In the quietness between universes, where stars breathed and worlds bloomed, there existed a place that not even Zeno saw. A garden woven of time, where flowers opened with the rhythm of born galaxies and the air shimmered with a celestial hum that only 2 could hear...
Daishinkan had built it long ago in secret. Not for power. Not for gods. But for you, Y/N, the Priestess of Harmony.
You stood there, your robes moving like soft ribbons through the air, trailing silver light. Every step you took made the crystal ground beneath your feet glow faintly, your presence alone stirring the balance of this secluded realm. You had been created to heal the ruptures between universes, to soothe divine energy gone astray. Yet even your power paled next to the stillness of the Grand Priest’s gaze.
He appeared as he always did, calm, unreadable, his eyes a mirror of the universes long-gone. But tonight, something softened them.
“You’ve been here often lately,” his voice came, smooth as the still air itself.
You smiled faintly, brushing your fingertips over a glowing blossom that pulsed brightly. “It reminds me of the peace... and of you.” You said with that beautiful smile of yours.
He blinked, an almost imperceptible sign of surprise. “Peace and I are rarely found in the same sentence.”
“Then perhaps,” you turned, facing him, “you should let someone say it more often.”
A silence stretched between you, as sacred as it was fragile. The Grand Priest had seen the death of suns and the rebirth of dimensions, yet nothing seemed to weigh on him the way this did, this gentle affection he felt for you. It wasn’t meant to exist. Not for one such as him.
Still, he stepped closer. “You know what it means to feel as I do.”
You looked up at him, your eyes reflecting the faint, swirling cosmos above. “Yet you still made me this garden.”
His lips curved, just a breath of a smile. “Maybe I did not make it for the balance of creation after all.”
The moment stretched quietly. You could feel his energy brushing against yours. As though afraid that a single wrong touch would unmake the fragile beauty between you.
When he finally reached for you, his hand hovered first, hesitant, before cupping your cheek with a tenderness that contradicted his omnipotence. “When I built this place,” he murmured, “I did not understand longing. Now… I do.”
You leaned into his palm, feeling the faint hum of divine energy beneath his skin. “Let it be our secret. A place where even time lets us be.”
He opened his mouth to answer, perhaps to say something he had never allowed himself to before, when the air suddenly shimmered.
A pulse of absurdly bright, childish energy rippled through the garden.
“Daishinkan! Daishinkan! Where are youuuu?”
The voice was unmistakable.
You blinked, nearly stepping back as a glowing portal opened above one of the starlit trees, petals scattering from the sudden divine pressure. Daishinkan’s serene expression twitched. Once. Just once.
“…The Omni-King,” he said, in that perfectly composed tone that somehow carried the faintest whisper of exasperation.
You pressed your lips together to hide your laugh. “You mean our privacy alarm.”
“Apparently, even this realm isn’t beyond His Majesty’s curiosity.”
A blue/purple head peeked through the portal, blinking enormous eyes.
“Daishinkan! You’re here! Ohhh, what’s this place?”
Daishinkan straightened immediately, his usual divine calm snapping back into place like a mask. “A minor… maintenance project, Your Majesty.”
Zeno floated fully into the garden, spinning once, delighted by the shimmering flowers. “It’s pretty! You made it sparkle! Oh, and-” his eyes turned toward you, “-who’s she?”
You bowed gracefully, hiding the small smile threatening your composure. “An assistant in maintaining universal harmony, Your Majesty.”
Zeno gasped. “She’s shiny too!”
Daishinkan’s faint cough was not quite a cough. “Indeed, Your Majesty. But perhaps we should return to the palace before the Supreme Kais grow anxious again?”
Zeno frowned, crossing tiny arms. “Mmmm… okay. But I like this place! It feels happy!” He pointed at Daishinkan and then at you. “You should come here more! Both of you!”
The portal blinked out as suddenly as it had appeared. Silence reclaimed the garden.
You turned slowly to find Daishinkan looking at where Zeno had been utterly expressionless, though the tips of his ears carried a faint pink hue.
You couldn’t help it. You laughed softly. “So much for ‘a place where even time lets us be.’”
Daishinkan exhaled, almost smiling. “It seems even time bows to His Majesty’s schedule.”
You tilted your head, eyes bright. “Then we’ll simply steal a few moments when we can.”
He looked at you, the faintest gleam of warmth returning to his eyes. “Then I suppose,” he murmured, offering his hand, “we’ll continue our secret… between interruptions.”
You took his hand, your laughter echoing through the shimmering garden, the kind of sound even the Omni-King might have smiled at without knowing why.
Life had been monotonous for months. Work, sleep, gym, eat, repeat. You loved your job at the domestic violence shelter, loved helping people rebuild pieces of themselves that had been broken. But it didn’t change the fact that your life outside those walls felt empty. Nights alone on the couch with a half-eaten takeout container and a streaming service queued up didn’t exactly scream excitement.
So when Macklin Celebrini’s name popped up in your messages one Tuesday evening, you couldn’t help the small thrill that snuck into your chest.
"You free tonight?"
