edges of his guilt.
He thought of you. Always you. You, you, you, always again and again. Guilt rush all over him as his mind went back to you. The way you used to trace the lines of his arms with your fingertip while you lay tangled in her bed. The way you had cried the night you left him and told him you loved him but it has to happen, like breaking your own heart was the only way to save you both.
He didn’t feel saved, he felt broken, and he felt disgusting for leading on the beautiful woman who was now sleeping a few feet away from him, unaware of the fact he was out here smoking, drinking and thinking about his ex who he’s still so in love with.
He wondered if you were sleeping okay. If you had found someone who could hold you without fear. If you hated him now. He took another drag, another sip, letting the smoke and the drink blur the edges of the guilt until it was just a dull roar in his chest.
Sooah slept peacefully inside, warm and safe. And Hyunjin stood alone on the balcony, cigarette burning down to his fingers, soju bottle growing lighter, wondering how long he could keep pretending this was enough. For how long he would be leading on this nice girl who didn't deserve to be with such an unhealed asshole like him.
The first weeks without Hyunjin were a blur of numbness and mechanical routine.
You woke up, made coffee that tasted like nothing, went to work, coordinated events, smiled at colleagues when they asked how your weekend was, and came home to an apartment that still carried traces of him.
Some nights the faint scent of his cologne would linger on the pillow he used to steal, or you’d find one of his hoodies buried in the back of your closet that you couldn’t bring yourself to throw away. You’d hold it to your chest for a moment, then shove it back like it burned.
You deleted his contact one night when the silence became unbearable, then restored it the next morning because the thought of never being able to reach him again felt worse. And he had asked you so sweetly not to, how could you.
Work became your only anchor. You showed up early, stayed late, threw yourself into spreadsheets and vendor negotiations like the chaos of luxury fashion events could drown out the ache in your chest. You cried in the shower where the water could wash away the evidence, sobs muffled by the spray so no one, not even your own reflection had to witness how you were falling apart.
Months dragged on like that. Slow and heavy. Then one quiet evening in early spring, your phone lit up with a message from an unexpected number.
“Hey… it’s Minho. Lee Know. I know this is probably weird, but I’ve been thinking about you. Coffee sometime? No pressure.”
You stared at the text for almost twenty minutes, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Minho had been your friend long before the breakup. All of Hyunjin's bandmates were great and you got to know them slowly, but you became really close with Minho as you shared your love for tv shows, and quickly became friends.
You hadn't talked for a while now after the breakup, Minho had sent a simpe text saying "I'm sorry" which you ignored at the time.
“Okay.” you answered to his text, finally.
You met him at a small, quiet café people bearly step foot in on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. Minho looked the same as always, sharp eyes, calm demeanor. He wore a black cap pulled low to hide his face and a plain hoodie, trying his best to blend in. When you sat down, he gave you a small, genuine smile.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Thanks for coming. I wasn’t sure if you would.”
You managed a weak smile in return.
“It’s good to see you.”
He ordered an iced americano and stirred sugar into it slowly while you both eased into conversation. He didn’t push. He didn’t ask about Hyunjin. He simply listened when you eventually started talking, hesitant at first, then letting the words spill out. The emptiness that followed you everywhere, the way normal life now felt colorless and flat, how you sometimes caught yourself checking your phone for messages that would never come.
“I keep waiting for it to stop hurting,” you admitted “But it doesn’t. It just… changes shape.”
He never badmouthed Hyunjin. He never offered opinions or details unless you asked directly, and even then he kept his answers short and neutral.
“How’s he doing? Really.”
Minho paused mid drinking. His shoulders tensed slightly. He sighed and set the spoon down, looking at you.
“He’s… managing,” he said carefully. “Got a girlfriend a few months ago.”
Immediate panic across his face.
“Shit, I wasn’t supposed to say that. It just came out. Sorry.”
The words landed like ice water straight to the chest. For a second the entire café seemed to tilt sideways. You forced a laugh that sounded brittle and wrong.
“Really.. Do I know her” is all that managed to come out of your moth
“She's an idol” Minho replied with his head down almost embarrassed for not managing to keep this from you.
“An idol. Of course.” Your voice came out steadier than you felt. “Makes sense.."
Minho’s expression turned genuinely regretful. “YN… I didn’t mean to drop that on you like that. He doesn’t talk about her much. When he does, he just says things are… okay.”
You smiled, but it felt like your face might crack open. The ache in your chest sharpened into something vicious and familiar.
“Good for him,” you said softly, the words tasting like ash on your tongue. “I’m glad he found someone who understands.”
Minho reached across the table and gave your hand a brief, awkward but sincere squeeze. “You understood too, getting sick of this lifestyle is a whole different thing.”
You pulled your hand back gently and looked down at your untouched latte, blinking hard.
“It’s fine. Really. We’ve both moved on. This is what I wanted, right? For him to be okay.”
You left the café an hour later after you talked a bit more and finished with your coffee, walking home through streets that blurred from your tears. The moment your apartment door closed behind you, the dam broke. You slid down to the floor, back pressed against the wood, you found yourself in this stupid position again, and cried until your eyes swelled shut and your throat felt raw.
You never knew that hearing he had someone else could hurt worse than the night you let him go. The image of him with another girl played on repeat in your mind and made you want to throw up.
But you had no right, right? You were the one who broke up with him a year or so ago. He was begging you and crying at your door and you told him it was over and to let you go. So you have no right to sit here and be upset the most handsome, kind, loving boy you knew found someone else. Someone who understands him. This was your own doing.
The fashion showcase was supposed to be just another workday, long, exhausting, but familiar.
Lumiere Productions had landed the contract for a major luxury brand’s Seoul collection launch: high end evening wear dripping in sequins and velvet, invite only guests who spent more on one outfit than you made in three months, influencers posing for carefully curated content. The venue was breathtaking in that cold, expensive way, a sprawling marble atrium with soaring ceilings, massive floral installations that smelled like imported roses and money, and a runway lit with soft gold spotlights that made everything look like it belonged in a dream.
Your role was pure logistics support. You moved through the venue in your standard black staff uniform, crisp slacks, company polo tucked in neatly, sensible flats that wouldn’t kill your feet after twelve hours, earpiece buzzing constantly with vendor updates.
“Lighting rig three is flickering again.”, “Security says the guest list has two extra VIPs who weren’t on the original manifest.”, “Floral team needs confirmation on the mood board for the centerpieces.”
You handled it all with the calm professionalism you’d perfected over the last year. Double checking every detail, smiling politely at designers who barely glanced at you, making sure the night ran smoothly while staying completely invisible.
You were good at invisible
Tonight was just work. Nothing more. You kept your head down, earpiece in, and focused on the checklist glowing on your tablet.
Until the air shifted.
It happened so suddenly your body reacted before your mind could catch up, that familiar prickle on the back of your neck, the way your pulse slammed against your ribs like it still remembered his name better than your own.
You looked up across the crowded atrium, past the swirl of designer gowns and champagne flutes and marble floors that reflected a thousand tiny lights, and there he was.
Hyunjin. He stood near the edge of the runway like he had been placed there by the universe just to test you. Tailored black suit hugging every line of his body like it had been sewn on by someone who knew every inch of him by heart. The jacket sat perfectly on his broad shoulders, the pants accentuating those long legs and the elegant cut of his waist. His hair was styled back off his forehead, exposing the sharp line of his jaw and the high cheekbones that still made your stomach drop.
Under the warm lighting he looked devastating, sin and heartbreak. How could he possibly get even more beautiful.
His eyes found yours instantly across strangers. The rest of the room dissolved. For one breathless second the distance between you felt paper thin.
His lips parted. Your clipboard slipped in your grip. The tablet nearly clattered to the floor. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears. Heat rushed to your face, followed immediately by the sting of tears you refused to let fall in public.
You turned on your heel and walked fast toward the staff bathroom hallway at the back of the venue, weaving through caterers and security with your head down. The earpiece crackled with another update but you ignored it, ripping it out as you pushed through the plain unmarked door marked “STAFF ONLY.”
The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind you, the tears came. You didn’t even make it to a stall at first. You leaned against the cool tiled wall, one hand pressed over your mouth to muffle the sound, and let the sobs rip out of you, ugly, gasping, a full year of suppressed missing and jealousy and self loathing crashing down all at once.
He was here. Looking like that. Probably with her somewhere in the crowd, the woman who understood his world, him. You stumbled into the farthest stall, locked the door with shaking fingers, and sank down onto the closed toilet lid. Forehead pressed to the cool tile wall, you cried until your shoulders shook and your throat burned.
The uniform felt too tight. The fluorescent lights buzzed too loud. Everything hurt. Suddenly a soft knock on the stall door scared you.
“YN?” His voice, low, raw, too close. It sent a violent shiver down your spine and made fresh tears spill over.
“Please open the door.”
You shouldn’t have. You knew that. Opening that door meant stepping back into the fire you had barely survived the first time. But your body betrayed you. Your hand moved anyway, sliding the lock open with a quiet click.
Hyunjin stepped inside immediately, locking the door behind him. The small stall suddenly felt impossibly tiny. The space between you shrank to nothing. His eyes were wide and panicked, the same beautiful dark brown that used to look at you like you were the only real color left in his grayscale world.
Up close you could see the faint shadows under his eyes, the way his jaw clenched like he was barely holding himself together.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, voice cracking. “You’re crying — God, YN, what happened?”
“Am I okay? Really?”
Your laugh came out broken and bitter. Tears streamed down your face, probably ruining whatever minimal makeup you’d bothered with that day.
“Yeah, I’m fantastic, Hyunjin. Thanks for asking.”
“I will leave if you don't want me here” he said quietly with his head down.
“Yeah, as if” you replied. You didn't have the right to be angry at him, but how dare he follow you here, right?
“How’s the new girlfriend by the way? Must be so fucking convenient for you” now you were just being mean, and you knew that.
“What? How do you know that.”
“Oh Minho accidentally let me know. So happy you found a replacement”
“YN, stop — please —”
“No, it’s perfect.” Your voice rose even as it shook, echoing off the tiled walls. “You found someone who understands the life, right? I bet she never makes you choose between her and your schedules. I hope she makes you so goddamn happy, Hyunjin. I really fucking do. Because apparently I couldn’t. I was just the secret that got too heavy to carry.”
“What the fuck Y/N. You fucking broke up with me, I never wanted us to do this. I begged you”
And then it hit you, you were just being mean, unfair and jealous. You were acting like a fucking child who couldn’t handle the consequences of her own decision.
“I…” Your voice wavered and you immediately dropped the attitude “I know I broke up with you. I don't know what got over me just now. Sorry.”
Hyunjin’s hands clenched at his sides, jaw tight. His eyes were glassy, the same beautiful dark brown now shining with unshed tears.
“You think it was easy for me?” he whispered harshly. “You think I just woke up one day and decided to "replace you"? I spent months barely functioning. I drank too much.”
Your eyes shot up at his, regretful. You wish you could take that little tantrum you just had back.
“She’s not you. Fuck i’m so ashamed for saying this but she will never be you.”
You let out a bitter, wet laugh, wiping at your ruined mascara with the back of your hand. You shook your head, fresh tears spilling over.
“You don't have to do this. You don't have to say stuff like this. I was the normal girl who couldn’t keep up. That's it”
Hyunjin’s shoulders slumped. He looked exhausted now.
“You think I wanted easy?” he asked quietly, “I didn’t want easy. I wanted you. But you told me to let you go. So I tried to respect that. I tried to survive without you.”
His voice cracked on the last word. He took a shaky breath, hands still clenched at his sides like he was physically stopping himself from reaching for you.
“Sooah… every time I touch her, I think about you. Every time she falls asleep next to me, I lay there wondering if you are okay. If you are sleeping. If you hate me. If you found someone else.”
You stared at him, chest aching so sharply it felt like something was cracking open inside you. The thought of him touching anyone but you enraged you, but at the same time the jealousy that had burned hot a minute ago was cooling into something heavier, regret, guilt, and the overwhelming realization that you had both been hurting in parallel for an entire year.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice small. “I didn’t know it was still like that for you. I thought… I thought once you had someone who understood yout life, you’d finally be able to breathe.”
“You were the only thing that ever made sense.”
Your hands trembled as you reached up and grabbed the front of his suit jacket, the expensive fabric bunching under your fingers.
“I missed you so much it made me sick. Every event I worked, every time I saw a Stray Kids poster or heard one of your songs in a store, I had to pretend it didn’t feel like a knife in my chest. And then Minho accidentally told me about her… and I just… I lost it. I’m sorry I acted like a child just now. I have no right to be jealous when I’m the one who ended us.”
Hyunjin’s hands finally moved, cupping your face with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the storm in his eyes. His thumbs brushed away the tears still falling down your cheeks.
“You have every right,” he murmured, forehead dropping to rest against yours. “Because I still belong to you. Even when I tried not to. Even when I told myself I had to move on. I never stopped being yours, YN. Not really.”
The air in the tiny stall felt too thick, too charged. Your breath mingled with his. The scent of his cologne, the same one that used to linger on your pillows, wrapped around you like a memory you couldn’t escape.
Your fingers tightened in his jacket, pulling him closer until your bodies were pressed together.
“I still love you,” you whispered, voice breaking. “I tried so hard not to, but I do. So fucking much. Fuck I wish I could just fucking hate you”
Hyunjin made a low, pained sound and kissed you. It wasn’t soft or careful. It was desperate, months and months of suppressed longing crashing together. His lips moved against yours with bruising intensity, tongue sliding hot and urgent into your mouth.
You moaned into the kiss, hands sliding up to grip his hair, tugging sharply the way you knew he liked. He groaned deeply, the sound vibrating against your lips as he backed you against the wall.
His hands roamed, one sliding under your polo to press hot against your bare waist, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks. You could feel how hard he was already, the thick line of his cock pressing insistently against your stomach through his slacks.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he gasped between kisses, lips trailing down your jaw to your neck. He sucked a mark just below your ear, teeth grazing your skin. “Missed the way you taste. Missed the way you pull my hair like you own me.”
You arched into him, leg hooking around his hip to grind against the hardness straining between you.
“Then show me,” you breathed, voice shaky with need. “Show me how much you missed me, Hyunjin.”
His hand slipped higher under your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra, thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardened under his touch. You whimpered, hips rolling against him, the friction making heat pool low in your belly.
“You’re already so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmured against your neck, voice dark and rough. “Even after everything… your body still knows exactly who it belongs to.”
You reached between you and palmed him through his slacks, stroking the thick length. He groaned loudly, hips bucking into your hand.
“YN…” His voice cracked with warning and raw hunger. “Not here. If we keep going I won’t be able to stop. I’ll fuck you right against this wall and neither of us will care who hears.”
Your fingers tightened around him, squeezing just enough to make his breath hitch.
“Then don’t stop.”
He cursed under his breath, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. For a long moment his hand hovered at the button of your skirt, fingers trembling with restraint. Then he caught your wrist, stopping your strokes with a shaky exhale.
“Not here,” he repeated, voice hoarse. “Not in a bathroom stall where anyone could walk in. I want you properly. I want to take my time with you. I want to hear every sound you make when I’m inside you again.”
His eyes were dark, pleading, full of a year’s worth of longing.
“My apartment. Tonight. After the event ends. Please, baby. Come to me. Let me love you the way I’ve been dying to for so long. Let me show you that no one else has ever come close.”
You stared at him, lips swollen, uniform rumpled, heart hammering so hard you could feel it in your throat. The jealousy and anger had burned away, leaving only raw, aching need and the terrifying certainty that you had never stopped loving him either and you never could. You were cursed, or blessed.
“Okay,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I’ll come.”
Hyunjin kissed you one last time, slower, deeper, almost reverent. When he finally pulled back his hands lingered on your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear the second he let go.
He unlocked the stall door, gave you one last pained, longing look that made your knees weak, and slipped out, leaving you alone with swollen lips, ruined makeup, trembling legs, and a heart that had just remembered exactly how dangerous it was to be in love with him.
His apartment looked almost the same as you remembered, yet completely ruined.
The floor to ceiling windows still offered that sweeping view of the Han River, city lights glittering like scattered jewels across the dark water. But the air smelled of stale smoke.
Empty soju bottles lined the coffee table and kitchen counter. A half drunk bottle of whiskey sat beside an overflowing ashtray. The large painting you used to love, the soft silhouettes of the two of you under rainy city lights was now gone. In its place leaned a blank canvas slashed with angry black strokes.
You stepped further inside and anger flared again, hot and sudden.
“What the hell happened here, is all of this yours?”
You gestured at the mess of bottles, voice cracking with a mix of fury and worry.
“It's only just sometimes”
“This isn’t ‘sometimes,’ Hyunjin. This looks like every night.”
He closed the door quietly behind you, shoulders slumped under the suit jacket he still hadn’t removed.
“I drink, I told you,” he said softly. “It helps”.
“Helps?”
Your voice rose, but the fight quickly drained when you really looked at him, the tremor in his hands, the glassy exhaustion in his eyes.
“You look so tired. Like you haven’t slept properly in months. Do you even sleep? And since when do you smoke this much? I've barely seen you smoke ever”
He didn’t argue. Instead he reached for the pack of cigarettes on the counter with shaking fingers. You stepped closer, heart aching.
“I missed you,” you whispered. “Every single day.”
Tears filled his eyes instantly. They spilled over silently like they begged for you not to see them. He lit the cigarette anyway, but you gently took it from his lips and stubbed it out.
“Don’t,” you murmured. “Not right now.”
You kissed him slowly, carefully, like he was something fragile you were afraid to break. He made a soft, shattered sound against your mouth and cupped your face with both hands.
“I’m a fucking cheater,” he whispered, voice breaking. “I told her I’d be with her after the event… and instead I’m here with you. I'm so fucking horrible Y/N. I’m a mess. Why would you want to be with me”’
“You’re not horrible.” you said softly, kissing the tears from his cheeks. “Don’t talk like that about yourself ever again.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes red rimmed and desperate.
“I’ll end it with her tomorrow. I swear. I can’t keep doing this… pretending anyone else could ever be enough.”
His fingers trembled as he slowly pushed your shirt off your shoulders, lips following the path with gentle kisses.
“Is Changbin coming home later?” you asked.
“No”
Silence.
“Tell me you still want this… tell me I’m not too late.” he said finally.
“I want this,” you breathed, hands sliding into his hair. “I want you. Even if it’s messy right now. Even if we’re both scared.”
“Can I taste you?” he whispered, voice soft and reverent. “I’ve missed you so much… I want to feel you on my tongue.”
You nodded, breath catching. He was so pretty staring at your with his rosy cheeks, as if he’s suddenly shy.
“Yes… please.”
