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- Daily Soobinie: till he comes back (37/ 79 -> from day 42 to 79)
It started off as a Hyunjin fanfic, but I have Minho fever, so...
Word count: 2.6k
Warnings: crazy!jealous!yn, smut (MDNI), sex in public, angst, property damage, toxic relationship
Alexa, play Spotlight by VOILÀ
Minho and you always had a tumultuous relationship. Always going back and forth, arguing over the smallest possible reasons, resolving everything in the bedroom, and repeating it all over again. Each time, the atmosphere was unbearable, with so much heat from the words leaving your mouths, that even the thermostat could feel it. Raised voices, fingers pointed at each other's faces, laughs thick with bitterness, because laughing was better than believing the absurdities being spoken by both sides. The main cause of the fights? Jealousy. Again. And again. And again. And this time was no different.
This time it was some random stay in some random fancall that got edited and taken out of context, and the instagram algorithm delivered it to you firsthand. But you didn't care about the context, what mattered was what your eyes were seeing, and they were seeing a Lee Minho all giggly and invested in a conversation with a very pretty girl— and you were seeing it very clearly.
He was used to your jealousy outbursts at this point, they were more frequent than he'd like them to be, and lately, it seemed to have gotten worse. But every time, there he was, trying to prove— and failing— to you that it was just fanservice, that he didn't even remember the name of that fan, that only you mattered. And he wouldn't mind repeating those words a thousand times if he had to. Because it was impossible to walk away from you, even when you were crazy— he loved you unconditionally.
But now— he was really mad. Furious, even. Not because you had just accused him, or thrown something at him, or left, or ignored all his attempts at contact. No, this time, you'd crossed a line. He was at the gym when it happened.
It was already past midnight when he left your apartment, claiming he needed to clear his head, that the argument had been too much for him. You begged him not to go, but Minho didn't listen. Pacing around your living room, your eyes fell on the old baseball bat signed by Aaron Judge, a gift from your best friend Kim Seungmin after returning from a Yankees game in the US. Biting your lower lip, you tried to push the thought aside, tried to compose yourself, maybe crying under a cold shower would calm you down.
But nothing worked. Watching Smallville? No effect. Listening to VOILÀ? It only made you angrier. Drinking chocomilk? It only made you miss him more, "Well, I tried", you lied to yourself. And then, you did the only thing a girl could do in your situation, you decided to go to the gym with your faithful sidekick— a baseball bat in the back seat.
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The underground parking lot of the gym was nearly empty, save for a few cars and your boyfriend's black Mercedes-Benz sedan, "These people must be sleepwalkers", you muttered to yourself as you parked your car, "Or they have a crazy girlfriend like me", you couldn’t help but think. Then, you killed the engine, unbuckled your seatbelt, and stepped out, carrying the baseball bat with you.
You tried to turn back a few times on the way, but your anger made your foot press down harder on the accelerator. You approached the Mercedes, dragging the bat along behind you. Your hand clenched around the emblem on the hood, yanking it off.
You inspected it, the light reflecting on the metallic piece, allowing you to see a smudge on its surface— your mascara was all smeared down your face, making you look like you'd been left at the altar, "Ran off to marry someone else, I bet”, you thought. Gripping the metal object in your fist, you didn't think twice before tossing it into the air. Then, you prepared to smash it against the car window. Lifting the bat to your shoulder, bending your knees slightly, you swung— at nothing. The Mercedes emblem clinked against the ground instead, and you stood there, watching, "Great. Humiliated again", then you kicked it away, "Useless"
Then your eyes met your reflection in the driver's window. You took a deep breath, questioning if this was truly necessary. And you realized that if Lee Know hadn't left you talking to yourself at home, none of this would be happening, so yes, it was all his fault. You bent your knees again, twisted your body slightly to the side, squeezed your eyes shut, and swung, this time hitting right in the center of the glass. The sound rang in your ears.
When you opened your eyes, there was glass scattered on the floor, your hands were shaking, your breath was short and heavy, and you felt— fantastic. Yes, incredible, invincible, even. Letting the anger out was a better release than a bench press could ever be.
Leaning on the front wheel, you climbed on the hood, smashing the windshield once— a spider web of broken glass formed— and then twice, and three, four times, until a hole opened up. Then you hit the rearview mirror, battering it until it hung loose, "You want to be giggling at her, don’t you?!", you asked as if Lee Know was there, "You'll be giggling at this now. What about that, huh?!". Moving further up, you decided to explore the body of the car now, attacking the roof and the antenna of the car without mercy, and finally, the hood, crushing the metal recklessly. Finally, your strikes stopped, and you took a minute to appreciate your masterpiece. Before sitting on the dented hood, out of breath— smashing a real car could be really tiring
It didn't take long for Minho to find the scene— his Mercedes completely destroyed, the ground littered with glass, and you sitting there— legs swinging like a child having a pleasant day in the garden, with a baseball bat in your hands. He felt dizzy, barely able to breathe, "W-what…", he paused, denial hitting him hard, "Yn! What did you do…?!"
You turned to him, the semblance of serenity, completely the opposite of the woman he had left at home, "Hi, babe!", you exclaimed, jumping off the hood and throwing your arms around his neck. But Minho didn't react, he just stood there staring at the mess you made, trying to process the whole situation, "I'm feeling much better," you continued, acting like you were innocent, "They say that sharing your frustrations is good for you. So I shared with the car and now I'm feelingmuch better”but he didn't say anything.
You pulled your face back to look at him, “Minho?”, you could see the anger building on his face. In an instant, he went from pale to red, and you knew something bad was about to happen.
With a sharp movement, he removed your arms from around his neck and took a step back, afraid to know what he would do if he lost his head, "You shared with my car?!", he growled.
Regretful, you shrank back, nodding lightly, “Babe, don’t be mad at me… it wasn’t on purpose"
He laughed, bitter, incredulous that you were still trying to come out of this as innocent, “Oh, it was an accident! Of course! Cause Yn would never do that", he said, sarcasm heavy on his words. But you didn’t say anything, you didn't have courage. He approached you, pressing your body against the driver’s door, “Cause she isn’t CRAZY!”, he finally shouted, his hot breath against your face.
“Minho…”, you tried, but he didn’t let you
“Cause she isn't completely insane!”, you could only close your eyes, and accept the scolding, “Right?”, he asked
“I’m so sorry, babe…”, you said, voice shaking
Your boyfriend took a step back, laughing, humorlessly, "Oh, you feel bad now?!", he repeated, laughing manically, "Like feeling bad will...", he kicked the front wheel, "...fix…”, he kicked it again, “... the mess...", and again, "...you made", he finally stopped, his chest coming up and down fast
You opened your eyes, shivering, "Minho, stop... you're scaring me. I just... overreacted a little bit"
He opened his mouth to yell at you again, but then he paused, letting the air out sharply through his nose, his jaw clenched tight,, and when his eyes met yours, "That's it. We're done", he said, dryly.
Your eyes filled with tears immediately, a lump formed in your throat, and you thought you'd suffocate, "No. No, we're not. You can't break up with me over... over a silly fight”, you watched him, waiting for a reaction, but he stood still, giving you nothing. Then you decided to move closer, wrapping your arms around his neck again, "come on... don't do this to me, I love you"
He let the air out again and rolled his eyes, his voice calmer now, "Yn... you've gone too far this time"
So you decided to play your last card— the one you always used when you wanted to change his mind. The one that forced him to work out his anger— yeah, the sex card. Sliding one hand down his chest, then abdomen you cupped his through his pants, rubbing lightly but with enough pressure to make Minho gulp.
“Yn…”, he whispered, breathless, “we can’t keep solving everything with sex…”
You smirked, cause you both knew that was exactly what was going to happen again,"If you don't want it, then stop me. You're strong enough to throw me to the other side of this parking lot if you really wanted to”, you whispered, now squeezing his length. Minho gasped, closing his eyes, allowing himself to indulge in what he knew shouldn’t do.
"Fuck", he cursed in his mind, you were such a tease, he couldn't resist. Suddenly, Minho grabbed your hips and pressed you against the car, then turned you, bending you over the Mercedes’ hood.
He looked down at you, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and desire. "You think you can just destroy my car and I'll just forget about it?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous, "Not a chance. Now you'll get what you deserve, you psycho brat”, his hands traveled up your thighs, bunching the fabric of your dress at your hips, exposing your ass.
You gasped, surprised and excited at the same time, "Minho, what are you doing?", you asked, voice breathy.
"Giving you what you need", he replied, voice firm, "But not the way you think"
He held you down, his hands strong on your back. You could feel his hard on pressing against your ass, even through his clothes. You wiggled, trying to get some friction, some relief from the ache that was building inside you.
He slapped your ass, the sound echoing in the empty parking lot, "Stay still", he commanded
You whimpered, but you did as you were told. You could feel him undoing the tie of his gym shorts, revealing just enough of his cock to fuck you until you saw stars. You felt his warm fingers moving your panties aside, and then you felt him, hard and ready, the leaking tip pressing against your entrance.
He teased you, rubbing himself against you but not entering yet. You moaned, pushing back against him, trying to get Minho to move. But he held firm, his hands gripping your hips, keeping you in place.
"Please, babe…”, you begged, "Please… I need you, Minho...."
He chuckled, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine, "Not yet", he said, his voice calm, "You need to learn patience, pretty girl". You groaned, frustrated and turned on all at once. You loved it when he took control like this.
Suddenly, he ran a finger along your slit, collecting your wetness. He brought his finger to your clit, circling it, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. You squirmed, trying to get more friction but he kept his touch light, teasing you. It felt like torture, the way he brought you to the edge of your pleasure but not letting you fall over.
"You're driving me crazy”, you moaned, body tensing with need.
He chuckled, then leaned in, his breath warm on your ear, "This is what being in a relationship with you feels like. It's like standing at the peak of a mountain, the world at the palm of your hands… But then you show up and threaten to push me off the cliff, and all I can do is beg. Beg for you to let me live”, he whispered, his fingers never leaving your clit, sending you shivers of pleasure, "And now, I want you begging too. If I go down, you're coming with me”
He continued to tease you, his fingers moving in slow circles, his other hand holding you down, preventing you from moving. You groaned, your body aching with need. You were so close, so ready. You could feel the pleasure building, the pressure increasing.
He must have sensed your desperation because he finally, mercifully, decided to stop with the teasing and entered you. But he did so slowly, painfully slow. He slid in inch by inch, his gaze glued on you, watching every reaction of yours. You clenched around him, your body greedy and eager, but he took his time, ignoring your tightness with the focus of a buddhism master. It was torture, pure and simple— for both of you.
You could feel every inch and every vein of him as he slid in, your body stretching to accommodate him and you needed him to move, to fill you completely, but he was taking his time. And just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he was finally, blessedly, all the way in. You let out a moan of relief and pleasure mixed together, "Minho", you whispered.
He smiled, more than satisfied to have wrecked you, "Yes, pretty girl?" he asked, then, without his self consent, he let it slip, "Damn, you feel so good”. And then, finally, he began to move, with a feral growl, he started to pound into you, hips snapping forward with a force
that took your breath away. Each thrust was intense, driving you forward on the hood of the car. His hands held your hips so strong that it would leave bruises. And you felt each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your soul felt like it was leaving your body, like you were floating, weightless, seeing stars.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the parking lot, accompanied by your moans and his grunts. It was raw, primal, and you loved every second of it. You pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, eager for more. You were close, you could feel your orgasm approaching, like a wave ready to crash over you. And when it did, it was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. Your body convulsed, your vision went blank as you let out a scream that echoed through the empty parking lot.
He continued to pound into you, drawing out your orgasm, making it last longer than you thought it was possible. And when he finally came inside you, his body tensed, his grip on your hips tightening to the point of pain. He collapsed against your back, his breath ragged, his body completely spent. You could feel his heart pounding against your back, his sweat mingling with yours. And in that moment, you knew, without a doubt, that you were his, and he was yours and none of you were going anywhere anytime soon.
After a few minutes, he finally said something, “Yn…”, you hummed in response, “I love you too”, and then, Minho gently kissed your shoulder, “Let’s go home, my love”, he said before pulling out
And right there, still bent over the wrecked Mercedes, you smiled, satisfied— the night couldn't have been better.
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The cure- Hyunjin
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Spring:
Seonghwa– River of healing
Seonghwa already knows your favorite flower— purple hyacinths. He also knows you’ve closed the door to love. But quietly, he still believes your heart can feel something again. One day, he offers you hope as he proposes three dates to show you that love is still worth it.
Summer:
Felix- Time after time
After years away, a big event brings you back to your hometown. And with it, it brings him— Lee Felix, your childhood love. You both had grown and are different but somehow he is still him. Life has taken you far but as old memories resurface and new sparks begin to flicker, you realize that maybe love didn’t end, maybe it just paused.
Autumn:
Yunho– Decode
Every day, a stranger takes a photo of you as you work in a public library. At first, it doesn't bother you but then you begin writing about him, trying to give a sense to the mystery. Till one afternoon, he sits in front of you and asks if you’d like to go on a date.
Ok hehe so this is more like an introductory chapter but it's funny and has a lot of teasing. You can read more about this fic in the menu
Word count: 5.0k
Warnings: smut
Alexa, play No doubt by Enhypen
Chapter 1: You
It’s a quiet Tuesday.