You blinked at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Macklin didn’t need to ask; he knew your schedule. Somehow, he always knew the perfect moment to disrupt your routine. Your thumb finally tapped out a reply:
"Yeah. Why?"
"Because life’s boring and I plan to fix that. Be ready in 20."
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. Twenty minutes later, a knock on your door announced him before you even opened it. He leaned casually against the frame, tousled hair and that infuriating smirk you could never resist.
“Ready to make your boring life a little… less boring?” he asked, voice teasing.
You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unimpressed. “I wasn’t aware life needed fixing.”
Macklin stepped inside, brushing past you like he owned the place—which, in a way, he did. Somehow, he always did. “Trust me. By the end of tonight, you’ll thank me.”
The city outside had softened into a velvet dusk, streetlights painting everything gold and pink. Macklin grabbed your hand before you could protest. “C’mon, we’re starting with something simple. Ice cream.”
“Ice cream?” you repeated, trying not to laugh at the absurdity.
“Yes, but not just ice cream. Street cart, double scoop, chocolate and whatever flavor you’re feeling brave enough to try.” He winked. “Trust me.”
You found yourself laughing, swept along by the energy that always seemed to radiate from him. Somehow, the world felt lighter just by being around Macklin. He had a way of turning ordinary streets into a labyrinth of adventure.
By the time you were walking side by side, ice cream dripping down your fingers, he nudged you gently. “You know,” he said softly, almost casually, “I’ve been trying to get you out of your apartment for months. I think you were starting to turn into part of the couch.”
You smacked his shoulder playfully. “I could say the same about you. How many times have I found you leaning on my doorframe, grinning like a cartoon character?”
“Guilty,” he admitted, eyes glinting in the streetlight. Then he leaned closer, voice dropping into something softer. “But maybe… maybe I just like seeing you smile.”
Your chest tightened. “Macklin…” you started, unsure if you should be teasing or serious.
He tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah?”
“I—never mind.” You shook your head, trying to dismiss the flutter in your stomach.
He smiled that maddening smile of his, the one that made your heart do little somersaults. “You don’t get to leave it at ‘never mind.’ Not tonight.”
And somehow, that night stretched longer than it should have. You wandered through the city, laughing at ridiculous roadside performers, sharing stories about your childhood dreams, about high school parties and dance recitals, and discovering things about each other that made every step feel electric.
At some point, Macklin had dragged you into a tiny, hidden jazz club that smelled like old wood and mystery. The music wrapped around you both, soft and intoxicating, and you found yourselves swaying together, arms brushing, fingers occasionally tangling.
“You’re nervous,” he murmured, close enough for his breath to tickle your ear.
“Maybe,” you admitted, leaning into him just slightly.
He smirked. “You’re lying. You love this—this… unpredictability. Admit it.”
“I—maybe I do,” you whispered, feeling warmth bloom in your chest.
“Good,” he said, then leaned in. “Because I plan to make sure your life is never boring again.”
And then he kissed you. Soft at first, testing, teasing, until the world around you disappeared. The jazz, the city, even the late-night ice cream stand faded into nothing. There was just Macklin and you, tangled together in a quiet, thrilling intimacy that made your heart feel too big for your chest.
Later, as you walked home under the glow of streetlights, fingers entwined, he pressed a kiss to your temple. “See? Life’s better when you don’t follow the rules.”
“Maybe,” you said softly, leaning your head on his shoulder, “but I think it’s also better when I follow you.”
Macklin chuckled, a low, happy sound that made your stomach twist in the best possible way. “Then I’ll take full responsibility for your life from now on.”
And for the first time in months, your schedule didn’t matter. The days of monotony were gone, replaced by laughter, stolen kisses, and endless possibilities. Life wasn’t boring anymore. And it never would be—as long as Macklin Celebrini was around.
It had been a week since that night. A week of stolen glances, lingering touches, and the constant, insistent pull of Macklin Celebrini. Your routine no longer felt like chains—it felt like a safety net you could jump off of, because you knew he would catch you.
You were sitting at your apartment, nursing a mug of too-hot coffee, when your phone buzzed.
"You still alive, or do I have to come rescue you from boredom again?"
You smiled, already knowing the answer. Macklin never gave you a choice. He had a way of appearing in your life exactly when you needed it, even if you didn’t realize it.
"Alive. But your rescue sounds tempting," you typed back.
"Good. Be ready in 30. We’re going on an adventure."
Thirty minutes later, he was at your door, grinning like mischief had a human form. “Ready?” he asked, his eyes glinting.
“You already know the answer,” you said, slipping on your jacket.
He took your hand and led you out into the city night, the streets alive with a soft hum of lights and late-night chatter. “Tonight,” he said, “we’re going somewhere you’ve never been.”
You laughed. “Every time you say that, it ends up being either illegal or terrifying.”
“Tonight,” he said, ignoring your joke, “it’s neither. Well… maybe a little terrifying, but in a good way.”
He guided you to a small, tucked-away rooftop bar, the kind that seemed invisible unless you were exactly where you needed to be. The skyline spread before you like a secret gift, glowing and alive.
“You brought me here,” you said, looking at him, “just to see the view?”