He pressed a slow kiss to your inner thigh, then another, working his way up until his mouth hovered over your core. He looked up at you the entire time, eyes never leaving yours.
“I love you,” he murmured against your skin. “I never stopped.”
Then his tongue found you, warm, gentle, and achingly slow. He licked long, flat stripes up your folds, savoring every inch like he was rediscovering something sacred. When he reached your clit, he circled it softly with the tip of his tongue, humming quietly so the vibration sent gentle waves through you.
You gasped softly, free hand threading through his hair.
“Hyunjin…” you whispered, squeezing the hand you were still holding. “That feels so good… I missed this so much.”
He hummed again in response, the sound warm and loving. His tongue moved with tender precision, slow licks, soft sucks, never rushing. Two of his fingers gently traced your entrance before sliding inside you, curling slowly in a way that made your back arch.
“Look at me, baby,” he whispered between licks. “I want to see your face when you feel good.”
You met his gaze, tears pricking your eyes again from the overwhelming emotion. Your joined hands stayed tightly linked the whole time, his thumb stroking the back of your hand in soothing circles.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, lips brushing against your clit. “So wet for me… so perfect. I could stay here forever.”
Your breathing grew heavier, soft moans slipping out as the pleasure built slowly, deeply. When you finally came it intense. Your thighs trembled around his head as waves of pleasure washed over you, a soft, trembling moan of his name falling from your lips.
“Hyunjin… oh god, I love you…”
He stayed with you through every aftershock, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs and your sensitive folds until you gently tugged him up by your joined hands.
You switched positions so he was lying on his back on the rug. You kissed your way down his chest, then lower, until you were settled between his legs. You took his hand again, lacing your fingers together as you looked up at him.
“I want to make you feel good too,” you whispered. “I missed tasting you… missed hearing the sounds you make.”
He nodded, eyes already glassy with emotion.
You took him into your mouth slowly, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down as far as you could. You sucked gently, hollowing your cheeks with tender pressure, one hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach. Hyunjin let out a soft, broken moan, his free hand gently threading through your hair without pulling.
“Baby… fuck, that feels incredible,” he whispered, voice thick. “Your mouth… I missed this so much. Missed seeing you like this.”
You hummed around him, the vibration making his hips twitch slightly. You kept the pace slow and intimate, eyes looking up at him the whole time, never breaking eye contact.
“I love you,” you murmured when you pulled off for a moment to kiss the tip. “I love making you feel like this.”
He squeezed your hand tighter.
“I love you too… so much. You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of this.”
You continued, soft sucks, slow licks along the underside, gentle strokes with your hand, until his breathing grew ragged and his moans turned into soft, needy whimpers. When he was close, he gently tugged your hand.
“Come here,” he whispered. “I want to be inside you when I come… I need to feel you around me.”
You crawled back up his body, still holding his hand. Clothes fell away slowly until you were both bare completely. He took your hand and led you to the couch, pulling you down so you were straddling his lap. Your fingers laced together tightly as he looked up at you, eyes shining.
“I missed holding you like this,” he whispered, squeezing your hands. “I missed feeling your heartbeat against mine.”
You leaned down and kissed him deeply, slowly. When you finally sank down onto him, taking him inside you inch by inch, you both gasped softly, foreheads pressed together. You knew how much he loved when you took control and used him to pleasure yourself, you knew how much it made him lose his mind.
“Oh my god…” he breathed, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again to lock with yours. “You feel so perfect. You always have.”
You stayed like that for a long moment, just connected, breathing the same air, hands still tightly intertwined. Then you began to move, slow and deep, rolling your hips in gentle waves. Every thrust was deliberate, intimate. Your joined hands rested against his chest, right over his racing heart.
“Hyunjin…” you whispered, voice thick with emotion as you talked to him a breath away from his lips. “I was so scared I’d never feel this again.”
“I was scared too,” he answered, voice cracking. He brought your joined hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles. “Every night I wondered if you still thought about me. I love you so much it hurts.”
He sat up straighter, wrapping his free arm around your back to hold you closer, chest to chest. Your foreheads stayed pressed together, eyes never leaving each other’s as you rocked slowly in his lap.
“You’re crying,” you whispered, brushing your thumb over his wet cheek.
“So are you” he replied with a soft, watery smile.
“I don’t want to let go of your hand. Not even for a second.” you said.
He gently laid you on your back on the wide rug on the floor, never breaking the connection. He settled between your legs, still holding one of your hands tightly while the other cradled the side of your face. He moved slowly, deeply.
“Look at me,” he whispered. “Please… just look at me.”
You did. Eyes locked, fingers intertwined, you felt every emotion passing between you, love, regret, relief, longing.
“I love you,” he murmured against your lips with every slow thrust. “I love you… I love you…”
“I love you too,” you whispered back, squeezing his hand tighter. “So much. Don’t let go.”
He didn’t. Not once.
When your pleasure finally built and crested, it was gentle and overwhelming at the same time. You came with a soft, trembling moan, walls fluttering around him as you clung to his hand.
You knew very well what to do to make him instantly come right after you, as you placed your hands on his neck and squeezed slightly.
“Fuck baby, harder. Do it harder”
And you choked him harder, riding him again, right there on the floor.
“Does she know you like that? Can she make you come in a second like I do?” you said, boldly, you didn’t know what came over you again.
He moaned loudly and rolled his eyes back. You knew him so well.
“No baby. No. Just you. Only you know” he replied through grunts.
He threw his head back as he spilled inside you with a loud sexy moan that made you want to live in his skin.
“YN… fuck, I love you… I love you so much…”
He stayed inside, both of you breathing hard, still holding hands. You rolled carefully onto the side, and he pulled you with him so you were facing each other, legs tangled.
“I don’t deserve this,” he whispered, tears still slipping down his cheeks. “But I’m so grateful you’re here.”
You brought your joined hands to your lips and kissed his knuckles.
“We’ll figure it out,” you said softly. “Together this time.”
He nodded, pressing his forehead to yours again, thumb stroking the back of your hand.
“You know,” you said “When you released Lover I almost called you” you admitted.
“What?”
“It’s a really beautiful song Hyun.. I am so sorry”
He signed.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for” he replied, but you insisted.
“No, Hyun, there is. I was overwhelmed and angry and annoyed and felt overlooked but pushing you away was stupid. Look what I did to you, look what I did to my own self” you kissed him randomly out of frustration, hard, cupping his face like he was going to disappear if you didn’t hold him.
“You needed a break from my shit, that’s okay..”
He was still so sweet even though you turned his world upside down in the worst way possible. And it broke your heart, you almost wish he would be angry and mean.
“Never again baby, I choose you and me, religiously”
➥ Idiots in Love, Secret (Mutual) Crush, Fluffy Sexy
➥ Contains: Just down bad Bartender!Chris railing you flat on a pool table after hours because my brain is R O T T I N G, a somewhat cute twist on the overused porn trope "I don't have money, how about I suck your dick?"
➥ You challenge the stupid hot bartender to a game of pool to get out of paying the gigantic bill your entourage racked up.
*a/n: Just one of the 971003 fics you will surely see about these pictures. And y'all are bad frens for not telling me about them as soon as they were out.
“Come ON, man! It’s Chae’s birthday, and we’ve been your regulars since THE DAY you opened this place!” you protest vehemently, pointing at your very inebriated group of friends waiting for their Ubers out front.
“And thank you for your continued patronage,” Chris responds flatly. “Was there a point?”
“I may or may not have said I’d pick up the tab as a birthday gift,” you grimace, then bat your eyelashes at him like a cartoon bunny. “Can’t tonight be on you just this once?”
“You want me to gift you a night for thirty people?” he snorts. “You guys dried out my entire inventory!”
“It’s good manners, and you haven’t even wished her a happy birthday,” you fake a pout.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHAEEE~!” Chris yells towards the entrance with a big smile, and she waves back at him with childlike joy, making hearts with her hands. He then looks back at you with murderous intent, sliding the bill across the counter like he wants gambling debts to be paid off. “Manners went out the window when you decided to trash my bar. In addition to your friends’ sailor drinking, you’ll be paying for the damages.”
“IT SAYS I OWE YOU LIKE TWO GRAND HERE, WHAT THE FUCK?!” you scream when you see the grand total of four digits.
“The pinball machine is broken, the toilet is overflowing, the wall needs to be plastered and repainted because your frat-ass himbos poked holes all over it with the missed darts, the darts weren’t the only things they couldn’t aim, AND they emptied the entire condom machine in the restroom,” he cites all the charges against you. “You’re lucky I’m not getting your house foreclosed.”
“Ugh, FINE, can I at least split it into four cards?”
“Can’t. The POS terminal doesn’t work.”
“I’ll pay you tomorrow then.”
“Oh, you’re not fucking going anywhere without paying me,” he sternly denies your motion.
“Where am I gonna find this much cash at this hour?!”
You look outside and watch your dear, dear friends wave you goodbye with dumb smiles as they get into their Ubers. As Chris wholesomely smiles at them all, the pool table at the back of the now-empty bar steals your attention.
“I’ll play you for it,” you propose.
“‘Scuse me?”
“I’ll play you for the damages,” you lean into the counter. “One hand. If I win, you clear the tab.”
“And when I win, you’ll still owe me money,” he scoffs. “What do I get out of this?”
“I don’t know, figure something out!” you raise your voice. “Just make it doable.”
You make it too easy for him sometimes. Chris bites his smile to keep the mask intact and declares his bet.
“Fine,” he crosses his arms against his chest. “You lose, you flash me.”
“Flash y— What?”
“You flash me,” he repeats. “Doable enough, yeah?”
“You can’t be serious,” you look at him blankly.
“I didn’t ask to fondle your tits. I just wanna look,” he says seriously, but is clearly trying to suppress a smirk. “All your friends saw it when you were playing truth or dare. Why shouldn’t the guy who served you the entire night?”
“Fine,” you grit your teeth as you extend your hand, shaking his like you want to break it rather than make an agreement.
Ultra content with your end of the bargain, Chris locks the front door and turns the sign on it to ‘Closed’ while you rack up the table. Ever the gentleman, he lets you go first and only lasts two turns before he starts dissing your skills.
“There is no way you’re gonna win like this, just saying,” he reaches for the chalk. “You’re making a few crucial mistakes.”
“Yeah, Cue-ristopher? ENLIGHTEN me, please,” you deride.
Chris takes that to mean ‘Legit give me a tutorial on how to properly play pool’. He gets behind you and practically hugs you, moving your arms like a puppeteer.
Meanwhile, you’re trying to think of ways to not die.
Not only is this the first time you’re alone together with the unofficial Chrome Hearts ambassador, but you have never stood in a proximity from each other that’s not at least a bar counter’s length apart. Now add the fact that you would suck this man’s soul out of him if you ever got him alone. Which is… right now… kinda sorta…
Fucking crazy he still hasn’t figured out why you’re forcing your entourage to hang out at that bar every goddamn night.
“See how the ball is too close to the pocket?” he points at your target. “If your bridge is this short, you’ll hit with too much force and send the cue ball right into the pocket. Longer bridge, slower speed, more control, yeah?” He then checks your grip and adjusts your posture. “Relax your wrist. Arm 90 degrees to the table. Don’t hold the very end of the cue.”
He holds your hand and slowly slides it a few inches up. You know you’re reading too much into this, but the way he moves is too reminiscent of… something else.
“Move up…” he softly instructs into your ear, “right here.”
HOW ABOUT HE MOVES UP RIGHT INSIDE YOUR PUSSY, THOUGH?!
“Now your front hand,” he leans forward and places his hand on yours. “Hook your index finger over the shaft.”
Is he picking these words on purpose, like…?! Since when is pool filled with innuendo for terminology? And more importantly, why is his body a million degrees behind you? Why is he taking deep breaths?
Is this a preview of what it would feel like to feel his body weight on you?
“That’s right,” he approves and gives you your final order. “Now hit that.”
You hit with remarkable accuracy, sending the cue ball to the very edge of the pocket, but it doesn’t fall into it. You can’t care less. You’re trying to brainstorm more ways to feel Chris closer. It’s going to look super tacky if you just said, “Fine, I quit,” right now and flash him, especially right after he’s shown you how to hit like a sniper. Will he think you’re just trying to get out of paying if you made a move on him right now? Will it make you look easy? Does he even find you attractive, or is the “Try this cocktail I’m experimenting with” thing something he does for a lot of people?
In the middle of your spiral, you feel a whisper in your ear, and it’s so soft that it makes you shudder. Nevertheless, you can swear you felt a little throb on your hips just now as he quietly speaks the words with a huge grin.
“Good girl.”
AAAND you snap.
You slowly turn around, resting the butt of the cue on the floor, and lean against the table. Your eyes narrow as if to scan him because something doesn’t make sense here.
“All the things you could ask from me, yet you asked me to flash you,” you recount the terms of your bet. “Why?”
“Can’t a man just want to enjoy a good view?” he retorts.
“He can,” you acknowledge, “but you’re an ass man.”
“How would you know?”
“When I’m by the bar, you never slip no matter how much of a low cut I wear, but you always check me out when I leave the stool,” you touché the crap out of him. “So spill.”
He feels so busted, breaking into a big smile as he averts his eyes from you. Now that it’s out in the open, he sees no harm in being more direct. He rests his hands on the table on either side of you and cages you under him.
“Maybe I was building up to something else,” he responds.
“Why not just go ahead and ask to fuck me then?”
“And you would agree?”
“If you can persuade me.”
He looks down at your chest and lightly brushes the back of his fingers from your exposed collarbone down to your cleavage. You gasp when you suddenly find yourself in the air in his arms, and he makes you sit on the table. He hooks his fingers into the belt hoops of your jeans and pulls you a bit closer, slowly undoing the button.
“So if I just… got on my knees for you right now,” he drags the zipper down, “gave you a nice, sloppy head…”
He slips a hand inside, gently caressing your soaked folds with two fingers. Then he removes them and spreads his fingers apart, licking his lips at the sight of the slick between them. You can’t help how thickly you gulp when he looks right into your soul as he licks them clean.
“...would that be persuasive enough to let me fuck you on this table?”
“What a freak,” you chuckle. “First time getting physical, and you want a threesome with the table?”
“Yeah, you’re right,” he tsks. “It’ll be awkward between me and the table tomorrow since we work together.”
You burst into laughter, and he joins you. You feel like you can breathe again, but it’s short-lived. When the laughter dies down, the air immediately starts thickening again.
“You know,” you pull him closer from his collar, “your experimental cocktails have too much pineapple juice in them.”
“If you don’t like it, then stop drinking them,” he counters.
“Then stop feeding them to me.”
“Then stop accepting it.”
“Then stop acting like you’re not trying to get me to taste better,” you hold up his damp fingers. “Did it work, at least?”
“That’s a myth. I figured if you bought into it, you would start associating me with cum,” he replies with a smirk. “You taste so fucking delicious as it is, I should make a cocktail out of you.”
Yeah, you throb between your legs a little bit, and what about it?
“So if I just… paid a one-off service fee instead,” you slide your hands down his chest, “can we just call it even?”
“Just so you know, gratuity is not included,” he informs you before he leans in for a kiss.
His lips are impossibly soft, moving within yours with such a memorized rhythm as if you’ve already been kissing each other for years. His hands move to peel your pants off of you, and he drags them down to your ankles, spreading your legs while kneeling before you. You don’t get a heads-up before he dives right in, hands wrapped around your thighs as he drags his tongue all over your slick folds.
You can’t believe you have actually manifested your most frequented wank session material into existence.
“There is no way you’re gonna make me cum like this, just saying,” you lie your ass off for the sake of snark. “You’re making a few crucial mistakes.”
“Enlighten me, please,” he slurps into your entrance.
“Get your fingers wet,” you instruct him as you spread your lips. “Then wrap your lips around my clit.”
He follows your orders to perfection, and you move his hand towards your entrance.
“Now hit that,” you urge him.
And man, does he hit.
It has nothing to do with pace. Chris doesn’t rush. He sticks his tongue out, relaxes it, and presses it against your clit, moving his head in a circular motion and occasionally closing his mouth on your pussy. His middle and ring fingers keep working you as he eats, stimulating a delicious spot inside you in an almost languid rhythm. Yet it works so well that the slick you’re oozing is dripping down his wrist.
“Don’t–Don’t stop…” you moan, your eyes rolling back. You need something to grab onto and squeeze, but there’s nothing around you other than him. “So wet, god, Chris, you’re fucking killing me…”
He chuckles into your pussy so softly that something shoots up from your crotch and hits the ceiling of your head. When he notices how your legs shake, he starts moaning into you more, quiet but deep, and it sounds so lewd as if you’re the one satisfying him. You hold his head in place and ride his tongue, trying your hardest not to go insane while listening to his sounds of pleasure, and when he starts slurping on your clit, you snap.
Chris doesn’t remember ever witnessing something so obscene and so beautiful in the same breath.
He gets back up on his feet, and you almost lose your mind seeing half his face covered with you. He seems proud of it. He seems like he wants a reward for it. A kiss, a compliment, a flash of your tits…
He unbuckles his belt and takes his cock out, his tip flushed dark pink with how hard he is. It’s so mouthwatering that your hands move on instinct to feel him, tracing the bulging veins with your thumb.
“Any mistakes here I need to be aware of?” he asks, aligning himself with your entrance.
“Just hit that,” you hold onto his shoulders with a fucked out smile.
A deep groan rips from his throat as he disappears into you. You lick your palm, reaching under to cup his balls, and he starts smiling to himself with his eyes closed like he’s getting high. His girth makes you feel so full, and your mind goes more blank with every thrust, unable to form a single thought. Before it becomes a full white space inside your head, your end of the bargain knocks on the door of your consciousness, and you peel your top off, pressing your breasts together while pinching your nipples a little bit. His face contorts at the sight, and he leans in to suck on them, his pace suddenly turning erratic.
“Lie down for me, beautiful, I’m gonna cum on them,” he requests. “Play with those for me, yeah?”
You lie on your back and get your fingers wet, looking right into his eyes as you rub your nipples. He feels incredible being buried deep inside you, all swollen and wet for him, but the way he makes your tits bounce just makes him wanna hit that harder.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so hot. Yeah, like that. Like that. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. I’m gonna cum so hard for you, baby, clench. Clench harder. Harder, yes. Yes. FUCK!”
The warm, thick strings of his seed land on your breasts, and it feels so strangely satisfying. You smear it all over your skin like your bespoke moisturizer, and even though he’s just cum, Chris loses it a little bit. You hold onto his hands and pull yourself up, kissing him through his faded euphoria.
“For your information, I was just trying to be a gentleman,” he holds your face, “I’m also a tits man.”
“You don’t say,” you narrow your eyes, joining his silly giggles, and as you put your clothes back on, your phone goes off with a notification.
