#hwang hyunjin x reader

[jaeyundazed]

h.hj — rose-colored.

SUMMARY: she was the people’s princess, but most importantly, she was his princess—hwang hyunjin’s. mysterious and reserved, he stood out beside her, but it only drew him to her more. as she finishes her most precious piece, he wishes to know out if he can steal her heart as she did his so long ago.

TLDR: hwang hyunjin is hopelessly in love with the woman who knows him best.

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

ꨄ︎: i wrote this fic back in october of 2024 (time flies oh my god!), but i never posted it because i didn't think it was proper to mesh it with my hockey account. but this fic is my baby. i love it so much. i hope you'll all love my beautiful artist hyunjin as much as i do :) enjoy, and happy reading. xo

TAGS: friends to lovers, friends but never just friends, mild kissing, soft hyunjin, college au, artist hyunjin, mc is an artist too, hyunjin is whipped, completely sfw and nothing implied

Hwang Hyunjin was more than an artist. He was a free spirit. He appreciated the beauty in every little fragment of God’s creation, from the bird’s song to the almost palpable concept of love. He viewed the world through a lens he shared only with a few others. From head to toe, he was the personified figure of beauty itself, and perhaps that was why he often took up modeling as a side hustle. But his heart was not more drawn to anything than to artistry. It was more than a simple pastime; it was his life.

He looked on the outside as if he were sculpted to perfection, an art piece himself. There was just something about him. Perhaps it was his smile, which could instantly light up a room, or how his eyes sparkled with excitement when he was fascinated by a new topic. But his true beauty resided on the inside — the parts of him that were not tangible, but could still make his presence feel like a breath of fresh air. His heart was pure as gold. And it would beat for one person only.

Her.

She was the only person he knew who saw the world through those same rose-colored glasses. They spent many nights in one another’s dorms, working on their individual assignments. Soft jazz would wisp through the air as they often fell into casual conversation. There was never a night when they didn’t enjoy each other’s company wholeheartedly.

It was in his second year of art school that he first met her. From the moment she first sat beside him in their shared class, they were friends. She was his complete opposite — outgoing and intelligent, with the most boisterous personality he’d ever seen on a woman. For a first-year student, she withheld a lot of confidence, but to Hyunjin, that was exactly what made her stand out. 

He, on the other hand, was often described as reserved — mysterious, according to his female peers — and he wasn’t academically inclined. Most days, he adorned a pair of thin-framed glasses, more often than not obstructed by the raven strands of hair that framed his face. He kept to himself in classes and dedicated all of his time to his studies, delving straight into his work the moment it was assigned.

It was no secret on campus that he was breathtakingly beautiful. His every feature was so perfectly crafted as if he were God’s most prized creation. Perhaps, if he chose a different career path, the world in its entirety would appreciate his beauty. To most of his peers, however, he was quite the campus celebrity, based on that fact alone.

Hyunjin was out of this girl’s league, in every sense of the word. At least, that was the consensus of their confrères, that even she believed, setting aside the fact that the two were practically attached at the hip. His raw perfection and his talent spoke for themselves — standards she knew, in both departments, she could never live up to. Yet he longed for her in secrecy, which would completely diminish that stigma.

“Do you ever miss home?”

Her voice played softly in the air as the two sat in her dorm, working on their respective pieces. He looked up at her and paused his painting for a moment to answer.

“Sometimes,” he replied before looking back down and resuming his work. “You?”

She nodded. “A lot. I love being here and getting to spend nights like this with you, but at night…” She paused momentarily. A slow, steady breath breezed past her slightly parted lips. “Sometimes, I feel lonely.”

Hyunjin took a moment to think over her words. “I think everyone tends to feel lonely at one point or another,” he reassured her. “There’s nobody there to distract you from your thoughts. When it’s only you and your mind…it wanders. I think that’s why people tend to crave some sort of noise to sleep. It gives a different auditory distraction. Food for thought.”

She brushed a thin line on the canvas in front of her, now deep in thought. He somehow always knew what to say to properly challenge her convictions. Hyunjin was never one to sugarcoat his words. Every word that he spoke was deliberate. There was seldom a time when he wasted his breath on something unimportant. It was one of the things she always liked about him.

“When it happens, the only way to take me out of it is to think of other people. The ones in my life that make me feel less alone, you know?”

There was a beat of silence. The smooth jazz emanating from the small speaker atop her nightstand almost seemed louder than before. It was the only sound present in the dimly lit space, besides the soft scratching of brushes on canvas. This time, Hyunjin was the one deep in thought. She had not a clue what was going on in his mind, but it was rare that anyone did.

“Do you ever think about me?” he inquired. His question seemed less characteristic of him, but then again, maybe she didn’t know him as well as she presumed. He had many different sides, and those walls were knocked down only by those close to him. She was one of those people, but even she was still partly in the dark.

She looked up, nodding without speaking a word. Her gaze lingered for a beat longer than it should have, and she quickly averted her focus back to her work. There was no need for words in her response — both she and him felt as if they were unnecessary in certain circumstances, and this was one of them.

Perhaps, if she were still looking at him, she would’ve seen his heart flutter. His perfectly shaped lips curved into a warm smile — the kind you would find on a teenage boy talking to his crush — and his eyes studied her as if she were an illustration in a gallery. She sported a tattered hoodie with a pair of equally old sweatpants — not to ruin her good clothes, of course — and her hair was tied up lazily. Nevertheless, to him, she was like an ancestor of Aphrodite herself. He knew how natural her beauty was, and he longed to show her.

“Quit staring. I can feel it,” she joked, not even quite sure if he was still looking or not. She could only hope he was.

“Maybe I was just admiring your work,” he teased back. His words may have held some truth to them, had he looked at her painting for more than half a second prior.

“Well, it’s done, so now you can.”

She set her paintbrush on the floor and carefully lifted the small canvas. Taking a breath, she scooted closer to her elder beside her and turned it to face him. His eyes glazed over the painting, studying it silently. She was always nervous when he remained as silent as this. It felt as if he were going to judge her, but there was no other being on Earth who appreciated her work as did Hyunjin. He would never do anything so hurtful as to insult someone’s work, and especially not hers.

“It’s beautiful,” he finally stated, not tearing his sight away. “This looks like you,” his finger pointed to one of the two silhouettes on the canvas.

“It is,” she nodded. “But you should really be saying it looks like us.”

Her forte was always landscapes. She always appreciated the beauty in nature, ever since she was a little girl. She often added small details such as those silhouettes to her paintings. It was her way of connecting nature to its inhabitants, without taking away from the original focus of their planet’s atmosphere.

“We had to do something that makes us who we are. I did the sunset at the park I used to go to as a kid,” she explained. “That’s supposed to be me now. It’s sort of like I’m reminiscing on it.” She lifted her finger and pointed to the second figure. “But I’m not alone. You make me who I am, too. That’s why you’re sitting next to me.”

Hyunjin’s eyebrows raised as she spoke. He was stunned, to say the least, but now he was able to view her work as it was intended. The way she was able to communicate complex messages through such intentional paintings never failed to amaze him. His eyes were trained on the second figure — him — but soon flickered up to her.

He was used to his peers being inspired by him. However, it always seemed to be on such a superficial scale. It was never because they understood him, and they likely didn’t care to. But her? She made the difference. Time and time again, she proved just that, and it made his heart positively melt. He remained silent for a moment, allowing the soft music to fill their ears again — though he seemed to tune it out, himself — as he studied both the painting and her.

She said not a word, so as not to disrupt his thoughts. She only looked back down, studying the canvas all the same.

His eyes traveled over her features — the thin strands of hair that fell from her claw clip and framed her face, the soft, pink hue that her cheeks naturally radiated, and the long eyelashes that hung over her eyes.

“You have paint on your cheek,” he finally whispered, instantly moving closer and lifting his hand to her face.

“I think it’s dry…”

But it was too late, for he was already rubbing his thumb back and forth against her smooth skin. He only wanted to touch her. She was correct in her suspicions, however, because the paint that stained her cheek was already too far gone to wipe with only the brush of a finger.

She could feel his breath hitting her skin. His proximity made her nervous for the first time since the day they met. Although she would not admit it to herself, she had grown more than fond of him in the year and a half they had known each other. Her eyes locked with his, and he froze completely. He was convinced she had never looked more beautiful.

She was perfect. So much so that he slowly leaned closer, his gaze flickering between her lips and her eyes. He didn’t know what he was thinking, doing what he was. He was sure he was making a fool of himself, but he couldn’t help it. The way he felt about her overpowered any sense left in him. He was sick of yearning to show her just how beautiful she was, and now he finally had that opportunity.

Her face drew closer — no longer from his doing — and her eyes bored into his. In all the time he knew her, she had never looked at him that way. Her head gradually tilted to the side, and that was when he knew.

His plush lips finally brushed against hers. They were light as a feather, slotting flawlessly with hers as if the pair were made for each other. The kiss was unhurried, albeit with the months of pent-up emotion flowing from their bodies. Hyunjin’s hand — stained by the smeared paint from her skin — remained on her cheek, holding it so tenderly to show her the volume of which he cared for her.

Her delicate fingers threaded into his raven strands of hair. His arm wrapped around her waist and gently urged her closer. He held her body so tenderly, yet so close as if she might disappear if he let go. Her heart raced in her chest, akin to the butterflies that often came with your first kiss. And to her, he was her first. No man had ever kissed her as did the boy in front of her, and something deep within her — whether it was herself or a message from somewhere buried in the universe, she couldn’t tell — told her that she wouldn’t ever be burdened by kissing another.

She felt his every emotion without him having to utter a single word. It was a testament to how well she knew him. Like nobody else in the world. And he wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

After what seemed to them as hours, the soft music came back into earshot, and their lips parted ways. Their stares remained connected as their consciousness returned, and reality fell back into place.

“I take it you liked the painting?” she broke the silence, her voice nothing more than a whisper.

A small laugh slipped past his lips, the sound as refreshing to her as a cool, spring day. “What do you think?” he murmured, and a smile bloomed on her lips. His hand fell from her face and took one of hers in its grasp, his thumb grazing her knuckles. “I loved it,” he whispered sincerely. “I want to be that person for you. I’m honored to be.”

“You’ll always be.”

The way she looked at him was so pure, so full of affection that he was sure he would never get sick of it. He could only pray that she would never look at him another way again. All of this time, she was so heavily convinced that she would never be enough for him, yet it couldn’t have been further from the truth.

Hyunjin was falling in love with her, and he couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to. He wouldn’t tell her just yet, to not complicate things. Regardless, she made him happy in a way that no one else ever had. He knew no one ever would. She made him feel, and so strongly, at that. Never in his life had he been so sure of someone. She was the sun waiting after the rain. She was his muse.

He was so gone for her, and she had no idea.

[jeondesu]

LITTLE HANDS, BIG HEARTS — ꒰ 스트레이 키즈 ꒱

⌯ a collection of short stories following along the journeys of you and your marriage + sweet moments with your little family !

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ 𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ dad!skz x f!reader ˒˓ established relationship 𝓰enre/𝓽ags. pure fluff, very wholesome and cute domestic vibes, mentions of food and kissing, i think that’s really it.. 𝔀ords. 3.8k

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — ok so this turned out completely different than what i was originally envisioning on doing but i personally liked this idea way more idk >< i’m still battling w my writing abilities so pls go easy on me guys, i actually spent hours working on this so i’d love to know your thoughts if you have any :’) <3

방찬/BANG CHAN.

Raising four-year-old twin girls was most definitely not for the weak. There was never a dull moment in your household, and today would be no different. You already knew it was going to be a long morning the minute you caught Hyewon attempting to put sunscreen on the dog.

Before she even had the chance to empty the bottle on his tail, you quickly scramble to grab it. “Wonnie, no- no, that’s for you, not Berry,” you say gently, letting out a mini sigh of relief to yourself. Meanwhile, Haerin, was sitting quietly over by the front door, tightly clutching her beloved plush bunny, Tokki, like her life depended on it.

“She’s gonna drop it in the ocean,” you whisper worriedly to Chan as you zipped up the beach bag with last minute necessities. “Or forget it in the sand. You know how she gets—”

Chan looked up from packing the cooler and gave you a soft, slightly teasing smile. “Yeah, but you know how she gets without Tokki.”

Deep down, you knew he was right, and it was only a matter of time until you eventually caved in and agree. Haerin lights up like a thousand fireflies, hugging Tokki to her chest with a tiny, “thank you, Mommy.”

Somehow, miraculously, you managed to herd the two whirlwinds out of their pajamas, into their matching strawberry-print swimsuits and get everyone buckled up in the car. Chan was adjusting his sunglasses, worn with the world’s most offensively bright Hawaiian shirt, gifted by his own dad years ago, and grinned as he pulled out of the driveway.

The drive was filled with nothing but carseat chaos and boisterous laughter, Hyewon was demanding ‘Sunflower’ on repeat, Chan’s belting it at full volume with animated hand gestures, and Haerin’s quietly humming along, stroking Tokki’s ear as the wind from the cracked window tousled her hair. Your heart was overflowing as you leaned your head against the window, trying to cover your smile with your hand.

By the time you’ve arrived, the beach was already packed with loads of other families and umbrellas, but you were able to find a spot close to some shade thanks to a large palm tree. Towels were spread out, snacks scattered around haphazardly, and tiny sandals flung off with excitement. The girls ran around squealing while Chan chased after them, sand sticking to his calves, shirt clashing beautifully with the ocean behind him. You snapped photo after photo— Hyewon with melted ice cream on her nose, Haerin making the tiniest sand castle in intense silence, Chan holding both girls’ hands as they shrieked when waves nipped at their toes.

It was perfect.

Until, on the walk back to the car, Haerin suddenly gasped. “Tokki!” Her eyes wide, brimming with tears, bottom lip already trembling. “She’s gone!”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Chan hands you the car keys and gave a quick peck to your forehead before jogging back towards the beach like a man on a mission. After twenty-ish minutes or so, he comes back with Tokki triumphantly in his hand, sweat on his brow, and sand salting his hair.

“I found her under a bench,” he huffed, nearly out of breath, and grinning like he’d just won an Olympic gold medal. Haerin squealed, her little legs running up to go hug him with all the strength she could muster, happy to be reunited with her favorite stuffie, while Hyewon was clapping like she’d just witnessed a magic trick.

You smiled at the three of them, bathed in sunlight, cheeks rosy and eyes bright— like something out of the sweetest dream, and you couldn’t stop thinking ‘this is everything i could’ve ever wanted.’

Even if you still weren’t sure how he made that ridiculous Hawaiian shirt look good.

리노/LEE KNOW.

You should’ve known something was up the second Minho walked into the bedroom that morning, a big grin plastered on his face like he’d just hit the jackpot.

“Don’t be mad,” he started, crawling into bed beside you, “but I told Junseo that today is Yes Day.”

You blinked, confused. “Yes Day as in..?”

“As in, I say yes to whatever he wants. There’s no rules. No limits. Just for one day.”

You groaned, looking at him as if he’d gone crazy, which in your defense— he quite literally has. “Minho, are you insa—”

“Too late,” he sang. “The king has already declared it.”

In the next room, you could hear your five-year-old son, Junseo, already shouting something about “pajama adventures” and “waffles forever”, that pretty much set the tone for the rest of the day.

By 10 am, your husband and son were decked out in matching dinosaur pajamas and sunglasses, strutting into the grocery store like they owned the place. You followed behind in actual clothes, pretending not to know them while Minho loudly asked one of the employees, “excuse me, where’s the section for super awesome dads and coolest kids alive?”

Then came the living room trampoline hour, aka “couch jumping time,” where Minho taught Junseo how to perfect his “butt bounce.” You watched them from the kitchen, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.

“Minho, that couch was expensive.”

“Yeah, but did you see his airtime? Couches are replaceable, this moment isn’t!” He shot back proudly.

Lunch was popcorn with chocolate drizzle, gummy bears, and a juice box taste test. Dinner? Dino-shaped waffles eaten in a blanket fort lit up with fairy lights.

“I cannot believe you’re encouraging this,” you shook your head as you wiggled inside the fort with them.

Minho was lying flat on his stomach, sipping fruit juice from a neon green twisty straw. “What? I’m just following orders. I’m an employee of Junseo Industries.”

Junseo nods, a dried patch of syrup present on his chin. “You’re fired if you say no!”

Minho gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t dare.”

The night ended off with a sing-along dance party in the living room, Minho flailing around with a dish towel as a makeshift cape while Junseo’s half laughing and screaming as he tries to copy his dad’s questionable dance moves. You just stood there watching everything unfold, in utter disbelief that this was the man you married.

Later, after Junseo passed out mid-sentence on the couch, Minho gently scoops him up and and tucked him in for bed, brushing flyaway strands from his forehead with the most endearing look in his eyes.

He returned to your shared bedroom and he whispered, “he said it was the best day of his life.”

You sigh softly, leaning into him. “He’s not the only one.”

When Minho wrapped his arms around you, still in pajamas and smelling faintly of maple syrup, you realized something very true.

Your husband might be a child in disguise… but he was all yours— and the best dad in the entire world.

창빈/CHANGBIN.

“Welcome to the Nari Salon!” Your daughter announced with both hands in the air, a pink plastic makeup case clutched under one arm and a sparkly sticker decorating her forehead. “Today’s special is princess makeover. Only brave daddies allowed.”

Changbin’s sitting cross-legged on the floor in sweatpants and a nervous smile, glancing over at you for backup. You were curled up on the couch with your phone, already recording.

“Why only daddies?” He wonders, trying not to laugh.

“Because mommies already have pretty faces,” Nari replied with absolute conviction, opening her case like she was real makeup artist. “You have no sparkle.”

“Ouch,” Changbin pouts, placing a dramatic hand over his heart. “Roasted by my own child.”

Nari didn’t flinch. “Sit still, Appa. This might tickle.”

The next fifteen minutes was pure chaos.

Glitter eyeshadow ended up on Changbin’s eyebrows. Blush was aggressively swirled onto his forehead. Lip gloss was applied… to his teeth? Then at some point, a butterfly sticker was slapped onto the middle of his nose like a finishing touch.

“You’re doing amazing, baby,” you cooed, trying not to cry from laughter, “he’s never looked better.”

“I know,” Nari boasts with the utmost pride, stepping back to look with her hands on her hips. “He’s a glittery king!”

Changbin struck a pose, face glowing brighter than a disco ball. “How do I look?”

“Fabulous,” you said, barely holding it together. “Like someone who’s never getting that lip gloss off his eyelids.”

She climbed into his lap and cupped his cheeks, smushing his glittery face between her tiny hands. “Appa, you’re sooooooo beautiful.”

Hearing that made Changbin instantly melt into a puddle. His arms wrapped around her smaller form, expression softening beneath the rainbow mess on his face. “You made me beautiful, Nari. Only you could.”

“You’re welcome,” she giggles, humming to herself as she opens the bottle of nail polish.

Before she could start painting his knuckles purple, he looked up at you with sparkling eyes— part glitter, part happy tears. “She really said I had no sparkle.”

“She fixed you, honey,” you teased, grinning.

“Thank God for the Nari Salon,” he praised once again, pulling her in for another bear hug while she squealed with joy.

By this point, you were smiling like an idiot. Watching the two of them— your fierce little girl and your big, soft husband, covered in sparkles and love, it was almost too much for your heart to handle.

This was your life now. Glittery, loud, messy, but you wouldn’t change a single thing.

현진/HYUNJIN.

“Appa,” Seola says loudly between bites of Cheeto puffs, “I wan’ it to sparkle a lot. Like, super sparkle.”

Hyunjin, sleeves rolled up and brows furrowed in pure concentration, didn’t even look up. “I got you, princess. This castle is gonna outshine the sun.”

You peep your head around the corner from the kitchen, suppressing a laugh. The dining table was littered with various sheets of colored paper, glue sticks, markers, pom-poms, and without a doubt, looked like a glitter war zone. Your daughter who’s in first grade now, sat with her little legs swinging aimlessly under the chair, one sock is halfway off, happily munching away as Hyunjin diligently glued yet another swirl of gold glitter onto the cardboard turrets of her art project.

“Babe.. is this her assignment or yours?” You teased.

“She’s the visionary,” he replies without missing a beat, “I’m just the hands.”

“I said the glitter goes on the windows,” Seola chimed in, dramatic as her father, pointing a cheesy finger at the paper castle.

“Yes, ma’am,” Hyunjin responds with a mock salute, tongue slightly poking out as he carefully traced the edges of the cardboard windows with more layers of glue. “I’m just your humble servant.”

You shook your head, smiling so hard you could feel your cheeks starting to hurt. He looked completely ridiculous— dried glue on his hoodie sleeve, glitter dusting his cheekbones like highlight, and yet somehow still managed to look stupidly handsome. Meanwhile, your daughter’s living her best life, alternating between bossing him around like the little diva she is and licking cheese dust off her fingers.

At one point, she dropped her snack, and Hyunjin immediately reached for it. “I’ll get it, baby. Don’t touch your masterpiece with chip hands.”

“I wasn’t gonna!” She huffed, even though she most definitely was.

They bickered sweetly for another twenty minutes while you watched, heart swelling with something too warm to name. Every once in a while, Hyunjin would sneak a glance at you, eyes crinkling like he couldn’t believe this was real life— married to his best friend, helping his daughter craft the shiniest art project in the class.

When the glue was finally drying, Seola yawned and leaned against Hyunjin’s side, a glittered pom-pom still stuck to her hand.

“Appa, I love you.”

Hyunjin almost cried, kissing the crown of her head and holding her close. “I love you more, my little artist.”

You walked over and wrapped your arms around both of them, resting your chin on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “If her teacher gives her anything less than an A, I’m emailing the school.”

Hyunjin chuckled. “It’s fine. I’ll bedazzle the email.”

한/HAN.

“Okay, but hear me out,” Jisung was holding up the Lego Medieval Castle like it was his firstborn. “What if we need this one because it has a working drawbridge?”

You quirked a brow, folding your arms over your chest as you survey the overflowing shopping cart that’s filled to the brim with Lego sets— dinosaurs, spaceships, a sushi restaurant, two different Star Wars builds, and a suspiciously tiny Minecraft keychain your five-year-old son, Taemu, was cluthing onto since you’ve got here.

“Babe, that’s literally the fifth set you’ve added in the last ten minutes.”

“It’s not for me,” he rebuttals, blinking innocently. “It’s for our son. Right, Taemu?”

Taemu nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, Mommy! I need the dragon and the pizza truck!”

You squinted. “Since when do dragons eat pizza..?”

“Since now,” Jisung said confidently. “Plus, look! This one comes with a guy who has tiny armor. Tiny. Armor.”

You swap looks between the two of them, your son beaming up at you with big doe eyes and your fully grown husband doing the same, holding up the box of Lego ninjas like his life wouldn’t be complete without it.

“Please, Mommy,” they both say in unison. Jisung even adding a little pout.

You sighed out dramatically. “You two are the worst.”

“But the cutest,” Jisung grinned, kissing your cheek.

“Ugh, fine,” you muttered, tossing it into the cart. “But if I step on even one of these bricks at home, I’m throwing them all into the ocean.”

Taemu gasped. “Not the ocean! That’s where sharkies live!”

Jisung leaned down to whisper, “Don’t worry, bud. We’ll build a submarine next time.”

As you made your way to the checkout, the two of them started excitedly whispering about their build order, as if they’re discussing some kind of war strategy.

“Okay, so we do the dragon first, obviously,” Jisung suggests, nudging Taemu.

“But then the spaceship after. ‘Cause we need to fly away if the dragon gets mad,” Taemu added seriously.

You just went along with it in silence, heart ridiculously full.

Back at the car, Jisung helped load the trunk, humming a made-up Lego anthem while Taemu echoed every lyric in the backseat.

“Y’know,” you said, watching them with quiet affection, “I think you might be more excited than he is.”

Jisung makes his way over to you, caging his arm around your waist. “I just never grew out of the Lego phase, but luckily enough for me, I married someone who still loves me anyway.”

You leaned into his hold, laughing softly. “Yeah, yeah. I married two children.”

As you drove home with a trunk full of bricks and a car full of joy, you kept replaying it all your head— even through all the goofy smiles, an unreasonable amount of money spent, and more Legos than shelf space, this was exactly the kind of life you’d always dreamt of.

필릭스/FELIX.

The kitchen smelled like vanilla, flour dust lingered in the air, and there was already an ungodly amount of sugar coating the floor. Your daughter, Minji, stood on her little step-stool in a pastel pink apron that had “Mommy’s Little Baker” engraved on the front, sleeves bunched up, hair in uneven pigtails that Felix had proudly done himself. A smear of cinnamon clung to her cheek as a badge of honor.

“Okay, now we roll it gently,” you remind, guiding her small hands over the dough.

“I am being gentle,” Minji declared, dramatically squishing her palms into the dough with utmost concentration.

Felix snorted behind you, leaning against the marble countertop with streaks of flour across his black t-shirt. “Gentle like a baby elephant,” he teased.

Minji looks back, affronted. “Appa, ‘m not an elephant! ‘m a chef!”

“Yes, Chef Minji,” he said with a bow, laughing as he kissed the top of her head. “The most powerful cinnamon roll maker in the whole universe.”

“And Mommy is the assistant,” she added seriously, pointing at you with a cinnamon-covered finger.

“Oh, excuse me,” you giggled, saluting her. “I live to serve.”

The three of you moved in messy harmony— Felix sneaking pinches of brown sugar into his mouth, Minji narrating every step like she was filming her own little cooking show, and you trying (and failing) to keep everything somewhat tidy. Somewhere between spreading the butter and sprinkling the cinnamon sugar, Felix laced his arm around your waist, pulling you close and whispering, “still can’t believe I got to marry you.”

Your lips curve upward, feeling your face heat up. “You say that everytime we bake.”

He embeds a kiss to your temple. “Because everytime, it hits me again. Like, boom. You’re really my wife and we created the most beautiful family together.”

“Appaaaaa,” Minji groaned dramatically, scrunching her nose. “No kissy stuff while we’re cooking!”

Felix just grinned. “You’ll understand one day.”

They both looked at you with matching eyes; bright, golden, and full of the same affection that all started when you were sixteen and scribbling hearts on each other’s notebooks. It was the kind of joy that hadn’t dimmed since graduation day, when you two got married at the courthouse with nothing but dreams and cheap rings.

You watched as Minji proudly rolled up the dough, lopsided and chaotic, but beautiful, and placed it on the tray with such care.

“Do you think this one will taste like love?” She asks, peeking up at you with cinnamon-sticky fingers.

Felix ruffled her hair, smiling so wide his dimples made in appearance. “Sweetheart, with you in the kitchen? It already does.”

And just like that, your heart’s already melting faster than the frosting you were about to drizzle.

승민/SEUNGMIN.

The sun had barely risen, but Seungmin’s already pacing the living room in his Team Tigers dad cap, holding your son’s tiny glove as if it was made of gold.

“Do you think I should bring the big camera and my phone?” He debates, squinting at both intensely like he was holding a press conference and not going to a T-ball game full of six-year-olds who still ran to third base by accident.

You sipped your coffee, watching your husband buzz around like a fly, being the world’s most enthusiastic sports dad that he is. “Babe, you’re not shooting a documentary. He’s going to hit a foam ball with a plastic bat.”

Seungmin looked at you offended. “Excuse you. This is Tigers vs. Bulldogs. Game of the century.”

Your son, Sunwoo, walked in with his oversized jersey practically drowning him with mismatched socks peeking out of his cleats. “Appa, can I bring my lucky froggy?” He asked, holding the lime green plush for dear life.

“Absolutely,” Seungmin nodded seriously. “Every MVP needs a mascot.”

By the time you stepped onto the field, Seungmin had already introduced himself to the coach, made friends with two other dads, and claimed a spot along the fence with the best view. He pulled his phone out, ready to record like it’s opening day at a major league stadium.

“There he is! That’s my boy!” He shouts excitedly, zooming in as Sunwoo adjusted his cap and ran to the outfield with a tiny determined pout.

When Sunwoo missed a catch and accidentally bonked another player with his glove, Seungmin winced. “That’s okay, buddy! Nice effort! So proud of you!”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re acting like he just pitched a no-hitter.”

“He will, one day,” Seungmin voiced confidently. “Mark my words.”

When Sunwoo finally made contact with the ball, which was more of a thud than a hit, sending it rolling about five feet— Seungmin leapt to his feet like your son had just hit a grand slam.

“YES, SUNWOO! GO, GO, GO, RUN LIKE THE WIND, BUDDY!”

The other parents chuckled as your son sprinted to first base, grinning so hard his helmet slid halfway down his face. You watched Seungmin film it all, eyes shining, narrating like a proud coach.

After the game, Sunwoo ran into his arms, sweaty and smiling. “Did you see me, Appa?! I hit it!”

“I saw everything,” Seungmin beamed, crouching down to Sunwoo’s level. “I got it all on video. You’re a legend.”

You also snapped a photo of them, Sunwoo in his muddy cleats, Seungmin still in full proud dad mode, holding the phone up high with the evidence to prove it.

Right then and there, just watching them both glow under the sunlight, you knew this, exactly this, is what love is supposed to look like.

아이엔/JEONGIN.

“Appa,” your son whispered, tugging on Jeongin’s sleeve and pointing toward the crowded game booth, “I need that Snorlax.”

Jeongin followed his gaze to the oversized plush, which was nearly the size of your son himself— lounging behind a wall of neon prizes, looking as unbothered as ever. “Snorlax, huh?” He confirms, cracking his knuckles. “Say no more.”

You raised a brow. “You don’t even know how to play that game.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jeongin replied, already marching over with unbridled confidence. “For our son, I’m a man of many talents.”

You stayed back with your giggling boy, watching your husband take aim with a beanbag and dramatically miss by about two feet.

“So close!” You called out, choking on a laugh.

“That was a warm-up throw!” Jeongin shouted, waving his arms.

Four failed attempts and two near misses later, the booth worker took pity and decided to give him an extra turn. Jeongin narrowed his eyes, summoning all his dramatic flair that lead up for this moment and by some miracle, knocked the last can clean over.

He turned to your son with wide eyes. “Did you see that?!”

“I SAW IT!” Hajoon screamed, jumping up and down, flaring with excitement.

Moments later, Jeongin was parading back with a triumphant grin and an enormous Snorlax draped across his shoulders. “Mission complete.”

“You look like Snorlax’s Uber,” you teased.

He puffed out his chest. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Afterward, you spent hours wandering around the park, riding kiddie coasters, playing games, and sharing snacks. Jeongin disappeared to “go get water” and came back suspiciously sticky-lipped and a little more upbeat than usual.

Unbeknownst to you, he’d eaten three sticks of cotton candy behind the funnel cake stand.

By the time you buckled everyone into the car, Hajoon’s already dozing off with Snorlax in his lap, Jeongin was absentmindedly tapping his fingers to a silent beat and softly humming what sounded like the theme song from Pokémon— for the third time.

You gave him a little side-eye. “You good?”

“I’m great!” He assured, sounding way too enthusiastic. “Did you know cotton candy is just, like, magic? Sugar magic? I feel like I could fly home!”

“…How much did you eat?”

He looked out the window. “That’s not important.”

On the drive home, he pointed out every billboard, sang along to every dumb commercial jingle, and randomly turned around to whisper “Snorlax is watching you” to your sleeping son.

You were somewhere between exhausted and in love.

Later that night, when your sugar-crashed husband snored softly next to you, arm wrapped loosely around both you and Hajoon with Snorlax wedged somewhere at your feet, you smiled to yourself.

Even through all the chaos, sugar highs, and loudness.

It truly was the perfect day.

it’s literally 3 am and i wanna cry rn, i’m actually so sleepy and i feel like i can never finish ANYTHING at a reasonable hour but i’m happy to be finally done w this 😖💗

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running out of protections aka everybody's sooo creative! (bf!hyunjin x reader)

drabble | bf!hyunjin x reader au genre: very light smut (just in case…but mostly crack) | crack warnings: mature suggestive content | language summary: you’re finally about to get SOME with your boyfriend but... uh oh. no condoms. disaster strikes. hyunjin, ever the dramatic creative genius, tries to solve the problem… with plastic wrap. a/n : please do NOT try this at home lol. saran wrap is for leftovers, not your love life. don't forget to wrap it before you tap it you hoes

you’re on the bed. it’s late. the lights are low. spotify is playing something vaguely sexy but honestly you stopped noticing the music after the second makeout session.

his hands are everywhere. your shirt? pushed up. his sweatpants? around one ankle. your legs? tangled. your breath? gone.

he’s kissing down your neck, moaning into your skin. his hand slides into your underwear and jesus take the wheel, you gasp.

it’s happening. this is it. you are moments away from finally doing the deed after a week of teasing, bad timing, and one horrifying moment when changbin walked in to borrow toothpaste.

hyunjin pauses “wait”

you open your eyes, dazed “huh?”