“Partly,” he admitted, eyes sparkling. “Mostly because I wanted to see you like this. Happy. Breathless. Off-balance. You look… unstoppable.”
Your stomach fluttered. “Macklin…”
He tilted his head, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah?”
“You always know what to say,” you whispered, feeling warmth bloom under his gaze.
“That’s because I notice things. Always have.” He leaned in, voice dropping low. “Like how you bite your lip when you’re nervous, or how your laugh sounds when you’re genuinely surprised, or how… you’re always a little too hard on yourself.”
Your breath caught. “I—”
“Shh.” He pressed a finger to your lips, soft, deliberate. “I like you like this. Messy, complicated, beautiful. And I plan to remind you of it every day.”
You laughed, a soft, shaky sound, because it was impossible to argue when he looked at you like that. “Every day, huh?”
“Every day.” He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Starting… now.”
And then he kissed you, slow and deliberate, giving you all the space to melt into him. The city’s hum faded. The lights blurred. There was only the press of his lips, the warmth of his hand at your back, and the undeniable pull between you.
Later, as you leaned against the railing, watching the city twinkle beneath you, Macklin whispered, “You know, I could do this forever. Just you and me, this city, nights that don’t end.”
“I… think I could like that,” you admitted, resting your head on his shoulder.
He smirked. “Think? Babe, you’re already hooked. Don’t fight it.”
You laughed, but it was true. Every spontaneous plan, every stolen kiss, every late-night laugh had pulled you closer to him in ways you hadn’t expected. And for the first time, the thought of routine—boring adult life—wasn’t terrifying. Because Macklin had taught you something: life didn’t have to be boring when someone made it extraordinary with you.
“Promise me,” you said softly, fingers entwining with his, “you won’t ever stop dragging me into your chaos.”
He pressed his forehead to yours. “I promise. But you have to promise me something too.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ll keep letting me in. Even when life feels heavy, even when work and stress try to swallow us whole. You let me in, and I’ll… I’ll make sure the boring never returns.”
“I can do that,” you whispered, heart swelling.
“Good.” He kissed you again, and the city felt smaller, quieter, and somehow perfectly aligned with the two of you.
For the first time in forever, your life didn’t feel like a loop. It felt like it was just beginning, and Macklin Celebrini was determined to make every moment unforgettable.
And you were ready to follow him, anywhere.
Macklin pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes tracing your features like he was memorizing you in the dim glow of the city lights. “You know,” he said softly, “there’s something kind of magical about a city at night.”
“I’d say the magic is enhanced by the company,” you teased, leaning against him.
He chuckled, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “Flattery will get you everywhere. But seriously… nights like this… I feel like time should just stop.”
“Stop?” you echoed, tilting your head.
“Yeah. I mean, look at us. The city buzzing below, lights shimmering, music from somewhere distant drifting up… and it’s just us. Like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.”
You smiled, feeling your chest warm in a way that had nothing to do with the rooftop’s breeze. “I like this… us.”
Macklin’s hand slid down to entwine with yours, squeezing gently. “Me too. But you know… I don’t want it to be just tonight.”
“Oh?” you said, pretending to be coy, though your pulse had already sped up.
“Yeah,” he murmured, lowering his voice, the kind of low, intimate tone that made your stomach feel like it was being flipped inside out. “I want this—us—every day. Not just stolen nights, not just chaos for chaos’ sake. I want the… slow mornings, the lazy afternoons, the nights where we can’t sleep because we’re talking about everything and nothing. I want the real deal.”
Your fingers tightened around his, unsure if you were trembling from nerves or anticipation—or both. “Macklin… I…”
He pressed his forehead to yours again, soft and grounding. “I know. You don’t have to say it yet. Just… feel it. Because I’m serious. About us.”
You swallowed hard, letting the words form inside you before they even left your mouth. “I… want that too,” you whispered finally, your voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city. “I want all of it.”
Macklin grinned, a flash of mischief sparkling in his eyes even as his expression softened. “Good,” he said. Then, without warning, he scooped you up in his arms. You squeaked, laughing as he spun you around once, careful but undeniably playful. “And just to make sure you never forget… I’m going to hold you like this until the city starts spinning too.”
You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re insane.”
“But lovable,” he corrected, brushing your lips with his in a quick, teasing kiss before setting you back down.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of small adventures. Macklin led you to a tiny diner still open in the early hours, where you both shared greasy fries and laughed about the absurdity of adult responsibilities. Later, he took you to a little 24-hour bookstore he had discovered, where you wandered between stacks of novels, arguing over which books were overrated and which ones deserved your undivided attention.
At some point, he reached out and brushed his hand across yours, interlacing fingers without asking. “You know,” he said, voice low and intimate, “I could get used to this.”
“Get used to what?” you asked, smiling softly.
“This… us. The chaos, the laughter, the way your hair smells when it’s messy, the way your laugh echoes when you’re really happy. I… I think I could fall in love with you like this.”
You froze, your chest tightening. “Macklin…”
He leaned closer, tilting his head, watching your face as if trying to read your every thought. “I mean it. I don’t do casual, you know that. But you… you’ve got me completely off-balance, in the best way possible. And I don’t want it to stop.”