Chaerry Blossom
say thank you to chris again for the gift <3 he’s the best
also hit that already before someone else does smh
“Um… Efren Reyes, yes, hello,” you snap your fingers in front of Chris’ face. “Is there something you wish to tell me?”
“About what?”
“What does Chae mean with ‘gift’?” you show him the screen.
Chris reads the text, then fashions a response template for you. “Tell her I said, ‘Anytime, and happy birthday’.” He buttons his pants back on and fixes your hair. “The mention of hitting that is up to you, but if you do, a five-star review of my performance would be appreciated.”
“What are you saying?” you furrow your brows.
“Oh, come on, it was her birthday today. Wouldn’t be good manners to take money,” he explains with the most vexing smile. “Consider it a gift from me.”
“So… we didn’t have to do this shit at all,” you purse your lips, brows knit so tightly with the realization of being hustled that a valley forms between them. “In very camp porn fashion, you were already planning to fuck me for the tab.”
“I never opened a tab for you guys tonight.”
Your mouth parts open, and all that comes out for a while is ceaseless stammering. What does he mean he didn’t open a tab? What does he mean consider it a gift from him?
“What the heck was that whole production then?!” you eventually yell at his face.
“Wanted to shoot my shot. I was prepared for you to cuss me out, and if that happened, I was just gonna say I was messing with you,” Chris shrugs. “Which, I technically was.”
“You freaked me out just for the LOLs?”
“I freaked you out for a chance to finally get you alone so I can ask you out,” he confesses.
Your flabbers are gasted, your dumbs are founded, and your thunders are struck. You don’t know what to say to him for a while, much less when you realize some things you’ve been carrying around for the longest time might not have been one-sided at all.
“We’re… literally here every night,” you state the obvious.
“Yet every night you come in together with your friends, too busy chatting it up at your booth, then leave together,” he gives an executive summary of your nightly routine. “Even when you guys go to the restroom, you move in flocks, like what’s up with that?”
“We’re not rampant alcoholics, dumbo. Why would we hang out here every night?” you emphasize once again.
Chris takes a moment to process your words, then his dimples start to deepen. It’s like a yawn effect—every time you see him smile, you inadvertently smile, too.
“Well, at least we were able to test how sturdy the pool table is,” you caress the green surface, then look at him with a smirk that’s up to no good. “Wanna go test how sturdy my bed is?”
“I can tell you the results up front; it’s so failing the test,” he melts into your lips again.
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Synopsis: When you signed up for a paid product testing program, you expected free samples and money. What you didn’t expect was to be paired with Hwang Hyunjin and assigned to test a series of increasingly questionable sexual wellness products together. (16,8k words)
Author's note: Ok guys, brace yourself for impact* and hope you enjoy it (*reads angst 🫣)
The email comes in quietly. Just a soft ping somewhere between the clutter of unread messages and half-finished drafts.
Hyunjin almost ignores it. He’s slouched in his chair, one leg stretched out under the desk, the other hooked loosely around it, pencil spinning lazily between his fingers while his screen glows with a half-done sketch he hasn’t touched in the last ten minutes. His mind isn’t there. It hasn’t been all morning. Not since—
He exhales through his nose, stopping the thought before it finishes and the ping comes again.
This time, he glances at it and the subject line catches his attention:
Final Submission Deadline – Product Testing Program
The pencil slips from his fingers, rolling across the desk until it bumps against his phone with a dull tap. For a second, he just stares at the screen and considers not to open it. Like maybe if he just let it sits there, unread. It won’t be real.
At one point, he caves in with a sigh and clicks it open.
Dear Participants,
This is a reminder that the final product evaluation must be submitted by the end of this week. Please ensure all testing sessions are completed and documented accordingly. Late submissions will not be accepted and therefore, will not receive full compensation and ineligible to enter the drawing for main prize.
Hyunjin slowly leans back in his chair as the weight of it settling somewhere uncomfortable in his chest. The test program ends this week and then… that’s it. No test schedule. No product testing. Just— done.
His jaw shifts slightly as he reads the email again, like maybe the words will rearrange themselves into something less absolute. Instead, his mind drifts to you and all the times he’s shared with you and with it, the chances he let slipped away.
His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek because to him it means more than just a test. More than the compensation and the mere promise of a free vacation. More than he’s comfortable admitting.
Hyunjin huffs out a quiet breath, dragging a hand through his dark locks before leaning forward again, elbows resting on the desk as he stares at the email.
“One more,” he mutters under his breath.
One more test. One more night. One more excuse. And then what?
His gaze flicks to his phone and he hopes that you’d have sent him something. But nothing. Nothing after that night. But that’s how you are. Clean lines. Clear boundaries. He used to like that but now— now it just irritates him.
Hyunjin reaches for his phone, unlocking it without thinking, thumb hovering over your name and thinks that at least, he has a reason to text you now.
So when are we going to do the final test?
He stares at the message for a second. It’s casual and normal, but… detached. So not what he’s actually thinking and wanting to say. Still, he hits send.
The message goes through instantly, delivered and Hyunjin grabs his pencil back, trying to continue working but his mind won’t quiet. He thought this would be simple and fun. Something temporary, but somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling that way. And the next thing he knows, the end is here — looming, inevitable and he finds himself dreading it. Because once it’s over and so are you. Or at least, the version of you he gets to have like this.
Hyunjin manages to force himself to work, mostly because he needs the distraction. An hour passed in a blink of an eye and he allows himself a break, or rather, a chance to check his phone. His fingers work fast to open the messaging app and the last message he sent you just… sits there. Delivered and seen, but no reply. Which is worse.
Hyunjin refreshes and refreshes it again, like that’ll somehow speed things up. Your chat stays exactly the same. No answer.
He exhales, pushing himself up from his chair. “Alright, guess I’m coming to you,” he mutters.
And at least now, he has a reason to see you.
-
Once the elevator doors slide open, Hyunjin makes a turn to the right, toward your office and he notices right away that you’re not on your desk. He continues walking as he spots Gabe is there, hunched over her laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard like she’s in a race against time.
“Morning,” Hyunjin calls out.
“Mm,” she half-heartedly replies without looking up.
That’s new. He arches a brow but doesn’t comment, instead making himself comfortable by perching on the edge of your desk. He takes a look at your things on the desk and impressed by how organized they are. His fingers reach for a bowl of candies without asking, fishing one out, unwrapping it lazily before popping it into his mouth.
He patiently waits as he sucks on the sweetness of caramel in his mouth, letting the silence stretch, only filled by the rapid clicking of keys and the occasional frustrated sigh from Gabe.
When she finally stops, she looks up and just like that, her expression brightens, like she’s remembered her manners. “Oh—hi, when did you get here?” she says properly this time, smiling.
Hyunjin shrugs, chewing slowly. “Long enough.”
“So, what are you doing here?” There’s a playful lilt to her voice as she asks it. Then her eyes light up, her smile brightens. “Wait—are you here to tell me you’re taking me as your plus one for the hotel voucher?”
God, she makes this too easy. Hyunjin grins and leans back slightly, slipping into the lie without hesitation. “Actually, my friend just got married. I gave the voucher to him as a wedding gift.” he says, dragging it out just a little.
Gabe’s smile falters. Just a little. “Aww… what a shame,” she mutters, deflating.
For a second, Hyunjin almost feels bad. Almost. “I’ll make it up to you with a lunch. My treat,” he adds quickly.
That works to make the smile on Gabe’s face widens and brightens. She perks up instantly, eyes lighting again. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Hyunjin answers without the slightest of hesitation.
She holds his gaze and grins. “I’m holding you to that.”
He raises a hand, putting it over his chest dramatically. “Please do.”
Hyunjin pushes himself off your desk then, wandering over to hers like this was his plan all along. He mindlessly plays with little figurine on Gabe’s desk and then too casually, he asks, “Where’s Miss Perfect Planner?”
Gabe props her chin on her hands, elbows on the desk, clearly slipping into her favorite mode now—gossip. “She got called to the CMO’s office about fifteen minutes ago,” she says.
Hyunjin pretends to be busy playing with the figurine to care. If only Gabe is clever enough to notice, there’s a flicker behind his expression before he smooths it over.
“Ah,” he hums.
Instead, Gabe leans in slightly, lowering her voice like she’s about to share state secrets. “I wonder what they’re talking about in there.”
Hyunjin lets out a small, dismissive chuckle. “Work, probably.”
Gabe scrunches her nose. “Yeah… probably.”
When he thought she’s about to drop the conversation there, she takes a sip of her coffee, eyes narrowing slightly in thought as she adds, “Could be something else...”
Hyunjin laughs again, lighter this time, like it doesn’t matter. Like it doesn’t bother him at all. “Wow. You’re really invested in this.”
Gabe holds his mug with both hands and then shrugs, unapologetic. “I like a good story.”
Honestly, Hyunjin can’t ignore that possibility too. But you can’t be, right? You’re all about rules and professional, you couldn’t be talking about something other than work with Seungmin.
“Anyway, what did you come here for?” Gabe asks, snapping Hyunjin out of his thoughts.
Hyunjin opens his mouth, ready to lie again but he stops when he hears the clicking sounds of heels against the floor. He turns his head to the side and there you are.
You step in, mid-thought, mid-motion and pause when you see him sitting there like he’s been waiting. Your brows knit together slightly, confused. Caught off guard, maybe.
“Oh, there you are,” he says easily, getting off Gabe’s desk.
Before you can question him, Hyunjin closes the distance, his hand landing lightly on your shoulder as he steers you away. “I need to talk to you,” he adds, already walking.
“About what?” you ask.
“The invitation design we talked about the other day,” he lies smoothly, still steering you away.
He opens the door to the empty meeting room and you don’t resist as he gently pushes you inside. Then he steps in after you.
The second the door shuts behind him, you turn on your feet to face him and still convinced that it’s about work. “What design are we talking about? I don’t think—” you stop talking when you see his grin.
Your face drops instantly into annoyance and flatly say, “Don’t joke about work.”
He shrugs, completely unbothered. “But it’s fun seeing you like that.”
You glare, arms crossing over your chest. “Then what do you need?”
He leans back against the table, hands resting along the edge. “Did you get my text?”
“Yes.”
“And…?”
“I was in a meeting.”
Right. Hyunjin nods slowly. “With Seungmin?”
“With the CMO, yes,” you correct him.
“What kind of meeting?” he asks it casually, but the intention is not.
Your eyes narrow just slightly. “That’s not your business.”
There it is. The line. He decides to let go. “Did you see the email about the test program deadline?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
You nonchalantly shrug. “I’m not worried because we’ll finish it on time.”
Hyunjin studies you for a second before asking, “And when are we doing the final test?”
With a tilt of your head and a playful glint in your eyes, you tease, “Ooo, someone’s impatient.”
Hyunjin is thrown off for a second because that’s not what he expected. He recovers quickly, a grin sliding back into place. “Of course, I am. We’re going to win that free vacation, remember?”
You nod like that makes sense and think for a second. “How about tomorrow then?”
“No.
His answer is too fast and rather, suspicious. He quickly schools his face to remain calm, not willing to let it show that tomorrow is too soon for him. That he’s not ready for it. And that he actually doesn’t want it to end soon.
“Didn’t you just say we need to finish it on time?” you ask with eyes slightly narrowed.
Hyunjin opens his mouth and then closes it. Then scrambles to explain, “Well—yeah, but… It’s the last one. It should be special.”
You let out a long, tired sigh. “I don’t like the sound of that.”
He scoffs. “Why not?”
“Because you’re the one planning it.”
He grins at that, stepping closer, hands finding your arms without hesitation. “You’ll like it this time.”
You roll your eyes. But you don’t pull away from the idea. “When, then?” you ask.
Hyunjin thinks quickly, but carefully. Since they only have to submit within the duration, he can definitely push it to the final date. “This weekend,” he decides.
You take a second to consider it and then nod. “I’ll see you then.”
And just like that, you’re turning toward the door.
Hyunjin straightens slightly as he calls after you. “It’ll be special,” he assures you.
You open the door, glancing back over your shoulder and offering him a faint smile. “Can’t wait,” you flatly say.
The you step out of the door and Hyunjin stands there for a second with a smile slowly rises on his face. Because you said can’t wait. But the way you said it? Yeah. You’re not the only one pretending.
-
The days slip past him faster than he expects. Everything feels… suspended, like he’s just waiting for something to arrive and then, it does.
The weekend is here and by the time he pulls up in front of your house, the late afternoon sun is dipping low, casting everything in that soft golden light that makes things feel warmer than they actually are.
He cuts the engine, reaches into the backseat, grabbing what he needs—a backpack slung over one shoulder, a paper bag hooked in his fingers.
For a second, his gaze flicks to the door. He still has your spare key. He could just walk in. But, no. Tonight deserves more than that.
So he steps out, shuts the car door, and walks up to the front door like he doesn’t already know this place inside out. Then knocks on it. Once. Twice.
He doesn’t have to wait long for the door to open and there you are, leaning against the frame, casual, like you’ve been expecting him—but not this early.
Hyunjin’s grin comes easy as he lifts the paper bag in his hand and cheerily announces, “Dinner’s here.”
It earns him exactly what he wants— that faint, reluctant smile tugging at your lips. “You’re early. That’s new,” you say, one brow lifting.
He shrugs, shifting the bag in his hand. “I’m full of surprises.”
You don’t even bother entertaining that. Just step aside, opening the door wider for him.
Hyunjin steps in, crossing the threshold and dropping his things in the living room without much thought before following you toward the kitchen.
You stop there, turning slowly, hands braced against the counter behind you. “So, what’s for dinner?”
Hyunjin watches you for a second. Then smiles. “There’s something you have to do first.”
A flicker of confusion crosses your face. “What?”
He jerks his chin toward the chair. “Sit. Wait here.”
You sigh immediately, suspicion written all over your face. “If this is another one of your experimental cooking techniques—”
“It’s not,” he cuts in quickly. His grin widening as he adds, “It’s worse.”
Your eyes widen in horror and that’s enough to make him laugh. “Relax,” he quickly assures you, shaking his head. “Do you want dinner or not?”
“Yes. And I’d like to have it now,” you say in a firm, impatient tone.
“Then sit and I’ll tell you when it’s ready,” he simply says.
Another sigh escapes you, in defeat this time. “Please, hurry.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He steps closer before you can move, hands finding your shoulders easily, guiding you back into the chair. You let him even if you roll your eyes while doing it.
Hyunjin lingers behind you for a second longer than necessary, bending down just enough so his mouth hovers close to your ear. “Sit still and be patient,” he murmurs.
Before you can stop him, he presses a quick kiss to your cheek and triumphantly grins when he sees your surprised, slightly flustered expression. He quickly straightening himself, grabbing his things and heads toward the back.
When you see him walk past the kitchen, you shout, “You don’t want to mess with a hungry girl.”
He chuckles under his breath, stopping for a second to shout back, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
He continues walking toward the back door. Toward whatever ridiculous, over-the-top plan he’s cooked up this time. And as he steps out into the backyard, Hyunjin can’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. Because if this is how it ends, he’s making sure it’s anything but forgettable.
-
The sun hangs low, dipping toward the horizon, painting everything in warm gold and soft orange. Hyunjin gets to work, setting everything up for his special night. He lays the picnic mat first—right in the middle of the yard where the view is best. The projector takes him a minute to set up, adjusting the angle, stepping back, squinting, stepping forward again until the image lands cleanly against the blank wall of your house. He leaves the garden lights off and instead, he flicks on the back porch light, letting it spill softly into the yard.
He steps back once more, scanning everything and a quiet breath leaves him.
“Not bad,” he mutters.
Satisfied, Hyunjin turns and heads back inside. He walks into the house like he has springs on his feet but he abruptly stops on his track when he sees you’re not in the kitchen where he told you to wait. He pauses, glancing around briefly before moving toward the living room and finds you curled on the sofa, a book in your hands, completely at ease like time moves slower around you. His steps slow without him realizing and admires the sight for a bit. Because you look… soft like this. Untouched by everything that’s been circling between the two of you.
When you notice him, you stretch—arms lifting above your head, back arching slightly as you set the book aside. “Is it ready?” you ask.
He doesn’t answer right away. Just walks up to you, a smile already tugging at his lips as he holds his hands out.
You slip your glasses off first, putting it away along with the book. Then place your hands in his with no hesitation at all
Hyunjin helps you up, his grip steady, one hand lingering around yours even after you’re standing. “Come on,” he says.
He doesn’t let go. He leads you through the house, toward the back door with that quiet anticipation building with every step. Right before opening it, he stops and turns slightly toward you. “Don’t be too surprised.”
You tilt your head, putting on an exaggerated, almost mocking expression—wide-eyed, smitten. “Wow, I’m already impressed,” you say dryly.
He knows you’re teasing but it doesn’t matter. You’re cute even when you faked a delighted expression. He smiles anyway, then turns the knob and pulls the door open. “After you.”
You step out first and stop right there on the porch, taking in the picnic setup in the middle of the backyard, the soft light, the sky melting into evening hues. You turn your head slightly, glancing at him.
“The forecast says it’s going to rain tonight,” you inform.
Your tone is light, matter-of-factly but he catches that quiet, reluctant approval underneath. “Nope, not going to let you ruin it,” he decides, taking your hand in his and then guides you down the steps, toward the mat, steadying you without making it obvious. He waits until you’re comfortably seated before taking his place beside you.
When you look at him again, there’s that question in your eyes. “This what you meant by special?”
Hyunjin grins, proud and completely unashamed. “And by special, it means…” he says, gesturing loosely around, “…romantic.”
He pauses for effect and then proudly declares. “That’s the theme for tonight. Romance.”
Your lips part slightly, probably ready to protest, but he cuts you off immediately. “Now—for dinner.”
He reaches for the brown paper bag, setting it between you both like it’s something grand.
And then ruins the illusion completely as he pulls out a burger and hands it to you. Then another for himself. He rips open the bag, dumping the fries right into it without ceremony before grabbing two soda cans from the side.
When he looks back at you, you’re staring at him. Unimpressed. “Burger and lukewarm soda? Really?”
Hyunjin just smiles. Unbothered. “It’s not about the food. It’s about who you’re eating it with.”
He gestures upward and continues talking, “Together. Under the stars.”
You follow his gaze, looking at the sky and… there are no stars. Just fading light and clouds slowly gathering. “There’s no starts because it’s going to rain soon,” you point out.
He gives you a small shake of head and ignores that. “And I prepared a movie.”
“Oh, no,” you groan immediately.
“I found the dirtiest, nastiest porn on—”
You don’t wait for him to finish, but rise from the mat.
Hyunjin quickly stops you, grabbing you by the wrist and stopping you from leaving the mat. “I’m joking,” he says, half-laughing.