Monte Carlo is still pulsing from the afterglow of the Emilia-Romagna Grand Prix— celebrations, commentary, headlines buzzing about overtakes in the final laps and tire strategy. But in the café where you work, everything moves slower. Mostly locals.
You wipe down a table by the window. That's when you see him— Yang Jeongin.
He’s dressed casually— blue jeans, white t- shirt, black cap— but he still moves like someone used to being watched. But right now, he’s not. No one pays him much attention— no fans, no flashes, just the bell above the door and the way your breath catches in your throat.
He spots you instantly, then smiles brightly. Not for the cameras, just for you. You try to act natural, you always do. And you fail— every single time.
“Hey”, he says, like he belongs in this small place, “Back in Monaco for a few days. Missed your coffee”
You arch an eyebrow, “Do you even remember your order, Yang Jeongin?”
He tilts his head like you had offended him, “You hurt me like that”
Still, he gets it wrong. He asks for almond milk instead of oat but you correct him without hesitation, and that makes him laugh. That sweet sound you only heard once after you tripped on a loose cobblestone outside the café weeks ago.
He waits while you prepare his drink. Doesn’t pull out his phone, doesn’t rush or do some small talk about the weather. He watches you like people watch fire— from afar but with quiet fascination.
You slide his drink across the counter, “Welcome back”
He takes a sip, letting a deep groan emerge from his throat, “God, I forgot how good this is. What’s the secret?”
“You were just drinking pit lane sludge in Italy”
“Fair enough”, he says, then leans his forearms on the counter, “I really did miss this place, tho”
“You just missed Riviera espresso”, you tease.
“No”, he says, serious, “This”
You know he doesn’t mean the shop. There’s something in the way he says it, looking at your eyes. You feel it, it’s electric— he missed you.
You quickly change the subject, “How was Imola?”
He talks about the rain delay, the chaos in Turn 2, his car’s balance. You realize he’s not bragging just by the way he tells it— honestly, chaotic, full of laughter.
And then, after a pause, he says, “There’s a party tomorrow night”
You look at him, quite confused. There’s a party in Monte Carlo literally every day. So… why would he even mention this one?
“A yacht party”, he continues, saying it like it’s no big deal. Like it’s not the kind of event with guest lists and champagne that costs more than your rent.
“Just a few drivers, some sponsors. Not too much”
You cross your arms, “And why are you telling me that?”
His smile turns sheepish, boyish, even, “Because I want you to come with me”
Your breath hitches, “Jeongin…”
“You don’t have to say yes”, he adds quickly, reading the instant tension in your body
“I know it’s a weird ask. I just…”, he shrugs, “I think you’d like it. The wind, the view. It’s different from here. But… I would like to have you there by my side”
You stare at him. His world has always felt miles above yours. But now, he’s reaching down, not to pull you up, but to meet you halfway.
You swallow, still hesitant, “I don’t have anything to wear”
But that just makes him smile wider, “I have a friend with a styling studio. I can take you there. Or we just say screw the dress code and show up in café aprons. I wouldn’t mind”
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling wider too. And suddenly, you realize you’re saying yes.
“Good! I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon after your shift”
“But, Jeongin, I…”
But he is not listening to you anymore, he grabs his coffee cup, wears his cap back and walks out that door smiling like it is the best day of his life.
•°. *࿐
When a black Porsche pulls up outside the cafe, you almost hesitate. You almost convince yourself it’s better to stay in the world you know— aprons, espresso, and spoiled clients. But when the window rolls down and you see Jeongin with his cap backward, grinning wide and saying
“Get in, apron girl”, you forget everything you were questioning.
“No way. You drive like a lunatic”
He smirks, “And yet you’re curious”
He is right, you are. And you hate it.
As soon as you buckle your seatbelt, he pulls away fast, tires skimming the cobblestones. The Monte Carlo streets blur around you— the sea glinting to your right, wind catching in your hair. For a second, the whole city feels like a dream.
He drives fast. Not reckless, but playful. He weaves through turns with a skill that can only come from instinct and thousands of hours behind a wheel. Every time the car dips, your stomach lifts. Every time he laughs, you do too.
“This is insane”, you yell over the rush of the wind.
“You mean amazing”, he yells back.
He doesn’t take you to some designer boutique by the marina. Instead, he turns inland, toward the quieter side of the city, and stops in front of a little corner atelier. The windows are filled with soft fabrics, and the woman inside greets him like she is an old friend.
Jeongin leans in, “I told her I was bringing someone important”
You flush, “You’re ridiculous”
But that stays with you.
•°. *࿐
The boutique smells like lavender and expensive fabric. A soft French song plays on the speakers, murmured under the rustling of tulle and silk. The owner holds swatches to your skin, murmuring things in French, then in accented English.
Jeongin lounges on the velvet sofa in a loose cream shirt, black slacks and that boyish, amused smirk that comes and goes like breath, one leg crossed over the other, elbow draped casually over the armrest.
But every time you step out from behind the dressing curtain, he sits straighter.
He tries to hide it— taps his phone, plays with his rings— but his eyes can’t lie. It keeps moving up to your calves, your thighs, the curve of your spine. Like he’s cataloguing the exact moment he’ll fall in love.
And then you step out in that dress. Cherry red. Low back. The silk clings to your shape like a magnet— fitted at the waist, soft cowl neck draping across your collarbones, ending just past your ankles.
Jeongin whistles.
You freeze, clenching your fists, “I don’t know, I think it’s… too much”
He doesn’t move.
Then slowly, hypnotized, he rises from the couch and crosses the plush carpet in three quiet strides. His eyes drag over every inch of you with a reverence that feels overwhelming. Without asking, his hand comes up, brushing a loose piece of hair from your cheek, fingers lingering just long enough to leave your skin burning.
“You look like Monaco made you itself”, his voice is soft, almost like a whisper.
You turn toward the mirror, inspecting the fit, the price tag glaring at you, “It’s expensive”
But he’s already pulling out his wallet with zero hesitation. Like buying you this dress is as natural as breathing, “It’s yours”
You stare at him, “Jeongin…”
He looks at you, eyes fixed on yours, and then, in a moment too smooth to feel real, his fingers brush your bare shoulder as he reaches the open zipper at your back.
“May I?”, he murmurs.
Your breath falters as you nod
His hand is steady as he zips the cherry dress up slowly, carefully, his knuckles ghosting over your spine. You feel his hot breath near your neck.
“You… wow”, he says under his breath, as the zipper locks in place, “You actually might kill someone”
You give a shy smile, “Is that a compliment or a warning?”
“Both”
Just as the stylist returns, Jeongin’s name is called from across the boutique— one of the employees holding a garment bag with his tuxedo.
“Right on time” he says, stepping back, “I borrowed mine from Chan but figured I should try something less boring”
You raise a brow, “What happened to yours?”
Jeongin groans, “Don’t ask”
You smile, “That bad?”
He stares off into the distance, traumatized, “Seungmin”
“Ah”
“I left it hanging by the window after getting it steamed. Perfect. Ready”
You nod, “And then?”
“And then Seungmin decided to open the balcony door to ‘get some fresh air’ ”
Your brows furrow, “And…?”
“And apparently Monaco fresh air means seagulls”, Jeongin says flatly, “One flew in. Shit directly on the tux, like it was aiming. It got completely ruined”
You cover your mouth, choking on a laugh, “No”
“Oh yes. Seungmin just looked at it and went, ‘Well. That’s unfortunate’. Unfortunate! Like it wasn’t his fault!”
You start giggling, “What did he do after?”
“Took a photo, laughed and walked away. Said he warned me about not trusting him”
“That sounds like him”
“I’m never trusting that son of a bitch again”
You shake your head, still grinning, “Well. At least you get to buy a new one”
He looks at you in the cherry dress again, eyes softening, “And at least I get to see you in that while I do”
“You like it?”, you ask
“More than like it”
He winks and then disappears into the changing room just to return minutes later in a sleek black tuxedo— double breasted, satin lapels, shirt unbuttoned at the top.
“Need help with your bow tie?”, you ask, tilting your head.
Jeongin steps toward you, “Since you are offering”
Your fingers move to button the top of his shirt for him and then, they find the fabric of his bow tie. He doesn’t move as you tighten it gently. He just watches you, mouth parted slightly, eyes darker than before. As you finish the last button, your knuckles graze his throat.
“Careful”, he murmurs, “You keep touching me like that and we’re not making it to that yacht”
“You need to behave”, you whisper.
“Not when you’re this close”
And for a second it feels like the boutique around you disappears. Like all the fabric and mirrors and quiet music are just decoration for the tension between you.
When the stylist returns, breaking the spell, Jeongin steps back— still watching, still thinking god knows what in the back of his head.
"Well", he says, slipping his hands in his pockets, "at least we look like Monaco’s most dangerous couple"
You smile.
“Yeah. I think we do”
•°. *࿐
Afterward, he insists on one more stop before taking you home. He drives you up a winding road that curves above the sea. At the top, he parks, kills the engine, and steps out with a quiet, “Come on”
You sit on the hood of the Porsche side by side, watching the sun slide into the Mediterranean. Your knees are touching, his shoulder brushes yours every time he shifts.
He glances sideways, his voice suddenly softer, “You know... I used to be broke”
You blink, “You?”
He nods, “Lived in a tiny flat with my parents and two brothers back in Busan. Drove old karts until the wheels fell off. I know what it’s like… to want something and feel like the whole world’s laughing in your face for trying”
You say nothing, throat tightening
“I didn’t bring you with me today because I wanted to show off”, he adds, “I brought you because… I don’t know, I think maybe you forgot what it’s like to believe you deserve good things”
He turned to look at you— not the playful, teasing look from the café. Not the casual, cocky grin from the Porsche. But a quiet, intense look. His gaze drops to your mouth and hovers there just a little too long.
You inhale holding your breath as he leans closer. And then, just before it can happen— he pulls back, clearing his throat, “I should get you home”
You nod, cheeks burning, heart pounding against your chest, mouth still tingling from the ghost of his touch
•°. *࿐
Minho’s still sweating from the padel match. His shirt clings to his back, chest heaving slightly as he sinks into the cool cushions of a white leather chaise on the rooftop. Jisung and Hyunjin are laughing over something at the bar. The glass doors are open, and music spills softly from inside.
Laughter echoes behind him— his girlfriend’s voice.
“Minholicious, did you hear me?”
He blinks. Damn, he hates this pet name.
With a heavy sigh, he looks over his shoulder. She’s gorgeous, of course— glossy blond hair close to perfection, long tan legs, flawless face even when she’s just standing. She’s holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a phone in the other.
“There’s a yacht party tomorrow”, she says, stepping barefoot on the white marble floor, “George is hosting. Champagne, photos, sponsors, the whole deal. We have to go”
He doesn’t answer.
She pouts, “Don’t tell me you forgot. This is Monaco. You’re the golden boy here, everyone’s watching. You in Tom Ford, me in Dior? It’s brand synergy”
He turns back to the sea. He has everything they promised him— the wins, the wealth, the apartment overlooking the ocean, the girlfriend with the perfect smile.
And yet, the champagne doesn’t taste like expensive anymore. The adrenaline fades too fast. The nights are too hollow, even when they're busy. There are days when the sound of an engine is the only thing that drowns out the restlessness, the aching echo inside his chest. Days when he doesn’t even remember why he wanted this life in the first place.
Her voice takes him from his mind again, “Are you even listening to me, Minho?”
He leans forward, elbows on his knees, gaze fixed on the horizon like it might tell him something he desperately needed to hear cause while she talks about fancy parties and selling the perfect couple image, he can only think about how hollow he had become.
She steps closer when he doesn’t reply for the third time, “Minho, she says, voice high pitched, “I’m trying here. Why can’t you just…”
Still facing the sea, he finally speaks, voice low and flat, “You’re always trying”
She crosses her arms, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He turns his head slightly, eyes scanning the coastline, not her, “That every time we talk, it feels like a campaign. Like I’m your brand and you’re mine. Do you even care about what I want, or just what would look good in a headline?”
There’s a pause.
Then, she exhales, sharply, “You’re being dramatic”
He finally looks at her with tired eyes, unreadable as usual, “No. I’m just tired”
Of the rooftop, of the pressure, of pretending he doesn’t notice the way she only touches him when the cameras are on. Of people congratulating him on a life that feels nothing like his own.
“You’re just stressed. I get it. After the last GP and Jeongin…”
He cuts her off, cold, distant, “Go to the party tomorrow. Wear whatever you want”
She raises an eyebrow, “You’ll be there with me, right?”
He doesn’t answer that part. Instead, he leans back into the chaise, eyes returning to the horizon, like giving up is just easier than fighting back.
“Let me know what time”
She stares at him for a moment longer, then huffs a quiet breath and disappears inside. And when she’s gone, Minho stays there wondering why he feels lonelier with her than when he’s actually by himself.
•°. *࿐
The door clicked open, and Jeongin stepped into the quiet calm of his oceanfront penthouse apartment . He paused for a second, still holding the boutique bag in his hand, the goofiest grin tugging at his lips that hadn’t left his face since you tried on that cherry red dress and spun in front of the mirror just for him.