“condom?” he breathes, blinking down at you, lips red and pupils blown.

you blink back. “drawer?”

he nods. dramatic. heroic. pants halfway down, he dives off the bed and immediately trips over a hoodie on the floor and faceplants into the carpet.

you roll your eyes“oh my god.”

hyunjin muffled “i’m fine.”

he army crawls to the nightstand, still pantsless. opens the top drawer. freezes. opens the second one. then… the third. silence.

“…hyunjin???” no answer. you sit up. “what’s wrong.”

he turns slowly, face pale “we’re out.”

you blink. “no we’re not. check again.”

“i did. twice. and i even looked in the emergency sock.”

you gasp. “not the emergency sock.”

“it’s EMPTY. we’re animals”

you sigh, disappointed and… yeah, a little frustrated “okay. well. then it’s over. no big deal.”

“no big deal??” he gasps. “BABE. my body was READY. my soul is NAKED.”

you cross your arms “well i’m not doing anything without protection”

he sits up slowly, a glint in his eyes “i’ll make one”

you pause “what.”

he stands. “i’ll make one”

“…what.”

“i have saran wrap. and tape.”

“WHAT.”

he’s already sprinting to the kitchen. you chase after him in nothing but a tshirt.

“hyunjin don’t you DARE”

“i’m doing this FOR US” he calls, yanking open drawers “for SAFETY. for SCIENCE. for SEX.”

he slams a roll of plastic wrap on the counter like a mad scientist.

“okay, so if i fold it like this...”

“STOP.”

“...and wrap it twice for protection”

“STOP RIGHT THERE.”

“...and add a little masking tape”

“ARE YOU TRYING TO GET AN INFECTION??”

he spins around “NO I’M TRYING TO GET SOME AFFECTION”

you grab the saran wrap. he clutches it like a child losing his blankie.

“hwang hyunjin, if you put leftover sandwich wrap on your dick, i will call your mom”

he gasps “low blow”

“this entire situation is a low blow”

“you’re just mad you didn’t think of it first”

“OH MY GOD”

he folds his arms “then what’s the point of me learning origami if i can’t use it for sex”

“you are NOT learning origami you maniac!”

“...okay, true. but i believe in myself”

you groan, grab two capri suns from the fridge, and drag him back to the couch like a toddler mid tantrum.

cut to: 20 minutes later. you’re both in pajamas. face masks on. watching a baking show. sipping capri sun like nothing happened.

he looks over, sad “we were so close. i had a plan.”

you side eye him. “you were going to macgyver a condom”

“and?”

“you were about to stick your dick in a taco shaped plastic balloon.”

“it would’ve been beautiful.”

you smirk. “baby, you have a hot face. but your brain is held together by string cheese”

he grins proudly “you think i have a hot face?”

you stare at him “you literally tried to commit craft based cock crimes.”

he shrugs “if loving you means turning into a DIY guru, so be it.”

you chuckle. “okay, guru. next time, just… restock.”

he grabs your hand. dramatic. “i’ll buy a whole box. i’ll buy ten. i’ll get a COSTCO MEMBERSHIP”

you: “okay now that’s hot.”

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DISCLAIMER : This blog and all related content (fics, fake texts, headcanons, imagines, etc.) are entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. I do not know Stray Kids personally, nor do I claim any of this reflects their real personalities, actions, or relationships. All characters and their personalities—including Meena King—are original creations.Please enjoy responsibly and remember : real people = real boundaries.

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Goddamn 😳😳😳🫠🫠🫠🥵🥵🥵

press play to ruin me ! (hyung line)

i present: stray kids and their own, private porn collection!

genre: pure smut, nsfw, sub!reader, dom!skz, recording kink, minors do not interact please word count: about 3k warnings: unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, recording during sex, degradation, praise, light bondage, creampie, overstimulation, cum play, possessive behavior a/n: happy 1k you filthy little pervs 🫶 you asked for filth and i delivered. these boys can’t keep it in their pants or off their camera roll 🫠 enjoy xoxo

(방찬) BANG CHAN

You don’t even see the phone at first. You just see him. Shirt off, hair pushed back, sweat gleaming at his temples. The way he stares at you, hungry, locked in, like you’re not even a person, just something warm and soft and his.

“Spread your legs for me,” he murmurs, voice dipped low like honey and gravel.

You do it without thinking. Of course you do. You always do. Chan climbs onto the bed, thick thighs bracketing your hips. He runs his hand up your stomach, pushing your shirt higher until your tits spill out. He laughs under his breath when he sees how hard your nipples are. Brushes a thumb over one, watches your back arch.

“You ready to be good for me?” he asks, tone teasing, a little condescending.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please—“

“Shhh. Gotta make sure you’re really ready.”

He shifts, and that’s when you see it, his phone, propped up on the nightstand. Camera pointed right at your spread, needy body.

Your breath catches. “Chan, are you filming?”

He just grins, leaning down to kiss you, sweet and slow, tongue dipping into your mouth like he owns every sound you make.

“Course I am, baby. Gotta keep a memory of my good girl, right? So you can watch it later when you miss my cock.”

You try to close your legs, but he’s already there, big hands forcing your knees wider, his thumb slipping down to press against your clit. He circles it lazily, just enough pressure to make you gasp.

“Look at you squirm,” he murmurs, glancing at the screen to make sure it’s all in frame. “So shy now? But you were begging for it ten minutes ago. You think I’m gonna waste that pretty begging voice?”

You whine. He spits on his fingers, rubs it into your cunt, slow and filthy. The slick sound makes your face burn.

“Gonna fill you up so good,” Chan growls, more to himself than to you. “Gonna stuff you full, watch it all drip out for the camera. You’ll watch it with me later, see how pretty you look when you take every drop.”

He lines himself up, thick head pressing at your entrance. Doesn’t push in yet, just teases, nudging your hole until your hips buck up desperately.

“Beg for it. The camera’s on. Be good for me.” You bite your lip. “Please, Chan. Please, need you—need your cock—”

“That’s it,” he groans, finally sinking in, slow and punishing, bottoming out so deep you swear he’s splitting you in half. The stretch is obscene, he’s big, he knows it, he loves it.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hisses. “Look at the camera, baby. Let ‘em see that pretty fucked-out face.”

He sets a brutal pace—slow enough to feel every inch, deep enough to make you sob. His hand grips your jaw, forcing your gaze at the phone while he pounds into you like he’s trying to rearrange your guts.

“Don’t look away. You wanna cum? You keep those eyes right on the lens.” You do. Because you’ll do anything for him. Because you love how filthy it feels, how owned you feel.

And when you break, when your back arches and your thighs shake, Chan doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it, talks you through it, praises you for being so good for the camera while your pussy milks him for everything he’s got.

He cums deep, hips grinding down, making sure it’s all caught in perfect, ruinous detail, his cock buried inside you, your cunt fluttering around him, cum leaking out slow and warm.

He pulls out just enough to push his thumb against your hole, forcing his spend to stay inside. “Don’t waste a drop, sweetheart,” he pants, voice low and wrecked. “Gotta make it look good for the next time we watch it together.”

(리노) LEE MINHO

“You wore this for me?” Minho’s voice is low, rough, the kind of dark velvet that always means trouble.

You’re on your knees, lace panties pulled halfway down your thighs, matching bra straps barely hanging onto your shoulders. The sheer black fabric does nothing to hide how hard your nipples are, how soaked the crotch of your panties is. You’re a mess. Already. And he hasn’t even touched you yet.

He’s staring like he’s trying to decide what to ruin first.

“I asked you a question.” His foot nudges your knee wider. “Don’t make me repeat myself again.” You swallow. “Y-Yes. I wanted to surprise you.”

A grin curls at the corners of his mouth, all sharp and cruel. “You’re lucky I like surprises.” Minho doesn’t even let you stand up—he grabs you by the chin, tilts your face up, and plants a filthy kiss on your lips. Tongue deep, biting, possessive. You try to chase after it when he pulls away, but he just chuckles and lets you fall forward onto your hands like a pet begging for scraps.

“Stay.” He moves around you, boots clicking against the floor, and you hear the unmistakable click of his phone camera turning on.

You blink. “W-Wait—Minho, are you—”

“Oh, I’m filming,” he says, deadpan. “You think I’d let you get all dolled up in this little fuck-me set and not immortalize it?” He crouches behind you, the phone held steady in one hand while his other palm glides slowly, deliberately over your ass. “Look at you. Goddamn. You wanted me to make a video, didn’t you?”

You squirm, your face hot. “No—”

A sharp slap to your ass. “Try again.”

You shudder. “...Yes.”

“That’s better.” The next thing you know, your panties are off and your wrists are tied to the base of the bed with Minho’s belt. Your legs are spread wide with his hand gripping your inner thigh, holding you open for the camera like you’re nothing but a toy. His fingers slide through your folds, spreading your slick across your puffy cunt like he’s showing off his favorite work of art.

“Say hi to the camera, sweetheart.” You whimper, and he slaps your pussy just to make you moan louder. “I said say hi.”

“Hi,” you cry out, voice shaking.

He laughs like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard. “That’s my good little slut.”

Minho makes you look directly into the camera while he fucks you with two fingers, curling them just right to make your back arch. The squelch is obscene—wet and messy and loud enough to make you cringe. But he loves it. Keeps the camera close to your dripping hole, watching it twitch and clench around his fingers as you grind back like a needy bitch.

“I should send this to the group chat,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. “Let them see what kind of pathetic little cumdump you are for me.”

You cry out, but he just slaps your ass again and drives his fingers deeper.

“Don’t act shy now. You knew what this was. You begged me to ruin you.”

And ruin you he does. He fucks you on camera until you’re drooling. Until your mascara runs. Until your voice is hoarse from screaming his name. Then he flips you over and makes you ride him while he holds the phone steady, filming your tits bouncing and your eyes rolling back as you fuck yourself stupid on his cock.

“God, look at you,” he pants, sweat dripping from his hairline. “Fucked out and still going. You’re disgusting. You’re perfect.”

You cum with your fingers digging into his shoulders, sobbing into his neck while he fucks you through it, still filming, still degrading you sweetly. And when he finally cums inside you—deep, thick, a lot—he doesn’t pull out. No. He lifts you up by the hips and tilts the camera down to catch the exact moment his cum starts to spill out of your cunt.

He zooms in. Moans. Then shoves two fingers in to push it back in, just to see your stomach twitch again.

“This one’s going in my favorites,” he says, kissing your cheek like he didn’t just film your entire breakdown. “Might even watch it next time I jerk off.”

(창빈) SEO CHANGBIN

You swear you didn’t mean for him to find the folder. But he did. One accidental flash of your phone screen, the folder in your camera roll named “bin only 🫦” and that was it. The switch flipped.

Now you’re on your knees on his bedroom floor, knees red from the carpet, wrists tied behind your back with his gym shirt, the one that still smells like him, sweat and soap and a promise you’re not leaving that spot until he says so.

He’s on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, legs spread wide. Thick cock resting heavy against his thigh, flushed and leaking, the sight of it alone making your throat clench.

“Look at this,” Changbin scoffs, voice low, hot. He tilts the phone down to you, the screen shows you, legs spread, fingers buried in your own cunt, whimpering his name. “You filmed this for me?” he asks, tone dripping with mock sweetness. His free hand threads through your hair, tight at the roots. “Or were you gonna send it to someone else?”

You whimper. “You, only for you —”

“That’s right.” He tightens his grip and forces your head back. “You’re mine. My little fucktoy. My pretty slut. All these videos—” he swipes through them slowly, each one worse than the last, you bent over the bathroom sink, riding your pillow, whining like a bitch in heat “and not one of them’s got my cock in it.”

He clicks record. “Well, we’re fixing that.”

The next few minutes are a blur. He starts with your mouth. Forces your lips open with two fingers, spits on your tongue, taps his leaking cockhead against it until precum smears your lips glossy and ruined.

“You love this shit, don’t you?” he snarls, angling the camera down to catch the way your mouth opens wider, the desperate little whimper in your throat. “Look at you. Fucking drooling. Pathetic.”

You try to say yes, but it’s muffled when he pushes inside, slow at first, letting you feel every inch, then faster, rougher, until your nose bumps his abs and you’re gagging around him. He holds your head still with both hands now, phone propped on his knee, filming every sloppy, wet gag that echoes off his walls.

When your eyes water, he moans. When you gag, he groans. When your throat tightens and you swallow around him, he laughs, deep and low, filthy and fond.

“Look at the camera baby,” he pants. “Open those pretty eyes. Wanna see how fucked you look while you choke on daddy’s cock.”

Your vision’s blurry but you try — you really do — blinking up at the lens while tears run hot down your cheeks. He pulls out with a wet pop, slaps his cock against your tongue so hard it stings. “Good girl. Messy little slut. You think you deserve a reward for that?”

You nod, mindless. He drags you up by the hair, pushes you down onto the bed on all fours, flips the camera to catch your ass in the air, your thighs slick and shaking.

He doesn’t ease in. He never does. He splits you open, one brutal thrust that knocks the air from your lungs and makes your vision white out. The stretch is insane — you’re soaked, but it still burns, and he loves it.

“Say hi,” Changbin growls behind you, phone catching every bounce of your ass against his thighs. “Say hi to the camera, pretty girl.”

You slur it out, hi, choked and broken, half moan, half sob.

“That’s it. Let everyone see what this pussy’s for.”

He fucks you like he’s mad at you, like your cunt owes him rent and he’s collecting every overdue penny in bruises, gasps, slick-slick-slick sounds that echo in the filthy little recording he’ll probably watch on the treadmill tomorrow, pretending it’s just “music.”

He presses your cheek into the mattress, phone right there to catch your fucked-out expression. He reaches around, rubs your clit just to watch you cry.

“Gonna cum for me? Gonna squirt all over daddy’s cock for the camera?”

You can’t even answer. You’re too busy gasping, trembling, trying to breathe around the way his dick keeps hitting that spot that makes you see god. “Shh — don’t fight it. Be a good girl. Make a mess for daddy’s camera.”

And you do. You break apart all at once, a sob, a scream, your thighs shaking so hard he has to pin you down to keep you from crawling away. He doesn’t pull out. Not yet. When he cums, it’s deep, thick, hot, so much you swear you feel it leaking before he’s even done pumping you full.

“Smile,” he pants, voice ruined, breathless. “Smile for daddy’s camera. Show everyone what a good little cumdump you are.” When he pulls out, he films the mess — your hole twitching, stretched wide, his cum spilling out only for him to push it back in with two fingers, just to watch you shudder all over again.

(현진) HWANG HYUNJIN

It starts with a mirror. Of course it does. Hyunjin’s obsessed with reflections. The way they catch the light, catch you, catch the way your body folds for him. He sets you up in front of his big bedroom mirror, lights low, phone propped perfectly against a stack of books, camera trained on the two of you like it’s a private fucking film shoot.

And it is. “On your knees. Right here.”

His voice is gentle but his grip isn’t—he tugs you down by the hair until you’re kneeling between his spread thighs, your reflection showing just how ruined you look before he’s even touched you. Lacy panties already soaked through. Eyes wide, glassy, fixed on the massive bulge straining against his sweatpants.

Hyunjin laughs when you whimper.

“Aw, baby. Look how needy you are already. Do you know how pretty you look like this?” He picks up his phone, flips it so you can see the live view—your own face staring back at you, pupils blown wide, lips parted. He drags the camera down your body, lingering on the way your thighs squeeze together like you’re shy.

“You gonna show the camera how good you suck my cock?”

You nod, but he slaps your cheek lightly—just enough sting to make your pussy clench.

“Use your words.”

“Y-Yes. Wanna show you—wanna be good—”

“That’s my girl.”

When he pulls his cock out, it’s already flushed, veins thick along the shaft. He taps the tip against your lips, smearing precum over your mouth. Smiles when you dart your tongue out to taste it, so obedient, so hungry for him.

He doesn’t push all the way in. Not yet. He makes you lick him first—slow, messy stripes from base to tip, your eyes locked on the mirror the whole time. One hand tangled in your hair, the other holding the phone steady as you drool all over his dick.

“Look at yourself,” Hyunjin purrs. “See how pretty you look with your mouth stuffed full of daddy’s cock?”

You moan around him. He thrusts deeper, slow, then harder when you gag. Tears spill down your cheeks and he groans like he’s watching the best art film of his life.

“Fuck, you look so good like this. Cry for me, baby. Cry all over my cock.”

You do. Of course you do. When he’s had enough of your throat, he pulls out with a wet pop, your lips slick, chin shiny with spit and precum. He lifts your face to the mirror, phone still recording every second.

“See that? See that messy little mouth? That’s mine.”

And then he’s behind you, kneeling, spreading you open so the mirror reflects everything. His cock head slides through your folds, teasing your clit until you’re whining, pushing back for more.

He chuckles, low and mean.

“So desperate. So fucking cute. Beg for it.”

“Please—Hyunjin, please, fuck me—”

“Good girl.”

He slides in slow, bottoming out in one smooth thrust that knocks the air from your lungs. The stretch is perfect, painful, perfect, his hands tight on your hips to hold you still. “Keep your eyes open,” he growls in your ear, phone catching the mirror view of your fucked-out face. “Watch yourself. Watch how pretty you look taking daddy’s cock.”

He sets a brutal pace, hips snapping against your ass, the slap of skin so loud it echoes under your broken moans. His free hand sneaks around to toy with your clit, rolling it just right until your legs shake.

“You gonna cum? Gonna make a mess for the camera, baby?”

You nod frantically, eyes rolling back. He grabs your cheeks, forces your gaze forward.

“Eyes open. Want you to see exactly what you look like when you break.”

And you do, see the moment your mouth drops open, your thighs clamp tight, your cunt spasms around him so hard you swear you black out for a second.

Hyunjin fucks you through it. Doesn’t slow down. Just moans how tight you are, how perfect, how he’s gonna fill you up so good it leaks all over the mirror.

He pulls out at the last second—grips his cock tight, jerks himself over your back with his phone filming the whole thing. Warm ropes of cum splatter your ass, your lower back, your thighs, dripping down so pretty it looks staged.

“Stay still,” he pants, breath hot against your ear. “Gotta get this part. Look at that, fuck, look how pretty you look covered in me.”

Later, when you’re half-asleep, sore, mind fuzzy, he’ll curl up behind you, phone on the pillow, replaying every ruined, sloppy second until you can’t look anymore.

He’ll whisper, voice soft but wicked, “Next time we’re sending it to your phone too. So you never forget who owns this pretty little body.”

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Promised you forever

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader

genre: fluff, smut, pinch of angst

wc: 24.7k

warnings: multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, creampies, oral (m and f), fingering, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy

synopsis: after 6 years of being away from the village you grew up in, you're finally visiting your grandparents. you're excited to spend time with them, but your heart beats faster at the thought of seeing your first love.

a/n: this fic is for my twin from another continent @jehhskz 🩷 thank you for always supporting my works, being on this journey with me and yapping about our sweet hyune and whatever else!! i hope you enjoy reading this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it, happy birthday🥹🩷🫶🏻

~ divider by: @sweetmelodygraphics

their song🩷

A long exhale left your parted lips, right as you pressed your forehead against the cold window of the car, shutting your eyes tightly.

'Get it together, y/n!', you thought to yourself.

But how could you get it together when you were currently driving towards the place you left almost 6 years ago, the place you haven't even stepped foot in while you finished college and tried to build the career you always wanted in the city?

How could you get it together when you couldn't stop replaying the song that once brought you happy memories that were now just a part of your past, filling you up with melancholy?

How could you get it together when you know he still lives there and it's inevitable that you will run into him? Your heart skipped a beat the moment you thought of that.

How would he react? Would he ignore you as if he never knew you? Would he run into your arms, like you knew you'd feel the urge to do as soon as your eyes land on his? Would he just greet you politely, like you haven't already exchanged your breaths, your innocence, whispers of love, tangled your tongues and your hearts?

Did he move on?

You wouldn't blame him if he did, after all, you were the one who left him when you had promised to always stay by his side.

You called your grandparents earlier to let them know you'll be visiting, finally after so many years, you had to be there to celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary, you wouldn't miss it for anything in the world. They practically raised you while your parents worked out of the village and you always admired the tender love they had for each other, spending so many years together and going through so much that just made their bond stronger.

You were tempted to ask your grandmother about Hyunjin, what he was doing now or if he had a significant other. But, you had bitten your tongue, too scared to find out the answer to your question.

You only hoped he didn't hate you.

Hyunjin. The boy that smiled shyly at you when you were just five years old, when his mother had brought him to your house for a play date while the parents have some 'grown up time'. You returned the shy smile, playing with the fabric of your nice dress, the one your mom made you wear, saying something about a 'good impression'. The awkwardness between you disappeared pretty quickly, as soon as you showed him your favorite toys, the two of you started playing together in your yard, between all the dirt and the flowers. Your mother had scolded you later for ruining your dress but your grandmother calmed her down, telling her how the dress paled in comparison to having a good time with a new friend.

Hyunjin and you had at least two play dates a week which turned into three, then four, soon you became inseparable; especially when you started going to school together. Both of you were pretty frightened about that change, standing in front of the school gate so Hyunjin reached out to hold your hand, squeezing it reassuringly as your little cheeks became rosy.

He was your best friend, your first and last crush.

Years of being by his side, watching him grow and growing with him, you couldn't imagine your life without him. Hyunjin knew almost everything about you as you did with him and when both of you started high school, something changed.

He was growing up, he was different than before and you started looking at him differently. Before, you were used to the feeling you got when he touched your hand but now it seemed more electrifying. Hyunjin felt the same, suddenly becoming a stuttering mess next to you, staring at you with shiny eyes and a dumb smile on his face while you'd come home from school every day with butterflies in your stomach and a new diary entry to write.

You noticed how pretty his smile was, how gentle his voice sounded when he spoke your name, how his eyes were trained on your lips one too many times. Hyunjin noticed how your silky hair fell over your shoulders, the way you'd flip it back when he called out to you, how you'd smile at him with rosy cheeks.

Then one night while you were sleeping, Hyunjin couldn't hold back anymore. He sneaked out of his room, stalking down the road quietly to your house, you were only a few minutes away from his place. He stood beneath your window, his palms clammy, heart pounding against his chest, his throat completely dry. There was no going back now. You were awakened by the sounds of little stones hitting your window and confusedly you sat up, squinting towards the direction where the sound was coming from.

"What the-" you started as you stood up. You quietly walked over to your window and peeked down.

"Hyunjin?" you wondered to yourself before opening the window abruptly just as he lifted his hand up and threw another little rock, almost hitting you straight in the face but you dodged with a gasp as it landed behind you.

"Bunny! I'm so sorry!" he panicked immediately, flailing his long arms, the nickname he always used for you making your stomach flutter.

"What are you doing here? It's 2am." you asked confusedly.

"Let me come up please. I need to talk to you." Hyunjin looked nervous, shifting from one foot to the other, chewing on his lip and playing with his fingers.

"Can't this wait until the morning?" your brain was still half asleep and the chilly air from the outside made you shiver in the little nightgown you had on.

"I mean... I guess it can. It's just I don't know if I will have courage tomorrow." he mumbled, looking down and kicking around the little rocks with his foot.

"Fine. Come on up." you said and Hyunjin climbed quickly even though you scolded him, reminding him to be careful and quiet.

"Sorry." he sheepishly smiled at you when you grabbed his wrists and pulled him inside, but his foot got stuck which ended in you falling backwards on your butt and him sprawled on the floor on his hands and knees, hovering over you.

"Hyunjin!" you grunted in pain. "If my grandparents find you here-"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" he whispered and the two of you just sat there quietly, trying to hear if there was any indication that someone was coming to your door.

But it was dead quiet, except for the crickets outside of your house and the loud thumping of your heart so both of you let out a breath of relief.

"What did you need to tell me?" you asked after the two of you sat down, you on your bed and Hyunjin on the chair. He stood up abruptly, a shaky breath leaving his lips. Hyunjin rubbed his hands together as he looked away from you. You were suddenly worried, knowing he rarely gets this serious.

"I've been hiding this from you for a while but I can't hold it back anymore, even if you don't feel the same about me I need you to know how I feel because otherwise my chest will burst." he babbled, looking at you nervously.

"Jinnie, what are you talking about?" you asked with brows furrowed, your heartbeat picking up speed.

"I like you. More than friends. As in I'd like to kiss you and hold your hand and have it mean something more than just 'best friends'. I want to be your boyfriend." he blurted out, heart wilding in his chest as he scanned your face, looking for a reaction.

Your lips parted as you stared at him quietly for a moment, trying to process what he was saying. Your dear, sweet Jinnie who you were in love with for years was confessing to you? Looking so nervous and adorable, telling you he wants to kiss you and be yours?

You wished you could scream. So, you did just that. You grabbed your pillow and muffled your excited scream with it as Hyunjin stared at you with wide eyes.

"Um. Are you okay?" he chuckled awkwardly.

"Not really." you shook your head. "Sorry, it's just... I like you too, Jinnie. And I'd love to kiss you and be yours."

"Oh." he stood awkwardly in place like he wasn't expecting a positive answer.

"Are you gonna kiss me now?" you asked sheepishly after a moment of silence.

"Can I?" he looked excited and nervous as he came closer to you and you stood up slowly, nodding at him.

"I- You know I've never kissed anyone before." he said quietly.

"Me neither. It's okay." you gently took his hand in yours and Hyunjin felt the familiar comfort you always gave to him, reaching into his soul even now.

You stared into each other's eyes for a moment, letting the dust settle and the reality sink in, smiles creeping up on your faces as you slowly leaned in. Lips against lips pressed together and your eyes fluttered shut, your entire body buzzing.

Hyunjin squeezed your hand, his other hand tentatively touching the side of your waist as you placed your hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat underneath your fingers.

Everything fell into place then, you were his and he was yours-

"Miss? Miss, we're here." you snapped out of your reminiscing session as the driver pulled up to your grandparents house. You almost forgot how tiny the village is, how cozy and familiar all of it is. The dirt roads you walked on, mostly with Hyunjin by your side, the little forest that led to a clearing you used for picnic dates and stargazing, your grandmother's colorful garden, the porch she always sat on, admiring the flowers she helped grow. Even the air smelled familiar and it was almost as if you had never left.

"Let me help with your bags." the man said as you walked out of the car, taking a deep breath of fresh air into your lungs.

"Thank you." you said as he pulled out your suitcase. "Careful with those, please!" you added as the driver struggled, finally managing to put both of your suitcases down.

You missed the annoyed look he gave you while you put on your lipgloss, making sure your lips were nice and plump as you checked yourself out in the little pocket mirror.

"Oh, right." you remembered. "Here." you opened your wallet and grabbed some bills, paying the driver and leaving him a nice tip.

Before you could close your wallet, something caught your eye. A little picture of you and Hyunjin, where he was holding you from behind, both of your faces rosy with big smiles as you were chuckling together. You sighed and closed your wallet quickly, shoving it into your bag.

"Thanks for the tip, miss. Have a nice day." the man rounded his car.

"You too." you waved and he turned on his car while you stepped back as the screeching tires lifted up the dirt.

"Ugh." you made a disgusted face, turning around to pull your suitcases with you. After a struggle with the luggage, you managed to finally make the little wheels roll as you walked into the driveway of your childhood home.

"Shit!" your heart leaped out of your chest when your foot got stuck and you pulled, gasping once again when you realized your heel broke.

"Great. Just what I need." you rolled your eyes. Not a good beginning to this visit, you thought.

"Oh, she's here!" you heard the warm, familiar voice belonging to your grandma.

"Nana!" you called out to your grandma as she made her way to you, surprisingly agile for her age. "Oh!" you gasped when she gave you a bone crushing hug.

"Oh, how I missed you my child!" she was already pinching your cheeks as you groaned, noticing your grandfather had just walked out on the porch.

"There's my favorite grandchild." he said with a wink and you shook your, chuckling.

"Of course I'm your favorite when I'm the only one." you laughed quietly and grandma shushed you.

"Don't ruin his jokes, it makes him happy." she nudged you with a wink and you nodded.

"Come here." your grandpa kissed your cheeks, taking a moment to look at you.

"You look all serious and business-y." he said and you chuckled, looking down at your attire.

You were still wearing the suit you'd usually wear to work and the heels that were now broken.

"My heel broke." you remembered and you grandma started laughing.

"Honey, you can forget about heels here. I hope you brought some comfortable shoes that are dirt friendly." she joked as your grandpa helped with your luggage.

As soon as you walked into the house, you were hit with an even bigger wave of nostalgia than the one slowly building in your soul while you drove towards the village. They haven't changed almost anything, all the decoration was the same, everything smelled the same and familiar, like the home you grew up in never changed.

Like you never changed.

"Are you hungry, my child?"

"Oh yes." you nodded at your grandma eagerly, happy to be eating her home-cooked food.

"Good, wash your hands and join us for dinner."

She gave you some house slippers as you threw your poor broken heels aside and after washing your hands, you joined them at the table.

"So, how is the big city treating you?" your grandpa asked and you caught them up on your work, friends, your apartment, anything about the city you thought was worth mentioning.

"How are things here?" you asked after they listened to you, interested in your new experiences.

"Oh, you know. There is always something to do here. We have the house, the garden, the chickens, the goats. We are not as young and strong as we were once before but we are used to working. Plus, someone always comes to help out." nana explained.

"Like who?" you asked absentmindedly, chewing on the salad.

"Well, do you remember Chan? He was always a nice boy, that one. He got married recently but he still comes to help out with some repairs the house needs."

"Chan got married? Wow." you chuckled, it made sense. He had the same girlfriend for years and he was older than you so you weren't that surprised.

"And of course, Hyunjin." you grandma gave you a knowing smile as your entire body froze and you almost choked on your salad.

"Hyunjin got married?!" you spat out and your grandma gasped and then started laughing.

"No, dear, no." she chuckled at your reaction. "I meant Hyunjin comes here to help a lot. He repainted the entire kitchen and living room. Helps out with the animals and the garden when he isn't working on his farm. Or working around with other people, helping them build their houses and things like that."

"Oh..." you swallowed. "So, you see him a lot?"

"Yeah, almost every day!" grandpa chuckled. "He even joined us for breakfast this morning."

You suddenly felt a knot forming in your stomach. Hyunjin spent more time in your home, with your family than you did.

"Does he... does he have someone? You know. A partner." your voice broke a little as you blinked your tears away. You hated how you always cried easily, especially when it's about Hyunjin.

"No, he only works." your grandma frowned. "That boy never stops from early in the morning until late night hours. He just works and works his days away."

Somehow, that made you feel a little more at ease even though your heart still hurt.

"He asks about you, you know." grandma added.

You almost choked on your food again.

"He does?" you swallowed quickly, deciding that your appetite is now gone.

"Yeah. He asks if you're healthy, if you're doing good."

"Oh."

The weight of your grandma's words settled in your heart, heavy like a rock even as you tried to distract yourself with washing dishes and helping her clean up.

"Your room is the same as it was always. We never touched or removed anything." your grandma smiled at you, her hand gentle on your cheek.

"You should go see Hyunjin." she added.

"I- Maybe later." your throat dried up and you needed a moment to yourself, a moment to gather your thoughts. You walked up the stairs to your room as soon as you finished cleaning up, pulling your suitcases up with you. When the door creaked open, you were greeted by your past.

Your grandparents really left everything intact.

You stopped in your tracks after closing the door, too scared to move so you wouldn't disrupt the memories you were witnessing in your mind. Countless times Hyunjin and you spent here, ever since you were kids all the way up to the end of high school and the summer before you left for good. He was everywhere in that room. He sat on your windowsill, he paced around the floor, he swayed backwards on your chair (falling on his butt one too many times), he laid on your bed, kissing you and telling you how much he loves you.

There were polaroid pictures of you on the left side of your table, the drawings he gave you as a gift, your favorite teddy bear he got you for your one year anniversary still propped up against your pillows... You opened your drawer and found your diaries, his name scribbled on the pages, on your heart. You picked up one of the polaroids as your other hand automatically went to your chest. The couple necklaces you shared, one half of a heart was still around your neck, hidden under your shirt and close to your heart, the other one was still with him or maybe it wasn't. Maybe he threw it away after you left and never came back, not even returning his calls or texts.

"Hyunjin..." you whispered as you smiled at the picture, him with his hair over his eyes trying to make a scary face and you in the back, your hands on his shoulders as you stood on your tippy toes and put your tongue out, making a silly face.

Suddenly, you were overcome by emotions and tears spilled from your eyes. You loved him your entire life. And even if you tried to escape that feeling, you never really could. Hyunjin grew roots inside your heart and he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. You let yourself cry for a moment, hugging the teddy bear as you sat on your bed.