You sit back down with your lips curl into a pout.
“I actually have something worse,” he says proudly. Then, quickly add, “But on theme.”
“Romantic?”
“Very.”
You relax slightly at that and then glance back at the food. “Can I eat now?”
He holds up a finger. “Wait.”
Hyunjin pops the tab on your soda first, handing it to you, then opens his only for it to fizz violently, foam rising too fast. “Ah—hurry, lift your can!” He mutters in a rush.
You do, confused.
He rushes to clink his can against yours in a rushed, uneven toast. “To—whatever this is—”
“To a romantic night,” you correct with lack of enthusiasm.
“Yes, that,” he says and hastily takes a long drink before it spills over.
Hyunjin catches the way you let out a small soft, amused chuckle before sipping yours and the soda feels warms as he swallows it down. He leans back slightly, looking at you, then at the sky, then at everything he’s set up around you both.
It’s simple, a little chaotic, far from perfect but, it feels like it might be. And Hyunjin has a feeling that tonight is going to be a beautiful night.
-
Hyunjin barely registers the movie anymore because you’re right here next to him. Close enough that your knee brushes his every now and then, close enough that he can hear the quiet rhythm of your chewing, the small hums you make when you take a sip of your soda.
He pops another fry into his mouth, glancing at you as you do the same—bite of burger, sip of soda, repeat, like some unspoken rhythm the two of you have fallen into.
“It’s good, right?” he asks, mouth half full, already knowing the answer.
You nod, chewing.
Hyunjin leans back slightly, smug. “Of course it is. You’re eating it with me.”
You nod again, like you’re entertaining him, like you might actually. “Could be that,” you say lightly.
And then you swallow, tilt your head just slightly, and ruin it. “But I think it’s mostly because I’m hungry,” you cheekily add.
His cheeks puff out, full of food, as he stares at you in disbelief. “You never let me win,” he mumbles around the bite, a soft, offended whine slipping through.
You just grin and it’s unfair. The way you look tonight—relaxed, softer, brighter than he’s used to seeing you. It throws him off in the best way.
After a moment, he swallows and gestures vaguely. “You done?”
You nod, brushing your fingers together.
Hyunjin moves immediately, gathering the wrappers, the empty containers, shoving everything into a plastic bag. Then he pauses, digging into his bag again. “Wait,” he says, already pulling out wet wipes.
You don’t argue. You just sit there, letting him take your hand and gently clean your fingers.
The gesture is simple, but something about it says otherwise.
“Thank you,” you murmur with a soft smile.
He shrugs like it’s nothing, even as something quietly flips inside his chest. He wipes his own hands next, then straightens, clapping once. “Alright, time for dessert,” he announces.
Your brows immediately lift in interest and that alone makes him grin.
He pulls out the container, flips it open with a little flourish, and offers it to you. Chocolate-covered strawberries. The chocolate glistening, melting from the warmth of spring night.
Your face lights up, already reaching for one. “They look so good,” you beam.
Hyunjin watches you take a bite, watches the way your expression brightens instantly, the delighted hum of approval that slips from you.
“And they’re so sweet too,” you murmur.
And God—he could live in that expression. Right there. That ease, that warmth. He leans back slightly, studying you and then carefully says, “You’re tame tonight.”
You lick a bit of chocolate from your thumb, slow and absentminded, then sigh softly.
“Maybe because it’s the final test tonight,” you honestly answer and then briefly glance at him. “This nightmare is almost over.”
Hyunjin lets out a loud, dramatic gasp. His hand clutching at his chest like you’ve just offended him.
You laugh and the sound is crisp, almost melodic and he feels something fluttering in his stomach.
“I’m just relieved we’re finishing on time,” you say with a soft sigh. Then, a second later, you look at him and add, “And safely.”
“You’re forgetting that one incident on out first test,” he mumbles, then bites into his strawberry.
You laugh again and this time, with your mouth full of food. “It wasn’t that bad.”
“My mouth was numb for hours,” he insists.
“You’re so dramatic.”
He huffs, but he’s smiling. He always is, around you. Without thinking, he reaches over, thumb brushing the corner of your lips.
“Hold still,” he murmurs.
You do and even lean in close enough so he can wipe the smudge of chocolate away and then, without breaking eye contact, licks it from his thumb.
“You should admit though that this has been fun,” he says, too casually after what he’s just done.
You take your time finishing the strawberry, like you’re thinking, like you’re deciding whether to give him the answer he wants.
He leans in slightly, gaze locking onto yours, challenging you to lie to his face.
A soft chuckle slips from you and you finally admit, “Yeah, it’s been fun.”
A grin slowly rises on his small face and he leans back onto his elbows, stretching out. “We should do it again sometime.”
You shake your head immediately, laughing. “No.”
He turns his head, slightly offended by the immediate rejection. “No?”
You keep shaking your head.
He tilts closer and his tone flirtatious as he asks, “Not to the test program… or no to the sex?”
You lean in then, daringly close an inch or two between your faces and Hyunjin tells himself to stay cool.
Your lips curve into a sly smile and say, “No to you.”
He gasps again, louder this time. Scandalized. But he recovers quickly, grin slipping back into his plush lips. “At least you said yes to the sex.”
You scoff at that but you don’t argue. And he takes that as a win.
“Feed me,” he says, nudging the container toward you.
You stare at him. “No.”
“Come on, romance me for once,” he whines.
You roll your eyes but you reach for a strawberry anyway. You hold it by the stem as he opens his mouth, waiting. You shove half of it in and he bites down, the sweetness bursting across his tongue, chocolate melting after it—and before he can even finish, you pop the other half into your own mouth.
You lick your fingers clean and chuckle when you look at him. “There’s chocolate on your lips,” you say.
He leans in immediately. “Clean it for me then.”
Your hand lifts but he’s quick to catch it, lowering it. “Not with your hand.”
You pause for a second to finally get what he demanded and to his surprise, you go ahead with it. You lean in closer and closer until your breath brushes his lips. You gently hold his chin, keeping his head turned slightly to the side and then land a soft lick, tongue barely grazing but enough to clean the smudge of chocolate on the corner of his mouth
Hyunjin doesn’t want to miss this chance. He turns his head to meet your lips and crash them against yours. He takes the hand holding his chin, pulling you in and deeper. You don’t fight it, but melt into it. He feels the way you give in, the way your body leans into his instead of pulling away. And oh, your lips are so sweet, so soft, so… fucking addictive. And he chases it again and again. And again.
His hand slides along your side, feeling the warmth of you through the fabric, the subtle curve beneath his palm. You shift closer, and suddenly the space between you disappears entirely. He moves without thinking, guiding you down onto the cushion, hovering over you as his mouth finds yours again.
The movie? Forgotten.
The dessert? Left behind.
It’s just you and him.
Until all of a sudden, you break the kiss and look at him with a questioning look on your face. “Did you drool?”
He looks at you, eyes blinking innocently, caught off guard. “What—”
A drop hits his cheek, cold and wet, and for a second, both of you exchange a look. Another drop lands on the top of his head. Then another.
“It’s raining,” you mutter.
Chaos erupts. You scramble up, grabbing the edge of the picnic mat, dragging it toward the house while he fumbles with the projector, nearly dropping it in the process.
“I got it, I got it—!” he assures as he’s forgetting the bag of food still sitting there, on the process of getting soaked by the rainwater and runs for it.
You don’t got it, he absolutely does not got it and by the time you both make it inside, slightly breathless, a little damp, the rain has already picked up outside.
You turn to him immediately. “I told you it was going to rain.”
He breathlessly laughs, unbothered and you try to stay annoyed, but you break, laughing with him.
The sound fills the room, mingling with the sound of the rain outside and eventually, the hilarity slowly fades. The silence returns. Not the awkward kind, but the kind that sets the sparks alive between you and him.
Hyunjin looks at you, at your hair slightly damp, strands clinging together. Your lashes stuck together from the rain. The wet marks of rain on your powder blue dress. You look softer like this, like something he can hold close and treasure all night.
Your voice drops, quieter now. “Guess the romantic night is over.”
“Not really,” he mutters, stepping closer and before you can say anything else, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in, lifting you effortlessly off the ground.
You gasp in surprise, hands instinctively grabbing onto him and Hyunjin just grins as he carries you toward the guest bedroom.
-
A laugh spills out of you as Hyunjin tosses you gently onto the bed and you land with a soft bounce.
“Wait, that’s not romantic at all,” you complain between breaths.
He climbs over you immediately, caging you in, one knee sinking into the mattress beside your hip, hands braced on either side of your head. A grin blooms on his face as he simply retorts. “It is in my head.”
He leans in, a hand reaches for your chin. His thumb lightly tracing your lower lip, pulling it down and that’s when he kisses you again. He feels the hint of chocolate and rain on your lips, and the way your laughter fades into it, adding a different kind of sweetness into it.
His mouth moves against yours, deeper, hungrier. His hands begin to wander, impatiently so, finding the seams of your dress, the zipper at your back. He fumbles with it as he’s having a hard time to split his focus in two: kissing you and unzipping your dress.
You break the kiss with a low breath, reaching behind you to help, your fingers quick and practiced where his aren’t. Soon, the zipper gives, the fabric loosens, and suddenly the space between you feels thinner.
You push at his shoulders, just enough to flip the dynamic for a second, fingers working at ease as you unbutton them. When you part it open, you gasp.
“What?” he asks immediately, a flicker of panic cutting through the haze.
You sit up slightly, eyes narrowing as you lean closer to his neck. “You have a mosquito bite.”
“What?” he says, still puzzled. His hand cluelessly rubbing over his neck.
“This one is even bigger,” you say, fingers moving to his shoulder, tracing lightly over the raised skin.
The soft gaze and the genuine concern make something warm curl in his chest. He has to bite back a smile. “Now that you’ve pointed it out. I can feel it itching,” he mutters playfully.
Your hand doesn’t stop rubbing over it and you say, almost sweetly, “Good. I hope it itches so badly.”
“Hope it itches so badly,” he repeats with a quiet laugh and then retaliates.
He dips his head into your neck, pressing ticklish kisses, teeth lightly nibbling on your skin, and you immediately squirm beneath him, laughter breaking out again.
“Hyunjin—stop—!”
He doesn’t stop. Not until your laughter softens, until your body settles again under his, until the space between you crackles with sparks again. Then his mouth finds yours again and just like that, the heat returns. Stronger.
His jeans become the next obstacle as your hands fiddle with the button but not long after, the sound of zipper opening echoes between you, obscenely louder than it should. He flips to the side, removing the whole thing until he’s bare beside you.
Before he can react, you get on top of him, body pressing from above him, warm and soft all over. Your mouths automatically locked again in a kiss, hands going all over your back and eventually meeting the strap of your bra. He works slowly as he unclasps it and he feels your low gasp against his mouth when it snaps open.
You break the kiss to sit up, taking the bra off of you, exposing your bare chest and soft mounds to him, only to him. For a brief moment, you just sit there straddling him, a smirk tugging at your lips as you look down on him, a seductive, dangerous smirk.
You lower your mouth on him again and Hyunjin is more than eager to welcome it, a hand settles on the back of your neck. The rest of your body follows after, slowly molding into his shape and your crotch somehow burrowing deeper, seeking heat though there’s the flimsy layer of your underwear separating them in between.
The hand on the back of your neck moves, tracing down your spine and resting for a bit on the arch of your back, fingers edging the elastic band of your underwear before slips them inside. He doesn’t stop himself from fondling on your ass cheeks, feeling the flesh gives in to his greedy touches.
Impatient, he yanks your underwear down just as far as his arms let him and they stuck somewhere around your thighs. He brings his hand upward, fingers running between your ass cheeks and a little lower to the source of heat. He sighs against your mouth at the feeling your wetness welcoming his fingers. And oh, it’s just good to know that he’s not the only one wanting this, burning from this.
You pull away just enough to give an inch or two between your faces, allowing him to see your expression shifts as he pushes two fingers into you — the way your brows furrowing just slightly, the way your face tenses just for a fraction before it loosens, the way your mouth falls open with a breathless gasp escaping it.
He continues, pumping his fingers in and out of you, drawing your essence to flood and eventually drips onto him. As if drawn by the heat, he pulls away only to reach down between your bodies, hand wrapping around his semi-hard and put it between your legs. You instinctively close your thighs around it and he feels it, your wet, hot cunt pressing against his shaft.
Through his half-lidded eyes, he notices the way you’re watching his face for reaction as you cross your legs together around the ankles to give him that tightness he seeks. He doesn’t hold himself back from letting a groan slips out of his mouth and you quickly capture it with a kiss, a haste, deep kiss.
It’s just you and him now. Skin to skin. Heat meeting heat. Your bodies fit together like they’ve already learned each other, like this isn’t new anymore—and maybe that’s what makes it more intimate. More dangerous. More… real.
Then Hyunjin moves, subtly moving his hips enough to rub his length against your wetness. Hands gripping each side your hips, keeping you still as his moves turning into pulsating motions. He loses himself in it for a moment. In the way you respond, in the way your hands braced on each side of his head, in the way you lowly moan into his mouth.
This alone feels so much to him and he doesn’t want to stop. If he could, he would stop the time and stays in this—
But then, you break the kiss with a gasp and shift, dropping to his side. Eyes dazed and a little unfocused as you mutter, “We should start.”
Right. It’s a test. He stops for a second, trying to redirect his focus to the main reason why the two of you are here in the first place. “Yep, I’ll get on it,” he says.
Hyunjin exhales, dragging a hand through his hair before sitting up and reaching to the bedside table. The product sits there, waiting. Unopened.
You settle back into the bed after removing your underwear and then watch him with a small, knowing smile tugging at your lips. “You must be excited for this.”
He glances at you, already tearing into the packaging. “Very.”
You softly giggle under your breath. “Do you even know how to put it on?”
He flips the box over, reading the instructions with exaggerated seriousness, brows slightly furrowed like he’s studying for an exam. “Tucks the two little wings under the labia—"
“Give me that,” you cut in with a light laugh, taking it from his hands before he can overthink it.
He allows himself to watch you for a moment, the ease in your gestures, the quiet confidence as you put the device on you. Then he busies himself too with the condom, practicing the same cautiousness as he puts the thin rubber down his length. He checks once more before rejoining you on the bed.
There’s a beat where you just… look at each other.
You’re the first one to break into a soft laugh. “You did a good job,” you praise, eyes briefly glancing down at his length.
“We did a good job,” he corrects you with a smirk.
You laugh again and put a hand on his neck, bringing his head close. “Good job, you two,” you playfully mutter before crashing your lips against him.
Soon, it’s your bodies tangling in heat again, slithering against the bedsheets, limbs around each other. When he finally pulls back just enough, your legs part instinctively for him, welcoming, and something sparks within him from the silent invitation.
He glances down at your wetness, glistening and tantalizing him the longer he looks. He uses his fingers next, brushing over the device still attached to you, right on the clit with the little wings tucked under the labia per instructions said on the manual sheets. There’s a small, discreet button there and he presses on it.
You gasp softly as the device starts to vibrate, the sudden sensation catching you off guard
“Just testing,” he cheekily says with a crooked grin.
“Well, it works just fine,” you say, already pulling him back into a kiss, like you’re trying to distract him from his own mischief.
As your lips move together again, he finally gives in to the pull between you. He uses his fingers first, two digits barely pumping, just enough to draw more essence out of you. He lets the moment stretch, letting you melt into his touch before finally shifting.
Without looking and relying more on instinct, Hyunjin aligns himself with your entrance. He pushes just barely yet you gasp against his mouth as the blunt head of his cock pressing into you. It’s not the first, but each time, it feels like it. He still finds himself overwhelmed by the feeling of being inside you.
He takes his time despite the urge to feel you all at once. He knows better to not force you, to treat you gentle. With utmost care and patience. He eases into you little by little, hands braced on each side of you, lips continuously placing kisses on your skin if not on your lips.
He notices the way you glance down to where your bodies joined, how most of his length has disappearing into you, wrapped tightly in your velvety walls and sigh, a breathless, arousing sigh.
Out of instinct, your legs parting wider like an unspoken permission to enter you further and he takes it. He allows himself to move forward, pushing the remaining length into you until he’s fully sheathed in that delicious tightness. Until he feels the device pressing against him and the buzzing sensation it offers. He gets it then, the purpose of the product. How it offers the same sensation to both of you, at the same time.
Hyunjin lingers there for a second, letting the closeness settle, letting you adjust, letting himself feel the warmth, the connection, the faint hum of the product caught between you.
“Oh,” he breathes against your lips, a grin tugging through it. “Yeah… I feel it now.”
You smile an almost shy smile, but it barely lasts before he’s kissing you again, deeper this time, his body beginning to move with slow, steady intent.
Your back arches beneath him, instinctive, giving him more depth, allowing him to launch deeper into you, and he takes it easily, like his body already knows how to find that rhythm with yours.
The room fills with the soft sounds. Warm breaths. The quiet, building tension that wraps around both of you and pulls tighter with every movement. He loses track of time of everything.
Until the rhythm breaks. Something off. He stills, frowning slightly as the device slips out of place, disrupting the moment in the smallest but most irritating way.
“Wait,” he mutters.
He adjusts it, making sure he puts it on properly and resume. He wills himself to forget that small inconvenient, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment. His hips moving in rolling movements now, like he’s swimming into the depth of ocean, the depth of you and the rhythm picks up, the tension climbs higher.
Then, the device slips again.
You slowly sit up on the bed, fixing it for both of you. You lay back down after and wrap your legs tighter around him, not letting anything to go wrong, to go out of place. You hastily kiss him as if you try to erase the seconds of interruption off his memory. In a way, it does.
“You can move now,” you mutter against his lips.
Hyunjin doesn’t want to waste time by lingering on it. He moves, thrusting into you carefully now. Not too slow. Not too fast either. He realizes that his purpose slightly shifting from pleasing you, to testing, to making sure that the device stays where it is.
But on the third time it slips again, you both can’t ignore the interruption. The frustration. He exhales sharply, pushing himself up slightly, trying to fix it again but it doesn’t stay, doesn’t cooperate, doesn’t work the way it’s supposed to.
And just like that, the moment breaks. You both pause, breathing uneven, the heat still there but tangled now with annoyance and disappointment.
Hyunjin stills completely, then slowly pulls back, the space between you returning inch by inch.
You look at him, a little apologetic. “I can’t— it’s not… I don’t think we can continue.”
“Yeah,” he says with a small nod.
“I’m sorry,” you meekly mutter with a gentle hand on his arm.
“Hey, it’s not you,” he cuts in with a soft smile, shaking his head. “It’s the product.”