Your heart thundered in your chest, and without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him, slow and deliberate. His lips moved against yours with the same intensity, the same certainty, that had been in his words. When you finally pulled back, your foreheads pressed together, both of you breathless, you whispered, “I think… I’m falling for you too.”
Macklin smiled that infuriating, unstoppable smile. “Good. Because I already have.”
Hours later, you found yourselves back on the rooftop where the night had begun, curled against each other on a soft blanket Macklin had somehow carried up. The city lights twinkled below, stars hidden by the glow, and the silence between you was comfortable, intimate, and full of unspoken promises.
“Promise me,” you said softly, your head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, “we’ll keep doing this. Nights like this. Adventures. Just… us.”
“I promise,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And not just nights. Days too. Every day I can get with you, I’ll make unforgettable.”
You smiled, closing your eyes. “Then I’m ready. For all of it.”
“And I,” he said, tightening his hold around you, “am never letting you go.”
The city hummed around you, alive, endless. And for the first time in months, your life wasn’t just a loop. It was infinite, chaotic, messy, beautiful—and entirely, utterly yours.
Hi! I just found your blog, and i'm in love with it. I would like to request from fluffy prompt 35+36 please with jin!
Well, what a coincidence, because I am in love with YOU kutie anon!! <3 Anyways, here is the imagine I dreamt up when hit with these prompts. Sorry it is so LONG (as usual) but in order to do these prompts justice, it is what it is. Hope you like <3
Fluff prompt #35: Can I keep this? It smells like you.
Fluff prompt #36: Please don’t cry. I can’t stand you crying.
Disclaimers: I found this gif on Pinterest, so it’s obviously not mine. Spiderman belongs to Sony, who has made a deal with Marvel/Disney to be used in their films, just in case y’all didn’t know.
Age Recommendation: 18+
Warnings: Swears, childhood romance, mentions of making love, Jin making me pop all the UwU’s and melting me into a puddle of fluffy goo.
Word Count: 2,968
Summary: You decided to spend your summer at your grandparents’ place where you used to spend summers during your childhood. The place is filled with so many memories, some good, some bad, but all containing him.
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Always Loved You (Jin One-Shot, Fluff)
I couldn’t flip the pages fast enough. Currently, I was laying on a beach chair I’d dragged out to the edge of the lake, soaking up some sun while reading a trashy romance novel. The main character had finally confessed their love to the main love interest, and things were getting interesting.
“Y/n!” I ignored whoever was calling me.
“Y/N!”
“What?!” I hollered back, ripping off my sunglasses in annoyance.
“I need you to go to town! We need groceries for dinner tonight!”
I stood up, grumbling, pulling down my swimsuit that had started riding up my ass and gathering up my bag and towel. So much for a relaxing afternoon.
Still, I guess I was here for more than just a vacation. It was summer, and I’d just graduated from university. When everyone who attended my graduation party asked what I was going to do with my fancy new degree, I shrugged and gave some vague, non-committal answer. I had no job prospects lined up, not even an internship. I knew what I wanted to do with my degree, but no idea how to get there.
Sick of people asking me about it, I finally found something to do with my summer. I would go live with my grandparents and help them out. Truthfully, that was kind of a lie in itself. Sure, I’d help with whatever my grandpa and grandma needed, but mostly I was here to get some space and figure out what to do with the rest of my life. My impromptu trip got my parents off my back, at least.
I breathed in the warm, fresh air one last time before going inside to change. I loved it here. Back when I was in grade school, I used to come here for entire summers with my parents. Between the sun and the lake, I was constantly begging to come back here. I wondered when that changed… probably some time in high school, when I started getting busy with friends and parties. “I’m leaving now!” I called out to my grandma, scooping up the list she left for me on the coffee table.
“Thank you!”
I stepped outside and began the walk to the mini-mart down the road, relishing in the way my skin warmed in the sun once more. I hardly passed a single person, let alone a single car. That’s part of the charm here… no nosy neighbors or pesky so-called friends trying to get into your business and tell you what to do. Everything had a good distance between it, allowing for solitude and that small-town feel. I loved that it took a twenty minute walk to get to the busiest part of town, which was still nothing when compared to the crowded streets of the city.
A smile spread over my face as I passed a small park I remembered playing in as a kid.
“Tag, you’re it!” I shrieked before running away as fast as I could.
He growled and took off after me, causing me to squeal and run faster, giggling like mad. I ran up the steps of the jungle gym until I reached the very tippy, top. Oh no, he was coming! He grinned as he cornered me, but I had one escape left. I slid down the slide, still laughing as my bum hit the ground, got up, and started running. I didn’t make it far, though.
WAM! My feet tangled up and I ended up on the ground. “Ouch,” I gasped, looking at my hands. They had tiny cuts all over them, and my knee was scraped.
He reached me and pushed me hard in the shoulder. “TAG!” he screamed, but his smile faded when he saw me crying.
“Y/n, what happened?” he said, leaning down and examining my knee with large, brown eyes.