Should you go see him?

He has every right to be mad at you and you were scared of him turning a cold shoulder. But then again, your grandma said he asks for you. Maybe he is just curious?

Either way, you weren't ready to face him yet.

You decided to unpack and shower, change into something more comfortable and hopefully catch up on sleep.

But as soon as you got into your bed, sleep wouldn't come to you, no matter how quiet and peaceful the village was in comparison to the city and how comfortable your old bed was. Your mind drifted off to that night when Hyunjin snuck in, right before your prom.

Six years ago

"Hey, little bunny." Hyunjin had climbed through the window that you left open for him, knocking down one of your books from the shelf next to it in the process.

"Hyun!" you scolded him with a chuckle.

"I know, I know. I'm trying to be quiet." he whispered, lifting his arms up in defeat.

"Come here, clumsy." you giggled and he practically skipped to you, his long arms wrapping around your smaller frame and pulling you into him.

"I'm so excited for tomorrow." your voice was muffled by his chest and he chuckled.

"Me too. I hope I don't step on your toes." he grimaced and you looked up at him, your fingers tangled in his long dark hair.

"You won't. You're a great dancer and we practiced a lot." you smiled, caressing the back of his neck and Hyunjin melted, his arms tightening around you.

"Yes, but when I'm nervous I can't control my body." he whined with a pout. "There will be other people there, looking at us and-"

"You'll do fine, trust me." you interrupted his nervous babbling. "Just imagine it's the two of us, like right now." you swayed slowly and he followed you, exhaling and pressing his forehead against yours.

"I love you, little bunny." he whispered.

"I love you too, Jinnie." you whispered back and his lips were on yours instantly. Hands explored awkwardly as you were backed into your bed, falling down with Hyunjin on top of you. You had messed around like this before, his hands under your nightgown, fingers dipping into your underwear, your hand wrapped around his length.

"H-Hyunjin?" you whimpered as he slowly pumped his fingers inside you, kissing your neck.

"Yes, doll?" he whispered back, the nickname giving you shivers.

"I'm ready. For... you know. I wanna go all the way with you." you bit on your lip as his eyes widened.

"Are you- are you sure? I can wait for you for however long you need. You don't have to feel pressured." he shook his head, pulling his fingers out.

"No, no. I am sure. I love you and I want to be yours completely." you gripped at his shoulders and Hyunjin's heart leaped out of his chest as he smiled sweetly at you.

"I want to be yours completely too. Be your first and your last. And you mine."

"Jinnie." you almost started crying from the overwhelming feelings, your lips quickly finding his. Hyunjin was a little awkward, unsure of himself and scared that he'll hurt you or do something wrong but he was still gentle, trying to put you first even though he was more excited than ever to have you like this and be connected with you.

"I have condoms in the drawer." you pointed at the nightstand and he narrowed his eyes at you.

"You were planning this?" his face became as red as a tomato.

"I mean, yeah." you nodded, the color of your cheeks matching his. "I've wanted this with you for some time but I was nervous to tell you." you admitted.

"You're so cute, bunny." Hyunjin giggled, caressing your cheek gently with his knuckles.

"Ugh." you groaned in embarrassment while he kept chuckling, reaching for the drawer.

The moment he started pushing in, the world around you disappeared and you were concentrated only on him.

"Does it hurt?" Hyunjin asked as he kept filling you up gently.

"A little." you gasped, it was definitely a bigger stretch than his fingers.

"I'm sorry." he looked guilty immediately. "Do you want me to stop?"

"N-no. Keep going." you whispered, holding onto his upper back.

Hyunjin's eyes fluttered shut when he bottomed out inside you, his entire body was buzzing, his heart was beating fast and he was trying to gather all the mental and physical strength not to finish too quickly.

"Y/n." he gasped when he finally opened his eyes and looked at you, a sweet lovestruck expression on your face, your eyes sparkling, all for him, all his.

"Hyunjin." you moaned at the way he felt inside you and the way he looked at you, like you hung all the stars in the sky just for him.

"I adore you, bunny." Hyunjin said gently and your heart bursted right then and there.

"I adore you too." you whispered back.

He slowly started moving inside you, whispering words of love and praise the entire time as you clutched onto him and returned his praises.

You've never felt like that before, completely and utterly loved by him, connected with him.

Which made it harder for you to give him the news you were supposed to tomorrow after prom.

Present time

You were rudely awakened at 5am when the rooster in your nana's backyard started crowing loudly.

"Ugh!" you forgot about all the charms of living in a village as you grabbed the pillow and put it over your face, a muffled 'shut up' pressed into it. You waited for a few moments, throwing the pillow aside and turning to your left, coming face to face with the teddy bear Hyunjin gave you, which of course you named 'Jinnie' back then, making your boyfriend laugh adoringly at you.

"Good morning, Jinnie." you said to the teddy, pulling the plushie closer to you as you hugged it and sighed. "Guess I should get up." you added with a shrug before stretching and then getting up.

You opened up your wardrobe, choosing to wear a red dress with a dainty floral print on it and got ready in your room, listening to music just like you did every day before school or a date with your boyfriend years ago. You opened up another drawer in your table and gasped when you saw the corsage that Hyunjin gave to you when he came to pick you up before prom.

You clutched it in your hand and thought back to that night, when Hyunjin came to pick you up.

Six years ago

To say Hyunjin was nervous was an understatement. He felt as if every atom of his being was about to burst into little pieces when he rang your doorbell. He was a wreck as he kept wiping his sweaty palms against his jacket, annoyed at the fact that no matter how many deep breaths he took, his heart was still hammering against his chest, ready to burst. Why was he so nervous? It was just you, his little bunny.

Oh, but he wasn't ready and he was right to be so nervous because as soon as your grandma opened the door with a smile, ushering him in, his eyes landed on you and they widened. Hyunjin felt as if the world stopped spinning, all the clocks stopped ticking, his heart quit beating and his breath got stuck in his throat. You became the only center of gravity, pulling him in towards you and nothing else around the two of you mattered.

He was completely and utterly floored and whipped for you.

Hyunjin finally understood the meaning of the word 'breathtaking' because that was the only thing that came to mind as you smiled at him so beautifully, so in love, so happy, wearing the most gorgeous dress he'd ever seen you in.

"Y/n." was the only thing he managed to say and you chuckled, your heart swelling at his reaction.

It was your turn to gawk as he came closer to you, you'd never seen him wearing a suit before and he looked even more handsome than he ever did. Your knees buckled when he stood close to you, the smell of his cologne was intoxicating but his lovestruck smile was even more mesmerizing.

Your grandparents smiled lovingly at the two of you before glancing at each other knowingly as Hyunjin gave you your corsage, gently putting it on your wrist. So many pictures were taken before you had to rush out so you wouldn't be late to the dance.

The night was magical and everything seemed possible under the fairy lights as Hyunjin and you swayed to the gentle melody of the familiar song coming from the speakers.

"Do you want to slip out after our song?" Hyunjin's plump lips brushed against your ear as he pulled you tighter into his heated body.

"Won't the chaperones notice?" you asked as you looked up at him only to find him smirking.

"We'll be stealthy." he said and you giggled.

"Right, stealthy."

"Yes, see I didn't even step on your foot!"

"Not yet." you teased him and Hyunjin pouted, whining and burying his face in your shoulder.

"Mean bunny." he tickled your sides, making you squirm and squeal.

"Fine, sorry." you giggled, knowing he wasn't actually offended. "You did a great job." you added and Hyunjin looked up at you with a sweet smile, his cheeks rosy.

"Thank you, doll. You did too." he smirked, brushing his lips against yours.

You managed to sneak out somehow while everyone was dancing to a quicker beat and you knew exactly where you were going; to your favorite spot with Hyunjin, the path to it so familiar that you could walk through it blind, the soil remembering all your footsteps.

"Hyune, um... I'm wearing heels." you whispered as he shined the path ahead with a little pocket flashlight.

"Oh, right." he thought for a moment before kneeling down. "Get on my back, doll."

"Are you sure?" you asked and he chuckled.

"Of course." he nodded eagerly and you climbed up on his back, feeling light and happy, giggles spilling from both of your lips. "Hold this." Hyunjin gave you the light and you shined it ahead as he gripped the back of your thighs and carried you.

Being a little tease, Hyunjin pretended he was going to drop you a few times only to have you almost scream as your arms wrapped tighter around him.

"Stop that!" you whined.

"Sorry, sorry bunny. I'll stop. You're just so cute." he smirked.

"If you weren't carrying me right now, you'd be in big trouble." you scolded and Hyunjin let out a laugh, your favorite tree coming into view.

"Yes, I know. Biiiig trouble." he kept chuckling and you were this close to biting his shoulder.

"Here we are, bunny." he gently put you down and wrapped his arm around you as the two of you stared at the carving in the trunk.

Hyunjin + Y/n.

Both of you laughed then, you had carved your names in when you were barely 16 and seeing it now was equally as embarrassing as it was sweet.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?" you looked up at Hyunjin and he smiled sweetly at you.

"I promise I'll love you forever." he whispered, lifting his pinky and you giggled.

"I promise I'll love you forever too, my sweet Jinnie." you whispered back, your pinky curling around his.

Hyunjin chuckled in delight and pulled you into a sweet kiss.

You didn't have the heart to tell him you got into uni and would be leaving the village in September.

Present time

You had to go visit the tree.

"Fuck." you cursed, angrily wiping your tears away, before putting the corsage back into the drawer and slamming it shut.

Too many memories.

You quickly made your way downstairs where your nana was already serving breakfast.

"Oh, I thought you'd be sleeping more, dear." she lifted her brows in surprise.

"I thought so too." you joked, giving her a pointed look and she laughed.

"I see you forgot how it is here." nana shook her head. "When you haven't been around for so long."

"I'm sorry." you grimaced, sitting down to eat with her. "I know I should've visited more. I got caught up in studies and work and-"

"Breathe, dear." your grandma squeezed your hand with a chuckle. "It's not me who you should be explaining this to."

You gulped, knowing she was referring to Hyunjin.

"Where's grandpa?" you asked.

"He's out back, working."

"I was thinking of going for a walk before lunch. I'll make sure to come back though to help out."

"Sure, dear. You haven't been here for so long, you should catch up with the place and the people." grandma nodded with a wink and that was exactly what you planned to do.

It was around 7am when you finally walked out of the house, inhaling the fresh air you were deprived of in the big city. It was a bit chilly in the morning so you draped a light jacket over your shoulders and let your legs lead you through the familiar streets.

You still didn't want to see Hyunjin so you went the opposite direction of his house, trying to stick to the shadows for now, just to have a little more peace to yourself and mentally prepare for the inevitable encounters of everyone you grew up with.

It was painful. Walking all the familiar paths you walked through before with him, it was as if you could hear his laughter echoing down the street. Your heart squeezed in your chest when you realized just where your legs had taken you.

The tree.

It was still there, as tall as ever, its branches familiar as you and Hyunjin had laid under them multiple times, kissing, talking, laughing, holding each other close. You walked closer, your eyes brimming with tears when you saw the carving. Hyunjin + Y/n. Forever.

The word you had added that night after prom.

You cursed yourself mentally for crying again and being so overcome with emotions. You couldn't stand there for too long and were about to leave when something caught your eye. Another carving, smaller and almost unnoticeable on the right side of yours. You leaned in closer to inspect it and your heart almost stopped.

Hyunjin.

Nothing else, just his name was carved into the wood and you felt fresh tears forming in your eyes. Leaving was definitely a mistake, maybe the biggest mistake you ever made, especially after the let down you experienced in the city. You wiped your tears away again and decided to leave the tree be, your heart hurting at the thought of Hyunjin sitting under the branches alone, carving his name and wondering why you had never called back or came to see him. You walked away, back down the path and into the village, deep in your thoughts. Lost in the memories of what once was you didn't even realize where you came, as your legs walked on autopilot.

Only when the familiar light blue house came into view, you snapped from your thoughts, eyes wide and heart dropping into your stomach.

"Shit!" you whisper-yelled. This was the only house you wanted to avoid and yet you were standing right in front of it. As far as you knew, Hyunjin's parents didn't live there anymore, he was living in the big house completely alone, his only companions his animals.

Your knees almost gave out as you stared, before getting spooked when you heard barking. A big black dog ran to the fence, barking at you in warning. You had never seen it before so Hyunjin must've gotten it after you went to the city. You backed away as the dog kept barking at you in a not-so-friendly manner. You turned and started walking away, hoping Hyunjin didn't hear that or wasn't home because you still weren't ready to see him let alone talk to him.

Then, you heard a familiar voice.

"Easy girl, easy." you assumed he was talking to the dog as the barking subsided immediately and you stopped in your tracks.

"Well, well." you heard then. "If it isn't little bunny."

Your heart leaped out of your chest. You hadn't heard that nickname in years.

"Don't even wanna say hi?" Hyunjin continued and you heard the sound of the little fence door opening. Slowly, you turned around and basically almost fainted.

This wasn't your sweet, shy and little Jinnie. You almost didn't recognize him as you stared at him with eyes wide and mouth agape.

His long hair was gone, replaced by a neat buzzcut that was also bleached, he had piercings on his ears, his arms were big and muscular, a few tattoos here and there, visible in the tanktop he wore. He looked taller, bigger, more manly. Your knees buckled and the more you looked at him the more you felt lightheaded.

Hyunjin smirked, noticing how you were salivating and a little chuckle escaped his lips.

"Gonna catch flies like that." he teased and you closed your mouth, attempting to compose yourself as you stood up straighter. His eyes then traveled all over your frame, the teasing glint inside them turning into something softer until they fell on the necklace and he felt as if the ground underneath his feet almost gave out.

You were still wearing it. Just like he was, his half heart hidden under his top.

"Hi." you said quietly. "You look different."

"A lot can change in six years." he stated, still keeping a good distance away from you.

"It can." you stepped back, feeling suffocated by his presence as you tried to read his face and tone of voice. Was there anger? Regret? Did he resent you?

"You're different too." a small smile appeared on his lips.

"How so?" you tilted your head to the left, thinking how you pretty much looked the same since the end of high school.

"You've gotten even more beautiful." Hyunjin said like it was nothing and you were sure you were having a heart attack in that moment.

"I- That- Thank you." you had no idea what to say. "I have to go... Help nana with lunch. And stuff."

Hyunjin smiled wider.

"I'll see you later then, bunny."

"Sure." you turned around so quickly that you almost snapped your neck. Hyunjin watched with bathed breath as you scurried away from him.

You finally came back.

-

"Did you see Hyunjin?" nana asked as you helped her clean around the kitchen after lunch.

"Accidentally, yes." you said and she chuckled.

"I never understood why you broke up, you two are made for each other." she said and you almost dropped the plate you were holding.

"We didn't... actually break up. I just left."

"I thought you were still together back then, I was wondering why he never went to visit you or you him. I only realized you weren't together once he asked me if I knew where you lived in the city. Which I forgot the address, dear, so I hope I didn't do anything wrong by not telling him."

"No, no, nana. You did nothing wrong. It was my fault. I thought I was doing the right thing. But I'm not so sure anymore." your eyes welled up with tears as you clutched onto the counter.

"Oh, honey." your grandma was instantly by your side.

"I told him I would come back. I wouldn't be surprised if he hated me now and wanted nothing to do with me." you sniffled as nana wiped your tears away.

"Oh dear, Hyunjin doesn't hate you. He talks very fondly of you always. That boy still loves you."

"He- He does?" you thought back to your encounter today.

"A love like that doesn't disappear overnight. Or over the span of six years." your grandma teased, making you chuckle through your tears.

"If you say so."

"Talk to him. He is coming to dinner tonight anyways." she announced.

"He is what?!" you almost yelled.

"He usually joins us for dinner. At least a few days in the week."

You panicked immediately.

"I have to go get ready then!"

Nana bursted into laughter as she watched you frantically run up the stairs.

"What was that about?" grandpa came in, looking up at the metaphorical dust that you left behind after running.

"Oh you know. Love." grandma winked at him and he shook his head with a smile.

Shit.

Hyunjin is coming over for dinner. You had to look your best.

You've gotten even more beautiful.

His words rang in your head and your cheeks became red instantly, heart beating hard in your chest. You quickly opened your wardrobe and began throwing clothes everywhere, your room soon looking as if a tornado had passed through it. You tried on multiple outfits but with every single one you found something wrong. The color was too bright, the shirt was too big, the pants looked weird...

So you settled on another dress, a pretty and white flowy one with yellow flowers on it, the shape of it accentuating your frame, your bare legs on display. You decided to wear heels too and put on some makeup. You were so nervous as if you hadn't already been his.

While you were doing your hair, you stared into your reflection and remembered that warm summer night when you told Hyunjin you were leaving.

Six years ago

Hyunjin and you sat on a blanket, staring up at the stars shimmering in the dark sky.

"Jinnie." you swallowed nervously.

"Yes, bunny?" he smiled, playing with your fingers.

"I have something to tell you."

"Oh? Okay." he nodded, sitting up.

"Um. It's been weighing on me since prom."

"You sound serious." Hyunjin's expression turned into one of worry.

"It is serious. And I didn't tell you earlier because I was afraid of how you'd react." your heart started beating fast. "I got into my uni of choice."

"Bunny! You did?" he smiled wide. "Why didn't you tell me that? You know I support you and I'm proud of you."

"I know. It's just that... I'm leaving and I don't know when I'll be back." you said. "We talked about this briefly before but... I don't want to stay in the village. There is nothing for me here, I mean career wise. Meanwhile... You decided to work with your father and build your life here."

Hyunjin's smile dropped.

"What are you saying?" his voice sounded strained.

"Are we... Are we breaking up?" he asked, tears forming in his eyes.

"No. No. I don't want to. I don't know." you bit your lip and looked away from him.

"Y/n. Please, don't do this. I've known no one but you my whole life. You're the one I love and the one I promised forever to. We even talked about building a life together, getting married, having kids."

"I know, I know. You're my first love, Jinnie. And those were all nice daydreams but there comes a time when you need to grow up."

"Daydreams? Bunny. Those were plans." his bottom lip trembled and he frowned. "This really sounds like you're breaking up with me."

"No, no." tears started spilling down your cheeks when you saw the hurt in his eyes and realized how harsh your words sounded. "Just... I'm confused. I don't know what to do." you put your hands over your face, a sob escaping your lips.

Hyunjin's eyes softened and he put his hand on your upper back, gently caressing you.

"Hey, look. I know you're scared now, this is a big change. But, we'll figure it out together. You go finish your studies, do what you always wanted to. But please don't throw away what we have. I'll always wait for you, I'll wait until you come visit or I can visit you. We can call each other, we don't have to grow apart in order for you to grow."

"I guess not." his words hit you hard as you looked up at him.

"Don't cry, baby. I love you and I'm so happy for you. I'm so proud of my little bunny." he talked, wiping your tears away.

"Jinnie. I love you too." you clutched onto his shirt and cried into his chest.

Oh, how you were going to miss him.

Present time

But after you left, you never even contacted him.

You knew how cruel that was but you thought it was for the best. If you were going to build a life in the city and he was going to stay behind in the village, it was better off like this.

Childhood crushes and high school sweethearts don't always last, do they?

But, your heart hurt so badly every day you were away from Hyunjin. You wanted to forget him, stop loving him but you couldn't no matter how hard you tried. Every time you thought you were ready to take off the couple necklace, your hands would stop functioning. You couldn't bring yourself to do that, the necklace felt as if it was a part of you and despite being away from Hyunjin you knew your heart would always belong to him.

With a sigh, you finished getting ready, wondering if he could really still love you after you'd hurt him like that.

Before you could come down, you heard voices under your window and you stalked towards it curiously. It was closed so you couldn't understand what they were saying but Hyunjin stood there with your grandpa, his back turned to you. You gasped a little, noticing then how his shoulders and upper back also got wider, the black shirt he wore almost ripping at the seams.

"Give me strength." you prayed to whoever was listening before you decided to stop hiding and finally made your way downstairs.

"Yes, I'll definitely ask Chan to help out with the fence, I think he won't be busy this weekend." Hyunjin said to your grandpa as they walked into the kitchen.

"Great! That's settled then!" grandpa clapped his hands with a satisfied smile. Hyunjin looked up at you then and stopped walking, giving you the elevator eyes.

"Good evening." he smirked a little.

"Evening." you said breathlessly and you grandma chuckled.

"Why are you two acting so formal?" grandpa asked as you sat down.

"Leave them be. They just encountered each other after a long time." nana scolded him and he gave a little shrug.

Hyunjin was sitting right across from you and you felt as if there was nowhere to hide. He kept looking at you curiously and you felt so awkward, trying to avoid his eyes as all of you started taking food out on the plates and eating.

Hyunjin couldn't calm his heart down. All the feelings that he carried inside of him every single day, from dawn to late night, were now amplified a thousand times. All those nights he had thought about you and seen you in his dreams couldn't compare to you actually being in front of him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, he missed you deeply. The love he always had for you never subsided, it only grew more even while you were apart.

Though, he knew that there were things the two of you needed to talk about, he decided not to think about the hurtful side of it, tossing it in the back of his mind as he continued to bask in your presence. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your hands, the way your brows creased when you asked a question to your nana, the way you looked up at him timidly only to look away, the way you nervously chewed on your bottom lip, the way that necklace he gave you laid on your skin, still there, as if you had never left, a sign that you perhaps still loved him as much as he loved you.

"So, how is the city treating ya?" Hyunjin asked you suddenly, eyes trained on you as they have been the entire evening.

"It's... okay." you answered but Hyunjin knew you were lying. He knew when you wore a fake smile and he knew the tone of your voice once you tried to convince yourself you're fine.

"Oh yeah? Got that job you always wanted, hm?" he asked and you looked up at him, trying to see if he was mocking you or resenting you but he looked genuinely curious.

"I did." you answered shortly, a knot forming in your stomach. "I got what I wanted." you forced another smile.

"I'm glad you did." he smiled and you felt the urge to cry again. You wondered what was wrong with you and shook your head, trying to will yourself to smile back at him.

"I always thought the two of you would get married." your nana chimed in, making you almost choke on a piece of bread. Hyunjin chuckled and looked at you.

"We're still young." he smirked a little and you started praying that the floor opens up and swallows you whole.

"You two remind me of us when we were younger." grandpa nodded with a smile.

No, you thought, please stop.

You were really going to start crying.

"Excuse me. I need some air." you stood up abruptly, the chair almost falling over behind you.

Hyunjin watched as you ran out of the front door and he stood up too, excusing himself and following you.

You stood on the porch, hugging yourself and sniffling.

"Y/n?" Hyunjin approached you cautiously. You quickly wiped your tears away with the sleeve of your cardigan before turning to look at him.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Sure." you nodded but he knew you were crying.

"You wanna take a walk?" Hyunjin asked, biting on his lip and you chuckled, shaking your head.

"Yeah, why not." you nodded, maybe it was time to stop avoiding him.

You didn't even discuss where you were going to go, you just started walking together in the same direction you always did while you grew up here. It was quiet for a while, only the song of the crickets filling up your ears, a few distant barks and the breeze rustling through the leaves.

"So, what have you been doing?" you asked, trying to break the ice. You couldn't believe you felt so awkward with someone you could talk to the easiest with, out of anyone in your entire life.

"Me? Oh, you know... Working around the farm. I repaired the entire house with some of my mates. It was in a really bad shape, if you remember. We re-did everything, even the roofing and the pipes. Repainted the entire place, changed the furniture... So, it's now like a new house. And I have horses and chickens. A garden. I mean, I work all day, help out others too." he chuckled. "My parents are in the city, they visit sometimes. But, mostly I'm here with Rina, she has been my best friend for three years now."

"Rina?" your stomach dropped instantly.

"Yes, that overprotective black dog that barked at you." Hyunjin smirked at your expression.

"Oh... That's Rina." you said absentmindedly, finally glancing at him.

Your heart stopped.

The necklace. He must've unbuttoned one more button while you were walking, making the other half of the heart visible under his collarbone. He never stopped wearing it either. Suddenly, your stomach filled up with butterflies.

"She's wary of strangers coming near me."

Ouch.

"Yeah." you turned away, the butterflies turning into a feeling of nausea.

"I mean, strangers to her." Hyunjin clarified, realizing how he sounded.

"Yeah, I understand." you gave him a smile you hoped looked real, because you were seconds away from crying. "You still paint?" you decided to change the subject.

"Oh yeah, all the time." he smiled. "Enough about me. What about you?"

"Me? I also work all day. In the office. It's... interesting, I guess. I bought an apartment recently, it's really modern." you talked, realizing how empty your words sounded then. You had no idea what to tell Hyunjin. He had all these projects and people who care about him, animals he cares for and his hobbies. Meanwhile, all you had was a job you ended up hating and no one to come home to.

"I travel a lot." you added, trying to fill up the silence. "For work but also for fun, with some of my coworkers. We went all the way to Bali last year. It was a fun trip, you know. Stuff like that."

"Sounds exhilarating." Hyunjin said, sounding anything but. "Anyone special in your life?"

Why did he ask that.

"No, nobody." you quickly answered.

Hyunjin was hoping you'd say that.

"Good. I mean- Me neither." he coughed awkwardly and stopped walking. You were about to ask why he stopped when you noticed where you were.

"Oh." you let out a chuckle, your face warming up.

You hadn't even realized you came to the only park in the village, and not just that, you were standing in front of your and Hyunjin's bench, where you used to sit after school, talking and kissing.

And well, you sat here on many evenings just like this one, making out. Your face started burning suddenly.

"Shall we sit?" Hyunjin asked and you nodded reluctantly as you felt like you were going to throw up from nerves. The two of you sat down, the silence stretching between you again.

"I-" Hyunjin opened his mouth, then closed them, repeating the action a few times, his brows furrowing and cheeks rosy, his hands gripping the edge of the bench like he was struggling to get his words out. You were almost swallowed by the nerves you felt in that moment, you were scared that he was going to tell you off, just what you deserve.

"I tried to find you." he let out a shaky exhale. "You covered up your tracks pretty well." he scoffed. "I mean, I got the message. You didn't want to see me ever again. And I'd be fine with that if only you gave me a reason, told me why you just disappeared from my life when you've been a part of it since forever. I thought for some time that you have completely abandoned me. But, somewhere deep in my soul I knew you'd be back one day, Y/n."

"Hyunjin..." your bottom lip trembled as your eyes watered. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I made a huge mistake. And I would totally understand if you hated me or resented me and never wanted to forgive me. Just know I felt bad the entire time and I still do." you were full on crying and feeling embarrassed, you looked away from Hyunjin.

"I could never hate you, little bunny." his voice sounded soft and you willed yourself to look at him while you wiped your tears away even though they kept coming. "And I forgave you a long time ago." he whispered. You noticed he was sitting closer to you and your body trembled.

"You did? Why?" you asked quietly.

"Because it's you." he answered simply and you felt annoyed, wanting to hear more. But, before you could ask Hyunjin stood up abruptly.

"Let's meet up tomorrow. Have a picnic like we always used to." he said and you stood up too.

You stared at him and kept thinking, could things go back to how they were before?

You felt as if there was something he wasn't telling you yet, there was no way he forgave you so easily for abandoning him.

"What do you say?" Hyunjin looked at you hopefully.

"Sure. Yeah." you nodded, your body swirling with feelings of confusion, excitement, nostalgia, happiness, sadness... You had no idea how to explain it.

"Great. I'll come to your house around 10am."

"Sounds good."

"Let me walk you home." he added, the two of you walking and talking about the village, who stayed and who moved, which new stores opened and all the other insignificant little things just to avoid the big elephant that needed to be addressed.

"I'll see you tomorrow, bunny." Hyunjin put his hands in his jeans pockets, trying to look nonchalant.

"See you." you hurried inside.

"And that smile?" your nana's voice scared you.

"Oh, nana! Ugh, nothing. I'm just going to see Hyunjin tomorrow." you answered quickly.

"Oh. Hyunjin." she smirked knowingly. "Well, have a good night." she winked before leaving to her room.

You hoped you were going to be able to sleep tonight.

You managed to sleep through the rooster's wake up call, opening your eyes just in time to get ready for your picnic date.

Was it a date? You had no idea what was going to happen but still you wore another pretty dress and put on your makeup. You decided to wear extra shiny lipgloss to make your lips stand out, hopefully get Hyunjin's attention. You felt giddy, like you were that same school girl meeting up her boyfriend, the love of her life.

"Oh, dear you look so pretty." your grandma noted when you came downstairs.

"Thank you, nana." you smiled.

"Are you gonna eat anything?"

"No, Hyunjin told me not to worry and that he'd bring everything."

"Okay, well have fun you two!" she winked at you and you kissed her cheek before skipping out of the house and towards the street where Hyunjin said he'd wait for you.

He wasn't there yet so you stood in place, shifting from foot to foot and wondering why he is late since he'd always been punctual. It was already almost 10:15 and you were beginning to think he had played a cruel joke on you. You were already tearing up at the thought of that but maybe you deserved it after the way you treated him.

You were about to turn around and leave but you heard heavy footsteps running towards you.

"Y/n! I'm so sorry for being late!" it was a breathless Hyunjin, leaning his palms against his knees as he scrunched his face up and tried to calm his heart. "I ran into Chan on the way and he needed help carrying some things, I couldn't say no." he swallowed, straightening up.

Just then you noticed the backpack on his shoulders and the thin sheen of sweat forming on his forehead, the tanktop was there again and your eyes followed all the veins popping out.

"Oh, it's okay." you shook your head, feeling stupid.

"Shall we?" he smiled and you nodded, letting him lead the way. His eyes lingered on your lips for a while as he bit on his, before starting to walk. It was clear to you where you were going, the tree was your picnic and stargazing spot for years.

"I saw you by the tree the other day." Hyunjin said, putting his backpack down and opening it.

"Oh? You did?" your heart climbed up your throat.

"Yeah." he smiled. " I thought I was hallucinating."

You chuckled, feeling the need to smack his arm like you always did when he made you laugh but you refrained from doing so.

"Nope, I'm here." you said, helping him put the blanket down.

"I'm glad you are." he said and the two of you sat down, Hyunjin taking everything that he had packed out; fruit salad, sandwiches, coffee. You didn't feel like you deserved this. You wanted to ask him so many things. Like why did he carve his name alone in the tree trunk, why did he seem so normal about all of this, why didn't he just yell at you, like any other person would after being hurt.

"Hyunjin?" you gulped, poking around the plastic container with the fruit. He gave you an unreadable look, his brows furrowing.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" he said and you chuckled nervously.

"Well, that's your name."

"Yeah but you always called me nicknames. Like Jinnie or Hyune. And other things." he looked at the field of flowers swaying in front of you.

You hadn't answered so he turned to look at you.

"Why aren't you yelling at me or cursing me out?" you asked and Hyunjin's eyes widened a little.

"Why would I do that?" he tilted his head.

"Because I promised I'd love you forever and I left. I didn't even come back for six years, I thought I was doing a good thing. That I'd be better off in the city and you'd be better off without me. That I'd be able to move on and forget you. I thought I'd never come back here but after what happened-" your shut your lips tightly, eyes watering. "After being disappointed with everything I thought I wanted in my life, I came back here and expected to see that you moved on or even gotten married. I expected you to hate me, yell at me, curse at me. But here we are, sitting under our tree, having a picnic like I never broke your heart and mine." you were now full on crying, your bottom lip trembling and hands shaking.

Hyunjin observed you with a wistful look in his eyes before smiling softly.

"You wanna know why I'm not yelling or cursing at you?" he said, leaning closer to you.

"W-why?" you stuttered, he got into your private space and even though he changed and grew, he still had that comforting scent of Hyunjin, the one that brought you so much comfort and nostalgia.

"Because of this." he reached towards you and gently gripped the pendant of your necklace between his fingertips. "You're still wearing our necklace. And that tells me everything I need to know. Bunny, I've known you my whole life, I've loved you my whole life. I knew you wouldn't be happy in the city and I knew you'd come back here to me one day. I know that because we were made for each other and because I could feel you inside me every day. I just knew our story wasn't over, it was just beginning."

You were at a loss of words, crying and sobbing as Hyunjin talked, feeling embarrassed and also like you wanted to roll down the hill from excitement. You wiped at your face, trying not to screw up the makeup you worked so hard on while letting his words settle inside your head.

"Oh my god, Hyunjin!" you shrieked suddenly, grabbing onto his arm on accident.

"Y/n." he laughed as you kept squealing and gripping at his bicep while a little bee flew around your body. "It's just a bee, don't be scared."

"Please, make it go away." you whined.

"What can I do, a bee found a pretty flower." Hyunjin smirked at you then and you looked up at him with your eyes squinted before slapping his arm. The loud sound made you jolt a little and you looked down at the muscle, something fluttering inside you. Your cheeks warmed up instantly. Hyunjin smirked, his other hand cupping your jaw gently as he made you look at him.