He lets out a quiet huff of a laugh, running a hand over his face. “Wow, that’s—” he can’t even find the word to say, but know that he doesn’t want to ruin it further. And yet—
“What a letdown,” he says with a humorless laugh.
Silence settles after that. The kind that doesn’t quite know where to go next.
Hyunjin looks at you and for the first time that night, he realizes he didn’t plan for this part where it doesn’t go as he imagined it in his head. The part where the night turns into a big disappointment. And he has no idea what comes after.
-
The bathroom light feels too bright as Hyunjin stands there for a second too long, palms braced against the sink, staring at his own reflection. His hair’s a mess, his lips still a little flushed, his breathing not quite steady yet and yet the room behind him feels… empty. Like something got cut off halfway through, like a song that never reached its chorus.
So that’s how it ends?
The final test. The last night. The one he kept building up in his head like it was supposed to mean something bigger, something more —and it fizzles out because of a faulty product.
He lets himself feel it for a second. The disappointment. The irritation. The quiet, stubborn frustration that it didn’t go the way he imagined. That it didn’t feel the way he wanted it to. Then he exhales again, straighter this time, like he’s forcing himself to let it go.
It’s just a test. Right?
Still, he lingers for one more second, eyes flicking up to his reflection again, like he’s trying to catch whatever thought keeps slipping just out of reach. Then he pushes off the sink and heads out.
His feet halt to a stop, hand lingers on the knob of the bathroom door when he finds you still there, sitting at the edge of the bed with his shirt draped over your frame, fingers working through the buttons like you’re in no rush at all.
This is rare. You usually leave the second the test ended. Like staying longer than necessary would complicate something neither of you wants to address, but not tonight.
You glance at him over your shoulder, still buttoning up, and say casually, “Since the test finished early—”
You pause to huff out a laugh. “No pun intended.”
His lips twitch despite himself and finally let go of the door knob, body turning fully facing you now.
You don’t look embarrassed. If anything, you look… lighter. Like the awkward ending didn’t stick to you the way it did to him. “I was thinking,” you continue, finishing the last button, “we could just… continue the movie?”
It’s just a suggestion but to Hyunjin, it feels like a second chance. A second chance that falls right onto his lap.
You fold a leg under you as you shift and casually say, “Well, I think we should just watch the movie from the start.”
“Yeah,” he says quickly—too quickly. Then clears his throat, trying to smooth it out. “Yeah, we can— I’ll set the projector again.”
You nod at that, already pushing yourself off the bed. “I’ll get the snacks.”
And just like that, you’re heading for the door.
Hyunjin watches you go, the faint sound of your footsteps fading down the hall, and only when you’re out of sight does he let the smile fully settle on his face. Because tonight isn’t over yet and maybe it doesn’t have to end like that.
He falls into preparation right away. He sets the projector on the small shelf mounted to the wall behind the bed. He turns it on, aligning the screen on the blank wall. Once he’s done, he moves to smooth out the sheets, fluffs the pillows to make it cozy, comfortable. The room still holds traces of what happened earlier but he pushes past it, focusing on small, tangible things. By the time he’s done, the bed looks almost untouched.
He hears your footsteps before he sees you and when he turns, you’re already there in the doorway, balancing a bowl of sliced fruits in one arm, a bottle of wine and two glasses in the other.
“Careful—” he starts, already moving toward you.
You barely get a step in before he takes the bottle and the bowl from your hands, steadying the rest as he nudges the door shut behind you with his foot. You both climb onto the bed after that, settling into opposite sides like you’ve done this a hundred times.
You pop open the cork and pour the wine one glass at a time. The earthy, aphrodisiac smell of wine instantly filling the room. You hand the glass you have filled to him and then pour another for yourself.
Hyunjin puts the bowl on his lap, a brow raised in question as he looks into the sliced fruits inside. “Do you have better snacks?”
“These are healthy late-night snacks,” you simply reply. To end the argument, you pick up a grape and then shoves it into his mouth.
For a second, he just looks at you in disbelief. Then he bites on the grape and chewing on it, smiling as the sweetness flooding his mouth.
You put the bottle of wine away then lift your glass slightly, a small tilt of your head. “To romantic night part two?”
He lifts his glass and smiles as he repeats the words, “To romantic night part two.”
The glasses clink quietly and almost at the same time, you both take a sip, exchanging a warm gaze after. Hyunjin almost forgot about it. He quickly reaches for the remote and then presses play.
This time, you both actually watch as the movie flickers across the wall, soft light dancing over your faces as you settle deeper into the pillows. It’s surprisingly easy how the conversation flows between scenes, between sips of wine and bites of fruit. You comment on the characters. He disagrees, dramatically. You shove a slice of fruit into his mouth mid-argument just to shut him up. He laughs around it.
At one point, you glance at him, eyes narrowing slightly like you’re studying something. “You must’ve taken a lot of girls to do this.”
“What?” he asks while refilling his wine.
“This,” you gesture vaguely toward the movie, the wine, the setup. “Watching romantic movies. Dates like this.”
Hyunjin scrunches his nose immediately. “Nah.”
You look at him like you don’t believe a word of it.
So he adds, quieter this time, “It’s my first time, actually.”
Your brows lift. “With a girl?” you joke.
He huffs a small laugh. “First time watching a movie with a girl and actually paying attention.”
That earns a snort from you. “Wow, lucky me,” you flatly mutter.
He grins, but it fades quicker than usual. Because the room goes quiet after that. Not uncomfortable. Just full, content.
You shift, sinking deeper into your pillow, eyes fixed on the screen for a moment before you speak again. “Since you know all about my dating history…” you start, voice lighter than the words that follow, “what about you?”
He already knows where this is going and usually, he’d quickly shift the conversation to something else. Yet, he doesn’t do it. Instead, he lets you.
“When was the last time you were in a relationship?”
He doesn’t hesitate, but he doesn’t really answer either. “A long time ago.”
It’s vague. Intentionally so. And you understand right away that he’s reluctant to share more than that. Your eyes narrow slightly, a teasing edge returning. “She must’ve done a number on you, huh?”
He doesn’t respond, doesn’t look at you. Just takes a sip of his wine instead.
You don’t push like the good person you are. But you sigh, slumping lower on your pillow, and when you speak again, your voice is quieter. “I get it, though,” you murmur, eyes still on the screen but they’re distant. “Some experiences just… mess with you.”
Hyunjin looks at you then. But you don’t look at him.
“It makes you question everything,” you continue, almost to yourself. “Like… if you’re just not someone worth staying for.”
His chest tightens at that. Like you’re hearing the voices that haunt him whenever emotional feelings show up.
“Or if it’s too much to ask,” you add, voice dipping just slightly, “to be loved properly.”
There’s a long pause. You sink further into the pillow, letting out a small, humorless laugh. “Sometimes I wonder if I even allowed to want love at all.”
Hyunjin’s mouth is open but nothing comes out of it. Because for once, he doesn’t have anything clever to say, to tease you or to at least, lighten up the moment. Just the weight of your words, hanging there between you, heavier than anything that happened earlier tonight.
He can’t focus on the rest of the movie after that and when he finally turns his head again, you’re curled slightly into yourself, sleeping soundly like none of it ever left your lips in the first place.
Hyunjin watches you for longer than he means to, soft and peaceful, untouched by the things you just said, and something shifts in his chest again, something heavy and unsettling. He can’t help the thought that creeps in.
Do I even deserve this? Do I have anything real to give you?
He exhales slowly, like he’s trying to push the thought away. He doesn’t let himself linger on it and reaches for the duvet, pulling it gently up to your chest. His fingers brush your hair back from your face, almost reverent.
God. You’re beautiful like this. Too beautiful. Too easy to want something more with.
He knows he shouldn’t. He knows this ends soon. But still, if there’s one thing he wants to do for the last time, it’s this. He leans in and then innocently, softly presses his lips against yours, a quiet, fleeting kiss that doesn’t ask for anything in return.
When he pulls back, he lingers close for a second, eyes tracing your features like he’s trying to memorize them. “Goodnight,” he whispers.
He reaches for the remote, turns the movie off and the room suddenly falls into darkness, lit only by the faint glow from outside.
Hyunjin settles back beside you, the space between you smaller than before and as sleep finally pulls him under, it’s your face that follows him there.
-
Hyunjin slowly opens his eyes, the ceiling coming into focus as his body stirs, still heavy with sleep. For a second, he doesn’t move, just lies there, listening and realizes that there’s no soft breathing beside him. No warmth pressed into his side.
He turns his head and your side of the bed is already empty. It doesn’t surprise him anymore, he’s gotten used to it—but still, something in him pauses there for a second, eyes lingering on the faint crease your body left behind.
Then, slowly, a smile pulls at his lips as he recalls last night. The picnic, the rain, the way you both scrambled to get back inside and that darn product. The way you two continued to part two. The movie, the wine, the way you fell asleep mid-thought like the weight of everything finally let you rest.
He exhales softly through his nose, pushing himself up and he immediately spots the shirt you wore last night, draped carelessly over the chair, exactly where you must’ve left it. He reaches for it without thinking, fingers brushing over the fabric before he lifts it, bringing it close to his nose. He smiles because it smells like you now.
He puts the shirt back on the chair, doing it carefully like the scent of you would vanish if he drops it. Then heads to the bathroom after that.
He washes up, brushing his teeth, splashing water over his face until the last traces of sleep are gone. He changes into something more comfortable, running a hand through his hair one last time before he steps out.
He enters the kitchen and walks straight into you. Well—not literally. But close. You’re sitting at the dining table, a laptop open in front of you. A plate of breakfast in one hand, fork in the other, like you’ve been up for hours.
You notice him immediately and smile. “Morning.”
The gesture is simple and sweet. He lets himself savor it before returning it. “Morning.”
Hyunjin moves like he belongs there—because at this point, he kind of does. He grabs his cereal, takes the milk from your fridge without asking, pouring the two into a bowl. He brings it to the table, sits across from you.
For a while, there’s nothing but comfortable quiet. He continues eating but his eyes are glancing at you once in a while, catching you enjoying your avocado toast while reading something on your laptop. This version of you is also soft, but last night, you were much softer.
“You fell asleep last night,” he teases between spoonful of cereal.
You don’t even look embarrassed. You just nod, taking another bite before answering, “I was really sleepy.”
He hums, thinking that’s it. But then you add, almost absentmindedly. “Probably the best sleep I’ve had in a while.”
Something in the way you say it pulls tight in his chest. He doesn’t react but shoves a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, chewing a little slower than before. “Mm.”
Another moment later, you finish with your toast and now nursing a mug of coffee. Then you turn slightly toward him.
“Are you ready to give your feedback?”
Ah. Right. The evaluation form. Hyunjin exhales through his nose, then picks up his bowl and drinks the milk straight from it before setting it down with a quiet clink. “Yeah.”
He scoots his chair closer until he’s right beside you, shoulder almost brushing yours. The setting is intentional, allowing him to see your laptop screen and noticing that the evaluation form is already open. Of course it is. You’re always prepared.
“Okay, comfort rating?” you ask.
He doesn’t expect you to go right into it. He leans back and thinks for a second. “Five.”
You nod, typing it in. Then add your own. Four.
His head snaps toward you. “Change mine to four too.”
You shoot him a look. “It’s not a competition.”
He glares right back. “We’re a team. We should have matching answers.”
You sigh—but there’s no real annoyance behind it. Still, you obey and change his answer into four. “Stimulation rating?”
“Six,” he says, this time without hesitation. “It has potentials.”
You nod, typing. You write the same number for your answer. “Describe your experience while using the product,” you prompt.
He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “It is promising. The concept’s good. But it doesn’t stay in place. Keeps slipping off during use.”
You hum in agreement, typing it all down. Then adding your own touch.
He notices the way you refine things, polish them and make it sound better than it came out of his mouth.
“Additional feedback?”
“Adjustable wing size. More vibration levels too.”
You type. Then add your own after. Great material but the design needs further improvement.
Hyunjin nods, approving.
“Final comment?”
He takes a second before answering this one. “The intention is good. There aren’t many good couple vibrators in the market. But this one needs a lot of improvement.”
You glance at him, then nod, fingers moving again. “Give me a second,” you murmur, already editing, refining, making it seamless.
He watches you, clicking his tongue softly. “You’re scary good at this.”
You flash him a quick, smug smile. “I know,” you confidently say.
A moment later, you turn the laptop toward him, letting him take a good look at it before submitting it.
Honestly, he barely scans it because he knows that you’re good at this, better even so he gives you two thumbs-up. “Approved.”
You smile faintly, turning the laptop back to you.
It hits him then. This is it. One click. And it’s done. He leans back slightly, exhaling through his nose, watching as your finger hovers over the trackpad.
All of a sudden, you stop and turn the laptop toward him again. “You do it.”
“What?” he asks, puzzled.
“I’m letting you do the honor,” you say, making a dramatic gesture toward the laptop.
He huffs a laugh and stares at the screen, at the looming end. And to be honest, he’s not ready for this to be over. Not for everything to just… go back to normal.
Beside him, you look fine and calm. Like this is just another task on your list. And maybe, to you, it is.
Hyunjin swallows. Then, because he’s him, he lifts his hand dramatically, blowing on his fingers like he’s about to perform surgery. “Blow on them for good luck,” he says.
You stare at him for a second and burst into laughter. But you lean in anyway, softly blowing over his fingers.
And just like that, he clicks on the button and a small notification pops up. Submission successful.
Something in his chest just… caves. And then drops. He leans back in his chair, quietly processing what he’s just done.
You close the laptop with a soft sigh and push it aside. “Such a shame the last product was a disappointment.”
He nods, but it’s not what’s bothering him. Not really. Before he can think too much about it, your hand reaches for his.
You squeeze gently, smiling at him. “Hey, we did well.”
And just like that, he lights up again. He squeezes your hand back and says, “Yeah. We did.”
He lifts your joined hands slightly, confidence slipping back into his voice. “And we’re going to win that free vacation.”
You chuckle and give the smallest nod at that. “Yeah… free vacation.”
But the way you say it makes him realize how distant you already seem to him.
-
Hyunjin doesn’t expect anything when he drops into his chair after returning from a meeting. Just know that he has to finish his design soon but first, he checks his emails. There, a notification sitting neatly at the top of his inbox.
Test Program - Transfer Fund Receipt.
Hyunjin clicks it open, eyes scanning the details and then his brows lift at the sum of money he received from the test program. The number is… generous. A slow grin spreads across his face, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he leans back in his chair. His mind jumps to you immediately because you must’ve gotten yours too.
The thought comes easy, but the decision— the decision comes easier. He’s already pushing his chair back before he can question it—already on his feet, already heading out of his office.
It’s just to confirm, just to ask whether you have received the money and nothing more. Not that he wants to see you or anything. Or that annoyed expression on your face that he grew fond of. No, not really that. And yet, the balls of his feet won’t stop bouncing as he rides the elevator down to your floor.
The elevator doors slide open and he’s about to turn toward your office when he spots you in the pantry. His feet pivot the other way, walking up to you as you’re standing by the coffee machine, phone in hand, brows slightly drawn together like whatever you’re reading matters more than anything else around you. Including the coffee that’s already done.
Hyunjin watches for a second, sighing when you don’t even notice him there standing next to you. He reaches past you without a word, pulling the cup out of the machine before it overflows or goes cold, placing it neatly on the counter in front of you.
That’s when you finally look up and there it is — that tired, faintly annoyed expression you always pull when you see him. That one thing he’s secretly missed of seeing.
“Thanks,” you simply say and then drag the cup toward you, phone shoved into the pocket of your blazer.
“You’re very welcome,” he replies with a bright grin, leaning against the counter facing you. “Got your compensation yet?” he asks casually.
“Yes,” you answer without looking at him.
Something about it makes his grin falter just a little, but he smooths it over quickly. “Pretty nice, right?”
“Yes,” you answer again, reaching for a sugar packet, tearing it open and dumping it into your coffee.
He watches you stir and the way you avoid looking at him. But still, he won’t back down just yet. “What are you going to do with it?” he asks, tilting his head to the side and teasingly add, “A whole carton of chia seed, perhaps?”
You snort softly but you answer seriously. “I’m thinking of getting a bigger bookshelf.”
Hyunjin immediately blows a raspberry and gives you a thumb-down. “Bo-ring!”
“It’s my money. I can do what I want with it,” you calmly say but the glare you give him as you reach a pack of creamer is sharp and cutting.
He scoots closer and loosely crosses his arms in front of him. “I have a better idea,” he says in a whispered tone, conspiratory.
“Not interested,” you flatly say.
He clicks his tongue at you. “At least, hear me out first.”
You don’t say anything but grab a spoon to stir your coffee with.
He leans in just slightly and still in whispered tone, he says, “Why don’t we spend it together? On a fancy dinner? You know, celebrate our…” he trails off for a second to find the right word to say. “…success.”
You scoff and finally turn your head his way. “You mean… splitting the bill?”
He scoffs back and retorts, “No. It means celebrating our excellent teamwork.”
You shake your head immediately and flatly reject the suggestion. “No.”
“Fine,” he amends quickly. “My treat then.”
He notices the way you pause and your stirring slows just a little, seriously considering it like it’s a business deal instead of an invitation for a dinner.
He presses, softer this time. “I can get us a reservation at Farfalle.”
Your eyebrow perks up at the mention of the renowned Italian restaurant. “When?”
Hyunjin holds himself back from smiling yet. “This Friday.”
The lights in your eyes dim just a little and then you sigh. “No, I can’t.”
His brows knit together. “Why not?”
You take a sip of your coffee before answering, like you’re buying time. “I have something to attend Friday night.”
“Something?” he echoes, narrowing his eyes slightly. “What something?”
“Work-related.”
The answer is vague. Too vague. He leans in closer, grin creeping back, but there’s an edge to it now. “Or, you could take me with you,” he smoothly says.
You glance at him and he holds your gaze.
“We get to celebrate. None of us have to spend money on it,” he proudly says like that’s the issue here. “It’s a win-win.”
You shake your head. “You can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s invitation only.”
He doesn’t miss a step. “I’ll be your plus-one then.”
That’s when you hesitate and he feels something tightening in his chest as he waits. He kind of already guessed the answer in his head, but needs you to say it.
“I’m the plus-one,” you finally answer.
Hyunjin’s grins falter for a second because his mind doesn’t even consider other possibilities. It goes straight to one name. Seungmin.
“Let’s have dinner some other time, yeah?” you say, taking your coffee and stepping past him like nothing just shifted.
Hyunjin nods, accepting it. “Yeah, sure. Just text me when.”
You move to leave and he tries so hard to not show how annoyed he is, but something pushes him to move. He reaches out, takes your cup from your hand and takes a long sip until half of it gone. He lets out an exaggerated gasp and then hands it back with a grin.
“Thanks for the coffee.”