He could still smell the faint trace of your perfume on his hoodie— and worse, he kept catching himself reaching for it, just to bring the scent closer.
“There he is!”
Chan’s voice came from the living room, where he sat sprawled across the couch in joggers and a tank top, sipping Dom Pérignon.
“Took your time, didn’t you? I was starting to think you’d kicked the bucket”
Jeongin set the bag down carefully beside the console and kicked off his shoes.
“Had errands”
“Errands?”
Changbin popped his head out of the kitchen. He had a blender jar in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other.
“Dressed like that? You left here in cologne and confidence, bro. Just tell us. She’s hot, isn’t she?”
Jeongin just blinked, without answering and walked to the fridge to grab a water bottle. He tried to keep it cool, but his face had already betrayed him.
“Oh no. Oh my God”, Chan pointed, eyes widening, “You’re smiling. You’re doing that stupid dimple smile”
“No, I am not”
“Jeongin. You’re blushing, bro”
“Shut up”
“That smile’s too soft”, Changbin said, pointing the wooden spoon at him, “You’re done for”
Jeongin ignored them and opened the fridge. He grabbed a bottle of water and leaned against the counter, trying not to replay the way your skin felt so warm against his fingers as he helped you with the zipper or how you looked at him in the dressing room while you buttoned his shirt.
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about”
“Don’t try to lie to us”, Chan chuckled, “I know that look. That’s the ‘I’d buy her the entire damn boutique if she asked’ kind of look”
Jeongin rolled his eyes, “You’re exaggerating”
But then his phone buzzed, and the second he saw your name on the screen, his face lit up— flushed cheeks and dimples showing up.
He smiled at the screen, feeling his heart thud a little too fast.
You:
Thanks again for today. I still can’t believe you bought me a dress 😭😭 I’m still smiling.
You:
Being that dangerously charming should be illegal, yang jeongin
He exhaled slowly and texted back:
Jeongin:
You’re the one who’s dangerous.
Jeongin:
Glad I could make you smile. Still thinking about that dress and your breath dangerously close to my neck , pretty girl.
He hit send. When he looked up, two grown men were staring at him like he just proposed to someone on live TV.
“You did not just call her ‘pretty girl’ ”, Changbin said, stunned.
“Our Jeongin?!”, Chan added, blinking, “Who once said he’d rather die in a car crash than cuddle after sex’ just called someone ‘pretty girl’ in his kitchen?”
“You’re already whipped”, Changbin said.
“I am not whipped”
“No, no. You are. Fully, hopelessly, tragically whipped”
Jeongin tried to hide his grin behind the water bottle. But he failed. Completely.
Changbin leaned on the counter like this was an investigation, “Who is she? Monaco girl? Grid girl? A gambler? Maybe a hooker?”
The youngest blinked, completely speechless
“You two are the worst”
“We’re your friends”, Chan corrected, “Which is why we’re allowed to mock you while watching you fall head over heels like an idiot”
Chan set his glass down slowly, “Where’s the guy who once said dating was ‘a mechanical failure waiting to happen’?”
He turned to Changbin for backup. Changbin nodded, grinning wide.
“Yeah, he literally told that reporter in Brazil last year that ‘love is for people who don’t qualify on pole’”
Jeongin buried his face in his hands, “You guys have an incredibly good memory for things I regret”
“You mocked Han for catching feelings on a one night stand”, Chan continued, pointing accusingly, “You said romance was a ‘media strategy with worse consequences than a bad pit stop’. I remember that because it stayed with me”
Jeongin groaned, dragging a hand over his face,
“You guys are making stuff up”
“Nope”, Chan leaned back, grinning, “I even saved the quote in my notes app. Just in case you ever fell in love”
Jeongin’s ears turned bright red. He opened his mouth, then closed it.
“That guy”, Changbin said solemnly, “Is dead. Buried. Six feet under. R.I.P”
“May he rest in peace”, Chan added, pressing a hand to his chest, “Because that Jeongin? That one? He’s gone. Whipped. Soft. A simp”
“It’s not like that…”, Jeongin began.
And right on cue, Jeongin’s phone buzzed. The screen lit up: your name again
You:
“Also… you know you didn’t have to help me with the zipper, right?”
Jeongin didn’t even look up from his phone, just smirked. Which made his situation even worse.
Then a second buzz:
You:
But I didn’t stop you 😇
“Is it not? Jeongin. Or should I say Simpeongin?”, Chan asked, narrowing his eyes
Jeongin:
Was I supposed to resist that dress?? Be serious
Changbin grabbed a throw pillow, sulking into it, “He used to be one of us. A commitment phobe. An elite member of the emotionally unavailable club”
“What happened to, ‘If she can’t keep the pace, I ain’t going down on her’?”
Jeongin finally looked up, “Guys, I never said that last one…”
“YOU DID! In Belgium. 2024. It was raining”, Chan snapped.
Jeongin’s phone buzzed again. He opened the message app and read the message.
You:
Still thinking about how warm your hands felt on my back…
And then— he bit his lip. The kind of lip bite that would make any woman get on their knees
“Shit! He’s biting his lip now!”, Chan shrieked, “We are witnessing his demise”
“Text her back, lover boy”, Changbin growled, “Tell her she just assassinated years of reputation with one single line”
Jeongin, still flushed, grinned to himself and typed something with one thumb, completely unbothered,
Jeongin:
You really want me to lose it with Chan and Changbin here??
You replied seconds later,
You:
Humm… maybe 😌
Meanwhile, Chan was lying flat on the floor whispering, “The man who once said 'romance is a scam run by wedding rings and chocolates companies' is now texting with his feet kicking in the air like a teen in love…”
“This is worse than early retirement”, Changbin muttered.
“No”, Chan said dead serious, “This is domestication”
Jeongin just shakes his head, resting his chin on the counter, smiling like an idiot.
“Yeah”, he says softly, “I’m doomed”
There’s a moment of silence. They exchange glances, then Chan claps his hands.
“Alright, sex drawer! Do you need condoms? I have extras. All types. Latex free. Assorted flavors. The green ones even glow in the dark”
Changbin perks up, “No, wait. Those ones suck. I’ve got the ultra thin ones. Max sensitivity. You want to feel everything, trust me”
Jeongin chokes, “Okay, first of all…”
“Lube?”, Chan interrupts, “Water based is safer, but silicone based is slippery like a Formula 1 in the rain. Just saying”
"Okay, no. No no no!”, Jeongin says quickly, “We are not having this conversation”
“I have the one that gets warm on contact” Chan continues, ignoring the younger.
“And I’ve got the flavored ones” Changbin adds, “For, you know, activities”
“We’re just trying to help”, Changbin says, looking hurt, “Also, positions. Start with missionary, obviously…”
But once there’s trust,” Chan says thoughtfully, “spooning hits different. Very underrated”
Jeongin looks like he’s about to implode. He clasps his hands together like he’s praying for divine intervention, “I am begging you”
Changbin leans in, “Wait. Are you gonna eat her out first or…”
Jeongin drops his head onto the counter, “I literally hate both of you”
Chan says cheerfully, “It’s called support”
“Do you two realize I’m not a virgin?!” Jeongin explodes, throwing his arms up
Changbin blinks. “Wait, what?!”
Chan’s eyes narrow. “Since when?!”
“Since none of your business!” Jeongin shouts. “Why am I being subjected to a TED talk on missionary like I’m nineteen and at a virgin summer camp?!”
“We were just trying to help,” Chan says, half defensive.
Jeongin wheels on them, pointing like he’s in court, “Oh really? You? Help me? What the hell do either of you know about functional dating?”
Chan and Changbin exchange a look.
Jeongin doesn’t wait.
“Changbin, your last relationship ended because that yoga instructor told you crying during sex was ‘way too much’ ”
Changbin turns scarlet, “That was taken wildly out of context…”
“She said, ‘your whimpering disrupted my chakra alignment’ ”
Chan nearly falls over laughing.
“And you!” Jeongin turns to him, “You once told a girl you couldn’t commit because Mercury was in retrograde, but then got back with her because you missed her dog!”
Chan defends, “He was a very good boy!”
Jeongin doesn’t stop, “You’ve both been in more situationships than actual relationships! Half of your exes think you are serving in the Korean military!”
Changbin hides his face on his hands
“And the other half are in a group chat called ‘Did Chan actually ghost us or is he just an asshole?’ ’”
Chan gasps, “That chat exists?!”
Jeongin storms off toward his room, mumbling, “Unbelievable. TED talks, fluorescent condoms, and love life coaching from two men who treat romantic attachment like it’s a seasonal illness”
Changbin mutters, “You know, he used to be the quiet one”
Chan sighs, “They grow up so fast”
•°. *࿐
Later that day:
Jeongin lays back shirtless on his bed, one arm bent behind his head, skin still warm from the shower. The sheets are tangled loosely around his waist as he scrolls when your name pops up again.
You:
Photo message
His chest tightens.
It is a mirror pic. You are in the yacht party dress, or more precisely, almost in it. The zipper is halfway up. The curve of your back are exposed
No face, no nudes— just that.
Just enough to short circuit his brain
He sucks in a slow breath.
You:
Guess I need help with the zipper again 🥺
He coughs once, sits up slightly, presses a hand over his face like that would help. It doesn’t.
Then, he types
Jeongin:
You are actually dangerous
Your response is even more dangerous:
You:
Photo message
Another mirror angle this time, from the front. Still not showing everything, but enough to see the neckline and the soft press of your chest beneath it. Just a hint.
He nearly drops the phone. His stomach flutters and his hips shift under the sheets.
You:
Does it still drive you crazy, or should I find another dress?
Jeongin exhales a curse, thumb trembling slightly as he types
Jeongin:
That dress is gonna live rent free in my brain forever
I’m genuinely scared to see what you’d do if I were actually there
A few seconds passed before your reply comes
You:
Wanna find out?
His breath catches. He leans his head back, thudding softly against the headboard, a grin creeping across his face. He doesn’t answer right away, just stares at your photo again.
He'd help with the zipper again.
And again.
And again.
A moment later, his fingers move, typing slow.
Jeongin:
Good night, pretty girl. If you need help with that zipper tomorrow too… you know where to find me 👀
He sets the phone down. The screen goes black but your image stays— carved into him.
Jeongin doesn’t move at first. He couldn’t. His fingers twitch against the sheets, his pulse pumping in his ears. Your dress had slipped down one shoulder— just one— but it was enough to undo him.
The memory of your hands on him earlier, tracing the buttons like it meant something more, makes his skin burn. And that laugh against his jaw?
That finished the job.
He turns on his back, eyes closed, breath shallow. His body is still reacting— too much too fast. Every inch of him misses you. Every part throbs with the kind of hunger that can’t be fed by imagination alone. But it doesn’t stop him from trying.
Jeongin slides a hand over his stomach, fingers dragging across the tense muscles— slow, testing. His breath hitches as he dips lower, pressing his palm down like he could soothe the ache. He is already hard, already aching, the sensation dizzying and full of frustration. He pushes his sweatpants lower with a grunt, his movements impatient. His other hand grips the sheets, knuckles white.
And then he touches himself.
Not rough, not rushed— mindful. Drawing it out the way you would if you were there. He imagines your eyes on him, watching how his body responds. Imagines you leaning in, whispering something wicked, lips brushing his ear.
Jeongin’s hips shift, his jaw clenches tight as he pumps slowly, teasing himself the way you would tease him— pausing, squeezing, exhaling your name alone in the dark. The rhythm builds with every thought of your mouth and your hands on him, your warmth pressed on his side when you sat too close on the hood of his car. He isn’t even halfway to undone and he is already falling apart.
He curses under his breath.
His thighs tense up. His head tips back against the pillow, sweat starting to bloom in his temple. And still, he keeps it slow. Torturous slow. Each motion is another memory as Jeongin drags his thumb over the tip, hips jolting with the jolt of sensation.
He bites down on a groan, swallowing it.
Everything feels too much but not enough. His muscles burn with the need to hold onto this a little longer— to stay in the feeling of you, the ghost of that almost kiss.
He can imagine you— dress slipping lower, knees parting slightly as you’d whisper, “You gonna do something about it, Red Bull?”
And with that, he loses rhythm, hands moving faster, breath ragging His release hits hard— violent and helpless. It tears through him with a sharp gasp, hips jerking, fingers clawing at the sheets. Your name breaks from his lips like a surrender.
He lays there after, ruined and shaking— chest heaving, sheets twisted, eyes still on the ceiling.
Because even after, there in the dark— you still have a hold on him.
All he can see, hear and breathe.
Is you.
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Warnings: smut, we have sub!hyunjin and soft dom!chan (separately), and also some angst
Alexa, play Moonstruck by Enhypen
No one really remembered who had suggested the trip, it just sort of happened. One moment, finals were ending, and the next, your group chat was overflowing with hotel links and tourism guides, everyone craving to escape campus for a few days before reality came crashing in.
It was the last summer before graduation. The last time you’d all be students before jobs, interviews, moving away, and trying to pretend you knew what you were doing with your life. Your group from the major— people you’d studied and cried with, ended up merging plans with Hyunjin’s soccer team.
At first, the crossover made no sense, a clumsy mix of different energies, but somehow it clicked. Loud, chaotic, unpredictable. Just perfect.