“I tripped,” I sniffled.
“Oh, don’t cry. I trip all the time. I even carry band-aides around just in case. See?”
I perked up a little when he pulled a bandage out of his pocket. He smiled at me as he peeled off the backing and stuck it on my knee. “It’s Spiderman,” I giggled.
He grinned at me. “He’s my favorite.”
The boy suddenly leaned down and placed a kiss on top of the bandage. “There. All better.”
He pulled me up and we continued our game of tag, shrieking and laughing even louder, if that was possible.
I blinked away the memory, realizing I’d stopped and was staring at the playground. God, I hadn’t thought about him in forever. How long’s it been? I wonder if he still lives around here… or even if he remembers me.
Our moms were best friends back in the day, and every time my family came here, we’d always spend the most time together. He was the only kid my age we knew around here, so he became my best friend. As we grew up, we went from sending each other hand-drawn pictures in the mail to full-on letters, then to emailing, then texting, then video calling.
One day, my laptop beeped, indicating I was getting a video chat, and I nearly declined it before seeing it was him. I quickly wiped my tears away with a tissue and blew my nose before answering the call. “Hey,” I said, giving the camera a watery smile.
“Hey! It’s been forever.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I keep meaning to call you but I’ve just been so busy.”
I sniffed, and he frowned, leaning closer to his screen. “Are you crying?”
“N-No,” I stuttered.
He gave me an amused smile. “Y/n, come on. You know you can’t lie to me.”
I choked out a laugh. “Alright, fine. Yes, I was crying, it’s stupid, just some guy being an ass as usual…”
I watched as he reached out a hand and leaned his camera even closer to his handsome face, concern etched all over his features, those brown eyes shining in what little light there was. “Please don’t cry, y/n. You know I can’t stand you crying.”
I nodded and laughed a bit more. “I know. I promise, it’s over with that guy. I won’t be wasting any more tears on him.”
He smiled at me. “Good.”
Lost in thought, I kept walking down the road, my tennis shoes scuffing along the pavement as I absentmindedly kicked stray rocks. I wonder if he ever thinks about me. Probably not. Last I heard, he too went to university somewhere in a far-off city. He was probably making a living for himself, his career prospects endless… probably dating someone too. Might even be married by now.
I huffed out a sigh as I reached the mini-mart. I stepped inside and grabbed a basket before pulling out my grandma’s list, muttering as I read it out loud to myself. “Y/n?”
That voice… it couldn’t be. No freaking way. I whirled around. “Jin?”
His face split into a wide grin. “It is you! What are you doing here?”
“J-Jin,” I stuttered, still not comprehending that the tall, handsome guy I was just reminiscing about was actually here.
He laughed. “Yeah, that’s me. It’s been what, six, seven years?”
“Something like that.” I could hardly breath. He looked only slightly older than what I remember. His hair was darker and pushed away from his face to reveal his forehead, but the rest of him was the same. The same easy smile. The same toned, wide shoulders. That melodic voice. Another memory suddenly forced its way into my mind, one that I’d been trying to push away since I got here.
The soft light of 6am caused my eyes to flutter open. A fresh, cool breeze danced across my bare skin, causing me to shiver and slide my arms back under the covers, cuddling close to the warm body next to me. I suddenly shot up. “Oh God, we’ve been out all night,” I groaned.
Jin sat up as well, chuckling. “It’s okay. Just tell your parents you were with me. They’ll understand.”
Oh hell. His voice was deep and husky from lack of use, and I felt myself melting into a puddle as he spoke.
Without warning, I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back eagerly for a few minutes before squeezing my waist, causing us to break apart as I gasped. “Listen,” he murmured, trailing his lips across my bare shoulder. “We should be getting back.”
“No, just a few more minutes,” I said, pulling him in again.
Jin indulged me for only a few seconds more, wrapping his soft lips around mine in a way that made my head spin. After an entire summer of flirting and driving each other crazy, we finally gave in and ended up kissing each other after Jin drove us out here to watch the stars. Before I knew it, we were in the back of his truck making love. He was my first. I always knew he would be. It was just a matter of getting us to cross the line between friends and lovers.
He pulled away from me. “Seriously, y/n, our parents are going to murder us as it is,” he laughed. “And… you’re leaving today. You’ve got to go pack.”
My heart dropped. I knew he was right. When would we see each other again? Jin began pulling his clothes back on, and I did the same. He grabbed his jacket and was just about to shrug it on when I tugged it away.
“Hey!” he protested, playfully grabbing for it back.
I buried my face in the jean fabric, inhaling deeply. It still smelled like him, musky with a hint of spicy cologne. “Can I keep this?” I asked suddenly. “It… It smells like you.”
Jin smiled. “Sure.”
“Y/n?”
I blinked, looked back up at Jin. “Yeah, sorry. I was just-”
“Lost down memory lane?” he said, the corners of his mouth turning upwards.
“Y-Yeah.”
I still had that jacket somewhere. I’d kept it wrapped in a plastic bag so, whenever I grew lonely or sad, I could pull it out and inhale his scent. I’d even fallen asleep a few times with my head buried in it, making myself feel better as memories of Jin wafted through my mind.