You stare at him in disbelief but he doesn’t wait for a response.
He turns and starts walking like the decision makes itself before he can think it through. And, Gabe is right where he expects her to be. Head down, fingers flying across her keyboard, a phone wedged between her shoulder and ear.
Hyunjin walks straight over with determination. A plan. He doesn’t interrupt as Gabe talks into the phone and just waves his hand at her, letting her know that he’s here.
Gabe looks up, startled at first—then her face lights up almost instantly. “Oh—hey!” she lowly mutters, making a small wave of hand.
He patiently waits until she finishes talking and puts down the phone. Then a hand on her desk and put on a sweet smile like he didn’t just storm out of the pantry with something sour sitting in his chest. “Hey, you remember that lunch I owe you?” he asks.
Her brows lift, pleasantly surprised. “Of course I do.”
“Good,” he says, pushing off the desk. “I’m taking you now.”
The surprise on Gabe’s face settles into something brighter—excited, even—but before she can say anything, he’s already moving.
“Wait—now?” she asks, half-laughing as she glances around.
Hyunjin doesn’t give her time to process. He reaches behind her chair, grabs her jacket, and drapes it over her shoulders in one smooth motion before she can even stand.
“Hyunjin—” she starts laughing a little more now, flustered.
He picks up her purse next, handing it to her like it’s all already decided. “Let’s go.”
“I—hold on, I should tell—”
“The place is going to be packed. We go now or we don’t go at all,” he cuts in smoothly.
Gabe hesitates and her eyes flick instinctively toward your desk. She pushes her chair back slowly, half-standing. “I should at least let—”
Right on cue, you walk in with what he safely assumes a new cup of coffee since he’s drained half of what you made earlier.
Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate. He reaches for Gabe’s wrist and gently tugs her along as he closes the distance between him and you.
You barely have time to register what’s happening before he’s right there. “What is—”
“I’m taking your assistant for lunch,” he cuts in with a grin. Not exactly asking for permission.
Your eyes flick between him and Gabe, confused. “Right now?” you ask.
“Right now,” he confirms easily.
Gabe lets out a small, awkward laugh beside him. “I was just about to—”
But Hyunjin’s already moving again, turning and pulling her along. “Don’t wait up,” he tosses over his shoulder and keep dragging Gabe with him before you can say anything else. Before he can second-guess it.
-
Hyunjin and Gabe made it right on time before the restaurant gets flooded with people and orders alike. They secured a table near the window and the second they’re seated, Gabe is already losing her mind.
“Oh my god, I’ve been wanting to come here forever,” she gushes, practically bouncing in her seat as she flips through the menu with bright eyes, bright smile. “Do you know how hard it is to get a table here?”
Hyunjin only smiles, leaning back in his chair. “Order anything. It’s my treat.”
Her head snaps up, eyes wide. “Anything?”
He nods, amused. “Anything.”
And just like that, she’s completely absorbed in the euphoria. No suspicion. No second-guessing. Just pure, unfiltered excitement.
Good. That makes this easier.
When the food arrives, it’s… a lot. Stacks of fluffy pancakes, glossy with syrup and topped with sunny-side up egg with crispy bacons on the side. The other are on the dessert side — the pancakes basked in caramel, sliced mangoes on the side and whipped cream piled like clouds.
“Wait—don’t touch anything,” Gabe quickly says, already grabbing her phone.
Hyunjin snorts under his breath, watching as she leans over the table, angling her phone this way and that. Click. Click. Click.
“Here. Let me take the pictures for you,” he kindly offers.
“Yes, please!” she lights up.
He takes her phone, patiently snapping a few photos while she poses—smiling, tilting her head, adjusting her hair, holding a plate of pancakes with her hands.
“Let’s take one together!” Gabe excitedly suggests.
Hyunjin doesn’t argue. He leans in just enough as she holds the phone up, both of them fitting into the frame. He hands the phone back. “Are they good?” he asks, lifting his drink and have a sip with a straw.
“Very,” she grins, already scrolling through them.
“Let’s eat before they get cold,” Hyunjin says with a smile.
Gabe eagerly nods, picking up her fork and knife, hesitantly cuts through her pancake like she’s tearing through an artwork. She stabs a piece with her fork and eats it. From her delighted expression, he can tell she likes it.
Hyunjin picks up his fork as well and starts digging into his own and waits for the right moment to casual drop a question.
“How is it?”
Her face lights up instantly. “So good.”
“Yeah?”
She nods quickly, mouth full, then swallows just to say it again. “So good.”
“Worth the hype?”
“Absolutely.”
“Glad you like it.”
“Thank you for this. Seriously.”
He waves it off. “Don’t mention it.”
She does anyway, a few more times after that and he lets her enjoy it and only when she’s settled, that’s when he slips it in.
“So,” he says, cutting into his pancakes like it’s nothing. “I heard Miss Perfect Planner got something on Friday.”
Gabe nods immediately. “Yeah, probably the dinner.”
He keeps his expression neutral. “What dinner?”
She pauses mid-bite, like she just realized she’s about to explain something. Then shrugs. “You know—there’s this business magazine…”
And she’s off. There’s talking and explaining, a lot of rambling. Something about rankings, features, recognition—words that blur together because Hyunjin’s only half-listening. He nods where he should and hums when it sounds right. And waits until she comes to a point.
“There’s this list—30 young leaders. And guess who made it?”
He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t have to.
“…Seungmin.”
There it is. Hyunjin presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek and continues to casually shoving food into his mouth.
Gabe keeps going, energized now. “Do you remember when she got called to the CMO’s office?” she asks.
He nods.
“Well,” she leans in slightly, lowering her voice like it’s gossip, “I checked her schedule after that.”
Of course she did.
“And she had dinner blocked off for Friday.”
Hyunjin keeps his eyes on his plate. “Okay.”
“So I’m pretty sure—like, pretty sure—she’s going to the gala dinner.”
Oof, he missed something in her ramble. He finally looks up and asks, “What gala dinner?”
Gabe pauses chewing, then quickly swallows. “The one for the 30 young leaders thing. They’re hosting this big event to celebrate them or something.”
Hyunjin doesn’t respond right away but chewing on the pancake that tastes like Styrofoam now. He washes it down with water. “So you’re saying that Seungmin is taking her to that event?”
Gabe doesn’t confirm right away but grabs her phone. She types something quickly, then turns the screen toward him. “Here. Look!”
It’s an Instagram post for the upcoming event held by the business magazine. Annual Gala Dinner honoring the Top 30 Young Leaders.
The date and time match perfectly. Hyunjin stares at it for a second longer than necessary. Then nods once. “Yeah.”
Gabe pulls her phone back, completely unaware. “See? I told you.”
She goes back to her food like nothing just happened, humming softly as she bites into a strip of bacon. Then, mid-chew, she glances at his plate. “Can I try yours?”
“Yes,” he answers too fast, too eager and doesn’t even realize it until he’s already pushing the plate toward her.
She grins as she digs into his food. “Thanks!”
Hyunjin leans back in his chair, hands resting idly in his lap. He doesn’t touch his fork again.
Doesn’t even look at the food. Because suddenly, he’s not hungry anymore.
-
Hyunjin knows he shouldn’t be doing this. He knows it the moment his fingers tighten around the steering wheel, the moment he ignores the turn that would take him anywhere else—anywhere that isn’t you. It’s not his place. It’s not his business. But it feels like it is.
So he drives and the city blurs past him in streaks of color and light, but he barely registers any of it. His mind is somewhere else—already at your house, already replaying the image of you in his head, already building excuses before you can even ask.
I’m just here to collect my things.
It’s simple and harmless. He repeats it in his head often enough that he almost believes it. By the time he turns onto your street, something in his chest loosens. He gets that same familiar sense of relief, like he’s pulled into a place that knows him, that lets him in without question. Like home.
Hyunjin exhales slowly as he parks, fingers tapping once against the steering wheel before he kills the engine. He lingers there, dragging it out, slowing time down in the only way he knows how.
When he finally steps out, the evening air greets him softly, carrying a faint scent of the last of spring days. He shuts the door with a quiet click and walks up to your place with an ease that feels practiced.
The spare key opens the back door without much problem and he lets himself in. The house is exactly the same—and not. He slowly moves through the hallway, footsteps muted against the floor. His gaze drifts instinctively to the guest bedroom as he passes, the door slightly ajar. He pauses just long enough to glance inside. There’s a faint, clean scent in the air of fabric softener and he guesses that you must have changed the sheets. The room already feels like his and that realization sits strangely in his chest. He swallows and keeps moving.
The kitchen is empty when he reaches it, the silence settling around him in a way that makes everything feel suspended. He leans a hand against the counter, glancing around like he expects you to just appear.
You’re probably upstairs. Getting ready. For whatever’s waiting for you tonight. His jaw tightens slightly at the thought, but before he can go any further down that line, he catches movement in his peripheral.
He looks up and for a second, Hyunjin forgets how to breathe, how to think. You stand at the top of the stairs, framed by the soft light behind you, and it hits him all at once how the dress clings to you in all the right ways, how the cut traces your shape like it was made for you, how the color pulls something out of you that makes it impossible to look away. Your hair is swept up, neat and elegant, with a few loose strands softening everything. You look—
He almost moves without thinking, almost walks right up to you, hand already half-lifted in his mind, already imagining the way you’d place yours in it, the way he could just… take you and keep you, have you selfishly for himself tonight.
By the time the thought finishes, you reach the bottom step and reality snaps back into place. You jerk slightly when you see him, surprise flashing across your face before you let out a small, disbelieving laugh.
“God! Hyunjin!” you shriek and shake your head, recovering quickly, “you could’ve told me you were coming.”
Hyunjin forces himself to breathe and just get it together. “I—” his voice comes out tighter than he wants, almost mechanical, “I came to collect my things.”
It sounds flat. Even to him. But you trust the lie anyway, accepting it, moving past him toward the kitchen like it makes perfect sense. Your scent hits him, soft and intoxicating in a way that makes something in him lean closer without permission, makes him drawn to you.
By the time he realizes it, he’s standing behind you as you reach for a glass. He shifts quickly, leaning against the counter to ground himself, to make it look casual.
You step back, turning slightly as you pour water into the glass, and glance at him with a teasing look. “Afraid I’ve been eating your cereal, huh?”
He huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
“I assure you that I have no interest in your cereal,” you state like it matters, like any of this is actually about the damn cereal.
He watches you take a sip. And then, before he can stop himself, he blurts out, “You look beautiful tonight.”
It comes out softer and honest. Too honest.
You lower the glass, a small smile touching your lips. “Thank you.”
It does something to him. Something dangerous. So he pushes forward, keeps it light, keeps it moving. “Where are you actually going?”
You don’t answer right away. You move toward the dining table instead, picking up your phone like it’s more interesting than the question. “To some… boring event.”
He lets out a faint scoff, but his gaze doesn’t soften. “You look a little too prepared for a boring event.”
“It’s the dress code,” you barely glance at him as you talk and type on your phone. Then, almost absentmindedly, you add, “It’s a gala dinner, after all.”
And there it is. The confirmation. His jaw tightens as he says his name. “With Seungmin?”
It slips out sharper than he intends and you freeze for a second. Then, he sees how you weren’t expecting him to know.
“Yeah,” you say eventually, like it’s nothing. Like it’s easy.
Something in him snaps into place. Hyunjin closes the distance in a few quick steps, stopping right in front of you, forcing you to look at him. “Are you… getting back together with him?”
You let out a quiet laugh, trying to brush it off. “It’s for work,” you say, not quite answering his question.
He doesn’t believe you and asks again. “Are you?”
This time, you hesitate. Your expression shifts, slipping into that reserved, guarded version of you. “It’s not your business.”
The words land hard. Hyunjin shakes his head, something restless, something frustrated building under his skin. “How can you just—let him back in? After everything?” his voice tightens, broken in places.
Your brows knit, confusion flashing across your face.
“He hurt you. He made you feel like you weren’t enough, like you didn’t deserve—”
The shocked, disbelief look on your face cuts him off like he’s crossed a line he wasn’t supposed to even see. Your hand presses against his chest, pushing him back just enough to put a safe space between you. Like you’re drawing a line and tells him to stay behind it.
“That’s enough,” you firmly say, leaving no room for anything else.
Your phone rings and the sound slices through everything. You answer it without looking away from him, your voice clipped as you talk but focused somewhere else.
He doesn’t need to hear the other end because he knows, he hears a car pulls up outside.
You hang up, shove your phone into your purse, and look at him. “Do what you came here to do and don’t even think of taking that spare key with you,” you warn and then turn, heading for the door.
And Hyunjin—
He could stop here. He should. He’s never had any problem doing so — staying behind the line because it’s easier, uncomplicated, untouched by anything real. But tonight, he can’t.
He moves before he thinks. His hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you just before you reach the door. You turn, startled, and the next second you’re pressed back against the wall, his presence closing in around you.
“Don’t go.”
It’s not a suggestion. Not a tease or a witty remark. It’s something else entirely.
“Let go,” you say, but there’s something unsteady under it.
He doesn’t let go but closing the last inch of gap. “Please, don’t go.”
You open your mouth but he doesn’t let any word out. His lips crash into yours, urgent, desperate, like this is the only language he has left. The kiss is everything he’s been holding back, everything he shouldn’t be feeling, everything he doesn’t know how to say.
You fight it at first but eventually, your resistance softens and breaks. Your purse slips from your hand, hitting the floor with a dull sound he barely registers.
He kisses you through it all—your anger, your hesitation, the mess of it—and when your phone starts ringing again from inside your purse, he only pulls you closer, like he can drown it out, like he can keep you here if he just—
Then, the knocking comes and a voice, Seungmin’s voice, calling for your name.
Reality crashes back in and Hyunjin pulls back just enough to look at you, breath uneven, eyes searching yours. “Stay,” he says again, softer now, but somehow more desperate.
You don’t answer. You just stare into his eyes like you’re trying to see past everything he is, into something deeper.
He leans in, forehead resting against yours. His voice fragile now, fraying around the edges. “Stay.”
Another knock. Another call of your name, louder and urgent this time.
You shift and he senses that you’re about to slip away. Out of frustration, desperation — the words just come out of his mouth.
“I’d love you better.”
The words hang there, raw and hopeless.
“Better than he did.”
Something flickers across your face and he can’t tell what it is. Hope. Doubt. Fear. All of it. He can’t tell.
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” you talk so low it’s almost like a whisper.
“I do,” he insists, voice breaking at the edges. “I know I would.”
You hold his gaze for a moment that stretches too long and he thinks— Maybe. Maybe you’ll stay.
But then your hands press against his chest, gently and that’s worse than anything. “I’m sorry.”
The apology is soft, almost merciful. And final. You step to the side and pick up your purse from the floor.
This time, he doesn’t stop you as you get the door and he stays there, listening as Seungmin’s voice greets you rather sweetly and asks if you’re ready. You don’t answer but grip your purse tighter and then steps out of the house.
The door closes yet Hyunjin stay there, standing and listening to your footsteps, to Seungmin’s voice, to the way your footsteps eventually fall into a shared rhythm as you walk away from him. Each step quieter than the last until there’s nothing but silence.
And the sound of his heart breaking.
-
Hyunjin doesn’t remember the drive home. Not the traffic lights, not the turns, not the way the city folds into itself at night. It’s all blank like his body moved on instinct while his mind stayed behind, stuck in your hallway, stuck on your voice, your eyes, that quiet I’m sorry that keeps echoing like it refuses to fade.
His apartment greets him in silence and he doesn’t bother with the lights. The door shuts behind him with a dull click, and for a moment, he just stands there like he’s waiting for something to catch up to him.
It does. All at once. He exhales sharply and moves, shrugging off his jacket, tossing his keys somewhere he won’t remember later. His steps are restless, carrying him straight to the kitchen like there’s only one place he knows how to go.
The cabinet door swings and he takes whatever’s closest. A bottle of whiskey he plans to have for special occasion. It’s not a special occasion but the situation calls for a hard liquor like this. The cap twists off with a rough jerk, and he brings it straight to his lips, no glass, not even a small sip but a long, burning swallow that hits his throat like punishment.
Good. He wants it to hurt. He moves to the couch, dropping onto it with a heavy exhale, one hand dragging over his face before reaching blindly for his headphones. They slip over his ears, and he turns the volume all the way up to drown out everything. Or at least, that’s the plan.
It doesn’t work because his mind is louder. It cuts through the music, through the noise, through everything. He sees it again in the back of his head. You—standing there, framed in the doorway, your eyes searching his like you were trying to find something real in him.
Stay.
The way your lips parted. The way you almost. Almost did.
“I’d love you better.”
His own voice, raw and exposed. God!
Hyunjin lets out a short, humorless laugh, the sound swallowed by the music blasting in his ears. He tilts his head back against the couch, bringing the bottle up again and taking another long drink. It burns worse this time. Or maybe he just feels it more. Because it doesn’t matter how many times he replays the moment, it always ends the same.
Your gentle hands on his chest, pushing him away. “I’m sorry.”
He squeezes his eyes shut, jaw tightening as the memory hits again like it just happened seconds ago instead of hours ago. He exhales shakily, dragging a hand through his hair.
Why did he think—
Why did he actually think—
That you’d choose him?
A bitter laugh slips out, harsher this time, cutting through his chest. He brings the bottle to his lips again, swallowing hard, chasing something that won’t come but it just settles in his chest, heavy and weighing him down.
Because the truth is for a second… For one stupid, reckless second, he believed it. Believed that you’d stay. Believed that what was between you was enough to pull you back, to make you choose him over everything else, over Seungmin. The name alone feels like acid that burns his tongue.
Hyunjin lets out another quiet, broken laugh, shaking his head as he stares at nothing. “I’d love you better,” he mutters under his breath, repeating it like it’s something foreign now, something ridiculous.
Who is he kidding?
He takes another drink and this time, he doesn’t even flinch at the burn. Just lets it drag down his throat, lets it sit heavy in his stomach, lets it do nothing at all. Because no matter how loud the music is, no matter how much he drinks, no matter how many times he tries to replay it, the pain doesn’t dull. It stays exactly the same.
And the worst part? He still sees the way you looked at him. Like you almost believed him. Like you wanted to. That’s what’s going to ruin him. Not the rejection. Not even the way you walked away. But that one fragile, fleeting moment where it felt like you might not.
His grip tightens around the bottle and for the first time since he walked in, he doesn’t take another drink. He just sits there, listening to the music he can’t hear and thinking about you anyway.
-
Hyunjin wakes with a headache, the kind that pulses quietly but insistently, like a reminder of everything he tried to drown the night before. For a moment, he just lies there, staring at the ceiling, letting the light seep in through the curtains.