"You didn't break your promise, doll. You still love me." he smiled.

"I do." you confessed quietly and his eyes sparkled a little as he leaned in closer. His eyes fluttered, his cheeks became rosy and his warm breath caressed your lips. You jolted away suddenly, afraid and you had no idea why.

"I'm sorry!" you said quickly, placing your palm over your heart. Hyunjin looked a little confused, his fingers twitching as his hands longed to comfort you in any way they could.

"I got nervous." you said and Hyunjin laughed.

"Don't laugh at me!" you whined with a pout, kicking your feet a little and that made him laugh even harder. "Stop it." you crossed your arms over your chest with a little huff escaping your lips.

"You're just so cute, bunny." how many times has he told you that and it still made your heart flutter. "It's okay. I waited for you for six years, I can wait a little more."

"I just didn't expect things to go like this." you swallowed and Hyunjin scooted closer to you, tentatively touching your fingertips with his. That was enough for you to feel the electricity running through your body.

"I understand. We'll fall back into us in no time."

"You think so?" you asked, inching closer to him, your fingers now playing with his.

"I know so." he smiled confidently. "Just have to ask one question."

"Anything." you nodded.

"Are you back for good or just the anniversary?"

You looked down and took in a deep breath.

"Please don't tell this to my grandparents yet. But I am back for good. I quit my job and sold my apartment, I didn't tell them anything because I am just waiting for the right moment." your voice trembled.

"Didn't something happen?" Hyunjin asked, leaning down to look at your face.

"Just... People were disgusting. The job was depressing. The apartment was cold. The city was lonely. And maybe a part of me hoped you'd be here waiting for me no matter how selfish that is. Because, I don't think I could ever stop loving you, Jinnie. Even if someone wiped away my entire memory I would still have you engraved inside my heart."

"Bunny." Hyunjin cupped your cheeks. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone anything. I'm sad you went through all of that but it brought you back here, didn't it?"

You nodded.

"And I am glad it did." he leaned in again.

"Ack! The bee!" you squealed as the little creature came back to buzzing around you.

"Silly." Hyunjin chuckled under his breath, 'shielding' you from the scary bee.

You felt as if a stone has been lifted off of your heart as the two of you continued catching up and reminiscing of the good old days. Hours passed by so quickly that you almost didn't realize it was lunch time.

"Nana is expecting me at home for lunch. Do you wanna join us?" you asked with a timid smile.

"I'd love to but Chan invited me to his house for lunch today. We'll come to you tomorrow, he is also excited to see you again, you know that you were always like a little sister to him."

"Oh, I'm excited to see him too." you chuckled.

You couldn't believe that everyone has welcomed you with open arms after you left like that and you were still trying to come to terms that you won't be going back to the city ever again.

When Hyunjin said him and Chan would come around to help your grandpa repair the fence out back, you totally forgot about the fact that Hyunjin would be in a sleeveless top, flexing his muscles and wiping away his sweat constantly. Summer was knocking at the door and the sun was high in the sky. You wore the red dress from the first day, the one Hyunjin stared at so intently when you stood outside of his house. When Chan saw you he made a funny squealing noise, running up to you and picking you up as if you were paper doll, spinning you around as you screamed at him to put you down.

"Aww little Y/n is back!" he pinched your cheeks and you smacked his hands away with a pout.

"I'm only three years younger than you, bro." you emphasized and he laughed.

"I'm glad to see you here. I was beginning to think our Hyunjinnie would die alone." he smirked and Hyunjin punched his side with his fist mumbling a 'shut up or else' and you let out a laugh.

"Congrats on getting married, old man." you smirked and Hyunjin was glad you teased Chan back, a snicker escaping his lips.

"Didn't you say a moment ago it was only three years difference?" he smirked back and you exhaled, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Enough chit-chat. Time to work, boys." you chuckled, sitting at the table your granparents put in the backyard. It was placed under a tree that gave a good shade to it, so it wasn't as hot as it would be but for you it felt like you were enveloped by the sun itself.

Hyunjin was working in the sunlight, his soft skin glistening with sweat almost making him look ethereal and unreal. His muscles were flexing constantly as he moved and lifted stuff up, the veins popping out and now visible everywhere on his arms, hands and even his neck. You were feeling very hot and bothered, feeling like you couldn't breathe properly as your legs pressed together. He glanced at you a few times and you saw the little smirk on his face.

He was provoking you on purpose, the little tease.

Two can play this game, you thought and got up, entering the house so you could find a little towel. You took that time to put on more lipgloss and adjust your dress so your cleavage was more visible.

"There." you nodded to yourself with a smirk before walking back outside and straight towards Hyunjin.

"It's hot, isn't it?" your voice sounded sweet, dripping with honey as you hovered over him where he kneeled, working on the fence. He looked up at you, covering his forehead with his hand so the sun doesn't get into his eyes. His mouth went dry instantly, your bare thighs were right in front of his eyes and your chest on display as you leaned over him.

"Hot. Yes." he managed to say.

"Let me help you with that, Jinnie." you smirked, leaning down a little more as you started gently patting at his forehead, wiping the sweat off and he just sat there breathing heavily as you kept going lower, patting his neck now, noticing how he leaned into your touch, how his eyes fluttered and his breath hitched.

"Better?" you moved away suddenly and he snapped from his trance.

"Y-Yeah."

"Thirsty?" you asked, louder so Chan hears it too.

"Yes!" Chan yelled, his back turned to you thankfully.

You smirked as Hyunjin gulped, staring after you as you turned around towards the house to make some lemonade for the boys. Hyunjin couldn't stop staring at you when they took a break, munching on some cookies your nana made and drinking the fresh lemonade. His eyes fixated on your shiny lips and he longed to taste you once again. Chan kept yapping about his wife and farm enthusiastically and you kept nodding and chuckling all the while Hyunjin didn't even hear a word that came out of Chan's mouth.

It was almost sundown when the boys were done and nana invited them to stay over for dinner, ushering them both to first wash their hands thoroughly before touching any food. The atmosphere was warm and homely, a happy feeling swelling inside your chest. You were home, where you were always supposed to be, where you belonged, with Hyunjin.

"I'll be right back." you stood up after dinner, running upstairs to fix your makeup.

Hyunjin waited for a moment before he followed you to your room. You walked out of the bathroom when he appeared on the doorway, leaning there with a fond smile on his face.

"It looks like a time capsule in here." he looked around in wonder, taking a tentative step inside.

"You haven't been up here?" you asked, eyebrows raised as he looked around, taking in all the memories you two had created together.

"No, your grandparents kept it closed. There was no need for me to be here." Hyunjin's eyes lit up when he looked at your bed. "Jinnie! You kept him!" he pointed to your teddy bear, walking in and picking it up.

"Of course I did. I kept everything."

"Even those cute diaries?" Hyunjin smirked. "Dear diary, today Jinnie and I held hands for the first time as boyfriend and girlfriend. Everyone saw us walking to school together-"

"Shut up!" you squealed, ripping the teddy away from him and smacking him with it multiple times as he laughed at your red cheeks.

"What? It was cute." he giggled, slinking away from your attack.

"It's embarrassing. Even more because you still remember what I wrote. Are you sure you haven't been up here?" you teased, putting Jinnie back on the bed and walking to your table.

"I haven't since the last time we were here together." Hyunjin was behind you suddenly, his voice low as his lips brushed against your ear. You gasped, remembering the last night you spent here with him, on top of him as he guided your hips against his slowly, wanting to make it last as long as possible so you never forget how he feels.

"Right." you turned abruptly, the back of your thighs colliding with the table as he hovered over you, so close you could feel the warmth radiating off of his body.

He smelled so good even after working in the sun almost all day and his skin looked like it needed to be touched, kissed, bitten. A zap of electricity ran through your body as Hyunjin leaned in even closer, his breath mingling with yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and then-

"Come to the lake with me tomorrow afternoon." his lips almost brushed against yours before he leaned away, leaving you frustrated.

"What?" you were lost momentarily.

"The lake. Let's meet there." he said and straightened up.

"Sure." you said and he smirked devilishly.

Just what was he planning now?

"Well, I gotta go home make sure Rina has her dinner and walk. See you tomorrow, doll."

With that, he left your room, his scent lingering all around you, making you want to roll in it and have him close. You couldn't wait for tomorrow.

-

The lake wasn't too far away from your house either, only a 15 minute walk full of chatter and laughter. Your bare arm brushed against Hyunjin's a few times, making you feel like your skin burned whenever it touched his. It almost felt as if everything was going back to normal, like it was before but at the same time you couldn't ignore the things that had changed about Hyunjin.

It was clear; he was no longer a boy, he was a man.

The way he carried himself and the way he spoke was more confident and masculine than that shy awkward Jinnie that tripped over his feet and his words, his cheeks constantly red in your presence. But the way he looked at you full of adoration, that had never changed.

"What made you cut your hair?" you asked as the two of you approached the lake. Hyunjin's hand instanly ran over his head as he laughed.

"It's kinda hard to work with all that hair flying everywhere. It was a nuisance, really. And... You seemed to like it a lot, you always played with it, braided it... But when you left, I figured there was no point in keeping it so I shaved it off."

"Oh." you sighed.

"You don't like it?" he asked cutely, the two of you stopping near the lake.

"No, no, I do. It looks very manly." you said, your cheeks burning up. You didn't say how you thought it accentuated all his beautiful, sharp features, his jawline and his neck that was so enticing to you.

"It does, hm?" he smirked, leaning in closer.

"Yeah." you leaned back a little, your stomach doing flips.

Hyunjin snickered and leaned away with a smirk.

"I have a dare for you." he said and you raised your eyebrow at him.

Hyunjin looked around before smirking at you again, getting into your personal space.

"I dare you to swim naked with me." he said and you almost stopped functioning.

"What? Are you crazy?" you punched his arm but it was more just a tap to him as he didn't even budge, chuckling at you as he crossed his arms over his chest. God, his arms.

"It's not like I haven't seen it all anyways." he said and you gasped.

"Oh my god." you looked away from him, your heart beating hard. "Okay, but only if we leave our underwear on."

"Alright, deal." he smirked and took his shirt off, tossing it aside.

You shrieked, turning away from him because you weren't sure if your heart could take it. Hyunjin laughed, getting rid of his pants without a care in the world.

"Don't get shy, you saw it all." he said and you took a deep breath in before looking back at him.

It's all yours, Hyunjin thought but bit his tongue.

Your eyes went wide and your lips parted in a gasp. Hyunjin was always lean and athletic, but now he was even more chiseled, his thighs were more muscular too, all the little tattoos he had hidden were now visible to you. And the worse thing was that you could see the bulge in his boxers so you averted your eyes, feeling like you might've stopped breathing for a second or two.

"Your turn." he nodded at you with a knowing smirk and you scrambled to take off your dress, feeling embarrassed for some reason. You didn't wear any flashy underwear, just regular black panties and a matching bra that only had a few lacy flowers at the top. It was enough to make Hyunjin drool.

"Beautiful." he muttered quietly, it was your body that he knew very well, the one he mapped out with caresses and kisses, your skin that he marked with his teeth, you who he held in his arms countless times.

"What did you say?" you didn't hear him, shivering a little despite the sun still being up.

"Nothing." he smiled. "Let's get in the water."

You nodded and followed him as he got into the water first, hissing at the coldness before he reached his hands towards you to help you get in.

"Is it very cold?" you asked and he chuckled.

"We swam here multiple times, you know how cold the water is. Just get in, we'll warm up." he encouraged you.

"Fine." you rolled your eyes in fake annoyance as you grabbed onto his hands, warmth filling you up from the simple touch, even though the water was almost freezing cold.

"Motherfucker!" you hissed when it touched your stomach and Hyunjin laughed, dipping in and splashing you a little.

"Don't." you warned but it was to no avail, Hyunjin had that familiar mischievous look on his face, eyes sparkly and dimples showing as he lifted his hands and splashed you harder.

"Hyune!" you shrieked and returned the favor, splashing him back.

"Ah!" he screamed out, followed by a series of giggles as he shook his head and rubbed his hands over his face. "I'll get you for that." he added, swimming towards you.

Another squeal left your lips as you dipped in and started swimming away, Hyunjin's laughter ringing behind you. How you missed the sound of that. Just as you thought you got away from him, you felt his hands grabbing at your waist as he pulled you closer to him, the water splashing loudly as you flailed your arms and screamed, giggling. His strong arms wrapped around your middle and he pulled you flush against his body, skin against skin and you melted, grabbing onto his hands and resting your palms over them.

"I missed you like crazy." his lips brushed against the side of your neck. "You have no idea just how much." they pressed gently into your skin.

"I missed you too." your voice came out breathy as Hyunjin kissed the droplets of water rolling down your neck.

"Yeah? Show me how much." he turned you around so quickly that you gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders.

You wanted to say something, anything but you were already too far gone so you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his around your waist and pulled you into him. It was as if every atom of your being craved to be close to him, starved for years and now finally feeding the hunger and need you had for Hyunjin.

No matter how many time Hyunjin held you, it always made your stomach flip and it was no different now. You felt how hard his heart was beating against his chest and his eyes darkened just a little as he observed you. Your hand touched the back of his head, fingertips pressing against the soft, fuzzy buzzcut. His eyes fluttered and he leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing yours gently before his lips touched yours.

Everything came back. The first time you saw Hyunjin shyly smiling at you when you were five, the times you did your homework together after class only to end up playing instead of learning, the times you walked through the entire village, like it was all yours, the park, the lake, the street, the tree. The first kiss you shared that was timid and awkward but still sweet because it was with him, the times he held you close, loving you, deep inside you and wrapped around you, all the time he was there for you, holding your hand, wiping your tears away, making plans of the future he wanted to share with you. It was your Jinnie.

The only man you ever loved.

"Bunny, what's wrong?" you didn't even realize you were crying and Hyunjin cupped your face gently with his cold hands.

"I love you." you said, lifting the last of the weight. Hyunjin's body trembled against you.

"I love you." he whispered on your lips, kissing you harder as you pressed as close as you could to each other.

"You really don't resent me for leaving?" you asked when you parted for air.

"No, bunny, I know you just wanted to finish your studies, try your hand at a career like that. I mean, you could've done all that with me by your side even if it was a long distance relationship. You know I would support you. But, I get it. You thought you'd never come back here and that I would never leave."

"Hyunjin, I'm sorry." you cried again. "I don't deserve you."

"Shh, yes you do. Yes you do, bunny. You know me better than anyone, you were there for me always whenever I was going through a hard time."

"I wasn't there for the last six years."

"You're here now." Hyunjin kissed you again in an attempt to soothe you and distract you and it was working as you melted against his lips, soon forgetting about everything that was bothering you as the world disappeared like it always did with him.

Hyunjin's tongue collided with yours, the familiar taste of him waking up all of your senses as he gripped you harder and kissed you like his entire life depended on it.

"Bunny." he smiled, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Jinnie." you whispered and he pecked your lips once more before swimming backwards with a smirk.

"Catch me!" Hyunjin teased, swimming faster and you let out a noise of protest, knowing you weren't gonna be able to. "Catch me or you lose your dress!"

"What?!" you shrieked as he laughed, swimming towards the shore and quickly grabbing onto the stones.

"Hyunjin, don't you dare!" you yelled when he got out of the water, almost slipping as he laughed and ran to grab all your clothes.

You swam quicker, almost getting to the shore as he snickered and bolted away with your dress and his clothes.

"Hyunjin!" you yelled, struggling to get out of the water as the sound of his laughter drifted further away.

"Bastard." you muttered when you managed to climb out of the water, shivering as the sun was about to go down. There was no way he left you here without anything, especially when the sky was darkening quickly.

"Hyunjin, this isn't funny!" you yelled, taking a few steps forward, realizing he even grabbed your sandals. You cursed under your breath, looking around when suddenly-

"Boo!" Hyunjin sneaked behind you, scaring you out of your wits.

"You bastard!" you whined and he just laughed, reaching your dress towards you. And he was already dressed, the tease.

You were about to snatch it when he lifted his arm, holding it out of your reach. Maybe some things haven't changed like the way Hyunjin would always test your patience, claiming you were so adorable when you were annoyed.

"Ugh!" you jumped up to grab it but he moved it, giggling as he looked down at you.

"Hyunjin, give me my dress." you slapped his chest as he kept laughing and moving the dress away.

"I think you look prettier like this." he looked down at your chest and you gasped, covering yourself up.

"I'm cold, Hyunjin." you said and he shook his head.

"Here." he put the dress in front of your face and you eyed him for a moment before finally grabbing it and putting it on. He gave you your shoes and you put them on quickly as the sun almost set. Your bodies were still wet and putting the clothes over them made it worse.

"I'm really cold." you said and Hyunjin pulled you into his side as he led you back towards your house.

"You should come see how I repaired and decorated the place. Meet Rina too." Hyunjin smiled, rubbing your arm in an attempt to warm you up at least a little.

"Some other day, what I need right now is a warm bath." you sighed.

"I have a bath." Hyunjin smirked.

"I'm sure you do." you lifted one eyebrow at him as he kept chuckling.

As you made your way to your house, you felt so giddy, almost as if no distance ever existed between Hyunjin and you.

"I'll see you tomorrow at the anniversary dinner." you smiled as you arrived in front of the gate.

"Mhm." he smirked, holding your hands and staring into your eyes. You stood on your tippy-toes, pouting at him and he chuckled, leaning down as he grabbed your face gently and kissed you slowly like he was savoring the moment. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you pulled him in, your bodies heating up against one another.

"Good night, Jinnie." you whispered, pecking him again.

"Night, bunny. Dream about me." Hyunjin smirked, kissing the corner of your lips.

There was no way you were even sleeping tonight.

-

"Good morning!" you practically glided into the kitchen, seeing both your grandparents there.

"Look at you, I'm guessing it went well with Hyunjin, huh?" nana smiled.

"Oh, it did." you said and your grandparents just exchanged knowing looks but decides not to pry. You were walking on cloud 9 all day and you couldn't wait to see Hyunjin again.

You took extra time to do your hair and makeup and wear a nice black dress with heels for tonight, hoping to make Hyunjin's knees buckle just as he made you feel weak. Half of the village was invited to the anniversary dinner and you were so estatic to see all the people you haven't seen for years again and catch up with them. You were pulled left and right, everyone was equally as excited to talk to you, your old neighbors and friends were glad to have you back. Hyunjin arrived a little later and your heart almost leaped out of your chest when he walked in.

"Hey there, little bunny." he smirked, leaning in closer to you as his lips brushed against your cheek.

"Hey, Jinnie." you let out a giggle as your body heated up from the simplest touch.

"You look stunning." he gently grabbed your hand and gave you the elevator eyes.

"You look handsome." you returned the compliment and he squeezed your hand.

"Yeah?" he teased and you rolled your eyes playfully, pushing him away a little.

The dinner went smoothly, everyone was talking and having fun, the food was delicious as always which is something you missed in the city, and after the biggest toast to your grandparents' love and devotion, came more toasts and the glasses were never empty. You were a lightweight so you didn't drink too much, two and a half glasses were enough for you to feel the pleasant warm buzz inside your body. Hyunjin on the other hand, kept drinking with Chan and some of his other friends, his laughter echoing in the room and his face completely red. How much did he have?, you wondered since you knew he could drink a lot more than you before becoming like this.

After dinner, some of the neighbors left home, leaving only a few of you sitting together in the patio out back. Hyunjin slid next to you on the swinging bench with a dumb smile on his face, his dimples visible and his eyes almost disappearing.

"Hey there pretty girl." he giggled, leaning his cheek on your shoulder and pulling you close to him quickly, startling you a little from the suddenness of the movement.

"Jinnie, you're drunk." you let out a laugh as he whined and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Drunk or not, you're always pretty to me." he smiled against your skin, pressing his lips into your neck and kissing you gently.

"My grandparents are there at the table." you chuckled, trying to pry him off of you as your cheeks burned.

"Did you tell them you're staying here with me forever?" Hyunjin leaned back a little and looked up at you with a cute, hopeful expression on his face. Your heart skipped a beat as you wrapped your arms around him and he leaned against your chest.

"I'll tell them soon." you whispered and he rubbed his cheek against you.

"Mm." he sighed, closing his eyes and getting even closer to you, draping his leg over you and trapping you there with him.

"Hyunjin?" you chuckled after a few moments, caressing the back of his head but there was no answer. "Are you sleeping?" you looked down and sure enough, your Jinnie was fast asleep on you, his face smushed against your breast.

"Poor soul." Lino, one of your high school friends came up to you together with Chan.

"I think he is right where he wants to be." Chan smirked and you really wanted to kick his shin but Hyunjin's leg was blocking your movement.

"Please help me take him upstairs, I don't want him to go home like this." you asked and even though they wanted to tease the both of you, they decided to help. Hyunjin blinked confusedly when Chan shook him lightly.

"Hyunjinnie. We have to go inside." he told him.

"Noooo!" Hyunjin wailed dramatically and gripped you tighter.

"You can sleep upstairs in my bed." you said and immediately he lit up.

"I can?" Hyunjin smiled cutely and you nodded.

He started babbling about how happy he was as Lino and Chan lifted him and helped him get upstairs before they bid you good night and left with teasing smirks on their faces. Hyunjin sobered up enough to brush his teeth before he started throwing his clothes off like they were the biggest nuisance in the world. You just finished getting ready for bed, wearing your favorite nightgown when you walked back into your room and saw Hyunjin almost naked, in the process of taking his pants off. He hopped on one leg cursing and looking like a major klutz as he almost fell down while you observed him and giggled.

"Fuck this!" he whined, throwing himself on your bed and letting out an exhale.

"Need some help?" you walked closer to the bed and Hyunjin smirked at you.

"Please." he nodded.

You managed to slide his pants off, putting them aside before Hyunjin wrapped his legs around you and pulled you towards him, making you lose balance and fall on top of him.

"Jinnie!" you gasped and he chuckled, brushing your hair behind your ears.

"Being in this room with you is like you never left." he whispered and before you could even answer, he flipped you over so now your body was caged under his. Your breath got caught in your throat as you blinked up at him. "This bed, where I made you mine for the first time. Brings back so many memories." he added with a smirk, his plush lips on yours instanly. You let out a little sound of protest because you definitely did not want your first time after being back to the village to be when you're both tipsy.

"Wait, wait." you stopped him, your hands planted on his chest and you were trying to ignore how his muscles felt under your palms.

"What's wrong, bunny?" Hyunjin asked, lips ghosting over your jaw.

"I- I don't wanna do it like this, I want us both to be completely present and sober. I think we should go to sleep now." you said and Hyunjin smirked once again, his big hands on your waist, caressing you as he kissed your cheeks.

"Sleep, hm?" he teased, his hands ghosting over your body but not touching you exactly how you wanted him. Goosebumps rose on your skin as your eyes fluttered and you gripped onto his arms. "As you wish, doll." Hyunjin smirked and rolled off of you, getting comfy on your small bed. You forgot just how small it was, whenever he would secretly sleep over you were both cramped up in the bed and it usually ended with you lying on top of his body as he held you.

Hyunjin grabbed your teddy and wrapped his arms around it as he smirked at you sleepily.

"Give Jinnie to me." you demanded and he chuckled.

"No." Hyunjin shook his head. "You come here to us." he beckoned you with his arm and you gulped, hesitating for a moment and just looking at Hyunjin sprawled on your bed in nothing but his boxers. It was truly a sight for sore eyes and you couldn't get over the fact that he has gotten even hotter than he was six years ago. You let out a sigh and laid down in his arms, your head on his chest and your ear pressed against his heart that was beating erratically.

"Good night, Jinnie." you whispered after you managed to relax and melt into him, telling yourself that no matter how much time has passed and what he looked like now, he was still your Hyunjin.

You stirred in your bed, the weight and warmth of Hyunjin's body was gone and for a second you thought last night was just a dream but when you opened your eyes and looked to your right, you saw a small makeshift flower bouquet placed in Jinnie's paw and a note next to it. A smile spread on your face as you rolled over on your tummy and grabbed the note.

'Good morning, beautiful. Come to my house around lunch time.'

There was little hearts drawn at the end and Hyunjin's name scribbled down. You squealed in happiness, hugging Jinnie and pressing your face into the teddy, inhaling Hyunjin's scent that stayed everywhere on your bed and made you feel crazy.

You had an extra pep in your step when you came downstairs, trying to find your grandparents so you could tell them you're planning on staying. After searching around the kitchen and living room, you finally spotted them sitting in the backyard, talking and laughing as they enjoyed a warm cup of coffee. You smiled, observing them for a moment and remembering all the times you thought about Hyunjin and you spending the rest of your life together like them and it made your heart flutter.

"Good morning." you walked over to them and they greeted you with a smile.

"Sit with us, honey." nana said, pouring you a cup of coffee and giving you some cookies.

"Slept well?" she teased you and your face started burning immediately.

"Yes." you chuckled. "Um. I have to tell you both something."

"What is it?" grandpa asked and you took a deep breath in, explaining to them how unhappy you actually were in the city, how hard it was for you and how alone you felt. You told them about the multiple times you wanted to drop everything and come back to the village but something always stopped you from throwing away everything you worked so hard for, and then you explained how you quit your job after having to compete for a higher position but the girl you were competing with was bullying you and slept with your boss, which made her get the promotion you broke your back over just with your work. That was your last straw and you just couldn't stay there anymore.

By the time you finished explaining all of it both you and your nana were crying.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything before and made you think I was just visiting but I had no idea if you'd be willing to let me come back here for good." you sobbed.

"What are you talking about Y/n? Of course you can always come back here, this is your home. And we both missed you so much, right?" nana looked at your grandpa and he nodded in agreement. "That's right, we are so happy to have you here." he added and you felt the last stone lifting from your heart, relief washing over you that now everything has been clarified. You were back home and you were never leaving again.

-

Around lunch time, you were ready and buzzing, finally you were going to Hyunjin's house. As you approached it, Rina ran towards the fence, barking at you which caught Hyunjin's attention and he came out of the house, wearing an apron and a tanktop, making your mind dizzy. You were sure he was doing this on purpose to mess with you cause he knew very well how much power he had over you.

"Easy girl." he cooed at the dog, coming closer to the two of you and petting her black fur as she looked at him and sat, panting happily upon getting caressed. "This is Y/n, she's not dangerous." he stated as you walked into the yard and approached Rina cautiously.

"Well, maybe for my heart but that's a different thing." Hyunjin smirked and your cheeks reddened as you looked away from his mischievous smile. Rina barked at you but her tail was wagging as she approached you and started sniffing you before jumping on you and almost pushing you down.

"Oh my god!" you chuckled, petting the dog as she hopped around you happily, barking and running from you to Hyunjin and then back to you.

"She loves you." Hyunjin smiled as he observed the two of you.

"She's just the sweetest." you said.

"And very protective over me." Hyunjin smirked and you rolled your eyes playfully at him. "Let me show you around." he added and you nodded, Rina following behind the two of you. It was still the same house and garden but you could see how much work Hyunjin put in it. The flower garden was more than beautiful, the rest of the garden was full of different vegetables Hyunjin was growing and he even had his own lemon tree. You could see the entire house has been repainted, the windows changed and even the stable with horses was repaired. "How do you maintain all of this alone?" you wondered as Hyunjin took you through the stables where he had three horses and out towards the chicken coop.

"I work all day." Hyunjin shrugged. "Besides, Chan and Lino help me sometimes. And some of our other neighbors too. I mean I typically wake up around 5am and go to bed around 10pm, sometimes 11." he explained and you admired his work ethic and his persistence.

"That's amazing. You're so hardworking and resilient." you praised him and his cheeks got rosy. You knew how Hyunjin always enjoyed getting compliments, especially when he did something right and especially when they came from you.

"It's definitely hard sometimes and I wish I had someone here with whom I can split the work up with." he gave you a look and it was your turn to become red.

"Thank you for the flowers." you said as you neared the chickens.

"That was the least I could give you. Sorry for getting drunk at your grandparents' anniversary dinner." he chuckled and you shook your head.

"You're fine, don't worry." you waved your hand.

While you were talking, a curious chicken came closer and gave you a startle, making you jump a little and grab onto Hyunjin's arm as you shrieked. Hyunjin burst out into laughter and you frowned at him.

"It's not funny!"

"It so is. That's literally just a chicken, Y/n." Hyunjin kept chuckling.

"A chicken that is out to get me!" you shrieked again as the said chicken kept walking towards you menacingly. "Ah!" you screamed as the chicken sped up towards you and you jumped back, scaring half of the other chickens and making Rina bark. One wrong move and you slipped, falling down into the muddy soil, the pretty white dress you put on now completely ruined. Rina ran to you and barked, wagging her tail as the chicken gave up and went on her merry way like this was her plan the entire time. Hyunjin stared at you in shock before he started laughing so hard that his face became red and he doubled over, gripping his stomach. You really wanted the earth to open up this time and pull you down so far so you never embarrass yourself in front of Hyunjin again.

"Stop laughing at me." you pouted, your eyes welling up with tears as you were planted on your knees and palms.

"I'm sorry, but that was just too funny." Hyunjin came closer to you and you looked up at him, trying to look as mad as you could but the tears in your eyes softened Hyunjin up. "Come here." he cooed at you, grabbing your arms gently and helping you lift up.

"My dress is ruined." you couldn't help the tears that started sliding down your cheeks.

"Don't cry bunny, you can shower here and I'll give you something to wear, hm?" Hyunjin touched your cheek, tenderly wiping your tears away with his thumb. You hiccuped and nodded and he chuckled at your cuteness, grabbing your face and leaning in to peck your lips.

He led you into the house and despite feeling embarrassed and sad that your pretty dress was ruined, you still felt shocked when you walked in. The house that was like your second home here looked completely different than it did while you were growing up here. Your wide eyes wondered everywhere, not only was it repaired and repainted, the furniture was new and rearranged differently and there was art everywhere that you presumed was probably Hyunjin's. Everything was so neat and pretty, his house seemed so warm and cozy, a place you could see yourself spending time in with him.

"What do you think?" Hyunjin chewed on his lip, looking at you cutely with wide sparkly eyes.

"Hyune, it's beautiful! I love what you did with it. Somehow, it seems more spacious and like there's more light coming in." you said and he giggled.

"Yes, I wanted to make use of natural light as much as I could." he led you upstairs to his bathroom. "Here, you can shower and I'll make some lunch for us." he added and you nodded as you kept marvelling at everything he did with the space. Hyunjin found a shirt that was oversized even on him so it would definitely be like a dress for you.

"Here." he gave you the shirt and smirked. "Need help?" he added as he motioned towards the shower.

"I think I can handle it." you giggled and Hyunjin gave you a kiss before leaving to the kitchen. You took in the state of yourself in the mirror, cursing quietly when you saw just how much mud you were covered up in. You slowly peeled off the dress and then your underwear, before stepping into the shower. You managed to wash off the mud pretty quickly, replaying the entire scene in your head and feeling more and more embarrassed the more you thought of it.

After drying off and putting your underwear back on, you grabbed Hyunjin's shirt and your gut stirred at the smell of him. You put it on, the fabric soft against your smooth skin and you melted into it, hugging yourself with a smile on your face. This was not the first time you wore his clothes and you missed the feeling of it, your mind wandering back to the nights you spent in his embrace, stealing his shirt after which would make him even more crazy for you.

You finally went downstairs, feeling a little shy as you pulled the shirt down even though Hyunjin had already seen everything before and even saw you in your underwear at the lake. When you walked into the kitchen, he was whistling to the music playing in the background while stirring at the stove. He looked up at you and his lips parted, eyes darkening instantly. "Bunny..." he let out a breath and walked closer to you. Your heart started pounding in your ears as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his body, his lips on yours instantly. You kissed back, gripping at him before you felt something nudging your leg. The two of you parted and saw Rina, wagging her tail happily and pushing her head into your body.

"She wants attention." you started petting her immediately. "Reminds me of someone." you teased and Hyunjin gasped, dramatically placing his hand on his chest.

"Comparing me to a dog, huh?" he shook his head with a smile as you shrugged. "You look so good in my shirt, doll." Hyunjin bit on his lip and your face burned. You thanked him sheepishly, making him chuckle before he went back to cooking and you joined him, helping him out and feeling so domestic, and like you were right where you belonged.

The lunch was delicious and the mud mishap was soon forgotten as Hyunjin gave you a full tour of the house, ending in his room where he showed you his favorite paintings and sketchbooks that were unsurprisingly full of you. You were flipping through one of them when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his body, his lips on your neck. You gasped, your hands shaking and making you drop the sketchbook on the floor as Hyunjin gently kissed your skin. "Jinnie..." you exhaled when his tongue darted out to lick at you before he sunk his teeth in. You tilted your head, completely melting against him as your entire body started burning up.