You didn’t know all of Hyunjin’s friends, but you did know Chan— captain of the soccer team. Known for his talent, discipline, and for always being way too kind for someone so intimidatingly attractive. You’d seen him around before. In the cafeteria, in the library, once leaning against a wall outside the gym with his shirt damp from practice and a water bottle pressed to his lips. And you’d been captivated ever since.
He’d looked at you before. And smiled— that dimpled smile that made your brain short circuit everytime. It didn’t happen too often, but enough. Enough to leave your heart racing and your brain spinning, replaying the soft curve of his smile like you’d do with your new favorite music.
Still, you’d never talked. No even once.
Maybe this trip was the perfect opportunity for it.
•°. *࿐
You were in a group of ten, all staying at a shared Airbnb by the sea in Malibu, and you were rooming with a girl from your class.
The second your suitcase hit the floor, Hyunjin stormed in like he lived there, “You’re gonna miss me when we’re not in the same classes anymore”, he said, throwing himself face down on your bed and stealing your bottle of water.
“You act like I don’t already miss you when class ends”.
He rolled over to face you, eyes glinting, “Awww. You love me”.
You grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him, “Shut up”.
This was normal. You and Hyunjin had grown close through group projects, shared classes, and a mutual love of coffee and complaining about teachers. He was your best friend in the way only someone who saw you at your worst could be.
But lately... something was different. There were pauses between your jokes. Lingering looks that didn’t quite laugh off like they used to.
Still, you chose to not question it.
•°. *࿐
At night the group hit downtown, chattering and weaving down sidewalks. The ten of you, walked like one loud, lost parade, arguing over directions and restaurant choices.
Hyunjin was beside you again, nudging your shoulder playfully as you talked about Changbin’s terrible choice of outfit— a mesh tank top and leopard print pants. A little ahead, Chan was deep in a conversation with two of the other players, Felix and Han. His hoodie sleeves were rolled up, the curve of his neck visible under the streetlights.
You tried not to look. Of course, you failed. He was beautiful— plain and simple. Showing his confidence and effortless charisma, the kind of person who seemed grounded no matter the noise around him. He laughed at something one of the others said, and the sound floated back to you like a warm breeze.
You even almost stumbled over a crack in the pavement, “You’re being so obvious”, Hyunjin said, his voice low with amusement.
You looked at him, startled, “What?!”
“That thing where you look at someone and forget how walking works”
“I don’t… I wasn’t…!”.
Hyunjin grinned, “Relax. Chan’s cute. I get it”.
You elbowed him, flustered, “Shut up”.
At the next corner, while the others debated directions, Hyunjin tugged on your sleeve and tilted his head toward a hotel entrance.
“Shortcut”, he said, “Trust me”.
You followed without thinking.
Inside, the air was cool and quiet and the floors polished. The two of you moved through the lobby like shadows, the laughter from outside fading behind you. Passing the glass doors that separated the lobby from the parking garage, you could almost hear the faint hum of the underground garage. Then, out of nowhere, a hotel staff car shot out from the lot, reversing at full speed, too fast and too close.
“Shit!”, Hyunjin yanked you back by the waist, the motion throwing your body against his chest.
You stumbled, heart caught into your throat, as the car’s headlights cut across your feet and then vanished around a corner.
His arm was still around you, chest pressed to yours, his hand splayed just above the small of your back. You were close, too close, clinging to his jacket, the adrenaline fading into something… different.
You looked up. He was already staring at you. Eyes wide, lips parted slightly.
“We were this close to getting hit by that guy”, you said, half laughing, half shaking.
“We could've died”, he said dramatically.
You laughed again, and it was like something snapped into place. The kind of moment you’d seen in movies but never lived. The kind where the laughter fades, the distance vanishes, and the air shifts into something electric.
His gaze shifted to your lips and yours did the same.
“Wait…”, you whispered, panic breaking the spell. “Hyunjin… aren’t you with… What’s her name again?”.
He scoffed, “Yeji?! Ew! No, she's like a sister to me!”.
Your stomach flipped. You wanted to say, ‘but what about Chan?’. But Hyunjin was still looking at you like you were the only thing keeping him anchored to the planet.
And his lips? God, his lips. They looked so… inviting.
Then, you leaned in. So did he.
The kiss was gentle. Careful at first, as if testing if it was real. Then it became deeper. His mouth was incredibly soft, lips moving with a lazy kind of rhythm that made you dizzy. He kissed you like he was learning you, like he was trying to memorize the way you simply breathed.
For a second, it felt like nothing outside of that kiss existed. Just the cool lobby, the hum of the elevator in the background and his hand curled around your waist.
When reality came crashing in again, urgent. You pulled back, breathless, “We can’t get caught. I don’t want our friends to see”.
He looked at you, confused, but he nodded. An unreadable smile curled in his lips as he stepped back.
You both said nothing as you exited the hotel, slipping back into the night just in time for the rest of the group to reappear down the block. They hadn’t even noticed your absence.
You stepped behind them like nothing happened. Like your heart wasn’t racing, like you weren’t still thinking, ‘What if Chan finds out? What if I just ruined everything?’
•°. *࿐
You excused yourself to the bathroom as soon as you reached the restaurant. With your head still spinning, you splashed cool water on your face, reapplied your lip balm, stared at your reflection and tried to act like everything was under control, when really, it wasn’t.
You told yourself, ‘Get it together. Nobody knows. Just sit somewhere neutral and act normal’.
When you walked back out, your group was sitting on a big round table tucked in the back. You paused in the doorway.
You looked at Hyunjin, an empty seat beside him. Chan also had an empty seat near him.
Your throat tightened, and you forced yourself to swallow the panic.
Too close to Hyunjin and it would be suspicious. Too far, and he might notice. Too close to Chan and…
A soft, warm voice broke your thoughts, “Hey”. Chan turned in his seat slightly and smiled up at you, “There’s an empty sit in here”.
He gestured to the seat beside him. His hand rested casually on the back of the chair, his smile the same gentle one you’d memorized in those rare moments across campus.
You hesitated before looking at the seat beside Hyunjin. He was leaning back on his chair, scrolling through his phone, the corner of his mouth twitching when he noticed you watching. He raised an eyebrow like he was daring you to sit beside him, like he expected you to.
You looked back at Chan.
He shifted slightly, reaching for his glass of water, biceps flexing under the sleeves of his shirt. His eyes found yours again and softened even more, “Only if you want to”, he added.
You nodded, quietly before sliding into the seat beside him. “Hi”, you said,almost like a whisper.
He turned his full attention to you then, his expression lighting up like he’d been waiting for this all night.
“I was hoping we’d get to talk,” he said easily, resting his chin in his hand. “You’re Hyunjin’s best friend, right? Same major?”
You blinked. “You… know that?”
He grinned. “Of course I do. You always pass by our field with your headphones on. I’ve seen you sprint across campus when it rains too. You don’t think anyone notices, but…” He tilted his head, “I do.”
You froze, “Oh god”
“No, it’s cute!”, he laughed, “Like, one of those things you remember because it makes you smile. You’re kind of famous among the guys. We have a whole theory you secretly teleport between buildings”
You hid your face in your hands, groaning, “Please stop”
He laughed again, “I’m just messing with you. But seriously, I’ve always wanted to say hi. You seem really cool”
You peeked out from behind your hands, “I’m not”
“You’re adorable”, he said before leaning a little closer, voice lowering, “But I get it. You’re nervous”
Your eyes widened.
“I mean, around me”, he smiled, “Which is also cute. But don’t worry, I’m not as cool as you think. I just work out a lot and talk too much”
You laughed, finally relaxing a little.
“I’m really glad we’re doing this trip”, he said, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, “Maybe we could do something tomorrow? Just us. I saw this boardwalk place with games and food trucks. Sounds fun”
You looked at him, eyes wide again,“You’re serious?”
“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t”
He smiled, and your heart pounded against your ribs like that feeling of falling in love— helpless, a little terrifying— hit you all at once.
You nodded, smiling too. “Okay”, you said, “Let’s do it”
Across the table, Hyunjin hadn’t taken his eyes off you once. He didn’t even notice his food getting cold. Or the way his friends talked around him. All he could see was you. Laughing.
With Chan.
Laughing the way you used to with him. The way you’d lean into his side during class, roll your eyes dramatically, rest your head on his shoulder while whispering gossip or half asleep complaints about morning lectures.
He knew you had a crush on Chan. You’d confessed it once after a few too many soju shots, blushing, giggling, hiding your face while Hyunjin made fun of you and promised not to tell.
It never bothered him. Not until now.
Now, watching you sit beside Chan, knees brushing, faces too close, whispering shared secrets like you were confidants, it made something twist in his chest.
He didn’t recognize the feeling at first. It felt like anger but not quite. Like heartbreak, maybe.
But damn, why now? Why him? Why seeing Chan make you smile in ways Hyunjin thought were just for him, hurt so much?
He dropped his silverware with a loud clatter and left the table, jealousy boiling in his blood.
•°. *࿐
The group split after dinner, some to the karaoke, others back to the Airbnb.
You stayed, waiting for your Uber, when Hyunjin caught up with you.
“Hey”, he said, voice low.
You turned, surprised, “Oh, hi… are you okay?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he took one step closer. Then another. Until your back met the cool wall beside the vending machine. He was close, way too close, crowding your space like he belonged there.
You blinked up at him, “Hyun…”
“What was so funny?”, he asked, quiet, trying to stay calm, “You were laughing all dinner. Like he was the most hilarious guy on earth”
You stared at him, “Wait. Are you…?”
His jaw clenched, “I’m just asking”
You tilted your head, “It was just jokes. We were talking about classes, how Felix snores, nothing important”
Hyunjin scoffed, “Right”
“And anyway”, you said, stepping to the side, brushing past him, “I’m going somewhere with him tomorrow. So I should sleep early. Night, Jinnie”
He didn’t stop you, didn’t follow. But as you walked away, you felt his gaze burning into your back, like somehow trying to pull you back to him.
You lay in bed later that night, the room dark except for the blinking glow of your charging phone. Chan had sent a sweet goodnight text, something about looking forward to tomorrow. Your heart fluttered when you read it.
But your mind? It was still back at the vending machine. Back in the weight of Hyunjin’s stare. The heat of his body close to yours. The way his voice deepened when he said your name.
Why did he care so much about you and Chan? Why did you care that he cared?
And why did the only kiss you wanted to replay again and again tasted like Hyunjin?
•°. *࿐
The sun was high, and the ocean breeze tangled through your hair as you and Chan wandered along the boardwalk. Everything smelled like corn dogs, popcorn, and sunscreen. He was wearing a black baggy tank top and sunglasses, and his hand brushed yours a few times as you walked. It was casual, like he didn’t even notice but your heart did.
He was easy to be around. Funny, silly but thoughtful. He made you feel like he really saw you.
“You’re really bad at this”, he said with a wide grin, watching your dart bounce off the target and land pathetically on the ground.
“Okay, in my defense, the wind is definitely against me”
“There’s no wind!”, he said, laughing.
“Exactly. So suspicious”
“Come here”, he stepped behind you, close enough that you felt the warmth of him through your clothes, “Let me help”.
You paralysed.
His big, warm hands reached for yours and guided your fingers around the dart properly. “You’re holding it too loose”, he murmured, leaning down so his chest brushed your back, his breath brushing the shell of your ear, “You’ve gotta keep your elbow up, like this”
You tried to focus, but your brain was already fried.
His voice was deep and low and it made every part of you extra aware of how close he was. His clean, woody scent filled your lungs, and when he lightly adjusted your wrist with one strong hand, you shivered.
Chan paused.
“You okay?”, he asked softly, his breath ghosting against your cheek.
“Yeah”, you said, but your voice cracked.
He laughed under his breath, amused, “You’re cute when you’re nervous”
You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t pull away, “Am I ever not nervous around you?”
“Not yet” he said, “But I’m hoping you’ll get there soon”
The day passed in a blur. You tried mini golf, he won a plushie in a claw machine and you spilled ice cream on your shirt but Chan helped clean it with a tissue.
By the time you were walking back toward the house, the sky had faded into the soft purples and oranges of sunset. Chan reached out and touched your wrist lightly.
“Hey”, he said, “I had a really really good time with you today”
You looked up at him, heart thumping, “Me too”
He hesitated, then leaned in, not all the way. Just enough to tilt your chin gently with his index finger and press a kiss to the corner of your lips.
It was soft, careful, but still made you melt completely.
“I wanted to”, he said quietly, “But I didn’t want to rush it”
Your breath turned shallow.
“See you tomorrow, okay?”, he added, backing away slowly, still smiling at you like you were the only person in the whole world, “Sleep well tonight”
You nodded, “You too”
And when he turned to head to his room, you watched him go with a fluttering heart and a warmth that spread through your whole chest.
•°. *࿐
But when bedtime came, you couldn’t sleep. There were too many thoughts in your head, too many butterflies in your stomach. Fifty percent because of Chan, and the other half— because of Hyunjin. So after rolling in bed for an hour, you walked down the hallway and knocked on Hyunjin’s room.
It was Han who opened it with a controller still in hand, “Oh hey!”
"Hi, Han”
“Are you looking for Jinnie?”.