He lets out a long exhale and makes a decision — he’s not going to think about it. About last night—what he said, what you said, the way it ended—he tucks it away somewhere out of reach, like shoving a mess into a drawer and forcing it shut.
Out of sight. Out of mind. Yeah, that’s the plan.
He gets up and lets the routine takes over. First is the bathroom, a few splashes of cold water to his face, brush his teeth, then slip into something comfortable. The kitchen is next. Breakfast is cereal and milk. Same as always. He moves in autopilot and that’s okay. If he just keeps moving, he won’t have to stop and feel anything.
He sits, takes a bite and slows. The spoon lingers in the milk, circling lazily. Because, of course, this reminds him of you. The way you looked at him across the dining table, watching him eating his cereal like he’s doing something fundamentally wrong just by existing.
“That milk and cereal ratio is insane.”
“Do you even taste the cereal at that point?”
Or worse—
“You know that’s basically sugar and food coloring, right?”
He lets out a small breath through his nose, something almost like a laugh but not quite. He’s barely started his day and he’s already failed on following the plan.
How is he supposed to do this? How is he supposed to walk into work and act like nothing happened—like he didn’t stand in your house and ask you to stay, like you didn’t look at him like that, like he didn’t—
He exhales sharply and drops the spoon into the bowl with a soft clink. He leans back in his chair and he knows he said he wouldn’t think about it. So why is it the only thing sitting at the front of his mind?
He sighs and forces himself to move again, deciding that his phone will be the ultimate distraction. He picks it up, thumb scrolling through notifications that piled up overnight because he was busy drowning his sorrow with alcohol and then hunched over the toilet bowl at the end of the night until there was nothing left to throw up.
He winces when he recalls his bad decision. “Yeah, great night,” he mutters to himself.
He scoffs when he opens his emails because apparently, some people have the nerves to send work emails on the weekends. He flicks past them and his thumb pauses when he notices the familiar pharmacy company email address.
His chest tightens instinctively and for a second, his mind jumps to irrational fears. Did they find something wrong? Did he mess up the submission? Are they asking for the compensation back?
He knows it’s ridiculous, but his heart still picks up as he taps the email open. This time, he promises himself that he won’t skip anything but reads everything, line by line.
Congratulations!
It’s literally the first word in the email but his mind jumps somewhere else entirely— somewhere tropical with lots of sunlight, ocean, exotic cocktails and far away from everything that feels heavy right now. He reads the rest and it confirms everything as they attached the details and instructions on how to claim the prize.
Hyunjin won the free vacation. He won. The free vacation. For a moment, he just sits there, phone in hand, the quiet stretching around him as it sinks in.
A grin slowly blooms on his face, small and disbelieving at first. Then wider and wider until it turns into a full, triumphant grin.
His fingers move before he can stop them, opening your chat because, of course, that’s the first thing he does. Because who else would he tell? Who else would understand what this means—what it took, everything the two of you did to get here?
His thumbs hover over the screen and then stop, his grin falters and fades. Because reality catches up. Because last night exists, whether he wants to ignore it or not. Because you— You’re not his person to share things with anymore. If you ever were.
Hyunjin stares at the screen for a long second, something tight pulling in his chest. He hates it. Hates that the first instinct—the only instinct—is you. Happy, sad, frustrated, drunk—it always comes back to you.
He lets out a quiet breath and locks his phone, setting it down like it suddenly weighs too much. You probably got the email too. Right? Maybe you’re already reading it. Maybe you’re smiling about it. Maybe you’re—
He cuts the thought off. No. He’s not doing that. He shouldn’t care if you claim it, or deciding to go. He shouldn’t care about any of it. He picks up his coffee instead, taking a slow sip, letting the bitterness settle on his tongue.
This is a win and it’s supposed to feel like one.
But sitting here now, in the quiet of his apartment, with your absence louder than anything—
It doesn’t feel like a win.
It feels like an escape.
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Hyunjin earned this. He deserved this. That’s what he’s been telling himself as he packed his things and the whole taxi ride to the airport. More than that, he needs a few days away from everything that’s been sitting too heavy on his chest.
He repeats it in his head like a script as he steps onto the plane, boarding pass still in his hand, eyes scanning the cabin until he finds his row.
Wow. First class. He huffs a quiet breath through his nose, almost amused. The pharmacy company spoiled him too much.
He adjusts the strap of his backpack as he’s taking it in, then steps forward and settles in like he belongs there. Because he does. His bag goes into the overhead compartment then he drops into the seat, leaning back slightly, testing the comfort. It’s soft, spacious, too nice for how restless he still feels.
Then, his eyes flick to the empty seat beside him which he believes booked for you. Because it was supposed to be a couple trip. He looks away, not giving the chance for the thought to settle, doesn’t let it grow into anything bigger than it needs to be. Maybe it’ll stay empty the whole flight. Maybe no one booked it at all. Maybe—
He exhales quietly and shakes his head to himself. It doesn’t matter whether you’re coming or not. It’s not his business. Not anymore. He forces his focus elsewhere, adjusting the seat, loosening his shoulders, trying to sink into the moment instead of everything he’s been carrying.
A flight attendant approaches, offering him a selection of drinks and he settles on a glass of champagne. He takes it without hesitation. “Thanks.”
The glass is cool in his hand, the bubbles rising lazily to the surface. He stares at it for a second before taking a sip even though it feels a little too celebratory for how he actually feels.
Still, he drinks again. Because he’s supposed to celebrate it. For winning, for getting the one thing he wanted since the start of the test program and worked hard on it. He leans back further into the seat, exhaling slowly, letting his head rest as he brings his headphones up and slips them over his ears. The world dulls immediately, replaced by music. The kind of sound that doesn’t demand anything from him.
He closes his eyes for a moment, letting himself settle. He tells himself he’ll relax and that he’ll enjoy this. He doesn’t look at the seat beside him again, doesn’t think about who could be there. He doesn’t let his mind wander to what it would’ve been like—
No. He doesn’t.
Instead, he sinks deeper into the seat, exhales slowly, and get ready for take-off.
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Product Evaluation Submission
Participant Product Testing Program
Product Name: VIBE – Hands-free Couple Vibrator
Product Code: VBH-0810
Participant 1 ID: P-260319
Participant 2 ID: P-260320
Date of Evaluation: Friday, April 17.
1. Rate Comfort (1–10)
Participant 1: 4
Participant 2: 4
2. Rate Stimulation Intensity (1–10)
Participant 1: 6
Participant 2: 6
3. Describe Your Experience Using the Product
The product shows strong potential in concept and intention. The vibration is present and noticeable, offering a decent level of stimulation. However, during use, the device fails to remain securely in place, frequently slipping out of position. This significantly disrupts continuity and overall experience. While advertised as suitable for various body types, the fit does not adequately accommodate movement, leading to repeated interruptions.
4. Additional Feedback
The material quality is good—soft, body-safe, and comfortable on contact. The design requires improvement, particularly in stability and fit. Adjustable wing sizes or a more adaptive structure may enhance usability. Additional vibration levels and customizable intensity settings would improve user satisfaction. Overall construction is promising, but functionality does not yet match the intended experience.
5. Are you satisfied with the product? (Rate 1-10)
Participant 1: 4
Participant 2: 4
6. Would You Buy This Product? (Rate 1-10)
Participant 1: 4
Participant 2: 4
7. Would You Recommend This Product To Others? (Rate 1-10)
Participant 1: 3
Participant 2: 3
Final Comment
The product has a compelling concept and fills a gap in the couple-oriented category. However, execution falls short due to design limitations that affect stability and consistency during use. With refinement—particularly in fit, adjustability, and performance—it has the potential to become a strong contender in its category.
Submission Status: ✔ Successfully Submitted
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➺ summary: as a core member of the wardrobe team for stray kids’ world tour, you are uniquely adapted to the suffocating adrenaline of a stadium show. but when you’re forced into a pitch-black, 4x4 canvas pop-up tent with hwang hyunjin for a 90-second quick change, the secret relationship you've been hiding for months finally boils over. the stage director is counting down the seconds, but right now, hyunjin absolutely refuses to let you do your job.
➺ content: intense physical proximity, mild restraint (pinning to a wall), heavy make-out, neck kissing/biting, mild dirty talk, incredibly high tension/adrenaline.
➺ warnings: heavily suggestive themes
➺ author's note: hyunjin has been on my mind a lot lately, he is aggressively climbing up my bias ranks, so i had to get this out of my system!
The air in the subterranean belly of the Tokyo Dome feels less like oxygen and more like a physical weight pressing against your lungs.
It’s an intoxicating cocktail of industrial smoke machines, the sharp metallic tang of ozone from the pyrotechnics, the chemical sweetness of extra-hold hairspray, and the palpable adrenaline of fifty thousand screaming fans just fifty feet above your head. As a core member of the styling and wardrobe team for Stray Kids’ world tour, you are uniquely adapted to this suffocating environment. You know how to navigate the labyrinth of concrete hallways, how to dodge frantic camera operators, and how to fix a broken zipper in under ten seconds with nothing but a safety pin and sheer willpower.
You know the rules. You know the boundaries. And for the past three months, you have been expertly, dangerously breaking every single one of them.
"Headset check," the stage director’s voice crackles harshly in your left ear, snapping your attention back to the present. "Wardrobe, we are T-minus twelve minutes to the 'Red Lights' quick change. Tent three is prepped?"
You press two fingers against the earpiece. "Tent three is prepped. Wardrobe is standing by."
You drop your hand, your fingers trembling slightly as you double-check the rolling rack tucked into the shadowy alcove just beneath the stage stairs. The outfit hanging there is a logistical nightmare, a blood-red silk shirt with a complicated array of asymmetrical buttons, paired with a structured leather corset belt that requires absolute precision to lace up.
It’s Hyunjin’s outfit.
Just the thought of his name sends a dangerous spark shooting straight down your spine.
What the two of you have been doing is insane. It is reckless, stupid, and entirely intoxicating. It started during the Seoul leg of the tour, a lingering touch while adjusting a collar, a look in a vanity mirror that held for three seconds too long, a whispered conversation in a deserted hotel hallway that ended with you pinned against a door, his mouth devouring yours in the dark. Since then, the tour has become a high-stakes game of cat and mouse. Stolen kisses in broom closets. His hand brushing the small of your back when the managers aren't looking. The agonizing, suffocating tension of having to pretend you are nothing but staff while knowing exactly what he sounds like when he's over you in your hotel room.
But tonight is different. The stakes are higher. This is the biggest venue of the tour, the schedule is tighter than ever, and the physical exhaustion is pushing everyone to their breaking point.
Including him.
You think back to three hours ago, during the final hair and makeup touch-ups in the dressing room. The room had been packed with staff, stylists shouting over the rumble of the soundcheck happening on stage. Hyunjin had been sitting in the makeup chair, his eyes closed as a makeup artist dusted setting powder over his cheekbones. You had been tasked with adjusting the heavy, silver-studded choker around his neck.
You had stepped between his spread knees to get the right angle, your thighs brushing against the rough denim of his stage jeans. The moment you invaded his space, his eyes had snapped open.
They were completely, utterly black.
He hadn't moved. He hadn't said a word. But the way he looked at you, with that heavy, starving intensity, tracing the line of your throat, dropping to your lips, and then locking onto your eyes, had made your breath hitch so violently you almost choked. You had reached around his neck to clasp the choker, your wrists inevitably brushing against the sensitive skin of his pulse point. His skin was burning hot. As you secured the clasp, he had inhaled deeply, his chest expanding, his nose brushing against the fabric of your shirt, breathing in your perfume.
“You smell like vanilla,” he had whispered, his voice so low, so rough, that it was completely drowned out by the chaos of the room to everyone except you.
“Hyunjin, don't,” you had breathed back, your fingers fumbling with the metal clasp, terrified someone would hear the sheer desperation in his tone.
“I’m not doing anything,” he had murmured, a slow, wicked smirk playing on his lips as his hands, resting innocently on the armrests of the chair, flexed, his long fingers twitching as if it was taking every ounce of his legendary self-control not to reach up, grab your waist, and pull you down onto his lap right in front of the entire management team. “But if you keep leaning over me like that, I might.”
A loud crack of thunder from the stage pyrotechnics snaps you out of the memory, sending a jolt of adrenaline straight into your bloodstream.
The floorboards above you are shaking violently. The heavy bass of "Venom" is echoing through the concrete underbelly of the stadium. This is it. The song is ending. The quick change is approaching.
You grab the red silk shirt and the heavy leather corset from the rack, draping them carefully over your arm. You practically sprint the twenty yards to the designated quick-change area.
It’s not a room. It’s a pop-up tent, essentially a 4x4 square of heavy, opaque black canvas erected directly beneath the stage trapdoors. It is designed for maximum speed and absolute privacy. There are no lights inside, only whatever ambient glow bleeds through the canvas from the frantic flashlights of the stage crew running around outside.
You duck through the overlapping flaps of the tent, stepping into the cramped, pitch-black space. It smells of fresh canvas and the lingering scent of dry ice. You hang the outfit on the single hook suspended from the metal frame, unbuttoning the silk shirt so it’s ready to be slipped on the second he arrives.
"Wardrobe, target is moving. ETA thirty seconds," the stage manager's voice barks in your ear.
You swallow hard, your mouth completely dry. You wipe your sweating palms on your jeans.
Above you, the final note of the song hits. The crowd lets out a deafening, hysterical roar that sounds like a physical wave of water crashing over the stadium. You hear the heavy, metallic thud of the trapdoor opening just a few feet away.
Footsteps. Heavy, fast, desperate footsteps hitting the concrete.
The flap of the canvas tent is violently ripped open.
Hyunjin practically throws himself inside, bringing a rush of stifling hot air, the smell of sweat, and the sharp scent of his cologne with him. He is panting heavily, his chest heaving with deep, ragged gasps. The dim light from the hallway catches on his face for a split second before the heavy canvas flap falls shut, sealing the two of you in absolute, suffocating darkness.
"Ninety seconds, Hyunjin! Go, go, go!" a stagehand yells from outside, their voice muffled by the thick fabric.
But inside the tent, the world has stopped.
You can't see him clearly in the pitch black, but you can feel him. He is radiating heat like a furnace. The adrenaline of the performance is pouring off him in thick, palpable waves, electrifying the tiny enclosed space until the air feels too thick to breathe.
"Jacket," you command, forcing your voice to stay steady, professional. Your hands reach out in the dark, finding the sweat-dampened fabric of his current stage outfit.
"I can't," he gasps out, his voice a broken, breathless rasp.
"Hyunjin, we have eighty seconds, take the jacket off–"
"I can't," he repeats, and before you can even process the words, you feel his large hands wrap around your wrists.
His grip is bruising. It isn't the gentle, teasing touch from the dressing room. It is desperate. It is feral. The performer on stage has been completely stripped away, leaving only a man who has been forced to look at you all day without being allowed to touch you.
He yanks your wrists downward, stepping directly into your space. The toe of his boot hits your sneaker. His chest, still heaving violently from the choreography, crashes flush against yours.
The shock of the impact knocks the breath completely out of your lungs.
"Hyunjin–" you manage to choke out, your heart exploding against your ribs as the reality of the confined space and his overwhelming physical presence hits you.
He doesn't let you finish. He releases your wrists, his hands immediately dropping to your waist. His long fingers dig into your hips with a possessive strength, and with one smooth, forceful motion, he walks you backward.
Your spine hits the back wall of the canvas tent. There is nowhere left to go. You are entirely pinned between the taut fabric of the tent and the solid, burning wall of his body.
"You," he breathes, his voice dropping to a guttural whisper that vibrates directly against your neck. "You have been driving me insane all day."
The darkness inside the canvas tent is absolute, broken only by the erratic flashes of strobe lights bleeding through the thick fabric from the arena above.
Every time the light flashes, it illuminates the sharp, desperate angle of Hyunjin’s jaw, the sweat gleaming on his throat, and the pitch-black, starving intensity in his eyes. He has you pinned flush against the back wall of the tent, his body pressing so tightly against yours that you can feel the heavy thud of his heart hammering against his ribs.
"Hyunjin, we have seventy seconds," you gasp, your hands coming up to press flat against his chest. You try to push him back, to create even an inch of professional distance, but it’s like trying to move a concrete wall. The heavy leather and metal studs of his current stage jacket bite into the palms of your hands. "I have to change you."
"Change me," he challenges, his voice a low growl that scrapes directly down your spine. His grip on your hips tightens, his thumbs pressing deeply into the soft skin just above your waistband. "Do it."
Your hands are shaking violently. The adrenaline, the danger of being caught, and the overwhelming physical heat radiating off him are short-circuiting your brain. You slide your hands up to his collar, your fingers fumbling blindly with the heavy zipper of his jacket.
He doesn't make it easy. He doesn't step back to give you room. Instead, as you pull the zipper down, his hips surge forward, grinding flush against yours, pinning you even harder against the canvas.
A sharp, broken sound escapes your throat, half-gasp, half-moan.
"Sixty seconds!" the stage manager’s voice barks through your earpiece, so loud and sharp you flinch.
"Take it off," you breathe, your voice trembling as you push the heavy jacket off his broad shoulders. It falls to the floor of the tent with a muffled thud, leaving him in just a thin, sweat-soaked undershirt.
You reach blindly for the red silk shirt hanging on the hook beside your head. You find it, dragging it down, but before you can even attempt to guide his arms into the sleeves, Hyunjin’s hands move.
He slides his palms up from your waist, his long fingers mapping the curve of your ribs, sliding up until his hands bracket your face. His palms are incredibly warm, slightly damp with sweat, and rough against your cheeks. He tilts your head up, his thumbs tracing the line of your jaw.
"I need to taste you," he whispers, his breath hot and frantic against your lips. "I am losing my mind out there."
"You can't," you choke out, your chest rising and falling in desperate tandem with his. Your eyes flick to his mouth, his lips are stained with a dark, expensive cherry-red tint that the makeup artists spent ten minutes perfecting. "Your makeup. It'll smear. They'll know."
A low, frustrated groan rips from his throat. The realization that he can't actually kiss your lips seems to push him completely over the edge.
"Fine," he rasps.
His hands slide from your cheeks, tangling violently into your hair at the nape of your neck. He tilts your head sharply to the side, exposing the long, sensitive line of your throat.
Before you can even brace yourself, he buries his face in your neck.
His mouth is incredibly hot, wet, and entirely ruthless. He doesn't kiss you gently. He opens his mouth, pressing an open-mouthed, wet kiss directly over your wildly jumping pulse point. His lips slide over your sweat-dampened skin, his teeth scraping lightly against your collarbone.
Your knees instantly give out.