"I craved you so much." Hyunjin nipped at your shoulder and you squeezed his hands.

"Me too." you whispered before turning in his arms and grabbing his face as you smashed your lips against his. Nothing mattered but him in that moment, the two of you had a hunger that could only be satiated with each other. Your kiss was harsh and sloppy, your teeth clashing and hands grabbing everywhere but neither of you cared.

You felt the fire inside you burning up and spreading all the way to the tips of your fingers that grazed Hyunjin's skin. You needed him more than ever and being with him here made you realize that you had no idea how you managed to live all these years without him.

"Bunny, I can't... I want to worship you and take my time with you so badly, I want to kiss every inch of your skin and make love to you but I can't... I need to have you right now." he panted hard as he grabbed at your hips, leading you to the bed.

"Take me Hyunjin, please. I need you so much." you gripped his arms and Hyunjin let out a low growl before pushing you down onto the bed. It was as if he had no idea what to do first, staring at you sprawled under him for a moment before he put his hands on your thighs, squeezing the flesh.

Your legs parted, the shirt riding up and revealing the red lace panties you wore. "Damn doll, are you trying to kill me?"

"Maybe." you giggled and Hyunjin smirked at you before spreading your legs more and lowering his middle on top of yours. You gasped a little when you felt his length pressing and rubbing against you. He leaned in closer to your face, his arms caging you in.

"Can you feel what you do to me, bunny?" he moaned, rolling his hips against yours. You knew he wanted to tease you but his mind was far too gone for that. Hyunjin has waited for years for you to come back and to be in his arms, for him to taste you, feel you, kiss you, be inside you.

"Hyune... Please..." you were no better, your entire body was yearning for him, every fiber of your being screamed his name. Hyunjin couldn't wait, he leaned back and took off his shirt so you did the same, revealing that you didn't wear a bra.

"Naughty bunny." Hyunjin smirked, giving you a look and you grabbed his wrists gently, placing his palms on your chest. Hyunjin's eyes fluttered as he squeezed, thumbs swiping on your sensitive nipples. He cursed under his breath as he kept massaging your breasts and rubbing against you. You lifted your hips up to meet his, you needed to feel more of him. Your fingers hooked in his pants and you tugged so he lifted up a little to take them off. Hyunjin leaned down to kiss you, his tongue dominating yours as he slid your panties off, then his boxers before placing his hands on your thighs again and caressing them. His lips traveled down your neck to your collarbone then to your breasts, kissing and nipping at the flesh before he wrapped them against your nipple, sucking harshly as his fingertips pressed on your clit. A loud moan slipped your lips as you gripped his shoulders.

"Hyunjin." you moaned desperately, your body arching into him and he shushed you, his fingers sliding through your wet folds, separating them before he slowly pushed his finger in. It was a welcomed intrusion after not being with anyone for years, you haven't even dated after going to the city, you still felt like you belonged to Hyunjin and you thought about him every day so even the thought of letting someone else touch you was too much for you.

Hyunjin slowly pumped his finger inside you, feeling how wet you were getting before adding another finger, scissoring you open for him. He noticed you seemed deep in thought so he slowed down and leaned in to look at you.

"Is something wrong, doll?" he asked and you snapped out of your thoughts.

"Have you been with anyone since I left?" you asked in a small voice, blinking at him and Hyunjin let out a chuckle.

"No, I waited for you." he whispered, kissing you gently and you clenched around him. "You like that, bunny? Like that I'm only yours?" he bit on your lip and looked at you teasingly as he continued fingering you.

"Yes, yes Hyunjin!" you moaned when he hit that special spot inside you and his eyes darkened.

"What about you, doll? Did you let someone else touch what's only mine, hm?" he asked, fucking you faster.

"N-no. Only you, Hyunjin. I'm only yours." you moaned and he growled lowly again, getting more worked up as he wrapped his hand around his length and pumped it a few times.

"You never stopped being mine, little bunny. And I never stopped being yours." he moaned, pulling his fingers out before licking at them. Your heart was beating hard at the sight and the words that he said. It was true, you were his from the moment you first saw him until the end of time.

"Missed your taste." he moaned before grabbing his cock and pressing it against your clit. "I don't have any condoms." he added and you moaned as he ran his hard tip on your folds.

"T-that was never a problem with us." you bit on your lip and Hyunjin moaned as he started slowly pushing inside you, filling you up perfectly and stretching you out just for him. You whimpered, your legs opening more as you welcomed him inside you, where he belonged. Hyunjin took a moment to gather himself when he bottomed out, his eyes fluttering shut as you squeezed around him.

"God, bunny. I missed this pussy so much." you moaned at the dirty way he spoke, clenching even harder around him. "I won't last long."

You whimpered as he started moving, his muscles contracting with each movement as his arms caged you. You couldn't stop admiring him on top of you; the buzzcut worked so well with the new, more manly look, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes dark as he bit on his lip, his cheeks flushed and a thin sheen of sweat forming on his skin, the veins portruding. He looked so beautiful like that, all lost in you as he moaned quietly. Your hands came up to touch the back of his neck and his shoulders, so smooth and firm and Hyunjin gripped your hips.

"Fuck, I can't!" he whined loudly before he started snapping his hips into you. Both of you were a moaning, desperate mess, missing each other for so long. Hyunjin's hands had a bruising grip on your hips, your nails dug into his flesh as you wrapped your legs around him and pressed your heels into his ass, making him go deeper. He moaned loudly, fucking you harder, his cock splitting you apart deliciously.

"I'm g-gonna cum!" he whined almost as if he was disappointed in himself for finishing so quickly but you couldn't really blame him because you were on the verge yourself.

"Cum inside me, Jinnie!" you moaned and his eyes went wide for a moment before he gripped you harder.

"Are you sure?" he panted and you nodded quickly, your nails leaving red angry marks on his skin.

"Yes please Hyune, I need to feel you." you moaned and he whimpered, fucking you harder and chasing his high and your legs started trembling around him. He knew you were close by your moans and the way your body reacted, the way your pussy clenched around him so hard like you wanted him inside you forever.

"Let go for me, doll." he encouraged you and you moaned, the coil snapping as you came around him, making him even more wet.

Hyunjin cursed and moaned loudly, his hips stuttering before he exploded, filling you up with his warm cum and riding his high as you held onto him. He plopped down on top of you as both of you tried to catch your breath.

"Y/n. My bunny, my love." Hyunjin smiled, kissing you gently as you held each other.

"Jinnie. I love you so much." you whispered against his lips and felt him twitch inside you.

"I love you more than anything, doll." he said before kissing you again, his tongue slowly massaging yours and making your body burn all over again. His hands were on your breasts, massaging and squeezing, gently pinching and pulling on your nipples as he kept stealing your breath. You felt him slowly becoming harder inside you and you clenched, your pussy sore but welcoming. You touched his back and caressed his head and neck, making him whimper against you. It didn't take long for him to become fully hard again.

"I'm gonna make love to you." he whispered, kissing your lips again then grabbing your hand and kissing it before pinning it down on the bed, next to your head, his other hand on your waist.

"Hyunjin." you moaned out his name as he started to slowly move inside you, the drag of his cock against your walls was driving you crazy. Your eyes fluttered shut and you let yourself melt into the moment, the space filling up with sounds of your bodies and your moans as you both got lost in loving each other. Your lips brushed against his jaw and neck, kissing him and gently licking at his skin, the droplets of sweat that were sliding down his neck. He threw his head back when you sunk your teeth into his skin, marking him as yours. Hyunjin's hips stuttered and he fucked you a little harder and deeper but still slowly.

Your eyes fluttered open and met with his, full of love and lust.

"I wanna be like this with you forever." he moaned and you squeezed him with your legs, your nails digging into his shoulders again.

"Me too, Hyune, I wanna be with you forever." you breathed out.

He sped up a little, his hands roaming all over your body, his sweat dripping down onto your skin, making everything hot and wet.

"Ah!" you whimpered when he hit the spot. "You feel perfect inside me."

Hyunjin groaned at the praise, his hips snapping into yours harder as his fingers found your sensitive clit, moving in circles and trying to bring you to your high. His lips were on your skin again, kissing, licking and nipping before he grabbed your breast with his free hand and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking hard and making your body tremble against him. The fact that you were even more wet and slippery than before because he had already came inside you drove you insane and you snapped, cumming around him and squeezing him again. Hyunjin's eyes rolled back and all he could do was moan your name as he sped up, your hips and pussy burning at the overstimulation and movement before he released inside you, filling you up again.

"Fuck." this time he pulled out of you, watching as his cum oozed out of your pussy. "Wow." he gasped a little, reaching out to touch your folds and you whimpered.

"Are you- are you on the pill?" Hyunjin asked as he retracted his hand and you started laughing when you realized he hadn't even asked before and that you didn't even think about it.

"No, I wasn't sleeping with anyone so I didn't need them." you said and Hyunjin's face went red.

"It's okay." you beckoned him closer with your hand and he crawled to you instanly, laying on top of you and propping himself up with his elbows as he looked at you softly, caressing your head and playing with your hair. "We talked about having kids..."

Hyunjin let out a chuckle before pecking your lips.

"We did but now that you're back I wanted to enjoy you just a little more. Have you all to myself, my little bunny. And I know it might be cliche but I wanted us to get married first." he said and your heart fluttered.

"You never stopped thinking about that?" you asked, caressing his back.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to. Did you?"

"I always thought that if I hadn't left we would've already been married and had at least one baby." you confessed and Hyunjin's body trembled as he pressed himself harder against you.

"There's nothing more I want than to have everything with you, my love." he said, kissing you gently and lovingly.

"Me too." you gasped for air between kisses.

"Are you ready for round three then?" he smirked and you felt his length twitching against your thigh.

"Oh wow." you laughed and Hyunjin chuckled.

"What can I say, I missed you." he kissed your jaw again. "I just wanna be inside you."

"Please Hyunjin." you whimpered, feeling aroused for him easily.

"Don't worry bunny, I got you. All mine tonight." he moaned, pushing into your sore pussy but it felt so good to you. "Gotta make sure it sticks." Hyunjin added with a smirk and you gasped, your eyes rolling back as he filled you up.

You spent almost the entire night in each other's embrace, making love or just cuddling and talking, but both of you felt so insatiable that you just couldn't stop until early morning hours.

"This is about the time I usually wake up." Hyunjin said as he blinked sleepily, rubbing his cheek against your breast as you held him in your arms. You looked out at the dark sky, giggling a little.

"We should get some sleep." you said and Hyunjin whined, squeezing your other breast with his hand.

"I can't... I need to feed the horses... And take Rina out for a walk and..." his voice got more and more quiet before you realized he was fast asleep. A smile spread on your lips as you relaxed and let yourself fall asleep too.

You woke up a few hours later, the sun blazing through the curtains and you groaned, covering your face. Your entire body was sore, last night you had used some muscles that were dormant for years, but the most sore place was between your legs. When you remembered everything you did with Hyunjin last night and how many times he had moaned into your ear about fucking a baby into you, your mind went hazy and you felt that wave of hotness rise inside you.

You noticed you were alone in the bed, tangled in his sheets and the smell of him and you rolled over to his side after noticing another little bouquet of flowers. You smiled to yourself and willed yourself to get up and take a shower even though your legs were in pain too.

By the time you came down, Hyunjin was nowhere to be seen but you found some coffee and toast, deciding to make yourself some breakfast. You sat at the counter and ate while listening to some music. Hyunjin suddenly walked in from the back door.

"Oh bunny! Good morning." he smirked as he came closer to you and you could see the sweat on his body glistening, making you feel aroused instantly at the sight and smell of him.

"Morning." your voice came out breathy as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed you.

"I was just working out back in the shed." he started and Rina ran in barking and jumping at you happily. You chuckled and cooed at her as you started petting her head. "She helped out." Hyunjin added and you giggled.

"I'm sure she did."

"Would you like to go horse riding with me today?" he asked and you let out a laugh.

"I mean, I'd love to but you tired me out last night." you said sheepishly and he cackled, making you smack his arm a few times which made Rina bark.

"Careful, you can't hit me in front of Rina." he had a smug smile on his face and you rolled your eyes, shoving him away playfully. "Come on, we used to go all the time. I missed doing everything with you, doll."

"Fine, but I'm going home first to change and say hello to my grandparents." you pointed your finger at him and he grabbed your wrist, gently kissing your fingertip before he pressed your hand on his chest.

"Come back to me soon, doll."

-

It didn't take long for you to get ready and skip back to Hyunjin's house, especially after missing him for so many years; you felt like you needed to make up for all the lost time. Hyunjin was waiting for you in the stable, preparing the horses for the ride. As soon as you walked in, he smiled at you, waving at you to come closer. Hyunjin gave you the elevator eyes, you were dressed and ready for the activity you were going to share with him this afternoon.

"God, you look so cute my bunny." he put his hands behind his back and leaned in to kiss you, making you giggle against his lips.

"You're cute." you poked his cheek and he chuckled.

"I am?" he gave you a cute face, making his dimples visible as he smiled and his eyes disappeared, turning into little slits. For emphasis he put his palms around his face as if he was presenting his cuteness to you and you could not believe that this was the same man who had you shaking under him last night.

"The cutest." you giggled and he seemed satisfied with the answer, giving you another sweet kiss.

"So, this beauty over here is Aurora." Hyunjin took your hand in his and walked closer to the horse. It let out a snorting sound, making you jolt a little and Hyunjin chuckled.

"Don't tell me you forgot how to ride." he smirked at you with a pointed look and you smacked his arm as he giggled, knowing you would react like that. Your cheeks went red despite last night and despite everything else you shared with him.

"You better be quiet." you threatened him and he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"You weren't saying that last night."

"Hyunjin. Please. The horses don't need to listen to this." you whispered the last sentence, giving Aurora a few gentle pets.

Hyunjin laughed before nodding. "Alright, well she is yours for today. And I'm taking Midnight." he pointed to a black horse and you nodded, feeling excited because you missed things like this in the city, spending time in nature even though insects frightened you.

The two of you made your way out with your horses, Hyunjin helping you get up on Aurora and then patting your butt affectionately as you sat down. Your cheeks became rosy as he smirked at you and climbed up on Midnight. He looked so hot in that moment that you were already getting worked up despite still being sore.

You made your way towards the fields, the sun shining on you as you rode your horses and enjoyed the fresh air and the breeze. Everything that was bothering you before you came here was left in the dust your horses lifted as they ran, the past was put behind you and you could clearly see the path ahead.

The two of you made it to one of the pretty fields, letting the horses rest as you tied them aside and Hyunjin brought a blanket for the two of you to sit on. Quietly, you enjoyed the beautiful day together as you closed your eyes and let the sun's warmth kiss you while Hyunjin kept his eyes fixed on you.

"I forgot just how peaceful it is here." you sighed before looking at Hyunjin.

"But you spent most of your life here, more than in the city. You know this place like the back of your hand." his head tilted and you shrugged.

"Maybe it didn't take long for me to get used to the city."

"Then it won't be long for you to get used to being back here." he said and bit on his lip. "Come here bunny." he tapped his thigh and you chuckled, your face becoming red. "Come sit in my lap, I need you close to me." Hyunjin added and you shook your head lightly before coming closer to him and sitting in his lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist as he leaned in and kissed you sweetly, before gently swiping his tongue on your lower lip. You parted your lips and he kissed you sensually, like he was trying to explore every part of you and remember your taste forever.

Hyunjin leaned back suddenly and gave you a serious look as he held your hips.

"Y/n, you really are the most important person in my life. You are my best friend and my only lover. And I want you to stay here with me forever and for us to build a life together but only if you want that. I don't want you to feel like I forced you to be here in the village and made you throw away your uni degree and the career you worked so hard for. I need to know that you are absolutely sure you want this, cause I don't want you to resent me one day." Hyunjin exhaled shakily and you smiled, grabbing his face and smushing his cute cheeks.

"You're the most important person in my life too. And even without knowing you still loved me and wanted to be with me I came back here with the plan to stay. There is nothing for me there, that career was a disappointment, almost a waste of time that I could've been spending here with you. Besides, I am still young and there is time to change careers. This is my decision to stay here and if I have you too, then that's just added happiness. I would never resent you Hyunjin, because I want to build a life with you too, I want us to grow old together like my grandparents. I always imagined us like that."

"Oh bunny, you have no idea how happy that makes me." Hyunjin gave you the sweetest smile before crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was passionate and full of love, all bursting around the two of you. He kissed your neck before flipping you over and you gasped under him.

"Beloved, it's the middle of the day, other people come here. A-and the horses are right there." you nodded towards the animals who seemed interested only in the grass.

"Doll, let me just have a taste of you, please?" Hyunjin rubbed your hips, giving you the cutest pout and puppy eyes and you were weak for him. It never took too long for you to lose your panties around him which was what happened as soon as you said yes. He took off your pants and underwear, immediately diving in between your legs as he held them open, gripping at your thighs.

"My sweet bunny." Hyunjin kissed and nipped on your thighs, leaving bite marks in his wake all the way up to your core.

"Mm." he moaned the moment his plump lips touched your folds. "Baby." he whined and flatened his tongue against you, giving you a few languid licks, enjoying the taste of you before the tip of his tongue started flicking your clit. You whimpered quietly as your legs trembled, still aware that you were outside and anyone could see you.

Hyunjin however, didn't care. He was moaning into your pussy desperately as soon as he pushed his tongue in, eating you out like you were the sweetest treat ever. His nose brushed against your clit perfectly as he moved and you were still so sensitive from last night so it didn't take long for you to release your essence all over his lips and tongue as you gripped onto the blanket.

"Bunny, you taste so sweet." he whined, licking around his lips. You looked around, chuckling and quickly pulling your pants up, cringing a little at the wetness.

"Let me make you feel good too, Jinnie." you were now closer to him, your hands on his thighs.

"You don't have to do it right now, we can go back to my house and-"

"Hyune... You can't ride back with this." you smirked, cupping his bulge through his pants and he whined instanly, lifting up into your hand and grinding against it.

"Yeah, you're right." Hyunjin moaned as you kissed his jaw and neck while working to unbutton his pants and slide them down with his boxers, at least enough to pull his cock out. You moaned at the sight of him and you were so eager to have him in your mouth again after not tasting him for so long. You leaned down, gathering spit before you spit on his cock and made him gasp, lifting his hips up to you again. You gave him a few pumps as you smirked at him and Hyunjin was already falling apart. He was equally as weak for you as you were for him.

You swirled your tongue around his head, dipping it into his slit and he shook against you, his hips lifting up and his hand tangling in your hair.

"More, please more bunny." he begged desperately and you moaned around him as you slid down, taking more of his length in.

"Just like that baby, keep going." he encouraged you as you tried to relax your throat and breathe through your nose. Hyunjin whimpered when you gripped the base of his cock, bobbing your head up and down. He gripped your hair, his moans becoming high pitched so you looked up and almost came in your panties at the sight. He was completely lost in the pleasure you were giving him, his head thrown back, his neck on full display with his Adam's apple bobbing up and down every time he gulped and his veins visible. Your eyes fluttered as you moaned around him and fondled his balls with your other hand, making his hips jerk up into you which made you gag a little.

"Fuck. Taking me so well, bunny." he growled, fucking up into you slowly as he gripped your hair harder. "G-gonna cum."

"Mm." you moaned, massaging his balls and sucking him like your life depended on it as he kept fucking up into you.

"Ah! Love seeing those pretty lips around me!" Hyunjin whined loudly, snapping his hips a little harder against you before you felt him twitch and release inside you. You swallowed every last drop he gave you, overstimulating him until he was almost pushing you away.

"Fuck, bunny. You're gonna be the death of me." he said as you lifted up and wiped your lips.

"That good, hm?" you teased him with a smirk and he smirked back at you as he got dressed.

"Well, you seem to love my cum so I'm just giving you what you love, you know, thinking of your happiness." he teased and you smacked his arm, making him laugh because he loved provoking you.

"Shut up." you muttered in embarrassment and he giggled before pouting at you and coming closer to you. He gently took your chin in his hand and made you look at him.

"I love you." he said.

"I love you too." you smiled and kissed him, tasting your essence on his tongue.

"Wanna ride a little more then go back to my house?" he asked and you nodded eagerly.

"I'd love to."

-

Currently, you were sitting in Hyunjin's very big bath, waiting for him to join you as you soaped up your arms with the bubbles, playing around with them.

"Here I am!" he ran in, quickly closing the door behind him. "Had to feed Rina plus she felt neglected and deprived of my love." he added, stripping his clothes and throwing them in the hamper haphazardly.

"You trying to make me feel guilty?" you asked, blowing a bubble at him and he giggled.

"No doll, you know you're always my number one." he smirked, throwing his underwear aside and you looked away in embarrassment.

He chuckled at you and got in, sitting between your legs and you squealed as he made the water splash around you.

"Will you help me wash my back?" he looked at you sideways with a little pout and you chuckled.

"Of course, beloved." you smiled as you took a clean cloth and made it wet before you started gently washing his back. Hyunjin closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relaxation. You enjoyed the quiet moment, gently rubbing his skin before gliding over it with your other hand, loving the feeling of his wet and soft skin against yours. You leaned in and kissed his shoulders, your breasts pressing against him and nipples grazing him. Hyunjin let out a shaky breath as you wrapped your arms around him and kept kissing his upper back and the back of his neck, catching the droplets of water with your lips.

"I'm so happy." he said and you smiled against him as he caressed your hands. "I was lonely without you, my bunny. I drowned that in work but in moments like this, when it's quiet, and especially late at night I imagined you next to me, wished you were here. And now you are."

"I'm sorry, Jinnie. I'll never leave you again." you said, brushing your lips against his neck.

"I know." he shivered and then leaned back into you as you held him and caressed his chest and stomach, your hand coming in contact with his cock that was hard again.

"Jinnie." you giggled in delight.

"I can't help it when you're touching me." he whined and you kept giggling as you wrapped your hand around him and gave him a few teasing tugs before you released him completely, making him groan.

"Love, you promised we'd go stargazing tonight." you teased.

"The stars will be there tomorrow." he smirked, turning around in the bath and making the water splash around again.

"So will we." you chuckled, running your finger on his defined jaw.

"Mm." he smirked, eyes already hooded as he leaned in and captured your lips in his. You gave in instantly, craving him as much as he craved you.

"I want to go stargazing." you said when the two of you parted for air and Hyunjin chuckled, shaking his head.

"Whatever my bunny wants. Give me a few moments to try and calm down, hm?" he said, kissing your jaw before he got up, getting out of the bath and making his way to the shower. "Join me." he reached his hand towards you and you grabbed it, getting out of the bath with his help.

The moment you shared in the shower was sweet and gentle as you helped each other wash off, playing around with the water.

"So, you like how I did the house?" Hyunjin asked as you dried off.

"I love it so much. It's artsy but cozy and warm. It still has that vintage vibe, you just made it better." you told him and he blushed, smiling cutely at you.

"I decorated it with the thought of you." he confessed, suddenly looking shy and reminding you of that little boy that almost hid behind his mother the first time he laid eyes on you.

"Hyunjin." your eyes watered instantly and you started crying.

"Bunny, don't cry." Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you, shushing you and pulling you into his chest as he caressed your head.

"I'm sorry." you whimpered and he chuckled at your cute pouty face as he looked down at you.

"Move in with me. There's no need to wait." he kissed your head and you squeezed him tighter.

"Packing tomorrow." you looked up at him with a smile and he chuckled, leaning down to kiss you as he wiped your tears away.

-

It was a beautiful, clear and quiet night, just what you needed for one of your favorite activities. Stargazing was a little ritual you did together even before you started dating, when you were just friends. You'd lay near your tree and look up at the stars wondering what's in store for you and Hyunjin, and he'd be nervously gathering courage to confess to you and kiss you only to back out every time you smiled at him.

After becoming a couple, you'd spend warm evenings loving each other under the blanket of stars, hidden by the grass and flowers around you. You'd look up at the stars then and thank them.

Hyunjin brought a blanket this time like always and you laid next to each other, your bare arms touching.

"Jinnie, can I ask you something?" you turned to look at him.

"Anything." he met your eyes.

"I noticed this when I got here the first day but why did you carve only your name in the tree, under ours?"

His eyes softened before he sat up and looked at the tree.

"For when you come back, so you can add your name and we can make a new start together." he smiled and your eyes watered.

"Jinnie." you whined, sitting up and resting your forehead on his shoulder. "You're too sweet."

"Here." he gave you his pocket knife and motioned at the tree. "You can add your name now."

Hyunjin helped you out and the two of you admired your work, a new carving of your names signifying a new phase of your relationship, where both of you have grown and matured. You turned towars him, grabbing his face and smashing your lips into his as you kissed him passionately. Hyunjin returned the kiss enthusiastically, pulling you in his lap. Your hips started grinding against him instantly and he smirked into the kiss.

"Is my bunny needy for me?" Hyunjin leaned back to look at you, caressing your face and putting your hair behind your ear.

"Mm, always." you moaned quietly as his other hand grabbed at your ass, squeezing and giving you a light smack.

Hyunjin chuckled at the state of you, already unraveling and he hasn't even done anything. You bit on your lip and gripped his shoulders as you started dragging your core against his. Hyunjin's head fell back as he gripped your hips and helped you move against him, pressing you down and making you feel his growing bulge.

"What you do to me, doll." he almost growled, gripping you harder and moving his hips up into yours.

"Hyunjin." you moaned his name, your hands sliding down his chest to his abs and then to the button on his jeans as you worked to open it. He smirked into the kiss again, letting you struggle for a moment before he leaned away from your lips and helped you take off his pants. His hands slid under your dress, up until he touched your panties.

"So wet, my bunny." he looked at you lustfully, his lips parting as he touched you clit and played with it, sliding his fingers down to your folds and feeling the wetness even through the fabric.

"I need you." you whined and he chuckled.

"I need you too, bunny." he whispered and you stood up to slide your panties off as Hyunjin watched you with hazy eyes. He slid his pants and underwear down, pulling you down into his lap again. Your wet pussy pressed against his hard cock and both of you moaned as you grinded on him, getting him wet with your juices.

"Ah, doll!" Hyunjin whined, pushing his hips up into you and you lifted just a little to grab his cock and push it inside you. He groaned as you sat down on him slowly, feeling every inch of him stretching your still sore pussy.

"You okay, bunny?" Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your waist as you let out a hiss.

"Y-yes, perfect." you whimpered, gripping at his shoulders as you started circling your hips on top of him. "Oh my god." you groaned, feeling his tip brushing against something delicious deep inside you.

"Good, baby?" Hyunjin smirked, holding your hips but you knew he was close to losing control.

"Mm yes." you shut your eyes tightly as you started to bounce on him slowly and Hyunjin let out a loud moan.

"Ah, bunny! You feel so good. So perfect for me. I wanna stay inside you forever."

You clenched hard at his words, fucking on his length faster, your hips slapping against his. Hyunjin's hand gripped your dress and pushed it up before he grabbed your ass, giving it a few smacks and making you whimper and squeeze around his cock again.

"Please, Hyune, I need more, please!" you whimpered, fucking on him as hard as you could even though your thighs started burning. Hyunjin looked at you, your flushed face and your tits bouncing with your movement, his cock disappearing completely inside you. You were driving him insane.

"You want some help bunny?" he asked, gripping your hips.

"Yes, please!" you whined and Hyunjin smirked before he started snapping his hips up into you.

Both of you were a desperate mess of moans and curses, fucking into each other as if you hadn't been together all night yesterday.

"Gonna get you pregnant, my bunny. Want you to be mine forever." Hyunjin growled as you fell apart on top of him, exploding all over his cock.

"Please, Hyune, want to have your baby." you mumbled, your entire body shaking on top of him and Hyunjin growled, his eyes rolling back as he came, ropes of warm cum filling you up, your pussy milking him dry.

You held each other for a moment, trying to gather your senses as you breathed hard. Hyunjin leaned back and gave you a cute smile.

"I mean it, you know. I really want a little one running around our house. A baby that we made out of love." Hyunjin said, holding your face in his palms.

"Me too, I want it so much." your voice was shaky as you leaned in and kissed him, not missing the detail where he called his house yours.

"After last night and today it would be a surprise if you weren't already pregnant." he smiled, brushing his lips against yours.

You chuckled as your face burned. "I hope so."

Hyunjin smiled, kissing you until you became breathless. The two of you cleaned up and got dressed, lying down in each other's arms so you could actually do what you came to do here - watch the stars.

Once again, you thanked them for leading you back to your Hyunjin.

Six months later

You were drinking your morning tea, staring out the window as your free hand landed on your tummy and you let out a sigh of happiness. Hyunjin came from upstairs, all fresh from a shower and noticed you smiling to yourself, the sun illuminating your features.

"How are my girls?" Hyunjin asked as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands on your baby bump, caressing you gently as he kissed you neck and inhaled your sweet scent.

"Good actually. The tea is helping with nausea." you turned your head a little to look at his face and his eyes were filled with so much love and happiness that it made you shiver, your heart fluttering.

"What?" you chuckled as he kept looking at you with a big smile on his face.

"Have I told you how breathtaking you are, my doll?" he exhaled, nuzzling into you.

"Only every day." you giggled.

"And I will continue doing so for the rest of my life." Hyunjin kissed your cheek and you turned in his arms to give him a proper kiss, enjoying the feeling of his plump lips against yours. Your hands flew to his hair that was now black and growing out and you ran your fingers through the soft tufts.

"I have something for you." he said when the two of you broke apart.

"What is it?" you tilted your head and Hyunjin rounded the couch where Rina was cuddled up, making her raise her head and look at him. He stood in front of the stereo and pressed a few buttons before the familiar melody of Photograph started playing.

"Hyun..." your eyes watered and he skipped towards you, reaching his hand to you. You grabbed it and he pulled you into him, dancing with you, softly swaying you side to side.

"This has always been our song. The one we danced to at prom too. And now we can have our first dance at our wedding to this song as well."

"H-Hyunjin." your lips trembled as happy tears spilled from your eyes.

"I wanted to wait for a perfect moment, have this elaborate dinner and speech but I think this is the perfect moment. You and me in our house with our baby on the way and Rina with us. So I have something to ask you, bunny." Hyunjin got on one knee in front of you, taking out a little box from the pocket of his sweats and opening it up to reveal a beatiful ring.

You gasped, your heart beating fast as more tears spilled from your eyes. You knew he was going to propose to you but nothing prepared you for the tornado of feelings that were swirling inside you.

"Y/n, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"

"Yes!" you yelled almost before he ended the sentence and he chuckled happily, sliding the ring on your finger.

"I love you so much, Jinnie." you cried as he stood up and wrapped his arms around you.

"I love you more than anything, my little bunny." he kissed you, the tears of happiness sliding down his cheeks too.

"I promised you forever, didn't I?"

And there was no other way you wanted to spend forever than to be by Hyunjin's side.

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[5starluvr]

You’re Going Out Like That?

Link to the request

Pairing: Poly!Stray Kids x Reader (OT8)

Genre:Fluff,Suggestive

Warnings:pretty suggestive

300 follower event

You step out of the bedroom in a fitted outfit that hugs your body like sin itself and ask casually:

“How do I look?”

The room goes silent.

Comically silent.

Eight pairs of eyes turn to you. Freeze. And stay stuck like a corrupted system reboot.

Felix is the first to break. “Holy…” he breathes, eyes wide. “You’re not seriously going out like that, are you?”

You smirk, slowly turning around to show off. “Why not?”

Hyunjin chokes. “Why not?” he repeats, tone an octave higher. “Because you look like you just walked off a catwalk and into my fantasies.”

Han is clinging to the back of the couch like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. “Oh no,” he mutters. “They’ve weaponized the fit.”

“I’m not gonna survive this,” Seungmin says flatly, though his eyes never leave you. “You turned the hallway into a thirst trap.”

Changbin squints like he’s in physical pain. “Is it hot in here? Or is that just my soul leaving my body?”

“You’re going out looking like that and we’re supposed to just… let you?” Jeongin whines. “You’re gonna break hearts out there. Ours included.”

Minho’s already on his feet, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. “I’m not saying you look illegal,” he says slowly, “but if I see even one person glance at you the wrong way, I’m going to commit a minor felony.”

And then there’s Chan.

Dead silent. Just blinking at you like he’s buffering. You shoot him a playful look.

“Cat got your tongue, Channie?”

He finally speaks, voice low and a little dangerous. “You look so good it’s disrespectful. I feel disrespected.”

You can’t help but laugh — which only makes things worse.

Seungmin points. “And they laugh like that? Yeah. No. You’re not going anywhere.”

Felix walks up, tugging gently at the hem of your top. “This is too pretty to share. Can we keep you home? Like… forever?”

You roll your eyes. “I’m just going out with friends.”