You nodded, “Is he in?”.
Han narrowed his eyes, then glanced back at Changbin whose eyes were glued to the screen, “Nah, he went out like twenty minutes ago. Said he was meeting up with someone. Don’t think he mentioned who, though”.
Your stomach twisted a little.
“Oh”, you said, “Okay. Thanks”
“Wanna stay for FIFA?”, Changbin asked, not even looking at you.
You shook your head and backed away, “No, I’m… I’m good. Just wanted to talk to him”.
After saying goodbye, you turned around and walked slowly back to your room. But all the magic from earlier was replaced by something heavier, something tight and sour and frustrating. You didn’t even like Hyunjin that way.
Right?
You weren’t supposed to feel this. You went out with Chan. You laughed until your belly ached and felt fireworks when he kissed the corner of your lips. You were supposed to be floating. So why did the idea of Hyunjin being with someone else make you feel like you couldn’t breathe?
You closed the door behind you and sat on your bed, hugging the plushie Chan had won for you. It didn’t help. Your thoughts were already tangled in Hyunjin’s laugh, his touch, the heat of his breath on someone else’s skin… And, damn, you could feel your head spinning.
It felt almost like… you were jealous.
•°. *࿐
The day after:
It was early and the kitchen was quiet. You sat alone, slowly peeling your orange and sipping at a, now, cold cup of tea, lost in your thoughts. Lost in them— the boys stuck in your mind like thread you couldn't separate.
Your lip still tingled from Chan’s almost kiss the day before, and yet, Hyunjin was the one who wouldn’t leave your head.
Where had he gone? Who had he gone with?
You didn’t like the jealousy in your chest, but it lingered, bitter as the black tea in your mouth. And then, as the Universe was enjoying your misery, the door gently swung open.
You didn’t have to look up, you felt it in the air first. The warmth of him, the scent of morning sweat and sunscreen. His breath was still heavy from the run. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead, and his shirt clung to his chest, damp with sweat.
“Morning”, Hyunjin said casually, walking over like he hadn’t cracked your brain open last night just by not being there, “You’re up early”
“Couldn’t sleep”, you muttered, stabbing your orange segment with a fork.
He leaned down, pressed a lazy kiss to your cheek, then stole the toast from your plate and took a bite like it wasn’t yours. “Hum. I always love your burnt toasts”.
You blinked at him, lips tightening.
He grinned, still chewing, “What?”
“I see you’re in a good mood”, you said, “Guess she was that great, huh?”.
He paused mid bite, eyes narrowing in confusion, “She…?”.
You didn’t meet his gaze, still you did, "Whoever you went out with last night”.
He kept silent for a few seconds, trying to process whatever was happening, “You think I was on a date?!”.
You shrugged, “Why not? It’d explain why you were in a mood and suddenly came back all sunshine and sweet”
Hyunjin scoffed, stepping closer, “I wasn’t on a date, I went out with Felix!”.
You blinked, “Felix?!”
“Yeah”, he said, voice louder now, “He found this pottery workshop near the beach, and I’ve been meaning to try it. Figured it’d help clear my head”.
You paused.
Then finally, you looked up at him, “Do you really think I’m going to bite that?”.
His jaw clenched, “Oh, okay. So you can sneak off with Chan all day, come back glowing and even kiss him… ”.
He glanced at your mouth then looked away, nostrils flaring with anger, “And I’m the one who has to answer for shit I didn’t even do?!”
“How do you…”
“I saw you guys from the balcony”. He admitted, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly stressed.
“Well, that’s different”
“How?!”, he demanded, “Why are you allowed to be jealous and I’m not, huh?”.
You stood up from your chair so fast it scraped against the floor.
“I’m not jealous!”, you lied
“You’re acting like it!”
“So are you!”
He stepped forward, closer
“Maybe I am!”, he growled, “Maybe I didn’t like watching him make you laugh like I used to. Or seeing you look at him like he’s the only one who exists. Like you forgot about me”.
His eyes flicked between yours, lips parted, chest still rising and falling fast from the run or… from your heat.
“Hyunjin…”.
But that’s all you got to say before he kissed you. It was messy. Desperate. Your back hit the wall next to the fridge with a soft thud, and his hands were already under the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing hot against your skin.
You gasped, and he took that sound like an invitation, slipping his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your breath.
You clutched at his shoulders, pulled him closer, groaned when his hips aligned with yours. Your shirt was halfway up your torso, and his lips already wandered down your neck, teeth grazing over your pulse, when…
“YOOO! BREAKFAST SQUADDDD!!”, someone yelled from the stairs. It was Han’s voice and Felix’s laugh trailing behind it. You both froze. They were seconds from walking in.
Hyunjin pulled back with a frustrated growl and pressed his forehead against yours. “I hate them”, he whispered.
You let out a breathless laugh, but your heart was still racing. “You should go. You’re still all sweaty”
“Not the only one who’s hot and wet, though”,he muttered, smirking even as he fixed your shirt and stepped back.
Then he leaned in one last time and whispered, “We’re not done”, before disappearing down the hall toward the staircase.
You collapsed back in your chair, hair messy, lips swollen, heart practically in your throat.
Seconds later, Chan walked in along with Han and Felix. He spotted you, and smiled, “Hey, there you are! I tried to call you but you didn’t pick up”.
You offered a small smile, “I don’t have my phone cause I came down early. Couldn’t sleep”.
He grabbed a plate, sitting next to you, concerned printed on his face, “You okay?”.
You nodded too quickly, “Yeah. Just… thinking”
“Want some distraction?”.
You glanced at his warm smiles, dimples showing up in each one of his cheeks, the kindness in his voice that somehow didn’t feel like enough this morning.
"Actually”, you said, standing , “I think I need to clear my mind”.
And before he could say more, you slipped out with your heart heavy, Hyunjin's kiss haunting your lips, and thoughts raging like the sea after a storm
•°. *࿐
You paced the hallway like a ghost with nowhere to haunt. Every step echoed louder in your chest than it did on the wooden floor. Your mind was a carousel of thoughts that couldn’t stop spinning around Hyunjin.
You needed clarity. Or maybe you just needed him. Before you could second guess it, you walked to his door, and knocked twice. A moment passed, then it swung open.
Hyunjin stood there, hair dripping in soft wet strands, a white towel wrapped low around his hips. His chest still glistened from the steam of the shower, water dripping over his defined collarbone, trailing down to the lines of his abs. His skin looked flushed and clean, the scent of soap immediately flooding your senses.
You blinked, swallowing thickly, “I’ll come back later”.
“No, you won’t”, he said, stepping into the doorframe like he could stop time. “We need to talk”
“Not while you’re wet and naked, Hyunjin”, you muttered, attempting to turn.
“Why not? It’s more fun like this”, he smirked.
That stupid, teasing smirk. You hated how much you loved it.
With a sharp inhale, you shoved him back inside the room and kicked the door shut behind you. His towel loosened slightly with the force, and the shock in his eyes barely had time to register before your hands were tangled in his damp hair and your mouth was on his.
You kissed him like he was oxygen and you’d been drowning. Hyunjin groaned into your mouth, his hands fumbling at your waist, but you were already guiding him backward, until his back hit the wall.
“I can’t take your games anymore”, you whispered into his mouth
“Then don’t stop”, he panted, “Please, don’t”.
You tore the towel from his hips, letting it drop without a second thought. His cock was already aching for you. Hyunjin’s whole body flinched when you dragged your palms over his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen, then lower, teasing his sensitive, flushed skin just above his throbbing length.
You shoved him back onto the bed without ceremony. His body dropped against the mattress, a deep grunt slipping from his lips. You climbed over him, straddling his hips, grinding down against his hot hard length. He groaned, broken, as his hands gripped down on your thighs, too tight, too desperate.
“Wait…", he gasped
“No fucking waiting, Hyunjin", you hissed back, grabbing his cock in your fist and lining him up at your entrance.
You sank down onto him in one slow, brutal motion, and Hyunjin almost sobbed.
His hips jerked upward instinctively, thrusting deeper, chasing your heat with a feral hunger. You rode him, grinding down, dragging every inch of him inside you until you were both shaking.
He was loud beneath you, panting, moaning, begging in choked, shattered words. His nails dug into your skin hard enough to leave crescent moon shaped marks.
Hyunjin touched you helplessly, hands flying up to grab your ass, your waist, pulling you down harder onto him, making you feel how much he needed you.
“I don’t know how or when….shit…”, he gritted out between thrusts, “But I can't stop thinking about you… I fucking can't…."
You kissed him like you were trying to devour him— biting at his lips, dragging moans from his throat, swallowing every desperate sound he made. Your bodies moved together rough and fast, making the bedframe bang against the wall. The obscene sounds of you fucking him, echoed through the room. The scent of sweat and sex and need clinged to your skin, driving you both completely mad.
Hyunjin lost it first— with a hoarse, broken cry, he came deep inside you, hips jerking wildly as he filled you until you were dripping him. Even though he didn’t stop, he kept moving, thrusting faintly into you, still trembling, still chasing something unattainable. You came moments after, clenching hard around him, pulling a raw groan from deep in his chest.
When you finally collapsed on top of him, breathless and shaking, he didn’t let you go. He wrapped his arms around you like he was afraid you might disappear if he loosened his grip even for a second. His forehead pressed to your shoulder, his breath hitching— choked, wet.
“Don’t pick him, Yn”, he whispered, voice cracked, "Pick me"
You could feel his shaky breath, the hot tears sliding down your warm skin— he really meant everything he was saying. Every word, every trembling syllable. And for the first time, you realized just how much it would destroy him if you didn’t.
You remained still with your fingers curled around his neck, “Are you… crying?”, you asked quietly, already knowing the answer.
“No”, he said, too fast.
But the way his chest rose and fell unevenly with every sob said otherwise.
“I just…”, he sniffled, “I just don’t want to lose you”
“Hyun… I– I can’t,” finally he looked at you, eyes red and face soaked and sticky with tears.
“Why not?”, his expression held genuine confusion.
“What about Chan?”, your voice slowly faded.
He buried his face in your shoulder again, and let out a bitter laugh.
“You say that, but with all due respect…”, he brushed his lips softly against your skin,
“I’m the one who’s balls deep inside you”
The silence was almost suffocating but you didn’t answer.
You couldn’t. Your mind was a blur, your heart racing, and your throat too tight to speak.
So you stayed there, pressed against him in silence, as everything inside you fractured quietly.
•°. *࿐
Later that day, the sun had just started to dip behind the horizon. The beach was quieter, most of the group having returned to the shared house. Hyunjin sat alone in the sand, knees drawn up, arms resting over them, eyes lost on the ocean.
He didn’t move when he heard footsteps approaching, didn’t even turn when Chan sat down beside him, brushing sand from his hands.
“You okay, bro?”, Chan asked lightly, nudging Hyunjin’s shoulder, “You’re usually the one laughing too loud or making us chase a volleyball you threw into the ocean”
Hyunjin let out a dry huff, still not looking at him, “Yeah… I’ve just been…”, he paused, biting back the truth, “With my mind stuck”
Chan raised a brow, “Is it a girl?”
Hyunjin chuckled under his breath, soft but bitter, “Yes… in fact, it is”
Chan wiggled his eyebrows playfully, “Well, now we’re talking. What’s wrong?”
Hyunjin exhaled, fingers dragging in the sand, “We’ve been friends for a long time now. Me and her. And suddenly, out of nowhere, I started to… feel more”
“And her?”
Hyunjin gave a long pause before replying
"I think she likes someone else”, he looked at his best friend, "I know she likes someone else. But… I think she likes me too. It's like... it had always been here, this feeling, but I never noticed it until..."
He closed his eyes, remembering your kiss— your warm, soft lips against his. Your tongue dancing with his, wet, hot and sensual.
"Well… until I realized I might lose her to another guy"
Chan nodded, gaze turning toward the sea, “Just make sure to tell her how you feel before it’s too late”
Hyunjin tilted his head, eyes squinting as the breeze tousled his hair, “You think so?”
“Yeah. Your guy Chris knows a thing or two about girls”, Chan joked with a grin.
Hyunjin glanced at him, “What about you and Yn?”
Chan blinked, cheeks already blushing, “W-what?”
“You seem to get along well”
Chan scratched the back of his neck, suddenly shy, “Yeah, she’s… she’s captivating”
Hyunjin’s smile was faint, “I know”
“Do you?”, Chan asked quietly.
Hyunjin nodded, “Yeah. I’ve known her for a long time now but… every new day I find something else about her that makes me feel like I’m still getting to know her. She’s always surprising. She makes you want to know her a bit more”
Chan’s smile lingered, but there was something off in it now, something fading.
“You’re lucky, you know, Chan”, Hyunjin said, “I think she likes you”
“Really?” he looked at the younger, genuinely caught off guard.
“Yeah”
Hyunjin gave him a small smile. But the moment their eyes met, something in Chan changed. The pieces were clicking. The girl Hyunjin liked for a long time, who maybe liked another guy. The girl who Hyunjin thought liked him too, whose name he didn’t say, but didn’t need to.
Chan’s smile faltered but not enough for his friend to notice.