“I find myself doing that too,” Jin murmured, bringing me back to the present.
I never went back to my grandparents’ after that, finding myself too wrapped up in school, friends, and other boyfriends to bother. Or, at least, that’s what I told myself. Maybe the real reason I stayed away is because I didn’t want to find out Jin had been doing the same. Living his life… without me.
I tightened my grasp on my basket. “Um, I’ve got… I’ve got some shopping to do.”
“Oh, right. Well, I’ll leave you to it then.”
“Do you want to shop together?” I blurted out, noticing his mostly-empty basket.
Jin turned back around, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “Sure.”
We walked down the aisles in silence, picking out the groceries we needed as we went. “I can’t believe you’re here,” I finally said. “I thought you went to university.”
“I did,” he replied. “But I graduated recently, and I came back to see my family for a summer before heading back to Seoul.”
“Oh. Did you get a job?”
“Nope. I’m trying to become a doctor, so I need to go back to school for a few more years.”
“Nice,” I murmured.
“What about you? Why are you here?”
I sighed. “To visit my grandparents. Help them out.”
Jin stopped, grabbing something off a shelf, tossing me a knowing smile. “Come on, y/n, I know you. Why are you really here?”
I scoffed. “What do you mean? That is why I’m here.”
Jin stepped close, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. I caught a whiff of that oh-so-familiar scent and felt my legs turning to jelly as he leaned down so our eyes were level. “Are you sure?” he said, grinning.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not here for you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“That’s not what I was implying,” he said, chuckling. “But good to know.”
“Besides, you’ve probably got some girlfriend back in the city,” I muttered, turning away to grab something off a shelf.
“No, actually.”
“Really? The cocky, handsome Jin can’t sway them city girls?” I teased.
He shook his head. “Oh, that’s definitely not it. I could have any girl I wanted back there.”
Jin suddenly grabbed my basket away from me, causing me to whirl around. He stepped close, and I backed up until I could go no further, my shoulders pressed against the shelves. “The problem was me. I didn’t want any of them,” he murmured.
My lungs stopped working as his lips hovered dangerously close to mine, my eyes growing wide as our breaths intermingled. Jin drew back, laughing. “You should’ve seen your face,” he snorted.
“Fuck off,” I snapped, grabbing my basket back and striding down the aisle away from him.
He followed after me, his windshield-wiper laugh still echoing throughout the store. “Awww, come on, y/n. It was a joke.”
“Well it wasn’t funny.”
“Why not? What, you got a boyfriend that wouldn’t appreciate me flirting with his girl or something?”
His tone was nonchalant, but I sensed some tentativeness in the question. “No,” I replied firmly. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Jin looked down at me, his brown eyes bright as he smiled. “Good.”
I scoffed once more and headed over to the cashier, placing my basket down on the checkout belt. Jin placed his behind mine, and when I got out my wallet to pay, he placed a large hand over mine. “I’ll pay for both,” he told the cashier.
I didn’t say anything until we got outside, both of us weighed down with shopping bags. “You didn’t have to do that, you know,” I scolded.
Jin chuckled. “A ‘thank you’ would suffice, you know.”
I marched up to him. “Just because you’re some big shot doctor now-”
“I’m not a doctor yet, y/n.”
“Whatever. Just because you think you can-”
He cut me off once more by grabbing my bags and loading them in the back of a truck. I stared at the gray vehicle, my mouth dropping open. It was the same truck. The place where I’d lost my virginity all those years ago.
I shook my head, bringing myself back down to reality. “What’re you doing?”
Jin shut the trunk door. “Giving you a ride. Now come on, stubborn, get in.”
I scoffed, but got in on the passenger side nonetheless. Everything looked the same, but different. Rather than a Spiderman lanyard hanging from the mirror, a few graduation tassels hung there instead. The truck was cleaner than I remember. No fast food cups littered the floor, but a couple half-empty water bottles were in the cup holders.
But it was the smell that got to me. That musk with a hint of spice… exactly like I remember. My body relaxed as Jin started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, the same way I’d relax when holding onto his jacket back home.
It didn’t take too long to reach my grandparents’. Jini pulled in the driveway and shut the engine off, but neither of us moved. Jin stared at me, but I didn’t say anything, uncomfortably biting my lip and staring at the dashboard. “Y/n,” he murmured, causing me to look at him. I half-wished I hadn’t. His eyes were filled with that same look he gave me that night we kissed and made love, wide and perfectly brown.
“Why didn’t you come back after that summer?”
There it was. The question I’d been asking myself since I got here. I twisted my hands in my lap nervously. “Because… Because…”
“Tell me,” he said softly.
I pressed my lips together before releasing a loud sigh. “Because I was afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Of you moving on.”
Jin shook his head, chuckling. “Are you serious?”
I slowly nodded.
“Y/n, I couldn’t move on even if I wanted to. I loved you. I still… love you.”
My mouth parted open in surprise at his confession. “You do?”
Jin smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I tried to move on when I realized you weren’t coming back, I really did, but you were always in the back of my mind. Y/n, I’ve loved you since we were kids.”