If he wasn't holding you up, pinning you with the solid weight of his body against the canvas wall, you would have collapsed to the concrete floor. Your hands fly up, bypassing the silk shirt entirely, your fingers tangling desperately into his damp hair. You pull him closer, your nails scraping lightly against his scalp.
"Forty-five seconds! Hyunjin, what is the hold up?!" the stagehand yells from just outside the tent flap, his voice practically vibrating through the canvas. You can hear the panic in his tone.
"Hyunjin," you whimper, trying to tug his hair to pull him back. "They're going to come in. You have to put the shirt on."
He ignores you. He sucks a harsh breath in against your neck, his lips trailing higher, right to the sensitive spot just below your ear. His tongue darts out, licking a hot, wet stripe up the column of your throat.
"Let them come in," he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick and slurred with desire. His hand drops between your bodies, his large palm wrapping around your thigh and hiking your leg up, hooking it firmly over his hip so you are pressed intimately, agonizingly close to his center. You can feel exactly how affected he is by the proximity, the hard, unforgiving lines of his body straining against his stage pants. "Let them see."
"You don't mean that," you gasp, your body completely betraying you as you instinctively arch into his touch, grinding your hips against his in the dark.
"I mean it," he groans, biting down sharply on the tendon of your shoulder, causing a fresh shock of pleasure to shoot straight to your core. "I hate it. I hate looking at you in the crowd and knowing I can't touch you. I hate that I have to go back out there."
"Thirty seconds! Wardrobe, respond!" your earpiece screams.
The countdown is a bucket of ice water. The reality of the stadium, the fifty thousand people waiting above, and the career-ending scandal hovering inches away finally breaks through the haze of lust.
"Put your arms out," you command, your voice cracking completely. You shove at his shoulders with all your might.
He resists for one terrifying second, his grip tightening on your thigh. But then the performer in him, the idol who has spent his entire life trained to meet deadlines and hit his marks, takes over. He lets out a devastatingly ragged sigh, dropping your leg and taking half a step back.
He holds his arms out in the pitch black.
Your hands are shaking so badly you can barely hold the silk fabric. You guide his left arm in, then his right, pulling the red silk up over his broad shoulders.
"Buttons," you gasp, stepping back into his space.
You have twenty seconds. The shirt has eight small buttons.
You start at the bottom, your trembling fingers struggling blindly with the silk loops. The darkness is your worst enemy.
Hyunjin doesn't help. He stands there, his chest heaving violently, his head thrown back as he tries to catch his breath. But he isn't completely still. As you work your way up to the third button, right over his stomach, his hands come up.
He slides his hands under the hem of your t-shirt.
His large palms lay flat against the bare skin of your waist. You gasp, your fingers slipping off the fourth button completely.
"Hyunjin, stop, please," you beg, your voice a desperate whisper. "I can't do this if you touch me."
"Then don't button them all," he rasps, his thumbs stroking the soft skin of your sides, sending violently hot shivers radiating through your torso. He leans down again, not kissing you, but pressing his forehead against yours in the dark. You can feel the sweat dripping from his hair onto your skin. You can smell the scent of your own arousal mixed with his cologne. "Leave the top three undone. It fits the concept."
You are hyperventilating. You manage to slip the fifth button through the loop, leaving the top half of his chest completely exposed. The silk hangs open, framing the sharp, sculpted lines of his pectorals.
"The corset," you whisper, reaching for the heavy leather piece hanging on the hook.
"Fifteen seconds! Move!"
You wrap the heavy leather corset around his waist over the silk shirt. You don't have time to lace it properly; you just pull the thick, industrial velcro straps tight, securing it to his midsection. You have to lean in close to pull it tight, your face once again hovering inches from his chest.
As you secure the final strap, Hyunjin’s hands slide from your bare waist, tracing up your sides, before moving to cup your face one last time.
He doesn't say a word. He just strokes his thumbs over your cheekbones, a touch so incredibly tender and terrifyingly possessive it makes your heart ache. He leans in, pressing a hard, desperate kiss to your forehead.
"Tonight," he whispers, the word rough and jagged. "My hotel room. Don't make me wait."
"Ten seconds! Trapdoor is opening!"
Hyunjin steps back. The loss of his body heat is a physical blow, leaving you shivering in the dark space of the tent.
The canvas flap is ripped open from the outside. The harsh, blinding white light of the hallway floods the tiny space.
In a fraction of a second, the feral, desperate man who had just been burying his teeth into your neck vanishes. Hyunjin rolls his shoulders, his posture snapping into the perfect, commanding arrogance of Stray Kids' main dancer. He runs a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back off his forehead, his eyes dark and focused entirely on the trapdoor stairs leading back to the stage.
He doesn't look back at you. He doesn't even glance in your direction. He steps out of the tent, the heavy red silk billowing behind him, and breaks into a sprint toward the stairs just as the heavy, ominous intro beat of "Red Lights" begins to pound through the stadium.
You are left standing alone in the tiny, canvas box.
Your chest is heaving. Your knees are trembling so violently you have to reach out and grip the metal frame of the tent to keep from collapsing. Your hair is a mess, and the skin of your neck is burning, a stinging, vivid reminder of his mouth.
"Wardrobe complete," you manage to say into your earpiece, your voice sounding incredibly weak and breathy to your own ears.
You press your hand over your thundering heart, closing your eyes in the dark, already terrified of exactly what is going to happen when the concert is finally over.
summary: as a journalist, it's your job to keep your mind open, but when your colleague tells you the truth about his world, it's a lot to take in. especially the person he introduces you to.
genre: fantasy, urban fantasy, romance, strangers to lovers,
rated: M
word count: 2k
warnings: fear and panic, coming down from adrenaline rush. much worry about seungmin. administering of questionable medicine (do not do this at home). not communicating
a/n: sorry for the wait. also, this just became nine chapters, so...don't despair, dear reader.
dividers from @saradika-graphics
series mlist. ch. 1 ch. 2 ch. 3 ch. 4 ch. 5 ch. 6
Chapter Seven
In any of your wildest dreams, you never thought you'd be sitting behind the wheel of a half-fae's car with your work partner in the backseat, who is in said half-fae's lap, his hands placed over his own heart and your partner's.
"Does he have a pulse?"
Hyunjin had told you to drive and at this point, you did as he asked.
So you sit, holding the steering wheel gingerly, while dripping on the floor and seats. You're shivering, so you turn on the car's heater. It's not much but it helps.
"Yes." But Hyunjin doesn't move his hands.
"Are you…?"
"I'm assessing."
“We have to take him to a hospital.” You look through the rear view mirror at Hyunjin's furrowed brow and stern mouth. Seungmin's breathing is so faint you can't hear it over the motor of the car, but occasionally through the mirror you see Hyunjin's arm move with the shallow breaths.
He looks like the Hyunjin you know. Though softer, and warmer.
The cold Hyunjin in the cavernous room of water was someone else, terrifying. He'd used a sword. He'd saved Seungmin and you. There's no way you would have been able to escape without him.
But he'd killed someone.
And so had you.
You find you can’t quite look at him the same way. If pressed, you can’t be sure if it’s fear or admiration.
“Hospital won’t know what to do with him,” he replies, glancing up to make eye contact with you through the mirror.. “We can’t take him to The Court, so—”
“Why not?” Your voice doesn't really sound like your voice. Had terror and fear roughed it up just like shouting? Your throat aches.
“He’s not one of my Lady’s. She won’t have him tended there.” He opens a bottle, this one yellow, and pours it in Seungmin's mouth.
“I don’t much like your Lady.”
“Don’t,” he says shortly. "I must defend her against anyone who speaks abuse to or about her." He grabs a towel as well, drying Seungmin's hair then his face.
"You have towels?" You shove his words about 'his Lady' somewhere in the back of your brain to ponder later.
A towel lands in the passenger seat. You take it and carefully try to dry your hair as you pull onto the main highway.
"I tried to prepare for everything. Including the water." He sighs. "I should have brought more. Changes of clothes…for all of us."
"Hyunjin…it doesn't matter. What are we going to do with Seungmin? What is wrong with him? Where should we go?"
“We will take him to yours, and tend him there.”
You shoot him a look. “My place? But…”
“It will be safe for both of you there." He meets your gaze through the mirror. "I promise."
You don't suppose you have any choice but to believe her.
He keeps speaking even though as you glance back into the rear view mirror, his sole focus is on Seungmin. "She siphons energy. Well, she did. Nam-gil. The energy or perhaps spirit that makes someone human is a drug to someone like her, a true fae. Seungmin, a half-fae like me, has some of that essence, so she took what she could from him, while keeping him alive."
"Sounds like vampires."
He huffs. "We are not—"
"How…how do we heal him?"
"I have things to help. To return some of his energy. Though I've never done this before. It's all theoretical. Most of my healing work is theoretical."
He sounds so sad when he says that.
"He also needs rest, and food."
You definitely can offer that at your place.
It seems to take forever to get to your apartment. You're grateful none of your neighbors seem to be home as you watch Hyunjin carry Seungmin through your front door. You direct Hyunjin to your bedroom, then bathroom, gathering spare clothes that might fit your partner.
Once Seungmin is dried off and in dry clothes, you help Hyunjin lay him in your bed.
Hyunjin makes no comment, is terribly silent. He says nothing about your apartment, even the fact that your have a stuffed bear on your bed. In a distant part of your mind, you recognize the worry that he knows where you live. That your last physical barrier is gone completely.
“I must run to my rooms and gather more supplies. Feed him simple things, like broth and water. Speak to him. He needs to hear familiar voices." He finally looks at you after touching Seungmin's face compassionately.
You sense that there’s more to their relationship than just growing up together.
“You’re leaving?” you ask, limbs trembling from exertion and after-adrenaline.
“I’ll be back. Quicker than you can imagine.” He starts toward the front door of your apartment.
“Hyunjin…”
He turns to look at you.
“You saved his life.”
There is a faint blush touching his face at your words. “I think it was rather a team effort, 문외한.” And he’s gone.
You check on Seungmin before taking a hot shower and changing into dry clothing.
You don't ask him how, when he returns in fifteen minutes (the club is easily three-quarters of an hour or more away) that he is dry, hair no longer curling from the wet. You want to but something stops you.
His expression is closed. Not worried, but blank.
You don't ask why he seems standoffish, why when he moves around you to see Seungmin, when he'd normally touch you casually, that the lack of touch feels cold to you.
You can’t ask him any of this because Seungmin is paler, even though you got half a bowl of broth down his throat.
Hyunjin lays out a plethora of bottles on your nightstand, picking some up and then setting them back down.
“What can I do?”
He doesn’t look at you. “Talk to him. Tell him a story.”
“A story?"
"Yes." He smooths back Seungmin's hair before lifting his head. You move to help brace him up, your back against Seungmin's.
"A real one? or a fairytale?" You turn to see him, eyes wide at your words.
"A fairytale?"
"About a stubborn young man, with secrets," you begin. "Who worries too much about his work colleague to let her be a part of an investigation."
"No, fairytales start the same way," he says softly. "Once upon a time, there was a young boy. He was far smarter than his peers." Hyunjin nods to you as he pours another yellow bottle down Seungmin's mouth and throat.
"And he knew it too. When he decided to go to school just to get smarter, he lorded his intelligence over his classmates."
"Oh he did?"
"Oh yes," you say, remembering meeting Seungmin in a journalism class so long ago. "His writing was perfect, following all the rules to the letter. The professors loved to use his work as an example of how to do things."
"How annoying."
"But one day, one of his classmates didn't show up. So he looked for her." You move to let Seungmin lay back down. "Through his…abilities, he entered her dorm to find her on the floor of the communal bathroom, quite ill."
"She was alone?"
"She preferred it." You don't look at Hyunjin as you continue. "Despite how scrawny he was, he carried her to her dorm room. Even went to get her medicine and soup. When she felt better, there was a flash drive on her night stand, with the notes from class that she'd missed."
"So he was a hero."
"Yes." You wipe your eyes, looking away from Hyunjin to your friend. "A most stubborn hero."
Seungmin moves restlessly, letting out a small groan.
"I'll get more broth?"
"Yes." Hyunjin stays as you hurry to the kitchen.
Your apartment is small, so his words drift to where you ladle the broth into a mug.
“Come on, Min,” he says. “Dying would be selfish of you, you know. Your human would never get over it. I wouldn’t either.”
Seungmin’s human. What a strange way to put it. You bristle at being anyone’s anything, but you suppose that maybe to the fae, you are Seungmin's.
Friendship is a type of belonging, after all.
More broth is administered, more tonics (you want to ask what the yellow is, but your focus is on Seungmin). It feels like hours before the color returns to Seungmin’s face and his breathing deepens to normal. You look at Hyunjin, relieved.
Handy with a sword and medicine. You cannot fully understand the man in front of you.
There are dark shadows under his eyes and his mouth is grim. There is no smile. Somehow, you feel like he would normally smile. Instead, he nods as though to acknowledge your relief is well-founded and starts to pack up, leaving three yellow bottles on the nightstand.
“He should be alright now. Let him sleep, give him broth when he wakes and one of those a day.” He points to the leftover elixirs. “And he’ll be right as rain.” He closes his leather bag before glancing at the patient again. “He’s tough.” You hear the affection in his voice and it soothes the worry.
You accompany him out of the bedroom to the living area. “You can sleep on the couch if you want. I’ll stay up with him. I did get more sleep than you did.” You blush again, which is silly because you’re an adult, but now that the danger has passed, that Seungmin is safe, that everything is okay; all you can remember is Hyunjin's mouth on yours, how he held you.
How you strangely wishes to be held right now.
It’s probably the leftover adrenaline. You need to talk. He said you both would need to talk.
He pauses in his journey and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, as though in deep thought. A red flag waves in your mind, but you dismiss it. You’re both tired.
“I must go make sure the aftermath of…our encounter is taken care of.”
"Would the water not just wash it all away?"
"Mostly. But that area was hers. Without its ruler, the territory will be available. My lady wants it for her own."
His lady.
"Must you do that? For her?"
Can he not stay here? With you?
He nods, slipping the rucksack on his shoulder.
"But you were here with—Seungmin all this time and—"
"That was my choice."
Is Hyunjin in trouble because he saved Seungmin?
“Should I, I don't know, is there something I should do?” You cannot keep the fear out of your voice. Something is wrong. You know it. You just don't know what is wrong.
“No.” He looks back at the bedroom door. “There’s nothing to worry about. This won’t touch you.”
There is something he’s not saying. You touch his arm, making him look at you. That sad and resigned hue lingers in his eyes.
“Will you come back after or tomorrow? You should look at Seungmin. I’ve never taken care of a fae invalid before. He might turn a different color or something.” Your laugh is less than a laugh. Something feels lodged in your throat and you can’t swallow it away. Your heart is beating too fast in a way that’s unpleasant. It’s panic. “I probably need more fae potion anyway.” You’re babbling which isn’t something you do. But something is wrong. You can feel it and it makes you shaky.
He half-laughs and it’s hollow. “You don’t need any more, 문외한.” He tugs his arm away from you.
He never does that.
You feel very cold despite being dry and in your warm clothes.
"Of course I do. You said I was still susceptible."
He refuses to meet your eyes. You so desperately want him to look at you. To talk to you like he does. With warmth and teasing.
With affection.
"You should be fine now."
"How do you know that?"
"Seungmin doesn't affect you."
"But…but you do. Don't you?"
He looks at you now. The exhaustion and something incredibly bleak bleeds out from them.
"You don't need to worry about that."
“Why not?” It's like you know the answer, but you ask anyway.
DEMONS TRAPPED ON CARDS : featuring stray kids ot8
— ot8 stray kids x fem!reader pairings in which each member is representing a major arcana card that turns your every hardship into a one wish in exchange of something they want from you. would you take it? would you let yourself suffer more?
content warning: SMUT - more warnings will be posted in each fic. this is a dark fantasy series in celebration for reaching 1k followers i have already reached. special event treats for all my followers < 3
CHRISTOPHER CHAHN BAHNG - THE JUSTICE
christopher! first to the major arcana, represents 11. the justice. the demon trapped on card that decides if a person receives a god karma, or a bad karma. after you manifest him through your rage and resentment, he swore to serve you and turns every suffering you have in exchange of him feeding on your life force.
LEE MINHO - THE MOON
minho! second in command, represents 18. the moon. the demon trapped on card that will turn all your fears and illusions into pleasure. after manifesting him by your intense fear and helplessness, he promised to serve you and turns every nightmare you have into a dream you wouldn't ever forget in exchange of feeding into your life force.
SEO CHANGBIN - THE EMPEROR
changbin! third on the major arcana who represents 4. the emperor. the demon trapped on card who asserts dominance. the card who'll turn your submissiveness into something to hold on to. after manifesting him in the slums full of slaves, he promised to served you you will find the strength to authority as long as you let him feed on your life force.
HWANG HYUNJIN - THE DEVIL
hyunjin! fourth in line, the demon trapped on card that represents 15. the devil. the card who's most dangerous of all, he has no certain reason as to why you manifested him, he is the devil afterall. but he was enamoured at your appeal to everyone, as a stripper that has everyone wrapped around your fingers, he wonders how would that feel so he's out to fulfill all your fantasies in exchange of your life force.
HAN JISUNG - THE LOVER
jisung! fifth in major arcana, he who represents 6. the lover. the demon trapped on card who's the tamest of all. the one who was cursed and trapped on card after loving an entity he wasn't supposed to. and now that you manifested him after a heartbreak that shatters your world, he promised to serve and love you as long as you keep him alive with your life force.
LEE YONGBOK - THE FOOL
felix! sixth in the major arcana, the one who holds the card 0. the fool. the demon trapped on card seemed to be the most innocent looking. he's a demon who's looks are of an angel, but do not be fooled. he's a demon that will eat up all your innocence and turn you into something complete opposite of who you are.
KIM SEUNGMIN - THE DEATH
seungmin! seventh in the major arcana, the one who represents 13. the death. the reaper of the group, the one that decides if you are to ascend or to be sent below after your death. manufesting him after a near death experience has him on his knees for you and swore to serve you as long as he feeds on your life force.
YANG JEONGIN - THE MAGICIAN
jeongin! lastly but definitely not the weakest. the demon that holds the card 1. the magician. the demon trapped on card who sliest of all. he wasn't supposed to be here and be manifested, but he was cunning to have done it so after he was attracted on how manipulative you are. swearing to take you under his wing, he serves to give you the best experience in exchange of keeping him with you and feeding into your life force.
when a string of murders stretching from detroit to chicago begins to unravel, homicide detective hwang hyunjin is the one who notices the detail everyone else is willing to dismiss. quiet, relentless, and far more tender than he lets the world see, he follows the thread until it pulls you into his orbit too. somewhere between the dead he refuses to forget and the truth closing in around you both, something dangerous and impossible to ignore begins to take shape.