Hyunjin pouts, dramatic as ever. “But do your friends deserve to see this? Do they know how lucky they are?”

Han nods. “Because if not, I’d like to submit a formal complaint.”

“Do you even remember how to breathe properly around people when you look like that?” Jeongin asks, genuinely concerned.

“Seriously,” Changbin adds, “I’m sweating and I’m not even the one going.”

“Okay, enough,” you say, picking up your phone. “I’m going to be late.”

“Nope,” Minho says, stepping in front of the door like a final boss. “Denied.”

“Babe, move,” you laugh.

“Convince me.”

Chan finally walks up behind you, close enough to feel the heat from his body. “We’re just saying,” he murmurs near your ear, “you look too good. And you know it. Don’t act innocent.”

You turn to face him. “And what if I do?”

There’s a pause.

Then Felix blurts, “We’re gonna need ten more minutes with you before you leave.”

“Ten?” Seungmin scoffs. “Try twenty.”

Hyunjin leans in, voice honey-slick. “Or we could make you so late you have no choice but to cancel.”

You raise a brow. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise,” Han says immediately.

Minho clicks his tongue. “We’ve been patient. Respectful.”

“Barely,” Changbin mutters.

Chan chuckles. “You step out here looking like that and expect us to not lose our minds?”

“You’re acting like I wore this for you.”

“You did,” they all say at once.

You pause. Then grin. “…Maybe I did.”

Jeongin groans and flops face-first into a pillow. “They’re gonna be the death of me.”

Hyunjin gently takes your wrist, eyes smoldering. “Last chance. Stay home. We’ll make it worth it.”

You look around at eight gorgeous, flustered, absolutely whipped men.

All staring at you like you hung the moon in stilettos.

You check your phone. Your friends are texting.

But your heart — and eight very tempting reasons — are pulling you back toward the bedroom.

“…Ten minutes,” you say slowly.

Felix smirks. “Ten each?”

You roll your eyes, already being pulled toward the hall.

Minho’s hand is on your waist. Chan’s on your lower back. Han kisses your shoulder on the way past.

The door shuts softly behind you.

Your phone buzzes again from the counter.

You don’t answer though .

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

I'll help you

BangChan x fem! reader. Platonic Hwang Hyunjin x fem! reader. 9th member.

(This was requested. So I'm hoping that this lives up to expectations. I really enjoyed writing a one-on-one thing for Honey and Hyunjin. I hope I can do this more with the other members as well.)

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Summary: Hyunjin is having trouble with the dance. You step in to help.

You found Hyunjin in the dance practice room, alone. You had been looking for him, wanting to drop off the food you had made for him as well as his coffee. No one had seen him all day. Minho had come home saying he had been in the practice room all day. So you wanted to check on him. 

You shut the door behind you. Hyunjin let out a loud groan before kicking the ground. He sat down and laid his head in his hands. 

You watched him for a moment. You walked over to his water bottle and picked it up before heading over to the male and sitting down beside him. You placed your bag down beside you. You let him take a moment to just calm himself down. 

Hyunjin ran his fingers through his hair before looking at you. “I can't get it right.” His voice sounded hurt. 

You nodded your head softly. “It's okay. We all struggle sometimes.” You leaned forward and placed a hand on his knee, gently squeezing it. You then passed him his water bottle. 

Hyunjin took it gratefully. A weak smile on his face. He opened his water bottle and had a mouthful and then two of it. He then closed the water bottle and set it down beside him. Hyunjin looked at the ground before turning to look at you.

He watched as you opened your bag, pulling out his usual red bento box and his coffee. You set them down in front of him.

“Alright. Eat up. Right now, you're hungry. You're getting in your head. You'll get the dance. I know you will. But you need to let yourself breathe. You need to take a break. Then, when you're ready, we'll go through it together.” You explained to him with a sweet and encouraging smile.

Hyunjin pulled you into a hug. “Thank you.” You felt him relax as you hugged him. The two of you pulled away. 

Hyunjin opened his box and smiled. As usual, you packed his favourites. Hyunjin began to eat as you got out his coffee and placed it next to his water bottle. 

“Are you not eating?” He asked you curiously after swallowing his mouthful. 

You shook your head. “No, I already ate with the Maknae line. It was nice.” You told him as you leaned back on your hands. 

Hyunjin smiled at your words. “Of course, you ate with them. They helped you cook, right?” He asked curiously before eating more of his food.

You shrugged. “Yongbok helped. He's such a sweet little helper. I.N. was in the kitchen. He helped for like a minute before deciding to be a taste tester. Han set the table, and Seungmin was on drink duty.” It has been nice getting to spend time with your youngest four.

Hyunjin picked up his coffee and drank some of it. It was perfect as usual. 

“Right. After you've eaten, I want you to take a nap. It'll give me time to go warm up and go over the choreography. Then, we'll go through it together. Okay?”

Hyunjin nodded. “Thank you, Mama Bear.” 

You simply smiled. “You're welcome, baby.”

Hyunjin ate his food and finished his coffee. He walked over to the couch and laid down. You got an eyemask from your bag and gave it to him, not wanting the lights to bother him as he sleeps.

He thanked you. Then, soon enough, he was out like a light.

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You stood side by side with Hyunjin. The two of you are doing the moves once again. 

“2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Turn, 2, 3 4, bom, ba dum.” You stopped and shook your head. “That was better.” You told him with a reassuring smile.

Hyunjin shook his head. “I messed up again, though.” 

You shook your head. “You improved.” You walked over to the mirror and turned to face the tall male. 

“Do it again. Focus. Don't think again about what you think you messed up on. Think about what you can improve. Think about what you did right. Feel the music and move. You're Hwang Hyunjin. Dance is second nature to you. Get out of your own head, focus and dance.” You turned on the music and watched him.

Hyunjin let out a breath and began to dance. He went from the beginning. Letting himself feel the moves. You watched him move, the music filled the air, as did the sound of Hyunjin's shoes squeaking every so often.

You watched him dance, taking note of what needed to be improved. But honestly, not much needed to be improved at all. Hyunjin was killing the moves, and you couldn't be prouder of him. 

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Chan was on his way to meet up with you. The two of you had planned a date for the night. You had texted him a few hours ago, telling him that you were on your way to check on Hyunjin in the Dance studio. 

He had texted you back, saying he was cleaning up the track with Changbin. The two had just finished up. So he was off to find you. As he got closer, he could hear your voice. He peeked in through the window and smiled.

“So when you bring your arm up, you wanna stretch your hand out as you lean back.” He heard you say to Hyunjin as he opened the door slightly. Neither of you noticed.

He watched as Hyunjin copied your action. 

“Bring your right knee up and then stomp as you lean back.” You showed him, and Hyunjin copied you. He got it. As the two of you danced, it seemed to sink in more easily, and Hyunjin couldn't have been more grateful.  

“Alright. We'll do it again to the music.” You walked over to your phone, turning the music on.  You jogged over to your spot, and the two of you began to dance. 

Chan slipped into the room as he watched the two of you go through the dance flawlessly. The best part was that the two of you looked like you were enjoying yourselves. He had seen Hyunjin struggling this morning and now, thanks to you, he had the dance down perfectly. 

When the music stopped, you were both sweating and panting. Hyunjin turned to you. He swept you into his arms, lifting you off the ground and twirling you both around.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He placed you down and kissed your cheeks. “You're a lifesaver. An actual Goddess sent down to help us.”

You let out a loud laugh and shook your head at his antics. “Jinnie. I knew you could do it. Dance is a part of who you are. Just remember, sometimes we all need a little extra time and help. There is no shame in it, and there is no shame in asking. I'm so incredibly proud of you.” You cupped his cheeks in your hands. “You're Hwang Hyunjin. You can do anything.”

"Do you think you'd be okay with helping with a solo dance project? Please? We can do it next week. Please?" Hyunjin pleaded.

You happily nodded your head. "I'd love to help you. We can go through it on Monday, after we've recorded our parts in the new song."

Chris just watched the two of you for a moment. He felt a swell of pride in his chest. Seeing you help Hyunjin made him smile. You may have been proud of the boys, but he was incredibly proud of you. Because you didn’t have to come to help Jinnie. You didn’t have to make him food and get his favourite coffee. You didn’t have to spend hours in the dance studio being patient as you went over everything with him. Working hard to help one of your members get the dance and get it out of his head. 

Chan walked over to the two of you. A bright smile lay on his lips as he looked between the two of you. “Hey, sweetheart.” He said to you as he placed a hand on your waist. He placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You happily looked up at the male and kissed him back. “Hi. My love.” You snuggled into his side. 

“Are you ready to go?” He asked you curiously.

You nodded your head. “Yeah, I’m ready. I may need a shower before we go out, though.” You told him somewhat shyly. 

Chris let out a chuckle. “It’s alright. I saw you two, you worked hard.”

You flushed and let out a giggle. “Thank you.” You turned to Hyunjin. “Come on, grab your things. You need a shower and to relax.” You told him.

Hyunjin and you both grabbed your things. You walked hand in hand with Chan, and the three of you left the dance studio. You dropped Hyunjin at his and Binnie’s dorm first. 

He left you with a big hug, another thank you and the promise to treat you to ice cream. 

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[furioussheepluminary]

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Pairing: mountaineer/avatar!hyunjin x explorer!afab!reader, non idol au, strangers to soulmates

Synopsis: on your journey to exploring a rumored mythical land, you get injured wake up in the house of a stranger who supposedly lives in the mountains. now, all of a sudden, the world decides to bend.

Warnings: fantasy, action?, romance, gentle forest vibes, gods and avatars of gods

A/n: SHE'S BACKK!! AHH I'm so excited to show all of you the things I've been working on!! 5k+ words

Day Seventeen. Location: Approx. 43°N, unknown elevation.

Weather: Overcast. Unseasonably warm. Mist hugging the ground like a second skin.

I’m seventeen days into the fieldwork, and still no confirmed signs of Dawnhollow’s perimeter. Locals in the northernmost town only referred to it in riddles: “Where the light bends like memory” and “The place that doesn’t want to be found.” I thought they were just being cryptic for the sake of their own fun. But now… I’m not sure they were joking.

The forest has changed.

No matter how many markers I carve, they vanish. Paths I’ve walked twice don’t look the same. There’s no phone signal anymore, and my GPS turned itself off yesterday around dusk. I’m not scared—yet—but there’s something alive here. Not threatening. Not kind either. Just… watching. Like the woods are waiting.

I haven’t seen another human face in five days.

But I swear I saw a paw print near my firepit last night. Huge. Not bear. Closer to wolf. But too symmetrical. Too clean.

Anyway. I’m pushing deeper in today. If I find nothing, I’ll turn back tomorrow.

I hope someone reads this someday.

Your boots sink softly into the moss-blanketed earth, muffled by fog and the quiet hush that’s too perfect to be natural. Every tree here grows like it was placed with intention—no tangles, no chaos. Only stillness. Pines stretch high into a clouded sky, their trunks dark and wet with morning dew. The scent is deep earth, sap, and something floral you can’t place. You step over a fallen branch, your breath catching in your throat when you spot it.

— Y/N

A shimmer.

Just up ahead. Not light exactly… but like heat waves in the air, flickering beside the base of a wide cedar tree. You squint, stepping closer, one foot in front of the other. Carefully. The shimmering pulses, subtle like something brushing at the edge of your mind. Like a memory trying to form.

You pull your journal out of your satchel to make a note then stop.

Because something is tied to the tree. It’s a charm. Woven fibers, wrapped with tiny dried petals and what looks like red thread. Handmade. A totem, maybe. Or a ward. You step closer. The edge of your boot catches on a root you didn’t see. Your balance falters. Your journal slips from your hands.

Then, you fall.

A gasp tears from your throat as the slope gives out beneath you. Rocks scrape your palms. You tumble, twisting brief flashes of green and sky and bark—until—

CRACK.

Muffled like underwater, but laced with tension.

Your head hits something hard. Then everything goes dark. You don’t know how much time passes. There’s no light. No thought. Just floating.

And then, a bark. Sharp. Close. Not threatening. A voice, male. Deep.

“Baekho. Stay.”

“She’s bleeding.”

The bark again, fainter now. Then silence. A warm pressure at your side. Something soft—fur?—nuzzling against your arm. And then the world pulls you under completely.

___

Warmth surrounds you. Not the kind that hugs your skin from sunlight but the kind born of shelter. Of fire. Of a room with walls. Blankets, thick and coarse, have been draped over you, tucked close like someone was making sure you wouldn’t freeze.

Your eyes flicker open to the soft hiss and crackle of firewood, the scent of burning pine thick in the air.

The floor beneath you is made of smooth, uneven wood planks. A carved bowl—still steaming—rests on a low table beside you, and you catch the scent of herbs and something like bone broth. You shift your weight slowly, cautiously, sitting up just an inch, pain blooms behind your forehead. White-hot, sharp, and immediate. Like your skull forgot how to hold your thoughts.

You groan softly, hissing through your teeth, and bring a hand to your temple.

This isn’t your tent. This isn’t your camp. This isn’t anywhere you recognize. Your breath quickens slightly as your eyes dart across the room. It’s… beautiful, in an ancient, quiet way. Every surface is wood some pieces sanded smooth, others still wearing the roughness of bark. Moss is growing through the cracks in the corners. Vines wrap around the wooden beams above like they’ve been given permission to stay.

The house feels old. Not broken, just… ancient. Handmade. Not modern. Not even rustic. Like it came from a world you’ve only read about in forgotten folktales. You reach for your satchel, for your journal but your heart sinks when your fingers find only the soft weave of wool. It's gone.

You sit up fully—and instantly regret it. The pain strikes again, a ringing pulse in your skull, and you shut your eyes tight until the world stops spinning.

Then a bark. Loud. Deep. It echoes slightly, bouncing off the walls outside. It’s not a dog’s bark—not exactly. There's something low in it. Something powerful. Your heart stutters. Another bark. Closer this time. Then the sound of heavy paws padding against the wooden porch.

You freeze, sitting still, clutching the blanket like it might defend you. Then the door creaks open, not all the way—just enough to let in a blur of movement.

He steps inside. The creature is huge. White. Thick, snow-like fur with streaks of silvery grey across his shoulders and flanks. Muscular. Elegant. A predator, but calm. His eyes are ice-blue, so pale they almost glow. His ears twitch as he locks onto you—and he tilts his head.

You gasp, shuffling backward into the couch. “Hey—no. Stay back.” Your voice is shaky, your hands raised. But he doesn’t growl. Doesn’t pounce. He just studies you. Curious. Gentle. Still—you don't know what he is. What this is.

“Back off, okay?” you whisper, your voice trembling. “I don’t know you. I don’t—please just…”

His ears flick again, like he hears something you don’t.

And then—

“Baekho.”

The name floats in from outside. Male voice. Calm. Firm. The beast’s ears perk up and he immediately turns, bounding out through the open door. You blink, stunned.

Baekho…?

The bark echoes again in the distance, followed by the unmistakable rhythm of someone walking over wood—boots, maybe, brushing against the porch.

And then—

He appears.

The man.

Tall. Lithe. Ethereal.

He steps into the doorway, framed by the light behind him like he walked out of a painting. His hair is shoulder-length, thick waves of black with hints of amber where the sunlight touches it. His skin is smooth, golden-brown—like he’s lived beneath the trees his whole life. His eyes are a warm, piercing brown, deep-set beneath feathery lashes, and they soften the second they land on you.

He wears a dark tunic—stitched, not manufactured—layered under a sleeveless coat made of dark mossy green and weather-worn leather. There are beads tied around his wrist, a satchel strapped across his chest, and a knife glinting faintly at his hip.

He looks like a piece of the forest became a man.

He tilts his head, brows raised slightly. “You hit your head pretty hard, didn’t you?” His voice is low. Velvet with a rasp. The kind of tone that slides into your ribs and settles behind your heartbeat.

You blink up at him, heart thudding, trying to find words that feel real. “Where… where am I?”

He takes a slow step toward you, keeping his movements measured, hands loose at his sides. “Safe. For now.”

“Who—who are you?”

He gives a ghost of a smile, leaning down to pick up the steaming bowl from the table. He holds it out to you with care. “We’ll get to that, Forest Girl,” he says quietly. “But first—you need to eat.”

Your head still pounds as you sit up straighter, tugging the blanket around your shoulders. Baekho—this enormous, snow-pelted beast—stands guard nearby, his crystalline eyes flicking between you and the man as if weighing whether you’re a threat… or something worth protecting.

You blink at him, steadying your voice.

“…What breed is he?” you ask cautiously, your gaze locked on the creature's powerful form. “I've never seen anything like him.”

He glances over his shoulder, already walking toward a corner of the room that resembles a kitchen—if kitchens came out of folklore. There’s no oven, no sink, no tile. Just wooden counters, stone bowls, and bundles of herbs hanging upside-down from the beams.

“He’s a Duskwolf,” The man calls over his shoulder casually. “Mountain-born. White-coated. Rare temper. Loyal to death.”

You stare at Baekho in disbelief. “That’s not a real breed.” He doesn’t turn around. “That’s what everyone says—until they see one.” You look back at the creature. Baekho. His tail flicks once, and you swear he almost smirks. You decide not to push it.

“Can you stand?” He asks, now moving fluidly through the space—placing what looks like roasted root vegetables into a deep wooden bowl, carefully spooning a thick broth over them.

“I think so,” you say. You pull the blanket off and swing your legs over the edge of the couch, planting your feet on the cool floor.

Big mistake. The second you push up to stand, your balance tips like a boat in a storm. The world sways. You reach out instinctively—and instead of hitting the floor, you land against a thick, soft wall of fur.

Baekho. He nudges his massive shoulder into your side to keep you upright, his hot breath huffing out as if annoyed that you tried to move without him.

“…Thanks,” you say quietly, genuinely.

He responds with a low growl—not threatening, but grumbly. Like an old man muttering under his breath.

You smile despite yourself. The man turns at the sound, eyes scanning you both. “He’s picky with people,” he says simply, placing the now-filled plate onto a wide wooden table. “You must be charming.”

You wobble over with Baekho’s help and lower yourself into the sturdy chair. The smell of the stew is richer up close—earthy, spiced, almost nostalgic. Your stomach growls on cue. He raises an eyebrow as he leans back against the counter, arms crossed. “So… you come around here often?”

You glance up, brows furrowed. “You trying to flirt with me or interrogate me?”

A crooked smile tugs at his lips, the first real flash of warmth you’ve seen in him. “Both.”

You roll your eyes, half-smiling. “I’m an explorer. Been out here about... 19 days now. Maybe more. My compass jammed somewhere past the lowland cliffs and I lost track.” He hums, folding his arms across his chest. “Explorer. Hm. And what exactly are you looking for?”

You pause just a moment.

“…Dawnhollow.”

The moment the name leaves your lips, the man barks out a laugh—low and amused, like he’s heard a good joke.

“Oh,” he says, walking over to feed Baekho from a shallow stone bowl near the fireplace. “So you're one of them.” You blink, unsure whether to be offended or confused. “Excuse me?”

He doesn't look at you when he answers. “The ones who try to reach a little too far.”

Your brows knit. “I’ve crossed six biomes, survived two landslides, outrun a storm, and climbed an entire cliff wall with a fractured wrist. I didn’t come ‘too far.’ I came far enough.”

But Hyunjin doesn’t respond. He simply gestures to your plate.

“Eat.”

You frown, glancing down at the stew. “What… exactly is it?”

“Root broth. Black moss. Cooked stag leaf. A few wild tubers. Nothing poisonous, I promise.” You narrow your eyes but take the first spoonful anyway.

It’s warm, flavorful… shockingly good. The broth is rich and buttery, with just enough kick to make you pause. The tubers are soft, and there’s a peppery herb layered underneath it all that makes your tongue tingle slightly. You let out a surprised breath.

“…Okay. Wow. This is actually—”

“Told you,” he cuts in, feeding Baekho slowly with his palm. The creature licks his fingers gently, like a well-trained lion.

You take another bite, then look up again, studying him closely. “Really. Who are you?”

He glances at you over his shoulder, one brow raised. “I didn’t tell you? Hyunjin.”

You swallow. “Hyunjin who?”

He offers a faint smirk, looking back at the fire now. “Doesn’t matter. I’m not in the books.” Your lips press together. “Where are you from, then?”

He goes quiet.

For a long moment, you think he didn’t hear you.

But then he says simply, still not turning around—

“…Far enough.”

Your spoon clicks gently against the sides of the bowl as you keep eating—slowly now, not because you're not hungry, but because your mind is whirring with questions. The kind you’ve collected over weeks of solitude, scribbled in half-frozen journal entries or whispered into the night when no one was around to listen. And now? Now there’s someone who might actually know.

You glance up at him again, Hyunjin, still tending to Baekho, his long fingers careful with every motion. He moves like someone used to quiet, someone who prefers it. Still, you can’t hold back.

“So… what is this place?” you ask softly. “This isn’t just a cabin thrown together from scraps. It’s… old. Like, really old. The way the beams are joined… I’ve only seen architecture like this in lost settlement diagrams.”

He chuckles low in his throat. “You make it sound haunted.” You raise a brow. “Is it?”

“No,” he says, settling into a seat across from you. “It’s just mine. Built it myself. Well, most of it.”

You tilt your head. “And how exactly did you find me?”

His gaze flickers toward the door. “Baekho heard you fall. He has ears like a hawk.”

“So he dragged me here?”

Hyunjin smiles faintly. “No. I carried you. He guarded the path.” That shouldn’t make your stomach flutter but it does. You look away quickly, focusing on your stew.

“And how long was I out?” you ask.

“About a day and a half,” he answers, voice casual. “You took a nasty hit. You’re lucky your skull’s still intact.”

You hum. A silence settles briefly between you—comfortable, almost—until his voice returns.

“What do you hope to find when you reach Dawnhollow?”

You freeze slightly, then lower your spoon and exhale.

“A beginning,” you admit. “Or… an answer, I guess. I’ve been following myths, manuscripts, cryptic field notes for years. All of them point to something out here. Something untouched. Something that might explain what happened to the Old Explorers.”

Hyunjin watches you closely.

“They say Dawnhollow was once a place where time bent,” you continue. “Where people found knowledge too big for their bodies. Where maps stopped working because the ground itself chose who could enter. And I—” You pause. “I need to see it. I need to know.”

Hyunjin doesn't respond right away. Instead, he leans back slightly, arms crossed.

“Do you plan on finishing the journey alone?”

You blink. “That was the plan, yeah.” He tilts his head, considering. “I’d advise against it.”

You narrow your eyes slightly. “Why?” His expression shifts—serious now, the soft curve of his mouth flattening. “Dawnhollow’s path isn’t friendly to everyone. Some trails take from you more than you’re willing to give.”

You lean forward, heart thudding. “So it is real, then.”

He meets your gaze evenly and nods. “Very real.” Your eyes widen slightly. “And have you… been there?” Hyunjin’s gaze drops for just a moment. “Few make it. Others die along the way. And some reach it, but never return. That’s just how it is.”

You sit back, not satisfied. “How do you know all that?” He doesn’t answer.

“Have you tried?” you ask again.

“Doesn’t matter,” he murmurs.

“Yes, it does. You’re the first person I’ve met who even talks about it like it’s real. If you know something—anything—I need to—”

“Some things aren’t meant to be found,” he interrupts softly. You frown. “That’s not your choice to make for me.”

He looks up sharply. “I didn’t say it was.”

“But you’re acting like it.” Hyunjin’s jaw tightens. Baekho, who’d been lying near the fire now, lifts his head.

“I’ve survived this long out here, you know,” you add, voice stronger. “And I’ve come further than anyone I’ve ever studied. So don’t look at me like I’m fragile.”

“I didn’t say you were,” he says, low and calm—but there’s something stiff beneath his tone now. His eyes dart to the fire, then to the stew in your hand, then away again.

You press forward. “What happened to you out there? Is that why you live here? Away from everything?”

“Stop.”

“Is Dawnhollow dangerous because of what’s there or because of what you brought back?”

“Enough.”

“Hyunjin—”

Suddenly, Baekho’s massive body lunges to its feet, releasing a thunderous, sharp bark that echoes off the wooden walls like a gunshot. The fire flickers. You jump in your seat, nearly dropping your bowl.

Hyunjin moves immediately, crouching low and holding out a steady hand toward his companion.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, boy,” he says gently, voice barely above a whisper. “She’s just curious. That’s all. Not a threat. Breathe with me.”

Baekho’s chest heaves for a few more beats, then—slowly—he lowers himself back to the floor, huffing through his nose. His tail curls tightly around him.

You stare, wide-eyed. “What… just happened?” Hyunjin stands again, not looking at you.

“I don’t want to talk anymore,” he says quietly. “Not tonight.”

Your mouth opens, then closes. A part of you wants to push more, wants to drag the answers out of him with both hands. But another part recognizes the line that’s been drawn. He turns, walking toward the doorway that leads to the far side of the cabin. Baekho follows, brushing against your chair with a heavy shoulder on his way out.

“Finish the food,” Hyunjin says, his voice softer now. “Then rest. You’ll need it.”

And just like that, they’re gone. You’re alone again—with only the firelight, your half-empty bowl…and a thousand questions burning inside your chest.

You set the bowl down gently on the wooden table, the last spoonfuls cooling in silence. Your fingers linger around the rim for a moment, tracing the faint grooves in the handmade ceramic, trying to focus on the texture instead of the growing storm of thoughts in your mind.

Your body aches, but your thoughts ache more.

You slide back onto the couch, letting the cushions dip under your weight. With a soft sigh, you reach for your satchel again, flipping open the buckle with quick, practiced fingers. You dig through it—familiar cloth wraps, a broken compass, a tiny dull knife, and your emergency kit. But no journal.

Still gone.

Your shoulders slump a little. That book wasn’t just notes—it was your proof. Your maps. Your sketches. All the hours of wandering etched in ink and graphite. You’d been writing in it before you collapsed, you know that.

Your eyes flick briefly toward the hallway where Hyunjin disappeared, and for a second you consider calling out. Asking if he saw it. If maybe Baekho dragged it off somewhere. But the tension from earlier still lingers in the air like smoke, and your pride keeps your mouth shut.

You slide the satchel back down beside the couch and push yourself to your feet. Your legs are steadier this time still sore, but functional. A dull throb pulses in your knee, but you ignore it. Carefully, barefoot and quiet, you cross the creaky wooden floor toward the door.

The handle is cool under your palm.

You ease it open.

The door groans faintly on its hinges as you step out onto the terrace and immediately, the breath is stolen from your lungs. The view is… otherworldly.

Before you stretches a valley cradled by mountains so tall and sharp they look like the cracked teeth of some ancient god. Their snowy tips catch the dying light of the sun, which has already begun to sink behind the western peaks, casting the landscape in a heavy, rose-gold hue.

The sky is layered in shades, blush pink, bruised purple, and fading sapphire. Wispy clouds drift lazily overhead, brushing the mountaintops like whispers. Below the cabin, a thick forest of silver pines spreads like a velvet rug across the valley floor, their trunks tall and thin, almost spectral.

The wind carries the scent of cold earth, pine resin, and something faintly metallic—like a storm is always thinking about arriving but never quite does.

The world here doesn’t just exist it waits. Suspended. Timeless. You grip the wooden railing, fingertips tightening on the edge, grounding yourself. A narrow trail winds from the cabin, disappearing into the woods below. No visible roads. No signs of civilization. No distant lights. Just untamed wilderness. And silence.

A real, tangible silence.

It isn’t heavy it’s... reverent. As if the land itself is listening. Watching. Breathing just beneath the surface.

You exhale slowly, your breath a visible puff in the evening chill. This place isn’t on any map you’ve seen. Not like this. Not preserved like this. You feel both small and deeply connected as if the universe pressed pause and dropped you in the middle of something sacred. Something forgotten.

Somewhere out there is Dawnhollow. And somewhere behind you, in this strange cabin with its stranger host, are answers you haven’t yet earned.

You close your eyes and lean your forehead briefly against the wood of the porch post. Letting the wind graze your cheeks. Letting the mountain hold you in its quiet for just a little longer.

The journey isn’t over.

The wind brushes against your back one last time as you close the door behind you, its soft whistle dying out as the latch clicks shut. The warmth inside welcomes you again the subtle scent of herbs, smoke, and something earthy still clinging to the air.

You shuffle quietly back to the couch, limbs heavy now with the pull of exhaustion. The day—if it can still be called that—has drained what was left of your strength. You tug the thick blanket over your shoulders, lying down where the cushions remember your shape. The fire in the hearth is smaller now, but steady, flickering like it's watching over you.

You stare at the ceiling for a long moment, eyes blinking slowly. The warmth cocoons you. Your heartbeat slows. And then, like ink spilled on paper, sleep swallows you whole.

The dream does not begin softly.

It starts with recognition. A moment that tells you: This is familiar.

You’re standing in a forest you’ve never seen before—but you know it.

The trees are tall and pale, their leaves not green but a shimmering silver-blue that hum when the wind passes through. Flowers bloom in clusters, glowing faintly like starlight. There's no sun, yet everything is bathed in gentle light, like the air itself is bioluminescent. Your boots make no sound against the ground, moss that feels like cloud beneath your feet.

And then you turn…

And he’s there. Hyunjin.

Only, not the one you met. Not the guarded herbalist. Not the man with the unreadable eyes.

No, this Hyunjin… smiles like he’s done it a thousand times with you. His hair is longer, falling past his shoulders like strands of silk spun from moonlight. His eyes are brighter—impossibly so—like the stars themselves gave him their light. He’s barefoot, standing by a stream that flows upwards instead of down. The water lifts and curls in the air, weaving around his fingertips as if it’s listening to him.

And when he looks at you—

It’s love. Deep. Ageless. Unapologetic.

“Finally,” he says, voice soft as velvet. “You always find your way back.”

You open your mouth, but you don’t speak not yet. You walk to him like you’ve done it before, like it’s instinct. Like you belong here. Your fingers reach for his hand, and when your skin meets his, your breath catches. It’s like touching fire and water and light all at once. It’s not skin. It’s energy. Raw and ancient.

You blink. His form shifts. Just slightly. You see glimpses beneath his human shape, veins of gold flickering under his skin, wings that aren’t wings but shadows stretching wide behind him. His hair ripples like it’s underwater. His voice echoes when he speaks again:

“You should never have come looking for Dawnhollow. But I’m glad you did.”

He touches your cheek, and the forest bends around you both. You see visions, flashes of memories that can’t be yours. Him kneeling in fire. Holding you in a garden of stars. Laughing with blood on his lips. Saying goodbye to you a thousand times.

“You always leave,” he says, voice cracking just barely. “And I always stay.”

The ground trembles. The silver trees cry softly. The light begins to dim.

“Don’t wake up yet,” he whispers. “Not yet. I haven’t said it—”

But your name is being called.

Not in the dream.

Outside it. Your eyes open. Slow. Dry. The light in the room has changed. It’s morning. Pale golden sunlight creeps in through the wooden shutters, pooling on the cabin floor in soft strips. The fire is out. The embers sleep.

You blink up at the ceiling, your heart pounding in your ears. A dog’s bark shatters the stillness outside—Baekho, barking excitedly in the distance.

Then, Hyunjin’s voice. Closer than before. Laughing. “Baekho, easy. That’s not yours,” he says, his tone light, breathless. “Drop it, you little thief.”

Another bark. You sit up slowly, the dream clinging to your skin like morning dew. You bring a hand to your chest, grounding yourself. You swear you can still feel his touch from the dream. You swear… you knew him.

But more than anything—you swear he wasn’t human.

And now… you’re wide awake.

The scent of pine and fresh-cut wood breezes in before the door even opens. Then there’s a thud-thud-thud of boots on old floorboards as Hyunjin enters the cabin again, his silhouette backlit by the morning sun. A bundle of firewood rests against his shoulder, his other hand pushing the door closed behind him with a casual nudge of his foot. Baekho trots in beside him, tail wagging like he just saved the world.

“Morning,” Hyunjin greets with that same charming nonchalance, like nothing strange had unfolded the day before. Like you hadn’t bombarded him with questions, or gotten barked at by a wolfdog that clearly had better emotional boundaries than you.

He doesn’t mention any of it.

You sit up straighter on the couch, blinking at him. His hair is messier today, swept into a lazy bun, with a few strands stuck to his cheek from the wind. There’s a smear of soot on his collarbone. He looks very real. Very warm. And yet, your dream still lingers in the corners of your mind like smoke that refuses to clear.

“I… uh—” You clear your throat. “I just wanted to say… sorry. About yesterday. For pressing.”

Hyunjin sets the wood down by the hearth, brushing his hands off and flashing you that easy grin. “Don’t worry about it.”

You pause. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he says, shrugging. “You were curious. Happens to everyone when they get here. The silence gets under your skin after a while. Makes you think too loud.”