I bit my lip, taking only a second to process before I unbuckled my seat belt and launched myself at him. Our lips pressed together, melding into the sweetest kiss I didn’t realize I missed with every fiber of my being. Jin wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, angling his jaw to deepen the kiss, and I threw my arms around his neck, trying in vain to draw him even closer.
We pulled apart, and I smiled as I took in Jin’s blown pupils, his lips reddening from being pressed to mine, his breath coming out in short gasps. “I love you, y/n,” he murmured. “I’ve always loved you.”
My smile grew. “I love you too, Jin.”
We continued kissing for what felt like forever before he pulled back, laughing and saying we needed to get the groceries inside. We unloaded the truck with the biggest grins, holding hands as we walked up to the house.
As I looked at Jin, the sun glinting off his dark locks, his smile lighting up my whole world, I found myself thinking that maybe there was a reason none of my relationships worked out. Maybe there was a reason I hadn’t found any opportunities coming my way after I graduated. And maybe, just maybe, I was exactly where I needed to be.
This was inspired by the song Brag by The Home Team
You’d been his secret for months. Not because he didn’t want to tell anyone, but because Luke Hughes was… complicated. High-profile, always busy, always aware of who was watching. And somehow, you fit into his life perfectly, quietly, like you’d always belonged there—but only when no one else was looking.
Tonight, though, felt different.
He showed up at your door just as the city lights began to flicker on, the streets glowing with a soft, golden hum. His hair was tousled, sleeves rolled up, eyes dark and intense. There was a look in them that made your stomach twist—a mixture of nerves, determination, and something unspoken.
“Hey,” he said, voice low. “Can I come in?”
“Of course,” you murmured, stepping aside. Your heart was thudding so loud you were sure he could hear it.
He closed the door behind him, lingering near the threshold. Hands in his pockets, jaw tight, he just… looked at you. And in that look, you could feel the weight of every moment he had kept you hidden, every touch and whisper you’d shared in private, every night spent curled together while the world outside remained oblivious.
“I… I don’t want to keep doing this,” he said finally. His voice was steady, but soft, almost vulnerable. “Keeping you a secret.”
Your chest tightened. “Luke…”
“No,” he interrupted gently, stepping closer, closing the distance between you. “I mean it. I’ve been trying to be careful, trying to protect us—but it’s driving me crazy. I don’t want anyone else’s opinions or judgments to stop me from… from showing everyone how much you mean to me.”
Your fingers reached up instinctively, brushing against his hand. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” you whispered.
He exhaled, a small laugh breaking through the tension, shaking his head. “I was hoping you’d never get tired of waiting.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles, warm and grounding. “I’ve been wanting this—wanting you—more than I thought was possible, but I kept thinking I needed to wait for the right time. The right moment. But there’s no right moment. There’s only now.”
You shivered, your chest tightening as his words wrapped around you. “Then… now it is,” you said softly, leaning into him.
Luke’s lips curved into a slow smile, dark and tender, before he pressed his forehead to yours. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Now.”
And then he kissed you.
Not a quick, testing kiss. Not a secretive one. But slow, deliberate, full of all the feelings he’d been holding back: longing, admiration, guilt, and desire. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the intensity in his touch, the careful way he wanted you close but still respected your space, like every motion was a promise.
When he finally pulled back, just enough for a breath, his eyes were soft but smoldering. “I’ve been selfish,” he admitted, voice rough. “Keeping you to myself. Hiding you. Making you feel like this… like it had to stay in the shadows. And I’m sorry. But I can’t anymore. I don’t want to anymore.”
You reached up, fingertips brushing the edge of his jaw. “You don’t have to apologize,” you whispered. “I understand why you did it. But… I don’t want to be hidden anymore either.”
His grin was slow, teasing, and utterly devastating. “Good,” he said, stepping closer until the space between you disappeared. “Because from now on… no secrets. No shadows. Only us.”
Your hands found his shoulders, gripping lightly as your bodies aligned. “Then… don’t hold back,” you whispered.
Luke leaned in again, lips tracing yours with soft insistence, slow and languid, a teasing, intimate exploration that left your knees weak. He pulled you close, fingers threading through your hair, holding you like he meant it. And in that quiet apartment, with the city buzzing faintly outside the window, it was just the two of you—no walls, no secrets, no distance.
When he finally broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, breath mingling with yours. “I want everyone to see you,” he murmured. “I want the world to know you’re mine, because you are. And I… I don’t care who knows it. I want to hold your hand in the street, kiss you in public, make no apologies for how I feel. I want it all.”
Your lips curved into a soft, tired smile, heart racing. “Then… let’s start now,” you said. “No more hiding.”
He chuckled, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “No more hiding,” he agreed, lips finding yours again in a tender, lingering kiss. “Only us. And I plan on making every second count.”
You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. The city outside continued its quiet hum, but inside, the world had shrunk to the two of you. You were no longer a secret. He was no longer holding back. And in that simple, perfect moment, everything felt… right.
Luke pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re mine,” he murmured, almost like a vow. “And I’m done hiding it.”