Hyunjin stood, brushing sand from his shorts, “I think I’m gonna go inside. Maybe read or something”
“Yeah”, Chan said, nodding, “Sure”
Hyunjin started walking back, leaving Chan behind. He stood there in the sand, a little too quiet putting pieces together he didn’t want to.
•°. *࿐
You hadn’t meant to end up alone with Chan. It just happened. The others were out for a late night beach walk— and you’d stayed behind to think. Just one glass of wine turned into two. Then Chan had found you there, sitting barefoot on the balcony of your room with your knees tucked to your chest.
“You okay?”, he asked gently.
You nodded, “Just thinking too much. Again”
“That’s a dangerous thing”, he teased, sitting down beside you, “Want to talk about it?”
“I don’t even know how” you admitted, “I feel… stupid. I feel like I messed everything up”
Chan turned to you, his eyes were warm and kind as always, “You didn’t mess anything up. You’re allowed to be confused. Especially if you’ve a lot on your heart”
You swallowed. His voice was comforting, and when he spoke like that, it felt like the world got easier.
“I…”, you hesitated, “I don’t want to hurt anyone”
“You won’t”, he said, brushing his knees with yours, “You’ve got people around you who care. Me included. You can always lean on me, okay?”
You looked up at him, “I know. That’s part of the problem”
He smiled, and raised his glass at the same time as your hand flinched and knocked into him, spilling wine down the front of his shirt.
“Shit! Oh my god, Chan! I’m so so sorry!”
But Chan just laughed, “It’s okay. Just give me a second to get rid of this thing”. He looked right at you when he said it, as his fingers found the first button.
You didn’t mean to stare.
You really didn’t.
But his skin was flushed with warmth, the curve of his collarbone, the defined contour of his exposed torso illuminated by moonlight. He wasn’t doing it just for comfort. He was doing it for you. Letting you see him. Letting you decide.
“Still thinking too much?”, he asked, voice lower now.
You blinked at him. Then pulled him for a kiss.
It started cautiously. Like maybe if you hesitated long enough, the ache in your chest would disappear. But Chan’s hands held your jaw with such care— his thumbs pressed softly into your cheeks, his mouth parted against yours like he’d been waiting years for this moment, and it melted into something undeniable.
He pressed you against the edge of the bed, leaning his body into yours. You didn’t want to do that. But you wanted it more than anything at the same time.
The fire spread quickly, hot and intense. Your hands tangled in Chan’s curls, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, and he groaned low in his throat. His hands gripped your waist firmly and when he kissed you again, it wasn’t gentle anymore. It was starved, tasting you like he needed it to live.
Soon, your shirt yanked over your head, his belt loosened with a shaky tug, jeans and underwear sliding down his legs effortlessly.
Chan’s hands roamed everywhere and when he finally touched between your legs, you shuddered. His fingers slipped through your folds, finding you already slick, and he groaned like he was in pain.
“You’re so wet”, he whispered, circling your clit with torturous pressure.
You whimpered, hips bucking into his touch, shamelessly and desperate. His lips locked around your nipple, sucking hard enough to leave you dizzy, while his fingers slipped lower, teasing your entrance but not pushing in yet. Making your body beg without words.
When he finally pushed two fingers inside you, you cried out, nails digging deep into his shoulders. He fucked you good with them, curling just right, thumb still rubbing circles on your clit until your thighs started to tremble.
“Please…”, you gasped, voice dying mid sentence.
He didn’t make you say it twice.
Chan lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bed, laying you down on the mattress. He knelt between your thighs, stroking his cock slowly, eyes dark with lust.
“Look at you all desperate”, he rasped, “All for me”
He dragged the flushed head of his cock through your folds, teasing you both before finally— agonizingly slow— he pressed in, splitting you open with a delicious stretch.
Chan’s breath came ragged against your skin as he bottomed out, pushed into the very end.
“You’re tight, babygirl”, he panted, hips trembling with restraint, “So deliciously tight”.
Finally, he started to move. His thrusts were long and deep, dragging almost all the way out before pushing back in with calculated force. The sound of your bodies colliding, wet and messy, filled the room, along with your whimpers and his broken moans.
Chan’s fingers laced together with yours— reminding you he was there. His other hand slid under your thigh, wrapping your leg higher around his waist, letting him thrust even deeper, angling precisely right to grind against your clit with every roll of his hips.
Your stomach tightened with every thrust.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”, he murmured hoarsely, lips brushing your ear.
You nodded frantically, choking on sobs of pleasure, body trembling under his pace.
But then, without thinking, without meaning to, the name slipped from your lips in a wrecked gasp
“Hyunjin…”
Chan’s body stopped immediately. Still buried inside you with his breath caught painfully in his chest — he didn’t move.
The silence was louder than any moan or gasp from before.
You could feel the way his heart dropped, the way his whole body emotionally collapsed like the world had just ended inside him.
Slowly, he pulled out and you gasped again, this time from the emptiness.
He sat at the edge of the bed, head bowed, back tense, jaw clenched
“Was it always him?”, he whispered, so soft you barely heard it
Your mouth opened to deny it, to explain, but nothing came out— you couldn’t fix this, you couldn’t take it back.
Tears burned your eyes.You reached for him, a trembling hand brushing his shoulder.
But he flinched.
You swallowed a sob and pulled the blanket around yourself, trying to cover the shame. You didn’t blame him at all.
“I’m sorry, Chan”, you whispered, voice breaking apart.
Chan just nodded, “I know”
He stood after a long moment, grabbing his jeans from the floor and pulling them on without a word.
You watched him walk away— shirtless and heartbroken.
•°. *࿐
The next morning was quiet. No footsteps from the hallway, just you tugged in the living room, hair messy and heart even messier.
Chan slid the door open quietly. No words at first, he just sat beside you.
You spoke first, “Last night… I shouldn’t have let that happen”
His voice was calm, “You weren’t alone in it”
“I still feel like I used you”
Chan looked at you, and for a moment, you hated that he was still so kind. His smile was faint but real, “I knew you weren’t mine. I just thought maybe… I could be someone you leaned on. Even just for a while”
You bit your lip, guilt consuming you whole, “I’m sorry. I really am”
“I know”, he said, again, just like the night before.
Then, almost in a whisper, you let it slip, “I love him”
Chan blinked, looking at you carefully
“I don’t know when it started”, you said, voice trembling now, “I didn’t even want to feel it. And I tried to push it down. But he’s just... in me. All the time. And I don’t know how to live with it anymore”
Chan stayed quiet, letting you speak.
“I keep replaying every second I had with him. Every stupid little moment. I remember how he always saved me a seat in lectures. How he passed me stupid doodles in the middle of class. How he waited for me after every class, even when he pretended it was just a coincidence”
You wiped your eyes with your sleeve
“And then the other day, when I kissed him… I thought it was just tension, just the heat of the argument. I thought I could blame the stupid jealousy. But it wasn’t, I wanted him. Not just like that, you know? I wanted all of him. And I know he wanted me too because of the way he touched me…. the way he said, ‘Don’t pick him. Pick me’ ”
Chan looked down at his feet, nodding slowly.
“I’m so scared”, you whispered, “What if I ruined everything? What if I hurt him worse than I already have?”
“Then fight to make it right”, Chan said gently, “If you love him, you don’t run. You walk right into the mess and fix it”
You turned to him, eyes watery and swollen, “You’re not angry?”
His smile was small and sad. “Of course I’m hurting. But Hyunjin’s my brother. And you… you’re someone I really care about. I want you both to be happy. Even if it’s not with me”
You leaned into him, letting your head rest on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry I hurt you”
“I’m just glad I got to be close to you”, he murmured, “Even for a moment. That’s enough”
The waves kept rolling in. Somewhere inside the hotel, Hyunjin hadn’t slept. Somewhere inside you, something shifted — because now you knew.
Now you had to go to him.
•°. *࿐
The following days you and Hyunjin barely crossed paths. When you did, it was all awkward glances and deafening silences. He'd retreat to the back of the group, laughing with the others, never quite meeting your gaze. And you engaged in small talk with your friends, stealing glances when you thought no one noticed. But they did.
Everyone noticed.
It was Felix who leaned into Chan first, during a group game, whispering something with a mischievous grin on his face. Chan looked between you and Hyunjin across the coffee table, Felix was right— that cold war had to end. Just like that, a plan started to form led by the captain himself.
That afternoon, under the excuse of exploring an old abandoned boathouse, the group headed there, leaving only you and Hyunjin behind.
Both of you hesitated to join your friends, but the way Chan looked at you, with affection even after everything that had happened, made you give in immediately.
“Alright, we’ll see you there then”, Chan had said with a wink.
Silence lingered throughout the way there. But when you arrived, the group had already left.
And then the door clicked shut behind you.
You blinked. “What the…?”
No one. Just you, Hyunjin, dust and silence.
You spun around to open the door but it was locked from the outside.
“They didn’t”, you murmured.
Hyunjin sighed, “They so did”
You looked at him, arms crossed, “Did you know about that?”
“No. But I’m not surprised”
You didn’t know what to do with your hands. Or your eyes. Or everything.
“We should try the back exit”
“Already tried. Locked”, he said, too calm
“Perfect”
You paced once, twice, then stopped, “Why are you avoiding me?”
Hyunjin’s jaw clenched. He leaned back against the wall, eyes to the floor, "Why are you avoiding me?”
“I asked you first”
“I figured you’d rather I stay away. Give you space to… you know. Figure things out with Chan”
You blinked, completely annoyed, “Seriously?”
He scoffed, finally looking at you, “What, do you want me to fight him over you? Is that what you want?! For us to rip each other apart while you pretend like it didn’t mean anything?”
His words hit you like a knife, “Don’t talk like that”
“Then what do you want me to do?”, he snapped, stepping closer, “You kissed me like it meant something. You touched me like you felt something. And then, you said I wasn’t the one, that someone else had your heart! My best friend!”
You felt heat rise in your chest, “You think this is easy for me?”
“Isn’t it?”
“No!”, you snapped back,“Because I’ve been in love with my best friend for longer than I want to admit, and suddenly you were in my hands, in my mouth, in my head and I didn’t know what to do about it!”
Hyunjin stared at you like you’d cracked him open.
You kept going, voice trembling, “I like Chan. I thought I liked Chan. He’s kind, and warm, and he always made things easy. But you? You look at me and my whole world cracks. You touch me and I forget how to breathe. You say my name and I can't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day”
He exhaled shakily, “So why aren't you with him right now, huh?!”
Your eyes dropped to the floor, “Because I slept with him”
Hyunjin’s jaw clenched instantly
“I thought it would help me to forget you! Maybe make me realize that the person I really loved was him and not you”, you confessed, “But all it did was break me a little more. Because mid act…” you swallowed hard, “I said your name”
He held his breath.
You looked up, cheeks flushed, “I moaned your name while fucking him, Hyunjin. Happy now?”
His eyes burned, a mixture of emotions overflowed from them, “You said my name?”
“I couldn’t stop it. I was trying so hard to… want him. But you were the one in my head. Not Chan”.
"For a second, neither of you moved. The tension was too thick, not even all the oxygen in the world could relieve the sensation of suffocation between the two of you.
Then he stepped forward, cautiously.
Like he was afraid one wrong step would make everything come crashing down.
“You slept with him”, he murmured.
Your voice was a whisper, “Hyunjin…”
“And you said my freaking name”
But before you could answer, he kissed you like he’d been waiting for a lifetime. No hesitance, no confusion. Gentle, then desperate.
When the door finally opened and the others peeked inside, Chan was the one who walked in first.
You broke the kiss, flushed and breathing hard. Hyunjin looked at him.
Chan’s eyes flicked between the two of you— swollen lips, flushed cheeks, the soft way Hyunjin still held your waist, your fingers still wrapped around his wrist.
And then Chan smiled. It wasn't the widest smile. But it was real.
“Took you long enough”
Hyunjin stepped forward, Chan, I…”
He raised a hand, “Don’t. Just… be good to each other, okay?”
Hyunjin nodded.
Chan smiled again, a bit more sad, “You’re my brother, Jinnie. I’d rather give her away than watch you fall apart”
And from the doorway, the group burst into cheers and laughter, finally letting the tension break.
That night, when the stars hung low over the beach and everyone danced barefoot in the sand, Hyunjin found Chan sitting alone.
The youngest sat down beside him, not saying anything at first. He just sighed, stretching his legs out long.
"You always this dramatic when you're in love?" Chan finally asked, grinning at the sky.
Hyunjin gave a small breath of a laugh, “Only when it feels like the most important thing I’ve ever done”
Chan hummed in response, nudging Hyunjin’s shoulder lightly with his own, “You know, I did like her too”
Hyunjin turned to his friend, brows furrowing, “Yeah, I know”
“But seeing you look at her… Made me realize I never stood a chance. Not really. It’s like you were already hers before you even noticed it”
“I didn’t mean to take her from you”, Hyunjin admitted.
“You didn’t”, Chan shook his head, “She was never mine to lose”
Hyunjin’s throat tightened, “Still. Thank you”
Chan let out a little chuckle, leaning back on his elbows now, “What are best friends for, if not handing over the one girl you might’ve actually liked in years?”
Hyunjin groaned, “Damn, you make it sound so casual”
Chan smirked, “Gotta keep it light, or I’ll start crying”
Hyunjin laughed for real this time. A relieved laugh.
