It's 2 a.m. you and I - Jeongin [Stray Kids]
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Warnings: Fluff • Deep kissing • Comfort • Established relationship • Mild teasing • Domestic intimacy
Word Count: ~1k words
Author's Note: Always wanted to read something like this for Jeongin, but there are not many, so lemme just contribute...I VOLUNTEER😂✌️
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The dorm was unusually quiet for two in the morning.
Most of the lights were off except for the small one above the kitchen counter, casting a warm glow across the room. Outside, rain tapped softly against the windows while the ramen water boiled quietly on the stove.
You sat on the counter half-awake in one of Jeongin’s hoodies, watching him move around the kitchen with sleepy concentration.
Honestly, it was kind of adorable.
His hair was messy from sleep, glasses slipping down his nose slightly while he frowned at the ramen packet like it personally offended him.
“You’ve been staring at the instructions for three minutes,” you mumbled.
Jeongin looked up immediately. “I’m thinking.”
“It’s instant ramen.”
“That doesn’t mean I should disrespect the process.”
You laughed softly, and the sound alone made his expression relax instantly.
That was the thing about nights like this.
After exhausting schedules and loud days and cameras constantly following him around, Jeongin became softer at night. Quieter. Needier, almost.
Like he could finally breathe.
He walked over while the noodles cooked, stopping between your knees naturally. His hands rested against your thighs while he looked up at you sleepily.
“You’re cold,” he murmured.
“You stole the blanket.”
“You stole my hoodie.”
“Fair trade.”
Jeongin smiled faintly before leaning closer until his forehead rested against yours.
The closeness felt warm.
Comfortable.
You played absentmindedly with the strings of his hoodie while he just stood there between your legs, looking at you with tired eyes.
Then quietly:
“You okay now?”
Your fingers paused slightly.
Earlier that night, stress had hit you harder than expected. Nothing dramatic — just one of those days where everything felt overwhelming at once.
Jeongin noticed immediately, of course.
He always did.
Now you nodded softly. “Yeah.”
His eyes searched yours carefully anyway, like he was making sure you meant it.
“You sure?”
“Mhm.”
Only then did his shoulders finally relax.
Without another word, he leaned in and kissed you slowly.
Not rushed.
Not desperate.
Just warm and lingering.
The kind of kiss that felt more comforting than anything else.
Your hands slid up into his hair automatically while his fingers tightened slightly against your thighs, pulling you a little closer to the edge of the counter.
Jeongin kissed like he spoke when he was tired — quiet, gentle, honest.
Every soft press of his lips felt deliberate.
When you smiled slightly against his mouth, he smiled too.
“Why are you smiling?” he whispered.
“You’re clingy at night.”
“I am not.”
“You literally followed me into the kitchen because I got up for water.”
“You looked sad.”
Your chest softened immediately.
Before you could answer, Jeongin kissed you again — deeper this time, slower, one hand sliding carefully to your waist while the other stayed warm against your thigh.
The kitchen slowly filled with quiet sounds: the rain outside, the bubbling ramen, soft breaths between kisses.
You almost forgot where you were entirely until—
The dorm room door suddenly opened.
Both of you froze.
Minho walked into the kitchen wearing slippers and looking half asleep.
Then he stopped.
His eyes landed immediately on:
you sitting on the counter,
Jeongin standing between your legs,
and the fact that you were very obviously making out.
Silence.
A long, painful silence.
Jeongin slowly turned red.
You wanted to evaporate.
Minho stared at both of you for a solid three seconds before calmly turning around.
“Okay,” he said casually. “Maybe I can get water somewhere else.”
“HYUNG.”
Minho opened the fridge anyway, grabbed a water bottle, then pointed at the stove.
“Your ramen’s about to overcook.”
And just like that, he left.
The room stayed completely silent after the door closed.
Then you burst into laughter.
Jeongin immediately buried his face against your shoulder in embarrassment.
“I’m moving out.”
“You say that every week.”
“He looked directly into my soul.”
“You were literally between my legs.”
“That’s not helping.”
You laughed harder while his ears stayed completely red.
After a moment, Jeongin finally lifted his head again, glaring weakly.
“This is your fault.”
“How exactly?”
“You distracted me.”
“With what?”
He stared at you for a second.
Then quietly:
“Your face.”
Your heart melted instantly.
“That was smooth.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know.”
Jeongin sighed dramatically before stepping away to rescue the ramen. You watched him quietly while he fixed the noodles with the most offended expression imaginable.
“You’re still embarrassed,” you teased.
“I’m traumatized.”
“You’ll survive.”
“Will I?”
You hopped off the counter and walked over slowly until you stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
Almost immediately, Jeongin relaxed back against you.
The embarrassment faded quickly after that.
It always did.
Because moments like this felt too normal now — late nights, shared hoodies, quiet comfort in empty kitchens while the rest of the dorm slept around you.
Jeongin turned slightly in your arms before leaning down to kiss you one more time.
Softer this time.
Sleepier.
When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours briefly.
“Better?” he asked quietly.
You nodded.
“Yeah.”
He smiled faintly before handing you the ramen bowl.
“Good,” he murmured. “Eat before you start overthinking again.”
And honestly?
With Jeongin looking at you like that in the soft kitchen light, you thought maybe you could.
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THE END~~
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