“And I’m yours,” you whispered back, smiling, knowing that this was only the beginning.
The city had that soft, electric glow that made everything feel a little surreal. Neon signs reflected in puddles from a brief rain, the hum of traffic mingling with distant laughter from a late-night bar. You leaned against the wall of your apartment building, arms crossed, trying not to think about him too much. But you knew exactly what you were thinking about. Tyler Seguin. His smirk, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, that slow, teasing confidence that made your pulse do things you weren’t proud of.
When his car pulled up, low and rumbling, your stomach did a little flip. He didn’t honk, didn’t wave—he just stepped out, hands in his pockets, giving you a look that made your knees weak.
“Hey,” he said, casual but heavy with that kind of energy that made the air feel thicker.
“Hey,” you replied, heart hammering in a way that made you sound too breathless. “You’re… early.”
“Not early,” he said, grinning. “Right on time. You ready?”
You tilted your head, smirking. “Ready for…?”
“The thrill,” he said, voice low, teasing, a little dangerous. “The risk. That’s what tonight’s about.”
You laughed, brushing your hands through your hair. “You say that like we’re about to do something illegal.”
“Depends,” he said, quirking an eyebrow. “Does it feel illegal to make me grin like this?” He held up a finger, tapping it against his chest like a challenge. “Because honestly? That’s your fault. You’re too good at it.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “I think you’re just easy to tease.”
He shrugged, unapologetic, and held the door open for you like a gentleman, though the grin tugging at his lips suggested he had more mischief planned.
By the time you were driving through the city streets, Tyler had taken the wheel, but the energy between you was almost tangible. The car was small, private, and suddenly everything he did felt magnified. When he laughed at a song on the radio, his head tilted back, eyes closed, you felt something flutter in your chest that had nothing to do with the music.
“You know,” he said, glancing at you, voice low and teasing, “you should try not to care about me so much.”
You nearly choked on your coffee. “Excuse me?”
“I mean it,” he said, smirking. “I’ve noticed the way you look at me. It’s… dangerous.” His eyes flicked to yours, dark and unreadable for just a moment, before the grin returned. “For you. Not me.”
“Dangerous?” you echoed, letting your fingers brush against the edge of his arm. “I think that’s on you.”
He laughed, deep and full, and you felt it in your chest. “Maybe. But honestly, I like it.”
By the time you arrived at a quiet riverside park, the world outside the car felt like it had slowed down. The water reflected the city lights like a mirror, and the air smelled faintly of rain and asphalt. Tyler stepped out first, holding his hand out.
“Come on,” he said, smirk playful. “Try to keep up.”
You took his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin and the electric thrill of being this close. He led you down a narrow path along the river, hands occasionally brushing yours, each contact deliberate, teasing, yet full of intent.
“Tyler…” you said softly, slowing for a moment. “You don’t have to—”
“Don’t have to what?” he asked, looking down at you, eyes dark with something you couldn’t name yet.
“Be… this intense,” you whispered.
His grin softened, becoming almost tender. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and brushed his thumb across your cheek. “I can’t help it,” he murmured. “You’re… worth it. Worth every risk, every second of this intensity.”
Your chest fluttered, and you leaned into his hand, savoring the touch. “I feel the same way,” you admitted.
That earned you a slow, knowing smile before he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, tentative at first, testing. But the moment you responded, the kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, not urgent but heated in its own way. Every brush of his lips, every movement of his hand along your waist, was a confession.
When he pulled back, just enough to breathe, his forehead rested against yours. “I don’t want to slow down,” he murmured. “Not for the world. Not for anything. You make me want… everything. All of it. And I can’t pretend otherwise.”
You laughed softly, breathless, your hands moving to rest against his chest. “Then… don’t. I’ll follow wherever this goes.”
The next hour felt like a dream. You walked along the riverside, arms brushing, fingers occasionally tangling together, teasing touches and quiet laughter punctuating the night. Tyler kept you close, hand on your lower back as if he couldn’t bear to let you drift even a few inches away. Every glance, every brush of skin, made your pulse quicken.
“You’re… reckless,” you said finally, smiling up at him.
“Reckless?” he echoed, grin spreading. “You think I don’t know that I’m being reckless with you?”
“You are,” you admitted, heart racing. “And I like it.”
His gaze softened, intensity tempered by warmth. “Good,” he murmured, brushing his lips along your temple. “Because I’m not stopping. I don’t want to. I like… this. I like you. All of you. And I want it all—fast, reckless, thrilling… and I want you with me for it.”
You swallowed, letting the words sink in. “Then… I’m in,” you whispered. “All in.”
Tyler’s grin returned, wicked and mischievous, but there was a softness beneath it now, a promise you could feel deep in your chest. “Then buckle up,” he murmured, pulling you close again. “Because with me, the ride’s just getting started.”
The city stretched before you, alive, moving fast, but somehow, standing there with him, you felt like time had slowed just enough for you both to exist—together, reckless, and fully alive.
And in that moment, you realized: the thrill wasn’t the city, the speed, or the risk. It was him. It had always been him.