“Just… don’t fuck it up, okay?,” Chan added, “She deserves someone who won’t run scared the second things get hard”
“I won’t”, Hyunjin said, his voice sure, “I already did that once. I’m not doing it again”
Chan smiled, small and genuine, “Then we are good”
And they just sat there after that. No more words, no more confessions. Just two friends, side by side, staring at the sky— one heart finally at peace, and the other still healing, but healing nonetheless.
a/n: I literally cried while writing the scene reader say Hyunjin's name 😭 i felt so bad for Channie, I promise I'll make it up to him 🥺
This is the result of a sleep deprived girl who slept 10 uninterrupted hours last night. Also, reader has curly hair cause I came up with this idea while doing my curls this morning. But even if your hair isn’t curly, please still read this fic, I’m sure it will melt your heart 💜
Word count: 659
No warnings
Alexa, play when i'm with you by vaultboy
Hyunjin had never been a deep sleeper. At least since he debuted. The constant travel, late night schedules, and the unpredictability of idol life had trained his body to stay on high alert, even when exhaustion pressed down on him. But with you, it was different.
Wrapped in your sheets, the warmth of your body close to his, Hyunjin didn’t just sleep— he melted into the mattress. No tossing, no turning, no half-awake moments of checking his phone. Just pure, uninterrupted rest.
So when he finally woke up, groggy and disoriented, it took him a second to even remember where he was. He had just come back from tour, and waking up in your bedroom was something he wasn’t quite used to anymore. The golden morning light seeped through the curtains, filling the bed with soft shadows. He blinked slowly, shifting under the blankets, his mind sluggish. His face felt weirdly tense from pressing into the pillow for hours. Frowning, Hyunjin sat up, rubbing his eyes. Your side of the bed was cool, empty. A faint sound of water running reached his ears, and after a long yawn, he stumbled out of bed to follow it.
The bathroom door was slightly openopen, steam curling into the air. Inside, you stood in front of the mirror, your skin still fresh from your shower, fingers moving through your curls as you started your hair routine. The scent of your conditioner mixed with the warmth of the room, creating a familiar, comforting atmosphere.
Hyunjin leaned against the doorway, still looking half a sleep, his hair a mess of locks sticking out in different directions. You caught his reflection in the mirror just as he let out another yawn. You chuckled, “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty”. He furrowed his brows, touching his face as if trying to make sense of your words. That’s when you noticed the way his skin was marked up by creases from the pillow on one cheek, his lips slightly swollen from how deeply he had slept.
Laughing softly, you turned to face him, “You slept so deeply. I thought you’d been in hibernation”. Hyunjin made a sleepy sound of protest, stepping closer until he could rest his forehead against your shoulder, “It’s your fault”, he mumbled, voice raspy from sleep, “I don’t even remember closing my eyes”. You smiled, tilting your head slightly so your damp curls brushed against his skin, “"Ah, so without me, you’re doomed to sleepless nights?".
He hummed in agreement, his arms loosely wrapping around your waist, breathing you in, "Why are you up so early?" "Some of us have jobs to go to, remember?", you teased the poor thing. “Hmmm… Don’t go. Come back to bed” "I can't, Jinnie. I'm busy”. Hyunjin hummed again, lazy, like a cat refusing to move, "Busy with what that's more important than your boyfriend?" "My hair routine". He let out a dramatic sigh, "Can’t you just skip it?".
You rolled your eyes, about to tease him again, when he suddenly straightened up. His gaze flickered to your damp hair, and without a word, he reached for a towel. “Let me,” he murmured, gently wrapping it around your head. His touch was light, careful as he started blotting your curls, his fingers moving with an unexpected tenderness.
You blinked at him through the mirror, watching as he worked, his brows furrowed in quiet concentration. The warmth in your chest spread, “See?”, you murmured, lips curving into a small smile. “You’re actually useful when you’re not sleep deprived”. He groaned, resting his chin on your shoulder again, “You’re so mean”.
You laughed, reaching up to ruffle his hair in return, “Come on, sleepyhead. You need food after all that hibernating”. Hyunjin huffed a small, sleepy laugh, but he didn’t let go just yet. Standing there, towel in hand, feeling the warmth of your presence, he thought— if every morning could be like this, he wouldn’t mind waking up at all.
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Note: as the seasons are changing, of course I caught a cold. And what did I do with that?
✨ Inspiration ✨ Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and lemme know which one is your favorite (mine is definitely Huening's).
Yeonjun:
He gets absolutely frantic when you say your throat is starting to hurt. So frantic that he forgets he's a singer and that taking care of sore throats is kind of his specialty. Yeonjun rushes to the drugstore and buys EVERY single brand of cough drops he can find. Of course, he only realizes how he overrated when he gets home and sees the look of disbelief on your face, “Jjun… why?” "I didn’t know which one would work best for you" “You know you have a phone with internet, right?” “Ah! Come on! I was so worried I forgot how to think!”
Laughing, you hug him and thank him for the effort.
After that, he builds a cozy fort of pillows and blankets on the couch and pulls you into his chest while you both watch movies to cheer you up. He stays alert the entire time, checking if your temperature is going up.
Such a caring boyfriend.
Soobin:
Soobin is a bit clumsy and has no idea how to make soup. But he’s really good at one thing: giving you affection. He takes you to the doctor, buys your medicine, and reads you a bedtime story to help you fall asleep. He gently brushes your hair behind your ear, tucks you in, and kisses your forehead every time he passes by. He even googles: “how to take care of someone who’s sick” just to make sure he’s doing it right.
You catch him pacing around the room, looking worried even though you’ve already told him you’ll be fine. “Do you want more tea? Or a warm compress? I can make toast! I mean... should you eat toast? Should I Google that too?”. You can’t help but smile. He may not know much about soups or medicines, but his love and effort are the best remedy of all.
And honestly, with Soobin’s arms wrapped around you and his voice softly whispering, “You’ll feel better soon”, you already do.
Beomgyu:
At the first sign that you’re getting sick, Beomgyu cancels his entire schedule just to take care of you. He gives you warm baths, feeds you, makes you some tea, holds the nebulizer mask for you, wraps you in blankets, checks your temperature every hour, and even sings you to sleep.
"You can go to work, it’s just a cold” “And leave you alone?! Not happening, princess” “I don’t want you to get sick, Gyu” “And I made a promise to always take care of you. Now shut up and drink the tea”. Maybe it’s a bit too much? Yes. But there’s no use arguing— he’s going to be your personal nurse until you have enough strength for him to start teasing you again.
Taehyun:
Being sick really sucks. Nothing tastes good and your body just wants to sleep. But Taehyun will cook for you anyway, even if you say you’re not hungry. He makes soup, cuts you some fruit, and keeps you far away from sweets and soda.
“You need a strong immune system” “But I just want a tiny little piece of chocolate, Tyun!”, you say, pouting. But no matter how cute you try to be, he’s strict. But only because he wants you to get better quickly.
In the end, you give in and fall asleep in his arms as he gently runs his fingers through your hair. When you wake up, there’s a chocolate truffle on his side of the bed, with a little note:
‘Since you ate all your fruit, you can have this chocolate'.
Isn’t he the sweetest?
Huening Kai:
Huening doesn’t really know what to do when you get sick. He gets a little nervous and asks if he should call someone more responsible (probably Taehyun).
But he wants to help, so he does what he knows best: brings comfort. He lets you cuddle with his plushies— the special ones, the ones no one’s allowed to touch. “You can borrow them, but only because you need them more than I do right now", he says, trying to sound serious, but you can see the soft smile forming on his lips.
He makes hot chocolate, puts on your favorite cartoons, and even wraps you both under the same blanket so you feel warm and safe. When you fall asleep, he adjusts the plushies around you like little guards and whispers, “Get well soon, okay?”.
In Kai's heart, healing is made of the softness and the love he has to give.
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I seen your post "Hyunjin as Your Boyfriend" and I literally was dying it was so perfect!!!
I was wondering if you could could make a hyunjin and y/n first time? But like slow and passionate but also like unexpected,
Like maybe some thing about hyunjin invites y/n for dinner at his place and they end up doing it?
It's just a request you dont have to do it if you dont want to but I love your stories!💕
This request is so beautiful, tysm @strykdsstanot8. I changed a little tiny bit but I hope you like it 🫶
Warning: lowkey smut, that's all
Word count: 2.6k
You and I
Alexa, play You and I by Crush
Hyunjin’s heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest as he stood in front of the restaurant, waiting for his date— you. The bouquet of flowers in his hand was trembling slightly, and his feet just wouldn’t stay still. The concrete beneath him could’ve cracked from how much he had already paced around.
Hyunjin had always been aware of his beauty. He knew his features and physical traits made his face naturally attractive, harmoniously striking. But looking at his reflection in the restaurant’s window, he wasn’t so sure anymore. He wondered if the color and outfit combination really worked, if you’d actually like his new buzz cut, or if maybe he should’ve just covered it with a hat.
Oh, shit.
Why was he so nervous? It was you, after all, one of the people he felt the most chemistry with. Someone who truly understood him, made him feel seen and heard. And yet, he always got nervous before seeing you— a side effect of the passion he carried for you.
Passion.
But was it only that? The nervousness, the butterflies, the sweaty palms, the racing heartbeat. Maybe there was something more. Comfort. Trust. Companionship. Intimacy...
Even though things hadn’t gone beyond teasing touches and the occasional moment where you could feel his bulging pressing against your pelvis during a heated make out session. You were both taking things slow. Letting it bloom naturally, carefully— so you could mature and bloom something good, ripe, and strong in the future.
When he least expected it, your hand touched his shoulder gently. You had a soft smile on your lips, and he looked so lost in his own thoughts that it made him look incredibly cute. He turned quickly, startled, and you couldn’t hold back your giggle when he gasped and placed a hand over his chest, “Ah! You scared me!”
But that feeling didn’t last long. In a matter of seconds, he was completely mesmerized by your outfit, your hair, your face, your smile… everything. Everything about you knocked the air out of him, made his knees weak, “Wow… it’s like every time I see you, you somehow look even more breathtaking”. His words, though few, were enough to make you blush, “T-thank you, Hyunie. By the way… I really like your hair”
Point for Hyunie!
He stepped closer to you, slow and deliberate, placing his hands gently on your waist before leaning in— his lips inches from yours. Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath grew slightly heavier. He was addictive. And finally, his lips met yours in a deep, slow kiss, one that tasted of everything he’d been holding inside. Desire, warmth, anticipation, emotion— all of it poured into that kiss. When he pulled away, a soft, playful smirk lingered on his lips, as if he hadn’t just completely swept you off your feet.
Then, he lifted the bouquet and handed it to you, “For you, beautiful”. You smiled in return, bringing the flowers close to your nose and breathing in their sweet, fresh scent, “I love them”, you said softly. Offering you his arm, he smiled warmly, “Shall we?”.
And with that, he gently guided you inside the restaurant.
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ
The lighting inside the restaurant was soft and golden, spreading a warm glow on the delicate table settings and glinting off the wine glasses— it was intimate without being overwhelming. He guided you to your table, his hand gently resting on your lower back. And as you both sat down, you noticed how his eyes kept drifting toward you, even when he was trying to read the menu. He was trying to play it cool, but you could feel it in the way his gaze lingered on your lips when you smiled, in the way his fingers tapped nervously against the stem of his glass.
“I hope you’re hungry”, he said with a soft chuckle, “I’ve been thinking about this dinner all week”. You raised an eyebrow, teasing, “The food… or the company?”. He grinned, leaning in just a little closer, “Do you even have to ask?”
The conversation flowed effortlessly— stories, laughter, little glances across the table that said more than words ever could. At some point, you were both leaning forward, your elbows resting on the table, sharing memories and inside jokes that made you forget the rest of the room even existed.
Then came the wine. Smooth, fullbodied, and just enough to make the air between you even warmer. He poured it slowly, watching the way the red liquid curled into your glass. “To us”, he said softly, raising his glass. You clinked yours gently against his, “To us”. He swirled the wine slowly in his glass, a glint of candlelight danced on the edge of the glass catching in the deep red of the wine. He looked calm, but his fingers still tapped lightly against the stem, a quiet rhythm that gave him away, "By the way", you said, leaning slightly closer, "How’s the move going?"
He let out a soft sigh, then chuckled, "Chaotic, mostly. I’ve got boxes everywhere and paint stains on every piece of clothing I own. But… it’s starting to feel like home”. You smiled at that, "Did you start decorating already?" "A little”, he said, eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Hung some of my paintings, rearranged the shelves… tried to make it feel more like me, I guess" "I bet it looks beautiful".
He looked down, a modest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "It’s getting there. Actually…". He paused, then looked at you again, a slight glint in his eye, "I was gonna wait to finish a few more things before inviting anyone over, but…". You raised a brow, amused, "But?" "But now I kind of want you to see it". He hesitated for a beat, then added, "Wanna come over after this? I could show you what I’ve done so far". You didn’t even try to hide your smile, "I’d love to".
His smile widened, almost like a kid who was just given permission to share a secret he’d been keeping, "Good. I think you’ll like it” “I’m hundred percent sure I will”. And just like that, the evening shifted— something soft and unspoken settling between you, the promise of warmth lingering in the air, just waiting to unfold behind another door.