It’s not the response you expected. No passive-aggressive tone. No cold dismissal. Just… Hyunjin being oddly understanding. Which, in its own way, feels more suspicious. He moves to the kitchen corner, fiddling with a pot and something metallic. “How’d you sleep?” he asks over his shoulder.

You hesitate. “...I don’t know. I had a weird dream. Long. Really vivid.”

“Oh?” He chuckles. “That couch’ll do that to you. It’s basically cursed for vivid dreams. You wouldn’t believe the ones I’ve had on there.”

You hum, eyes narrowing just slightly. “Would I not?” He smirks without turning around.

Before you can press further, Baekho wanders up to the side of the couch, tail thumping once against the floor. There’s something clutched in his mouth—worn leather, the edges slightly damp but familiar. Your journal.

Your breath catches just a little. Baekho lets out a little grunt and gently places it in your lap like an offering. You blink down at it in surprise, your fingers brushing over the creased cover as if to make sure it’s really there.

“Oh yeah,” Hyunjin says, finally turning. “That fell out of your bag when I carried you in. I meant to give it to you yesterday but…” he waves a hand vaguely, “...I forgot.”

You look up at him quickly. “You didn’t read it, did you?” He snorts. “Please. I don’t even open letters addressed to me. Yours is safe.” You glance down at Baekho and smile, ruffling behind his ears. “Thanks, big guy.”

The wolfdog gives a low, pleased huff.

“You write?” Hyunjin asks, casually as he leans back against the table, arms crossed loosely.

“Yeah,” you nod. “I record what I see. Places. People. Notes about everything.” He tilts his head thoughtfully. “Kind of like a memory anchor.”

You smile a little. “Yeah, exactly.” There’s a short silence—one that feels comfortable for once. Then Hyunjin shifts.

“So…” he starts, gaze flicking to the window, “how are things… you know… down there?”

You blink. “Down where?”

“Home,” he says, vague again. “The settlements. Villages. The towns near the cliffs. It’s been a while since I’ve been down.”

You furrow your brow. The way he says "down" rubs oddly. Like he doesn’t mean it just in terms of geography. You want to ask how long. You want to ask why not.

But you don’t.

Instead, you swallow the questions and answer.

“They’re… still bustling. The farther you get from the coast, the more people seem to forget the border even exists. They’re still building, still planting, still stubborn. And obsessed with stories, of course.”

Hyunjin hums, a small smirk playing on his lips. “They always were.”

“You make it sound like you used to live there.”

“Did I?” He arches a brow innocently. “Must’ve just heard things.”

You roll your eyes, but a small smile tugs at your lips despite yourself. The mystery is maddening, but at least now… it feels a little less lonely. Baekho settles beside the hearth. Hyunjin returns to stirring something in the pot. And you sit there, journal in your lap, heart just a little steadier than yesterday.

But your dream still sits in your chest like a stone in water.

“You can read it, if you want,” you say after a pause, offering your journal to Hyunjin.

He glances up from the pot, blinking. “Your journal?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “I mean… only if you’re curious. I don’t mind. Just don’t laugh at the doodles.” For a moment, he hesitates, lips parting like he’s about to politely decline. “It’s yours. You sure?”

“I wouldn’t have offered otherwise,” you smirk. “Tell me what you think when you’re done.”

You set it on the table beside him and push off the couch, stretching your arms above your head. “Mind if I walk around outside for a bit?”

He glances out the window, assessing the weather like some kind of old-timey forest dad. “Yeah, alright. Don’t wander too far. Baekho’ll go with you.” Baekho’s ears twitch at the sound of his name, already halfway to your side before you even start walking. He bumps his head against your thigh like a knight volunteering for a quest.

“Security detail?” you ask, amused.

Hyunjin just shrugs with a smirk. “Think of him as your furry bodyguard.”

You step outside and inhale. The air is sharp and cold, filled with a damp kind of silence that clings to your clothes and skin like fog. Baekho pads beside you quietly, his breath puffing in little clouds. The earth is soft with moss, and small patches of snow hug the corners of the cabin like forgotten secrets.

As you circle the house, you glance at Baekho. “So… do you ever get bored up here with just Hyunjin? Or do you two have nightly poker tournaments in the woods?”

Baekho huffs.

You keep walking, eyes catching details you missed before: the bones of what once might’ve been a garden, a rusted lantern hanging crookedly from a nail, and—

Your gaze halts. Just beyond a thin line of trees, not more than fifty feet away, stands another structure. A smaller house—or maybe a shed. It's hunched low like it’s hiding. Weather-worn. Dark. Shadowed under the arms of tall pines.

You squint. “Huh… I didn’t realize anyone else lived up here.”

Baekho lets out a short, clipped bark.

You glance down at him. “What, territorial?”

Another bark. This one sharper. You raise an eyebrow and start walking toward the building, boots crunching over sticks and leaf mold. “C’mon. I just want to say hi. We’re in the middle of nowhere—seems rude not to greet the neighbors.”

Baekho stops walking.

His barking escalates—low, rapid, warning barks.

“Relax,” you whisper. “You’re making a scene.”

You wave him off and keep walking, approaching the shed-house with curiosity curling like smoke in your chest. The air feels different here. Thicker. Quiet in the wrong way. Like something holding its breath.

As you get closer, you notice someone sitting on the porch. A figure. Slumped in a chair.

Your eyes light up.

“Hey!” you call out, lifting a hand. “Didn’t realize there were others up here. I’m staying with Hyunjin—do you live out here too?”

No response.

The figure doesn’t move. Doesn’t turn their head. Just… sits. Baekho’s barking becomes frantic, but still, you press forward, slower now. A sliver of doubt creeps in, but not enough to stop you.

You raise your voice. “Hello? I’m not trying to intrude, just thought I’d say hi—”

“Y/N!”

Hyunjin’s voice slices through the woods like a whip crack.

You jolt, head snapping toward the sound. He’s storming down the slope behind you, boots flying, jaw clenched. His expression is not casual anymore. Not charming. He looks furious.

“Come back,” he shouts, his tone taut with urgency. You blink at him. “Why? There’s someone here—shouldn’t I say hel—”

“Don’t go any closer.” He’s nearer now, breath ragged, hand reaching toward you. “Y/N, get back here now.”

Your steps falter. “Wait, but they live here too, right? That’s a person, they’re just—”

Hyunjin grabs your arm, his grip firm but not cruel, and pulls you back with him. Baekho finally stops barking, now circling anxiously. You look up at Hyunjin, stunned. “I don’t understand. What’s going on?”

He exhales through his nose, lips pressed into a tight line. “No one else lives here apart from me.”

You freeze. “Then… who was that?”

“That’s not a person,” he says, his voice low, heavy with something unnameable. “And next time Baekho warns you, you listen. Got it?” You’re still staring past him, heart thudding wildly as the chill in your spine finally registers.

Hyunjin tugs you gently, guiding you back toward the house. “Let’s go. You don’t need to see them. Not yet.”

Not yet?

You don’t ask. You just follow. But your mind races faster than your feet.

Hyunjin had said dreams were vivid here.

But this? This wasn’t a dream.

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[felixfrecklesandhoneyjisung]

He calls you clingy part 2 (SKZ Hyung line)

Part 2 is hereeee!! Thank you for all the comments and messages on part 1 🥰

FAIR WARNING there will NOT be a part 3 and not all of these have happy endings. I had a bit of a shitty weekend so some of my frustration probably came out writing these. 😅

Enjoy/I'm sorry in advance for the hurt feelings

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dress to impress get fucked .ᐟ (maknae line)

i present: stray kids making you wear the sluttiest thing out just so they can ruin you in it later

genre: smut, minors dni. word count: 500~ish warnings: public sex, degradation, forced orgasm, possessive behavior, overstimulation, spit, creampies, breeding talk, semi-public risk. a/n: if you’re gonna dress like a whore, they’ll fuck you like one. simple math ♡ here is part two with our beloved maknaes!! based of this ask. sorry i feel like this came out totally bad and not like i imagined it :((( hope yall still like it

-> hyungs

HAN JISUNG Jisung doesn’t just pick the outfit, he makes it. Cuts the hem of your skirt higher, snips the front of your top so your tits nearly spill out when you breathe. He makes you stand still while he folds the waistband of your panties down, low enough that your whole slit’s on display if the wind hits right. “Gotta advertise what’s mine, yeah?” he grins, snapping a picture from behind. “Gonna be begging for it later. I can feel it.”

All night he plays it off like he’s sweet. Laughing, kissing your cheek, dancing behind you in the club with both hands on your hips, but his fingers keep dipping under your skirt like he can’t help himself. He whispers the dirtiest shit while you pretend to ignore the way your knees buckle: bet they’d die if they knew you were soaking for me already. Look at ‘em staring. You like putting on a show that bad, baby?

You don’t even make it back to the car. He pulls you into a dark alley behind the club and fingers you up against the brick wall, grinding into your ass while you cry into his hoodie. When you start to shake, he shoves your panties aside and fucks you raw right there, one hand choking you, the other shoved in your mouth to muffle the sounds. “Whine all you want, pretty baby. You wanted to be fucked like a slut, this is what that means.”

When he cums, he doesn’t stop, just keeps fucking into the mess, your whole body twitching. “We’re not done ‘til I say so.”

LEE FELIX Felix picks something illegal. Tiny mesh bodysuit under an open skirt, no bra, no pasties, no coverage. He makes you model it in front of him, legs spread wide on the bed while he plays with your nipples through the fabric. “You’re gonna wear this out? Damn,” he groans. “Gonna have to fuck you in every room just to calm down.”

At the club, he can’t stop touching you. His hand’s always on your thigh, sliding between your legs to remind you he owns it. When you squirm, he kisses your neck. “Be good, baby. Save it for later.” But it’s all a lie, he can’t wait. The second you start grinding back into his lap during a slow song, he snaps.

He takes you to the VIP bathroom and bends you over the sink without a word. Bodysuit pushed to the side, skirt bunched around your waist, his fingers shoved into your mouth as he rails you from behind, deep and fast. “God, you’re loud. Want the whole place to know who’s fucking you, huh?” he pants, watching your tits bounce in the mirror.

When you start to clench, he growls, “That’s it. Cum on my cock, make a fucking mess,” and you do, legs shaking, eyes rolling back. He cums so deep you feel it dripping down your thighs the whole walk home.

“You better not change when we get there. I’m gonna ruin that outfit again.”

KIM SEUNGMIN Seungmin acts like he’s annoyed when you wear something revealing, but it’s all part of the game. He lets you choose, just stares when you walk out in that microscopic dress, eyebrows raised. “Guess you’re asking for attention tonight.” His voice is flat, but he’s hard already. “Hope you know what that means.”

He’s quiet all night, just watching. Barely touches you, doesn’t say much, but the second someone looks at you too long, his fingers find your thigh, firm grip, a warning. He’ll wait until you’re confused, needy, thinking maybe he won’t fuck you after all.

Then, in the car, he drags you over the console and fucks you sideways while the engine’s still running. No warm-up. Just splits you open with one sharp thrust, hand clamped over your mouth while he mutters, “Who gave you permission to look like this? Hm? Answer me.” You can’t, your brain’s gone, the window’s fogged up, his hips bruising your thighs.

He pulls out before you cum, makes you finish on his fingers while he watches. “Sluts like you don’t deserve it easy,” he spits. “Look at the state of you. Ruined before we even got home.”

YANG JEONGIN Jeongin pretends he’s shy, but he’s the worst. Smiles all sweet when he zips you into a dress with no back, no bra, and nothing underneath. “Think anyone’ll notice you’re not wearing panties?” he asks, pretending it’s innocent. It’s not.

He touches you everywhere in public. Traces your spine with his fingertips, palms your ass when you lean against the bar. He giggles when you flinch, when you squeeze your thighs together to stop leaking. “You okay?” he teases. “You look desperate.”

He fucks you in a gas station bathroom on the way home. Bent over the sink, dress flipped up, his hand locked over your mouth as he wrecks you with fast, shallow thrusts. “You gonna cry? Thought you wanted to be a whore for me,” he pants, watching your mascara run.

When he finishes, he doesn’t let you clean up. Just pulls the dress back down and kisses your cheek like nothing happened.

“You’ll still be dripping when we get home. That’s the point.”

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Litost — Hwang Hyunjin

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader

Genre: star-crossed lovers, angst, slow burn, right person wrong time, fashion industry au.

Synopsis: In the chaotic world of fashion, two souls find quiet refuge in each other. Their bond grows slowly–soft, unspoken, and undeniable. But as fame rises and distance deepens, unspoken feelings begin to fracture what once felt untouchable. A story about timing, silence, and the love that lingers anyway.

warnings: no proofread, mutual pining, emotional themes (longing, bittersweet connection, unspoken love, etc), mentions of fame, public pressure and media scrutiny, implied online harassment, let me know if I should add anything else! wc: 2.9k

Author's note: I got inspired while listening to seasons by wave to earth, so I recommend listening to it while reading. English is not my first language, and even though I'm not super bad at it, I know it's not perfect, so there might be some errors still I hope you all like it and have a good time reading♡

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The first time Hyunjin saw you, you had a pencil tucked behind your ear and a pin between your teeth. You didn’t even glance up as he entered the cramped design studio, surrounded by a group of nervous trainees with identical portfolios and anxious smiles. Your entire focus was pinned to a sketchpad, your eyes dancing over the lines and curves like they were gospel—like they were the only truth worth believing in.

You barely spoke that day. And still, you were unforgettable.

Back then, you were nothing more than two young people with dreams stitched too tightly to your ribs, hoping they wouldn’t split under pressure. You were the assistant to a rising designer—still a student, still learning, but already creating pieces that whispered magic. And he was just another hopeful face, praying for a chance to be seen.

But you saw him.

Not the cheekbones or the symmetry. Not the curated walk or the poses he was told to perfect. You saw the way his hands trembled after shows. how he flinched when complimented, as if praise was a language he didn’t yet understand.

From the beginning, before the cameras, before the billboards and flashing lights, he had loved you. When he was just a trainee model fresh from Seoul with nerves in his chest and dreams too big for his hands, you had believed in him. Encouraged him. Styled his first campaign with trembling fingers and a sharp eye, telling him he looked beautiful even when he didn’t believe it himself.

You had grown up in the industry together. You, the brilliant young designer who refused to follow trends, who created instead of imitated. He, the face that would become a legend.

You became friends slowly. Then all at once.

Coffee before call times. Music shared through one earbud. Ramen eaten on fire escapes. Long talks about art and loneliness, whispered under city skies. You both worked too much. Slept too little. But you kept each other grounded.

And somewhere in those in-between moments—between a shared silence and a brush of hands—love bloomed, a love neither of you dared to touch.

You never said it. Never dared to give the feeling a name.

But it was there.

In the way you always saved him a seat backstage. In the way he always looked for you first in a crowded room. In the way your gazes locked and lingered too long during golden hour when the studio emptied and only the two of you remained.

Years later, when cameras flashed at his face from every corner of the world, when people screamed his name in places he didn’t know existed—he would remember you exactly like that. Quiet, focused, and entirely untouched by the noise of the world.

He became famous.

Not “your face looks familiar” famous. But world-famous. Magazine covers, runways in Milan, brand deals that made headlines.

And the space between you widened.

It wasn’t your fault. You never changed.

You still tucked pencils behind your ears and carried ink stains on your fingers like they were badges. Still spoke in quiet tones and made him laugh like no one else could.

But he changed.

Because he was afraid.

Because Hyunjin’s name now belonged to millions. Because his life wasn’t his anymore—it belonged to fans, to headlines, to expectations he never asked for. And you, you were everything pure in his world. You didn’t deserve the scrutiny, the rumors, the threats that came from simply standing next to him. Loving you out loud would destroy you. He was sure of it.

So, he loved you in silence.

And you did the same.

The first time a rumor linked him to another model, you had laughed—lighthearted, easy. “You’re the least scandalous person I know.”

But then your name trended on social media.

Not for anything you’d done—just for sitting beside him at a show. And suddenly, there were threats. Comments too ugly to repeat. People dug through your old photos, criticized your looks, questioned your intentions.

You never said a word about it. Never flinched.

But Hyunjin noticed the way you stopped posting online. How you stopped attending events with him. How you smiled less when the cameras were near.

And it broke him.

Because the one person he loved more than anything—the one person who had made his world feel safe—was being hurt simply for existing near him.

So he began pulling away.

Not because his feelings changed. But because they hadn’t. Because they never would.

He thought he was protecting you.

But the distance became a wound neither of you could name. A slow, aching stretch of silence between two people still orbiting each other like gravity couldn’t quite let go.

⭑.ᐟ

You saw him on set again after three months.

Three months of radio silence. Three months of pretending you weren’t unraveling from the inside out.

You stood in the center of the room, draping a piece of muslin over a mannequin, your fingers moving with instinctive grace, but your eyes were distant—staring at a point just beyond the city skyline. The music in the background was soft, barely audible, yet the words of "Seasons" seemed to echo louder than anything else in your heart.

You didn’t notice when Hyunjin walked in.

He lingered in the doorway, watching you the way he always did when he thought you weren't aware. It was a quiet reverence. The kind of gaze that only belonged to someone hopelessly in love.

And Hyunjin was. Hopelessly, deeply, destructively in love with you.

He looked tired.

Thinner than before. Eyes dim. But when your eyes finally met his, he smiled—and it wrecked you. Because that smile had always belonged to you. Quiet and full of warmth. Like a secret meant just for you.

You handed him the wardrobe sheet without a word.

He nodded, taking it like he always had, his fingers brushing yours—deliberate or accidental, neither of you could tell.

You worked the whole day without speaking more than necessary. But the air buzzed with everything you didn’t say.

When the shoot wrapped and the team dispersed, you were packing up when you heard his voice behind you.

“Wait.”

You turned slowly.

Hyunjin stood there with his hands in his coat pockets, the city lights behind him making his features look impossibly soft. He looked at you like he was memorizing you all over again.

“Come walk with me?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

You hesitated—but nodded.

You walked through the back streets of a city that had always known you as a pair. Past old graffiti walls and late-night vendors. You stopped at a convenience store, bought canned coffee and mochi that you both had on the way to his place.

Everything felt familiar—but heavier.

Like no time had passed.

Only it had. So much time. And it had changed you both in ways neither of you could undo.

He opened the door slowly, as if every movement hurt, then stepped aside to let you in—following after you with a silence that felt heavier than words.

You didn’t speak at first. Neither did he. The city buzzed softly beyond the window, and the only thing louder than the silence was your heartbeat. Finally, you turned to him and asked, voice low and steady:

“Why are you pushing me away?”

His shoulders tensed, jaw tightening as he looked anywhere but at you. “I’m not,” he said, almost too quickly.

“Yes, you are,” you whispered. “Don’t lie to me, Hyunjin.”

His hands curled into fists at his sides. “Because I have to,” he finally said. “Because if I don’t, this—” he gestured between you, to the invisible thing that had always lived there, the thing neither of you dared name, “—will ruin everything.”

“Why?” your voice cracked. “Why would it ruin anything?”

His eyes met yours then. And they were full of pain. “Because I love you.”

It should’ve made you happy.

It should’ve set everything right.

But instead, your chest felt like it was splintering apart.

“I love you,” he said again, softer now. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life. But I can’t give you what you deserve. Not now. Maybe not ever.”

You took a step toward him. “But you do give me what I deserve, Hyunjin. Every time you look at me like I matter. Every time you remember the little things. You love me, and I love you too. Doesn’t that mean anything?”

He looked down, blinking fast. “It means everything. Which is exactly why I have to let you go.”

He stepped closer then, just inches from you. His breath mingled with yours, and for a moment, everything else melted away. Your hands brushed, his fingers twitching as if they wanted to reach for you—but didn’t.

You leaned in.

So did he.

And then… he stopped.

“I can’t,” he murmured. “This is the right thing.”

And with your heart breaking in your throat, you nodded like you understood. Like you agreed. “You’re right,” you said, even though your soul screamed otherwise. “This is for the best.”

He didn’t stop you when you turned to leave.

And you didn’t look back.

But when you stepped into the elevator, the tears came hot and fast. You pressed your back to the wall, muffling the sobs behind your hands.

Hyunjin stood frozen in his doorway, staring into the empty space where you’d just been. And then he cried too—quietly, hopelessly. Because he knew. He knew you were crying. Knew he had broken both of your hearts.

Sometimes, love isn't enough to change the things that break us.

⭑.ᐟ

You didn’t get together after that.

There were still photos to pose for. Deadlines to meet. Flights to catch.

But the truth hung between you now, raw and heavy.

Hyunjin cried the night he confessed. Alone in his apartment, curled up on the floor of his living room with your last text still open.

“I love you too. But love doesn’t have to be quiet, Hyunjin.”

He cried because you were right.

He cried because love shouldn’t have to come with this much fear.

He cried because he wanted to be yours more than anything—but not at the cost of your peace.

Some nights, he would lie awake wondering if he should’ve fought harder. If maybe you could’ve found a way.

But deep down, he knew: sometimes the kindest thing you can do for someone you love… is let them go.

⭑.ᐟ

You wrote him a letter.

You never meant for him to see it.

You wrote it one night after everything ended—after that walk through the city, after the coffee cans were thrown away and the silence returned to your lives like fog rolling back in.

You left it in the back of a sketchbook, hidden between mood boards and old swatches. You never mailed it. Never even signed your full name. You weren’t writing it for answers.

You were writing it because your heart had nowhere else to go.

But somehow, years later, it ended up in his hands.

A mistake. A forgotten folder passed to his team for a shoot. A sealed envelope paper-clipped to the back of a fabric plan.

The envelope was unmarked.

Tucked between scripts and fan letters in a bundle his assistant handed him after a long shoot in Seoul. He almost didn’t notice it — no stamp, no return address. Just his name, written in a familiar hand he hadn’t seen in years.

Hyunjin.

He stared at it for a long time before opening it. Something about the way his name was written made his heart still — like it knew exactly who it came from.

His fingers trembled as he unfolded the paper.

And then he read it.

Line by line, word by word — as if he were unraveling the thread that had once stitched you both together.

⭑.ᐟ

Hyunjin,

I don’t know why I’m writing this.

Maybe because it’s been raining all week and everything smells like memory.

Maybe because I heard your voice on a podcast today and it made something in my chest collapse.

Or maybe because love doesn’t know how to disappear, not when it was real.

So, this letter — this mess of a confession — is for you.

I miss you.

Not the version of you that smiles at cameras or walks for Versace.

I miss the you who leaned against my apartment door at 1 a.m. because he forgot how to be okay that day. The one who let me see him raw and unfiltered and full of trembling softness.

You always thought you had to protect me.

You said your world was too loud, too dangerous, too cruel for someone like me.

But you never realized — you were the safest part of it all.

Even when the media tore through my inbox.

Even when strangers reduced me to a name beside yours.

Even when I cried in the shower just to keep the sound from reaching my pillow —

you were still the safest place I’ve ever known.

I was never afraid of you, Hyunjin.

I was afraid of losing you.

And I did. Not all at once, but slowly. Like seasons shifting.

Like colors fading from a photograph I used to carry in my wallet.

I kept watching you move further and further away, and every time I told myself it was okay. That I understood.

But the truth?

I didn’t.

I wanted you to be selfish — just once.

To fight for me.

To say, “Let them come. I’ll take it all if it means I get to love you.”

But you didn’t.

You loved me from afar. Carefully. Painfully. Silently.

And I tried to respect that.

I smiled in meetings and handed you garment bags like nothing had shattered inside me.

I answered your texts three days late so I wouldn’t seem like I was waiting.

I dated someone else, hoping I’d forget what it felt like to be the girl who waited for you to choose her.

I never stopped loving you, Hyunjin.

Even now — even years later — there are days when I still look for you in the crowd.

Still flinch when I see your face on a billboard,

as if my heart remembers before my mind catches up.

We were never nothing.

Even if the world didn’t get to see it.

Even if our love existed only in the space between touches that didn’t linger and words we never said.

You cried for me once.

You told me later — in that park where the city lights made everything look softer than it was — that you cried because you loved me too much to stay.

And maybe that was always the problem.

You loved me too much to stay.

I loved you too much to walk away.

So we stayed in that limbo.

And called it kindness.

But I still think about the version of us that didn’t let fear win.

The version that kissed in airports and danced in kitchens and woke up tangled in sheets, not sorrow.

I wonder if that version of us still exists… somewhere.

In another season.

In another life.

Love,

Always — even if I don’t say it out loud,

Y/n.

⭑.ᐟ

He pressed the letter to his chest like it could stop the bleeding.

Because suddenly, it all came rushing back — the sound of your laughter on quiet nights, the way you whispered his name like a promise. The warmth of your eyes when the world got too cold.

He had loved you.

But he had also let you go.

And now — now it was too late.

He found out through a Vogue Korea cover.

Your smile graced the front page. Your name, no longer hidden in backstage credits, now headlined the world.

And beside you stood Lee Minho.

Photographer. Creative partner. Your partner in every sense.

Hyunjin closed the letter gently and leaned back against the wall of his apartment, the sunset bleeding gold across the wood floors, blurring the tears in his eyes.

You had moved on.

You had healed.

You had found someone who stayed.

And that’s what you had always deserved.

Not a man who loved you in silence.

But someone who loved you out loud.

He whispered your name like a prayer.

Not to bring you back.

But to let you go — the right way this time.

Because the seasons had changed.

And so had you.

And all he could do now… was watch you bloom from afar.

Love doesn’t always end in tragedy.

Sometimes, it simply lingers—in the seams of things left unsaid.

In the seasons that pass without them.

In the memories that don’t fade, no matter how much time tries to sand them down.

He still wore the bracelet you made him.

You still kept the first magazine cover you styled with him pinned to your moodboard.

And somewhere, deep in your hearts, you still belonged to each other.

Even if the world never got to see it.

Even if you couldn’t have each other in the way you wanted.

Because sometimes, the most painful kind of love… is the one that chooses silence out of protection.

And sometimes, the bravest kind of love… is the one that walks away.

Even when it’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted to hold on to.

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guys i do have an idea for a part 3🤭😈🪽 i’ll probably get to writing it after i finish up my jeongin fic tho😪🥴

fallen angel | h. hyunjin

pairing: demon!hyunjin x angel!reader (fem)

genre: fantasy, smut

synopsis: ever since asking the demon hyunjin to protect you, he’s now taken you to his home that’s on the outskirts of hell. you’re still trying to adjust to the new living space, but most importantly, you want to further your connection to the demon who saved you.

cw: MDNI, descriptions of abusive relationships and abusive behavior (not hyunjin), erotica novels, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p.i.v, unprotected sex, creampie, he calls you good girl (screaming), religious inaccuracies

let me know if i’m missing anything

wc: 3511

other parts: sweet angel | fallen angel

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You weren’t ever sure how time worked in Hell, but you felt like a long while had passed. Ever since you left the Heavenly Palace and met Hyunjin, you’ve found yourself in his home: a dark castle with decaying roses as decor in vases, drawn scarlet silk curtains, sinful paintings on the walls, and symbols that don’t relate to the Almighty whatsoever. There were many things you hadn’t even discovered in the castle, but you knew that this was the type of place your Guardian Angel would’ve screamed at you for stepping even close to the moat that only had the murkiest water you’ve ever seen.

You weren’t so sure how to feel about the new scenery just yet. You just stared at the painting of both men and women in distress, as they burn and burn in the fires of Hell. Your stomach stirred at the sight. The screams became apparent, and you felt that if you were to touch the flames on the painting, it would’ve burned your delicate skin. There were even paintings of fallen angels, and you couldn’t help but wonder if they were truly real. Your Guardian Angel kept on lecturing you about how your wings would disappear the moment you drift away from the righteous path.

They’ll give you an apple and your lovely wings will disappear.

Disobeying your Guardian and God could make your pretty wings turn to dust, Y/N.

Your wings are the most precious treasure of all, Love….you wouldn’t want to lose them, do you?

But despite leaving the Heavenly Palace, despite disobeying your Guardian Angel by running away, and despite choosing to go live with a demon, your angel wings still had their divine light. No feather had disappeared or turned gray. Every morning, you checked in the silver mirror to see how your wings were doing. They were now unpinned, so you could spread them as wide as you wanted to. Your wings were also longer, now that there’s no one to clip them away at any chance they get.

Today, you wanted to wear this new white dress Hyunjin gave you. It hugged your curves perfectly. The cleavage was a little more revealing than you’d prefer, but you didn’t completely mind, and you thought the ruffled ends were so adorable. The dress didn’t cover your thighs fully—only about two inches above the knee. However, you didn’t mind that either. To be fair, at least you looked nicer than the many times your Guardian Angel dressed you up. Sometimes, he’d leave you completely bare in your cold cage as a punishment.

You fixed your hair a little, and you spent the next minute or so looking at your wings, which were completely free from the backless cut of your dress. They’re so beautiful, you thought. It almost made you sad just how your Guardian Angel never let them grow out to be this way. Maybe he knew just how terrifyingly beautiful they’d become.

You then turned around and looked over your shoulder, eyeing the indecipherable dark symbol on your back. You’ve had multiple burn marks on your body, but the intricate one on your back has always been there for a long time, forever serving as a painful reminder of your past lover and protector. No matter how much you try to heal it away and make your skin good as new, the mark will never go away. The pain even felt fresh at times.

Before you could dwell more on your past, you remembered that Hyunjin’s castle had a small library. You figured that it would’ve been nice if you spent some time reading, like you used to do when you were in the Heavenly Palace before your Guardian Angel locked you in a gilded cage. The book you picked out didn’t have a name. The cover just looked interesting to you: a red rose that was growing out of a large bush of thorns.

The book had an interesting start. You couldn’t take your eyes off the paper, for you were fully immersed in the story. However, by page twenty, you quickly had to put the book down. Your cheeks were flushed and hot, and you felt your angel wings retract tightly. You felt a weird fluttering in your stomach, and you wanted to squirm in your seat. You couldn’t even read the pages anymore, let alone look at them.

“What are you reading, Angel?”

You quickly turned around to see Hyunjin at the library’s entrance. He looked just as handsome as the day you met him. This time, he wore a maroon button-up shirt. The sleeves were rolled up, and the first three buttons were opened. He was also wearing black trousers and his classic black pointed shoes. If you were being honest with yourself, you found it a little fascinating that Hyunjin always chose to wear formal wear while your Guardian Angel always settled with wearing very loose fitting white robes.

Hyunjin dug his teeth into a very ripe apple, its juices trickling down his chin and dripping onto the cobblestone floor, as he elegantly walked towards you. Meanwhile, you were internally panicking and turned to face him, spreading your wings out to cover the book you were reading.

“It’s nothing….” you said.

“Nothing?” Hyunjin raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Surely, it can’t be nothing, Angel…”

“You think I’d lie?”

“May I remind you of your new lying streak, darling.”

Hyunjin then lifted your chin up gently with just his index finger, watching more heat rise in your cheeks. His thumb was rubbing against your bottom lip, feeling the plushness of it. He loved how innocent they looked. His mind began to wander, thinking about the possible things he could do with your cute rosy lips.

“I never lied once,” you pouted.

“Another lie, I see,” Hyunjin smirked, “That’s a sin, you know.”

“Well, I asked God for forgiveness.”

“And He always does, Angel, no matter what you do or say. So it wouldn’t hurt to tell me a sliver of truth, hmm? There’s no judgment.”

His voice was as smooth as a glass of wine, and you couldn’t help but retract your wings, revealing the book to him. Hyunjin took a small glimpse at the book, immediately recognizing which one it was. A laugh vibrated through his chest, and the embarrassment in your body grew.

“What?!” you asked, wanting to hide away in your wings forever.

“Nothing, Angel…I just didn’t expect you to read a book so ungodly.”

“It’s not like I expected it to be that way.”

Hyunjin got closer to the table, his footsteps echoed in the room. With his free hand, he quickly picked up the open book that was laying pages down. After a silent beat, he let out a teasing chuckle.

“‘I couldn’t see his presence, but my soul knew he was right behind me,’” Hyunjin read out loud, “‘His tongue grazed my neck as his hand traveled down from my stomach to my clitoris—’”

“Hyunjin!!” your face was completely red, your hands were sweaty, and your heart pounded so much that it could jump out of your chest at any moment. You couldn’t even look at him anymore, letting your wings envelop you. It wasn’t even helping that he sounded so seductive while reading it out loud.

“Don’t worry, Angel, it’s not even the best part. ‘My head was pressed firmly against the pillow, and he thrusted his cock in and out of my—’”

“Hyunjin, please!!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.”

He laughed and put the book down, finally looking at your embarrassed form.  You were hugging your legs, and your wings completely shielded you from the outside world. Hyunjin’s heart skipped a small beat. You just look so cute when you’re shy like this.