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ
Hyunjin’s room smelled like him. A masculine, soapy, fresh, indescribable scent— yet unmistakably his. The place wasn’t exactly the tidiest, but it overflowed with personality. The walls were covered in paintings and drawings he had made himself, and the shelves were filled with an eclectic mix of items: incense holders, art supplies, his camera, handmade ceramic pots.
He wasn’t just a work of art himself— he was also an artist.
On the floor, your eyes caught sight of a half finished canvas— two intertwined silhouettes, blending together until they became one. The caption underneath read:
"Loving you is my safe place"
You instinctively reached out to pick it up, but he gently caught your wrist, stopping you with care, “It’s a surprise”, he said softly. You smiled at his words, letting your hand fall gently back to your side as he released your wrist. There was something about the way he looked at you in that moment— soft, knowing, as if he was already painting the next scene in his mind, and the two of you were right at the center of it.
He moved around the room, lighting a cinnamon spiced vanilla single wick candle on the shelf near his window. Its soft glow flickered across the walls, dancing over the curves of his artwork and casting warm shadows across his face, “You want music?” he asked, voice low, a little playful.
Before you could answer, he picked up his phone and played something soft, slow— something that felt like silk against your skin. The melody wrapped around the two of you like smoke, lazy and sensual.
Then, without a word, he held out his hand.
You took it.
He pulled you gently toward him, guiding you into the center of the room. His other hand found your waist, and yours slid up to rest on his shoulder. The sway started slow, subtle, your bodies falling into rhythm naturally, as if they had danced this way before— maybe not in this life, but in another.
There was no rush. No pressure. Just you and him, heartbeats syncing, breaths slowing, closeness thickening with every passing second.
You could feel the warmth of his body through his clothes, the firmness of his chest beneath your palm, the brush of his thumb over your hip. His forehead rested lightly against yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke— because you didn’t need to, your bodies spoke for you.
Each movement was a whisper.
Each breath, a promise.
And when his hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pressing you just a little closer, you felt it— that magnetic pull. That quiet, burning gravity that only grew stronger the longer you stayed in his arms. You weren’t just dancing, you were melting into each other.
The music faded into the background, but the rhythm between your bodies stayed alive— slow, deliberate, electric. You could feel the way his breath grew warmer against your skin, the way his hands no longer moved with hesitation but with purpose. He tilted his head slightly, brushing his nose against yours before capturing your lips in another kiss— deeper this time, slower. His lips moved like they were savoring you, tasting every sigh, every soft moan you tried to swallow.
Your hands tangled in the hair of his nape, and he groaned softly against your mouth. That sound alone sent a pulse straight down your core. Still holding you close, he guided you backwards, his body gently pressing into yours with every step until your knees hit the edge of his bed. You sat, breathless, looking up at him. He stood there for a second, just watching you— eyes dark, full of hunger, but also something tender. “You’re so beautiful”, he whispered, fingers tracing the line of your jaw, then down your neck, slow and possessive.
Then, he leaned down and kissed you again— this time deeper, rougher, his tongue sliding against yours, his hands exploring more boldly now. One moved down to your thigh, gripping and spreading your legs apart with a gentle but commanding touch as he stepped in between. Clothes started disappearing piece by piece.
His shirt.
Yours.
Your pants unbuttoned under his teasing fingers, his gaze following every inch of newly revealed skin like a starving artist admiring his muse. He kissed down your chest, tasting your skin, your sighs, the warmth of your body beneath his tongue. When his mouth closed around your nipple, you arched into him, moaning his name softly— almost like a prayer. His hands were everywhere— firm on your hips, soft on your ribs, sliding between your thighs, gently drawing out more reactions, more sounds, more of you.
And when he finally entered you, it wasn’t just sex— it was an unveiling. A discovery. He moved inside you slowly at first, deep and steady, like he was learning every part of your body by heart. His eyes never left yours, and it was impossible to tell where one of you ended and the other began.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, matching his rhythm as his name left your lips again and again— sometimes in whispers, sometimes in breathless moans.
It was intense. Messy. Intoxicating.
But there was caring in it too— in the way he held your hand, in the way he kissed your forehead between thrusts, in the way he kept asking if you were okay, if it felt good, if you wanted more.
You did. God, you did want more.
When your climax hit, it rolled through you like a wave, your body trembling under his, his voice low and broken in your ear as he followed seconds later, burying his face in your neck and groaning your name like it was the only word he knew.
And then, silence. Not empty, but full— full of afterglow, of shared breath, of hearts still racing together. He pulled you into his arms immediately, wrapping you in his warmth, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder, your hair, your temple. "You're okay?", he murmured. You nodded against his chest, "Perfect". He held you tighter, brushing his fingers up and down your back. You felt safe. Wanted. Loved.
And maybe that’s why it happened— why the words slipped from your lips so easily, without hesitation, “Hyunie” “Hum?” “I love you”.
There was a pause. A heartbeat of silence.
Then, his arms tightened slightly around you, and he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, “I love you too, beautiful”, he said, voice quiet but certain. And then he kissed you again— soft, slow, endless. Not out of lust, but out of love. As if he wanted to memorize what that moment tasted like forever.
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ
The morning sun slipped softly through the gap in the curtains, painting your skin in warm, golden tones. Light caressed your face as you lay curled against Hyunjin’s chest, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. The world outside existed, but here, in this room— time felt suspended.
You could still smell him on the sheets, on your skin— that warm, fresh, musky scent that was so him. His arm stayed wrapped around you, even in sleep, as if he instinctively knew you were something he never wanted to let go of. Then he moved slightly, mumbling something incoherent before slowly opening his eyes— sleepy, soft, and still a little dazed from the night before, “Hum… good morning”, he said, his voice rough with sleep, lips, somehow, still swollen from kisses.
You smiled, full of warmth and comfort, “Good morning, Hyunie”. He looked at you for a moment, like he was trying to figure out if the night had really happened or if it had just been too good to be true. But then his fingers brushed softly along your waist, tracing slow circles against your skin, and he murmured, “You’re still here… so it must be real”.
You laughed gently, and he pulled you even closer, nestling into the curve of your neck, “Did you know you sleep like an angel?”, he mumbled, “But you mess up the sheets like a storm”. You playfully smacked his shoulder, “That’s your fault”. He chuckled, “Maybe. I like the mess when it’s with you”.
The two of you stayed there for a while— lazily wrapped in each other, trading soft kisses and sleepy whispers. Hyunjin didn’t seem in any rush to leave the bed, and neither were you. His hands wandered slowly over your hair, your shoulder, your fingers intertwined with his— gentle, grounding, tender.
Eventually, he got up, slipping into a gray sweatpants and heading to the kitchen to make coffee. You watched him from the bed— his face marked from the pillow, his movements slow and sweet, a quiet smile on his lips. You still ached in the best way from him. And when he brought you a mug and sat beside you, leaning his shoulder into yours and resting his head lightly on you— it was perfect.
Simple. Soft. Warm.
The kind of love that didn’t need to be loud or flawless. It just needed to be real.
And it was.
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A museum date with Hyunjin is more than just admiring art— it’s an experience, a beautiful exchange of thoughts and emotions. Walking with your hands tangled through the exhibits, you both admire the intricate brushstrokes and carefully crafted sculptures. Hyunjin isn’t just there for the aesthetics, he dives deep into the meaning of each piece, discussing the stories behind the art with you, sharing his thoughts in that gentle, thoughtful voice of his. His eyes light up when he talks about a painting or sculpture that resonates with him, and he loves to hear your interpretation, always valuing your perspective too. Afterward, a quiet walk around the museum’s garden, or maybe a cozy café nearby, wraps up the date perfectly. It’s not just about the art— it’s about the connection you feel, the way he makes even the most intellectual moments feel intimate and full of warmth
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ
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Showering together:
Showering together with Hyunjin feels like a moment just for the two of you, a quiet, intimate escape from everything else. The water falls over you both as he gently foams shampoo into your hair, his touch soft yet tender. He can’t help but smile at the way you lean into him, your bodies close under the warm spray. The laughter that escapes when he playfully splashes you or the soft whispers exchanged as you rinse off, make every second feel magical. And even when the shower is over, he never wants to let you go, his arms always lingering around you, as if holding on to the moment.
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ
Keeps you warm:
He works out to stay strong… and to keep you warm. Nothing hurts his heart more than seeing you tremble when you're cold. So he quickly pulls you into his arms, wrapping you tightly with his warmth. Whether it's a cold night or a chilly morning, he makes sure you feel nothing but the heat of his love surrounding you.
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ
Takes you to tour with him:
Hyunjin loves touring, seeing his fans, and discovering new places. But what's the point of doing it without you? Exactly, none. He told his manager that he was taking you along, even if he had to sneak you in his bag. That way, he can create new memories with you in the most iconic places around the world, such as kisses under the Eiffel Tower, gelato in front of the Coliseum, skiing in Bariloche, sunbathing on Copacabana Beach— he’s happy to have you by his side.
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ
Massages:
Hyunjin’s hands are a work of art— large, beautiful, and incredibly talented. When he gives you a massage, it’s not just a way to relax, it’s a display of his love and care. He knows exactly how to apply just the right amount of pressure, using his strong fingers to knead away the tension in your shoulders, back, and neck. His hands glide effortlessly over your skin, making you feel like you’re melting into the comfort of his touch. He takes his time, paying attention to every little detail, his thumbs working skillfully into the knots, and his fingers gliding over the most tender spots. You can feel the warmth and strength of his hands, and it’s impossible not to melt under his touch. Whether it’s after a long day or just because he wants to spoil you, Hyunjin’s massages are a reminder of how deeply he cares for you— making you feel cherished and completely at ease.
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ
Aftercare:
Sex with Hyunjin is surely amazing, but after everything settles, there’s a softness that envelops the space between you both. Hyunjin’s hands gently trace over your skin, his touch soothing and warm, like a quiet promise. He holds you close, his breath slow and steady, his lips pressed softly to your temple, whispering comforting words. He loves the way your skin feels against his, the connection lingering even after the passion fades. He gets up only to return with water, offering it to you with a tender smile, eyes soft, full of affection. He’ll make sure you’re comfortable, adjusting the blankets around you, creating a safe space where you can both relax. The intimate moments aren’t over— his fingertips lightly run over your arm, the sensation almost like a reassurance, an unspoken conversation between your hearts. The warmth of his embrace holds you steady as you both drift into that peaceful, quiet calm that only the two of you can share after such closeness.
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ
Paints you:
Literally paints on you. He says you're too perfect to be captured on a regular canvas, so he turns you into one instead. He loves to run his brushes along your beautiful curves. No matter your body type, to Hyunjin, you're the most perfect canvas he could ever have.
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ
Late night talks:
This little dumpling loves hearing about how your day went, but more than that, he loves chatting about his own day too. Laying on your belly in bed while you caress his hair (or what's left of it, hehe), he talks about every single detail of his day— from the moment Changbin came into his room and threw a pillow at his face to wake him up, to lunchtime with his members, practice at the company, and finally, the moment he gets to meet you (honestly, the best part).
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ
"Baby":
He always calls you "baby". Whether it's the first thing you hear in the morning while his body is tangled with yours between the sheets, his voice still lazy and raspy, or when you have a rare argument, and he looks at you with those pitiful eyes (like this 🥺), completely destabilizing your tough exterior. His gentle tone melts all your frustrations away, and no matter how hard you try to hold your ground, you always end up giving in with a soft sigh. You can't resist the way he says it, the way it feels like he's saying it just for you, like you're the most important person in the world to him.
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ
Photos:
With a camera in hand, Hyunjin becomes your personal photographer. He takes photos of literally everything you do. In his camera roll, there are pictures of you sleeping, eating, brushing your teeth, cooking, washing your hair, and dancing frantically to skz songs. You can’t blame him, though. The man sees you as his inspiring muse.
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ
Third wheel of Hyunlix:
Don’t get me wrong, Hyunjin loves you, but whenever Felix shows up, it’s like you’re instantly the third wheel. The two of them get this unspoken connection, laughing at inside jokes, teasing each other relentlessly, and sharing a bond that makes you feel like you're watching from the sidelines. You pretend to be annoyed, but deep down, it’s lovely. You can’t help but smile as they jokingly fight over who gets to sit next to you, knowing they’d never leave you out for too long.
𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ
He’s your partner in beauty rituals:
Hyunjin loves watching you go through your makeup and skincare routine, fascinated by how effortlessly you transform with each step. He'll sit beside you, handing you products with a smile, always making little comments about how you’re already beautiful no matter what you do. But he also loves the idea of doing it together— from skincare to nail painting. You’ll both sit side by side, him with his own skincare routine, carefully applying his serums and masks like it’s a ritual, occasionally glancing at you with a playful grin as he asks for tips.
When it comes to nail painting, you’ll laugh together as you both paint each other’s nails, Hyunjin focusing intently on making sure each stroke is perfect, but his concentration slips every time you both burst into giggles. He loves matching colors with you— whether it’s bold, fun designs or soft pastel shades. You both take your time, chatting about everything and anything, sometimes laughing at the mess you make. It’s not just about looking good, it’s about sharing those carefree moments where you both feel relaxed and connected.
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