“It was funny though, seeing your face,” Hyunjin chuckled.

“My Guardian would’ve killed me if he caught me reading that….”

Hyunjin pursed his lips. Ever since you entered the castle, all you talked about was how everything was different from what you knew and how your Guardian Angel would’ve reacted to you being there. Of course, he wasn’t bothered by it entirely, but Hyunjin wished that he could erase your memory of your Guardian Angel sometimes. The demon sighed and kissed your forehead so tenderly, making all the bones in your body a little weaker.

“Well, you’re not with him now, Angel,” he said, lifting your chin up once more to look into your eyes. “So you can do whatever you please.”

He then took another bite of his apple, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. There was definitely something sinful about the way Hyunjin ate the apple. He ate the apple’s flesh like it was some beast he just killed. Chills were sent up and down your spine from his crimson gaze. Not to mention the way his thumb caressed the apple’s side. He caressed it like the apple was aching for his touch. Your throat ran dry, and you felt a tightening knot in your stomach: an unfamiliar feeling, but you couldn’t decide on whether or not it was uncomfortable.

You’ve never thought about eating apples that much. Angels rarely ever get hungry, but something about that apple looked very delicious. Your tongue became a little more slimy, watching more juice drip through Hyunjin’s fingers as he ate the apple more. You wondered about the taste. Was it sweet? Was it sour? Was it soft or was it hard?

Hyunjin looked into your eyes once more, noticing just how slightly blown your pupils looked.

“What you’re lookin at, Angel?” he asked, “You hungry?”

“That apple looks tasty….” you admitted quietly. Your heart pounded, and you weren’t so sure why.

A smirk crept up to Hyunjin’s face, and he lowered the apple close to your face.

“Want a bite?” he asked. His low voice made the goosebumps on your skin more visible, and nothing could deny the glint in his crimson eyes. Your head was spinning, and you didn’t know why. It’s just an apple, you thought. Hyunjin chuckled a little. “What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know…”

“Should I feed it to you?”

He was very close to you, your eyes meeting, and the half-eaten apple was right between you both. The skin was very red, and juice was still spilling out of it. Without thinking at all, your lips met the apple’s skin, and you sank your teeth into it. You took a large bite of the apple, and it wasn’t like anything you’ve ever tried. It was so sweet and juicy, and you wanted more. You took the apple out of Hyunjin’s hand and finished it eagerly. The juice was spilling from your plush lips down to your chin and dripped onto your new white dress.

Hyunjin looked at you, noticing how red your cheeks were as you chewed and swallowed. You looked like you were drunk on the finest wine, and it was strangely erotic. The sight of you eating the apple unlocked something deep within him.

“Angel?” his voice was low again, but you heard a slight growl.

“Hmm?” you looked at Hyunjin once more, his nose nearly touching yours.

“Don’t let the juice drip too much,” he whispered, “Wouldn’t want you to ruin this pretty dress of yours.”

“You like it?”

You asked him so innocently that it was killing Hyunjin. His eyes scanned over your body to see how your pretty white dress hugged your curves right and revealed enough skin to make any man go mad. He even noticed your nipples poking through the fabric, now a little wet from the apple’s juice. How could an angel as pure as you look so sinful, he thought. Your wings were still there, big and strong. No sight of gray or ash. Curiosity plagued Hyunjin’s mind, and he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. He wanted to see how far you’d go. His hot breath was up against your neck, and a rush of heat pooled down your body.

“Like it?” Hyunjin breathed, “I love it. Fuck, you look so tempting.”

Your heart pounded more, and you softly gasped the moment Hyunjin’s lips met your neck. His groans were loud and husky against your ear, and he nibbled on your skin. You whined from his sharp teeth, but you didn’t want him to stop. Hyunjin’s hands gripped tightly onto your waist, and you wrapped your legs around his. He then inhaled your lovely scent, his desire growing.

“You smell divine, Love,” Hyunjin growled, his hips beginning to roll up against you.

You hitched a little breath, feeling his hardness through his pants. More heat rushed down to your core, your panties getting soaked. Your back slighty arched, and Hyunjin’s lips traveled from your neck to your collarbone. His tongue grazed your skin, and his teeth sunk into your flesh. A cry escaped from your throat, and your hands clutched onto him.

“I’m sorry, Angel,” he said, “I just couldn’t help myself….Fuck, I need you.”

Hyunjin lifted you up, his addicting hands on your thighs. The apple rolled off your hands and landed on the cobblestone floor, but neither of you cared to pick it up. Your face was very red, and Hyunjin rubbed his thumb on your bottom lip once more. Your lips were slick with the apple’s juice and drool. If your lips were a fruit, he’d eat it endlessly without getting tired of it.

Suddenly, his lips crashed against yours, tasting apple but also something else sweet. All the air was sucked out of your lungs, and you kissed Hyunjin back. He moaned deeply, and he sat you on the tabletop. Hyunjin’s lips were now on your cleavage, and he was fighting the urge to completely strip you on the table. Heat radiated from your skin, and your chest was rising and falling with every heavy breath you took. 

“Ever been kissed like that, Angel?” he asked, 

“No…” you lied. the truth was that you have, but the feeling was different.

Hyunjin chuckled, and he deeply kissed and sucked on the mounds of your breasts, leaving deep purple splotches.

“Well then…let me make you feel good, Angel,” he groaned, “Maybe I can take notes from that book you’ve read.”

Your cheeks were so apple red, and you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him to save you from your fall from grace. But you didn’t want to. The moment his hand touched and gripped your inner thigh, you spread your legs a little.

“That’s it…” Hyunjin breathed, his voice so rough that it sounded like a hiss. He pressed a searing kiss against your neck. “Good girl.”

Another rush of heat came over you from the pet name. Hyunjin noticed, which prompted him to go further. Your thighs were spread, and your white dress was ridden up. He pushed it up a little, revealing the now transparent white lace. The demon smirked, and he tugged on the hem of your panties.

“You sure you want this, Angel?” Hyunjin asked, “You might lose your wings if you give in.”

“I haven’t been able to use my wings for a long time,” you admitted, “It wouldn’t make a difference if I lose them…”

Hyunjin was a little surprised by your answer. After letting your wings grow to look so beautiful, you would’ve wanted to keep them. Turns out you never fail to keep him on his toes. He pulled down your panties, a little slowly, and eventually they were finally at your ankles. His eyes widened at the sight of you, all wet and bare like a tulip in the rain.

“Oh Hell, Angel…” he said, “You’re soaking. And so pretty…”

The butterflies in your stomach fluttered more, and you couldn’t help but squirm at his words. Hyunjin grinned, and he kissed your lips.

“I’m going to make you feel good, Angel…maybe God can forgive my sins because of you…”

He pulled you closer by the thighs, and Hyunjin’s lips collided with your pretty slit. A gasp escaped your throat, and you immediately grabbed onto his silky black hair, tugging it a little too tightly. Hyunjin moaned deeply, making your skin vibrate, as he lapped up your wet folds.

“You taste so heavenly, Angel,” he groaned.

Hyunjin’s fingers dug into your plush thighs, hard enough to bruise. Your wings spread out wide, as a melody of moans left your lips. Your body felt even hotter, and the unfamiliar knot returned and started building up in your stomach. Your hips started to rock against his face, and all Hyunjin did was fuck his tongue into you more.

“Such a shame they kept you away from me all this time,” Hyunjin rasped, “A demon like me wouldn’t get enough of this forbidden fruit.”

He took a deep breath before diving back in to take as much of your taste as he could, his tongue reaching places you didn’t even think was possible. You moaned louder, your grip on his hair tightened, and you were so lost in the pleasure that you didn’t notice the feathers of your wings slowly falling down like petals of an aging tree. The knot in your stomach grew bigger and bigger, and a breath was forced out of your lungs as Hyunjin thrusted his fingers deep inside of you.

“Hyunjin!!” you screamed.

“Sorry, Angel….I couldn’t help myself,” Hyunjin moaned, “Fuck, you’re tight as a virgin.”

The heat radiated more from your skin, more slick pooled down from your thighs and onto his face, and your brain was getting fuzzier with every collision Hyunjin’s fingers made with your sweet spot. More feathers wilted, the knot was large, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Hyunjin!”

“You’re close, Angel, aren’t you?” he smirked before removing his fingers out of your walls and taking one last lick of your essence. A whine was ripped out of you, and tears began to trickle down your rosy cheeks. Hyunjin looked at your needy face with awe, loving how ruined you looked with your graying wings and pout. “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. I’ll give you what you truly need.”

Hyunjin’s hands reached down to the band of his pants, and he quickly unbuttoned them, revealing his hardness to you. Your eyes widened, and your mouth watered. He was big, bigger than your angel mind could’ve comprehended. The demon chuckled, admiring your shocked expression. He got closer and caressed your heated skin once more.

“You’re so cute, Angel…” he said with a deep, husky tone. “I almost feel bad for doing this. Almost.”

He pressed his lips against yours once more. Your heart wasn’t fluttering anymore. It was blazing. Your greying wings spread again from the pleasure, and you eagerly kissed him back. Breathy moans slipped from your lips, and with one thrust of his hips, Hyunjin managed to slide his cock into your soaking walls.

“Hyunjin!” you whined, arching your back. It hurt so much, but it felt so good.

“Oh God, Angel, you feel better than I imagined,” Hyunjin grunted, as he kept rocking his hips at fast pace.

Your fingers clutched onto him, your blunt nails digging into his back, and your mind was slowly becoming fuzzy again as he deliciously hit your sweet spot. Hyunjin’s free hand gripped on the edge of the table to steady himself as he kept going with his fast pace. A chorus of your moans combined with his echoed across the library, and Hyunjin nuzzled his face against your neck before biting gently on your sensitive skin, sucking on it to create another perfect purple splotch. Your legs began to feel weak once more, your body completely surrendering to the pleasure, and the wood of the table was soaking with your essence.

“Hyunjin!” you hitched, feeling the heavy knot inside you grow again.

“Come for me, Angel,” Hyunjin purred, his thumb slipping in between your thighs to gently rub against your sensitive bud, as if it was the apple he was eating earlier.

His hips rutted against you more, and suddenly, your eyes widened as a loud moan left your lungs, and your walls spasmed everywhere. Hyunjin thrusted two or three times into you before he moaned and emptied himself into your quivering walls. He slowly stopped his movements and took a moment to admire you. Your skin was sweaty and glowing with Heavenly light, like a true angel, but your large, beautiful wings were more gray and wilted. However, they haven’t broken off your back like it has been for other fallen angels. Most of the feathers are still there.

“Your wings…” he said, reaching out to touch the delicate feathers.

Chills were sent down your spine from the feather touch of his fingers and his curious gaze.

“I’ve fallen, haven’t I?” you asked.

“Fallen?” Hyunjin chuckled before leaning in to give you a tender kiss, “Like I said before, my Angel…God forgives you no matter what you do or say. I fear you’re His favorite. Too bad for Him…you’re mine forever.”

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a/n: hello, everyone!! here is a part 2 to my demon hyunjin fic i wrote forever ago. comment what you think, and like/reblog if you enjoyed it <333

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naughty naughty!

—in which he surprises you with lingerie and he cannot keep his cool

pairings: ot8 x reader

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Silly In Love

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

wc: 6.5k

synopsis: After all the ups and downs in your life, you find your save haven and marry the love you once dreamed of.

a/n: This is a little feel good sweet fic that I wanted to write after having an identity crisis lmao, hope y'all enjoy it!❤️ (we are so back baby!!!)

~ divider by: @dollywons

~ masterlist

"You have to choose carefully, Juliet. This is one of the most important decisions you'll make because you'll remember this day for the rest of your life." you looked at the woman sitting across from you who was currently staring intently at the catalogue you handed to her.

"I really like these hydrangeas." she exhaled. "But the peonies are so pretty too. It's really hard to decide, especially for me since I'm a libra, you know how undecisive we are." Juliet chuckled and looked up at you.

"Well, I can show you the weddings I did with these. Michael and Cheryl got married seven months ago and this is them, they had arrangements with the violet and white hydrangeas. But I suggest you look at the flowers and give yourself some time to think; you know combine them in your mind and something will definitely click into place." you suggested as Juliet chewed on her lip, her eyes running over the selections.

"Barely getting started and I am already confused." she chuckled again and you smiled, shaking your head.

"We chose the venue, that's a big step."

"Ugh, I really have no idea what I would do without you y/n." Juliet smiled, tilting her head at you.

"Don't worry, your wedding will be just like you always dreamed about and even better."

You arrived home, kicking your shoes off and sighing in relief. Before you could even take your jacket off, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.

"My flower, I missed you." Hyunjin nuzzled into your hair, finding comfort in the smell of your shampoo. You chuckled in delight as your heart skipped a beat and you melted back into him.

"I missed you too, lover." your eyes closed as you touched his arms, his skin soft under your fingertips. "Did you make dinner?" you frowned in confusion as you smelled food.

"No, I ordered. I didn't want a repeat of the last time." he snickered and you let out a little laugh.

"Yeah, we don't want a fire squad pulling you out of a burning building." you shook your head with a smile and turned towards him, your eyes finally settling on his.

The softest smile spread on his face and it seemed as if he was staring into your soul not just at your surface. It always felt like that with Hyunjin, it felt like he understood you without you having to say what's on your mind, it was like he always knew just what you needed. Like he was always a part of you, your soulmate.

"Have some faith in me." he whined playfully and you chuckled.

"I will, if I am there to supervise." you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he pulled you closer, not wasting any more time as he pressed his lips against yours.

You melted into the kiss, your entire body becoming putty in Hyunjin's arms as he took your breath away.

"Come on, you must be hungry." there was a glint in Hyunjin's eyes as he said that, his hands grabbing yours and leading you to the dining room suspiciously excitedly.

"Are you planning something?" you eyed him and he laughed.

"Maybe."

As you walked into the dining room, your breath was taken away once again. Hyunjin had made an effort to set a romantic scene with flowers, mood lighting and candles. He even took out the fine china you had stored away for special occasions. The food smelled delicious and you recognized the meal was from your favorite restaurant, the one you and Hyunjin had your first date at.

"Hyunjin! What is all this?" your heart skipped several beats as you took in the sight.

"A romantic dinner for my favorite person?" he smirked mischievously as he pulled out a chair for you to sit down.

"Did I forget about some anniversary or something?" you asked, looking around the table curiously. Hyunjin liked celebrating every milestone with you; the first date, the first kiss, the first 'I love you' exchanged, the first time you spent the night together... So, you started panicking a little that this last wedding you were planning screwed with your mind, making you forget some important date.

"No, no!" Hyunjin chuckled, noticing you were becoming upset and he reached out to grab your hand immediately, squeezing it to calm you down. "I just wanted us to have a nice dinner together in the comfort of our home. I know you've been stressed with your last client's wedding and this is a good way to relax, maybe even with a warm bath later?" Hyunjin added, winking at you and you chuckled, slapping his arm playfully, his attempts at flirting still got your heart racing and your cheeks flushing even after three years of dating.

"Okay, okay." you smiled. "Thank you."

"You know you don't have to thank me. But if you are thankful, there's a few ways you could show me." he smirked and you raised your hand to slap his arm again and he dodged the 'attack' skilfully, making both of you giggle at the silly vibes between you.

As you started eating and conversing with your lover, the weight from your shoulders started lifting slowly but surely, the stress of the day melting away into the background, the only thing existing in that moment was Hyunjin and his shiny smile, his soft voice and sweet giggles.

Simple moments with him were your favorite so when he suddenly became nervous and started figdeting around dessert time, you tilted your head at him, feeling the change in the air between you.

"You okay?" you asked him and Hyunjin looked up from the table with wide eyes, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Actually, I did have a little agenda with this dinner." he smiled nervously and you raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?" you looked at him expectantly.

Hyunjin took a deep breath and pulled a little velvet box out of his pocket. You let out a loud gasp, your heart almost stopping in your chest as you stared at his hands opening the box to reveal a beatiful engagement ring. Then, he kneeled and looked up at you.

"Y/n, the moment I looked at you for the first time I knew you were the woman I was going to marry and spend the rest of my life with. I know it sounds cheesy but I knew I loved you right away, I knew my soul recognized yours because we loved each other in every universe that ever existed. So, would you make me the happiest man alive and be my wife so I can love you in this universe forever too?" Hyunjin spoke breathlessly and gently, a thin sheen of sweat covered his skin as his heart started beating quickly in his chest.

You didn't even realize you were crying for a moment, it felt as if you were having an out of body experience while the man you loved more than anything stared up at you hopefully, his hands trembling as he held the ring.

"Oh my god! Yes, a million times yes!" you shouted out with joy, throwing yourself on him which cause him to stumble a little but he managed to grip the little box, keeping the ring safe.

"I love you." Hyunjin cried too, tears of happiness streaming down his cheeks as you kissed him silly, your giggles melting together in one big bubble of love.

He then slid the ring on your finger and you admired it, staring at the way it shined as your mind drifted off to three years ago.

"Trish, please call my 8 o'clock and tell her to come at 9 instead. And please take out all the flower catalogues, have them waiting on my table together with a cup of black coffee cause I already had one and it is not helping." you groaned into the phone, trying to hold it pinched between your cheek and shoulder as you balanced a few venue catalogues, the sealed half-emtpy coffee cup and your car keys.

"Consider it done." your assistant paused. "You okay? Fun weekend?" the teasing in her tone was evident.

"Eventful." you groaned, looking at your reflection in the car window for a moment after you locked it.

You sighed deeply and started walking towards the elevator that would take you up to your office, as your thoughts started swirling.

You had visited your mother this weekend and it went as it always did; being compared to your sister who was 'more successful' and 'more advanced' than you were. You owned a wedding planning business, always on the sideline of other people's happiness while your sister was the happy one. The one who had a perfect job, perfect husband and perfect children.

The 40 hours you spent with them were enough to ruin your entire month, let alone today. Your mother thought your sister was perfect, but you saw the way her husband ignored her and kept checking his phone when he thought no one was looking. You noticed how she chewed on her lip nervously, itching to smoke a cigarette to forget for a just a few minutes whatever shit was going on between them and yet they smiled. As if everything was alright. It made you sick to your stomach.

You shook your head as you neared the elevator but before you could step any closer to it, your heel snapped and your body flew towards the concrete, the magazines hitting the ground and the coffee cup opening and spilling all over the pages, your phone smacking against the ground too as you fell face first, almost kissing the ground.

"Motherfucker!" you yelled out in frustration, quickly grabbing the magazine and trying to shake off the spilled coffee from the pages.

"This is what I get." you muttered to yourself, picking up everything that fell and slowly standing up. You groaned when you looked down at yourself, your blouse and skirt were now ruined with whatever grease and dirt was on the floor and your knees had little scrapes all over them.

You quickly took your now broken shoes off and tiptoed angrily towards the elevator, pressing the button harshly like it was at fault for everything.

When you finally arrived to your office, your assistant gasped as she took in the sight of you. Trish ran towards you immediately, helping you carry your stuff and before she could comment on it, you shook your head.

"Monday mornings." you said and she exhaled, shaking her head.

"Listen-"

"Trish, I'm really not in the mood now. I've been having the crappiest few days and I don't need lectures, okay?"

"No, it's not that, it's-"

"Just let me take a breather and drink some damn coffee. I'm already fucking sick of this day-" your mouth shut instantly as you walked into your office. A woman was standing there and the way she looked at you made it clear that you seemed as if you just ran away from the psychiatric ward.

"Your 8 o'clock is here, she came in early before I had a chance to call her and postpone." Trish grimaced and you stood there barefoot, bleeding, your clothes ruined and your hair messy as the coffee still dripped from the magazine. The earth never opened up before but there is always a first time for everything and you hoped it was one of those times now.

"I was trying to tell you." Trish added and you bit on your lip.

"Don't." you said as the woman kept staring at you.

"Monday mornings." you repeated your earlier sentence, hoping you didn't make a complete fool of yourself.

"I think I left my stove on." the woman said and slipped out awkwardly, like she was trying to run away from you as soon as possible.

"Wait, miss Scott!" you yelled after her but she waved nervously and disappeared behind the corner towards the elevator you just came from.

"She's not coming back, is she?" you sighed.

"Nope." Trish shook her head.

~

"Trish!" two hours later, you were done answering emails and phone calls, as well as preparing some other things for another wedding you were currently handling. Your coffee cup was empty, your hair was lifted in a messy bun with a pencil from your table and you changed into another suit you had at work. Good thing you kept some clothes in your office just in case of emergencies like this one.

"Yes?" your assistant peeked into your office.

"Where is the damn florist? He should've been here twenty minutes ago!"

"Oh, right. He called and apparently, his wife is sick so he is sending his apprentice to you." Trish explained.

"He should've labeled his apprentice with a sticker that says 'urgent' because I have two other meetings today." you sighed, massaging your temples and Trish giggled.

"Oh, I think he's here now." she turned around and you heard some commotion together with quiet mumbling that sounded suspiciously like cursing.

"Let him in." you waved your hand and she giggled again.

You waited for the apprentice to come in and before he did, a huge arrangement of flowers appeared first.

"Ugh..." a voice groaned behind all the flowers and you raised your eyebrow.

"Hello?" you said awkwardly and suddenly it was as if you started experiencing deja vu; the apprentice tripped, making all the flowers fly everywhere with him landing on top of them, his long limbs sprawled in a funny manner as he crushed all the poor flowers.

"Oh my god, are you okay?!" you stood up immediately, still barefoot as you walked between all the flowers and tried to help the man up.

"No." he muttered into the roses before he looked up at you.

The watery eyes and the little pout on his face made you giggle.

"Monday mornings." you nodded and reached your hand out which he hesitantly took.

"Please don't laugh at me, this is the most embarrassing moment of my life." he said, standing up and looking around at the mess he made in your office as his cheeks reddened.

"Don't worry, I know how that feels." you chuckled.

"You sure? I don't think you'd know how it feels to make a complete fool out of yourself in front of the most beautiful woman in existence."

It was your turn to blush.

"Are you flirting with me?" you asked, feeling dumbfounded as you stared at this peculiar man in front of you.

He looked around with a smug smirk and then chuckled.

"I don't see anyone else here, do you?" he asked and you rolled your eyes, a smile still on your face.

"You're very cheeky." you brushed him off, bending down as you started picking up the flowers.

"Thanks, I think." he chuckled, gathering the flowers too. "I'm really sorry about the mess, I'm sure this was not my best introduction. I swear I'm a good florist! Mr. Davis taught me everything I needed to know." Hyunjin stood straight, suddenly looking like a good student waiting to be praised and you couldn't help but giggle.

"I mean, if he trusts you with his flowers, I trust you too. Although, I think he'd cry a little if he saw what you just did to them." you teased and Hyunjin's cheeks reddened just a little.

"He would definitely cry." Hyunjin agreed and you laughed.

"Well, the flowers are still in a pretty good shape, you can arrange them again, right? Cause my 11 o'clock will be here soon." you said, glancing at your watch.

"Yeah, I'll be done in no time." Hyunjin smiled and started arranging the flowers. You sat at your desk, pretending to work on your laptop but your eyes were focused on Hyunjin instead. You loved the way his hair fell over his eyes and he kept brushing it back behind his ear while he worked; it seemed like that was almost comforting to him rather than annoying. His hands were delicate and gentle with the flowers and you bit your lip, remembering how soft his hand was when you helped him up. His plump lips parted in concentration and your insides fluttered.

You were sure this man knew how to love a woman, in more ways than one.

"Anything interesting on that screen of yours?" Hyunjin smirked, not even glancing at you and you jolted a little, feeling the heat creeping on your skin.

"Just work stuff." you quickly looked back at the emails that were still opened from earlier but all you could see was Hyunjin and the way he handled the flowers.

"And done." he smiled to himself as he admired his handiwork.

You stood up and made your way to the bouquet and a gasp left your lips. It looked as if the flowers never even touched the ground. Somehow, he made the arrangment look even prettier than before.

"It's beautiful." you said and he smiled as he looked at you.

"It sure is." Hyunjin said with a little smirk and you threw him a look.

"What are you doing for your lunch break?" he added and your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him. He was being serious with the flirting.

"Um, eating lunch?"

"Hopefully with me." he winked and you didn't know if you wanted to slap the smug smirk off his face or kiss him until you were both breathless.

"I- I usually eat with Trish." you said, feeling a bit apprehensive about going to lunch with a stranger no matter how pretty he was and how sweet he seemed.

"Maybe she won't mind some time alone while you and I eat together." he tried again and you chuckled.

"I might just eat in my office while working, I got in late today and I still have two meetings and other things-"

"I get it, you can just say no." Hyunjin chuckled. "But, we'll be seeing each other more now and I'll ask again. If you say no three times, I won't bother you anymore, though I think you'd benefit by saying yes to me."

You raised your eyebrow at him and the slightly cocky attitude.

"And how would I benefit from that?"

"That's something you'd have to see when you go out with me." he smirked teasingly. "Have fun with your 11 o'clock. Hope she likes the flowers." Hyunjin added before giving you another wink and leaving you dumbfounded in your office.

That was just the beginning.

The second time you saw Hyunjin was when you actually visited the flower shop, needing to take some pictures of the new flowers and bouquets.

He looked up from the counter, his hair in a half updo as he held a paintbrush in his hand.

"Y/n!" his eyes started shining as a big smile spread on his face instantly. It was enough to make you blush.

"Hi, I think Trish called you this morning to tell you I'd come around 10 and take some pics of the flowers for my magazines."

"Yes and I was expecting you." he put his paintbrush down and wiped his hands on his jeans before grabbing a cup of coffee and bringing it to you. "I asked her how you like to take your coffee and ordered some." he smiled, looking like he craved to be praised again.

"Oh." you were a little taken aback by the sweet gesture but you accepted the cup from his hand, your fingers brushing against his briefly, electrifying your entire body. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." he smiled as he watched you take a sip. "I can help set up the flowers for better pictures." Hyunjin added when you put the coffee cup aside, your cheeks feeling a little warmer.

"Sure." you nodded and you both got to work. Hyunjin made sure the backdrop and lighting looked good for all the bouquets and you were thankful that he was as creative as you were, the two of you working as a team, as if you've been doing this every day. The pictures turned out so beautiful, even better than the ones you used to take while Mr. Davis was here.

"Wow, these look really good." you looked at your camera as you shuffled through the pics and he leaned over your shoulder, his body hovering behind yours. You almost dropped the camera as his intoxicating perfume surrounded you, the warmth of his body radiating on yours, his breath hitting your neck.

"I think we both deserve a reward for the good job we've done."

You slowly turned to look at him and stepped back as you noticed just how close he was. Your heart sped up in your chest as you gripped your camera.

"And what might that be?" you raised an eyebrow, trying to sound nonchalant.

"How about we get some dessert with the coffee and call it a date?"

You almost choked on your spit. He was really serious about flirting with you.

"I- um, I gotta go back to my office, I have to put in a request for a catalogue and I have some people arriving-"

"That's a second no then." he stopped your rambling with a smirk. "Third time's the charm."

He was definitely not giving up.

And the third time really was something special.

It was a few weeks after you took the pictures in the flower shop and both you and Hyunjin attended a wedding rehearsal. You were there to supervise everything since you were the couple's main wedding planner and Hyunjin got there to help you out; mostly with the flowers. But he was also eager to bring you coffee and help you with anything else you needed help with. Even with Trish there, it seemed more as if he was your assistant and not her because he just wasn't letting the poor woman do her job.

Trish only smirked on the side when she saw you blushing profusely as Hyunjin practically jumped around you like an eager puppy.

As the couple finally got to your favorite part, the vows, you stared at them with a proud smile and teary eyes. Hyunjin observed you, a soft smile etched on his face as he took in the sight of the longing in your shiny eyes.

Something swelled inside you as you stood on the side, watching people who were in love getting their happy ever after for the hundredth time. Always them, but never you. You didn't even notice the tear that slipped down your cheek at first, not until Hyunjin's slender fingers slid between yours and he gently squeezed your hand. You stood frozen for a moment and slowly turned to look at him, seeing him smiling at the couple.

"That could be us, you know." he said suddenly and you laughed, wiping the tear away.

"Skipping to getting married already?" you chuckled as your heart started beating fast in your chest. "What happened to a first date?"

He chuckled too as he looked at you, his thumb moving against your skin slowly.

"After we finish here, let me take you out to dinner."

You chewed on your lip as you stared into his eyes, so warm and sincere; you'd never seen eyes that felt so welcoming and comforting as his.

"Fine, you can take me out to dinner." you sighed, acting annoyed in a playful manner.

"Yes! I knew it, third time's the charm!" he laughed and pulled you into a hug, surprising you as you grabbed onto his arms so you wouldn't lose your balance and knock everything over.

"I guess it really is." you muttered into his shoulder, inhaling the comforting smell of the fabric softener he used, fresh and floral.

"You won't regret this decision ever." he promised, his grip tightening around you a little.

And he never broke that promise since that day on.

"Y/n?" Hyunjin's voice brought you back to present time, the shine of the ring on your finger seeming even more magical after thinking about the past.

"Oh, sorry." you chuckled. "I was just thinking."

"About?" he asked with a smile as he sat back on the chair and grabbed your hands in his gently.

"How we met and started dating." you looked at him, your eyes shining and reflecting love from his.

"That was fun actually. I wasn't gonna let you walk out of my life. I knew we were meant to be together as soon as I laid my eyes on you." Hyunjin kissed your hands.

"You were insistent but I'm glad you were because I was a little closed off. Even though I knew something good could come out of it, I was afraid." you sighed.

"I was afraid too. But I would never give up on us."

"I would never give up on us either." you kissed him sweetly, the promise sealed with your lips.

"Remember the first time we moved into this apartment?" Hyunjin asked suddenly as the two of you started cleaning up the kitchen.

"Oh, I remember." you laughed.

It was almost two years ago.

"Watch out!" you yelled between giggles as Hyunjin carried you up the stairs of your building, almost tripping on a step and dropping you down. Hyunjin laughed and held you tighter as he continued carrying you to the entrance of your new apartment.

"Gotta put you down now." he said and you gave him a look. "Gently." he added with a chuckle.

The moment you entered the apartment, even though the place wasn't completely furnished both of you saw your future in there, not an empty space. You saw flowers by the windowsill, you saw a couch where Hyunjin and you would cuddle, you saw a table where the two of you would share meals and stories about your day, you saw the empty walls that would be adorned with his artwork.

Piece by piece and day by day the place would be filled up with you and the memories of your life shared together.

"I think we should celebrate this new chapter of our relationship in a special way." Hyunjin smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You chuckled and threw your arms around his shoulders, pressing your body into his.

"What did you have in mind?" you teased, knowing full well what he was insinuating.

"How about we check our bedroom and spend a little time inspecting it? You know, to be sure." he grabbed your hand and led you to the room.

"Hyun, we don't even have a bed in there." you laughed as he swung open the door.

"There's a mattress." Hyunjin laughed with you, pulling you down and making you topple over him as you squealed in surprise. "It's good enough." he added, his hands rubbing your sides slowly.

"I guess it is. As long as you're here with me." you whispered, brushing your lips against his. Hyunjin smiled and captured your lips in his, his big hands running up and down your body, lifting your dress up subtly.

You sucked his bottom lip between your teeth, eliciting a deep groan out of him. When you leaned back to look at him, he smirked, his eyelids heavy with want. You returned the smirk and kissed his jaw, then sucked on a sensitive spot on his neck, relishing in the way he was clutching at you and moaning quietly but desperately.

Hyunjin melted with your kisses and touches as clothes started flying around right before he rolled you both over, now hovering over your body. You were trapped under him, desire burning inside you as Hyunjin's hands mapped out the familiar dips and curves of your body. His lips left a tingling fire everywhere they kissed, touched your skin and worshipped you. You grabbed at him, tugging him closer as you could never get enough of him.

You indulged in each other, completely in love and infatuated as the world around you disappeared; leaving only the two of you in your little cocoon of adoration.

Hours later as you laid next to each other, Hyunjin held your hand.

"I'm going to love you forever."

It was a promise Hyunjin knew he'd never break. And you were sure you'd always feel the same.

All of the memories you made during the last three years brought you this moment; with Hyunjin asking you to be by his side for the rest of your life.

You couldn't have found a better place to be at.

That night as you laid in bed together, you couldn't stop staring at the ring on your finger.

"Hey, you're finally gonna plan your own perfect wedding." Hyunjin chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to his warm body.

"Hm, I seem to know a perfect florist for my perfect wedding." you teased, tapping your chin as if you were deep in thought.

"Oh do you now? Is he handsome?" Hyunjin smirked at you.

"He is very handsome." you answered with a smirk of your own.

"Oh you are just trying to make me jealous, aren't you?" he continued the teasing and you laughed.

"Definitely, just asking for a reaction."

"Is this florist perhaps named Hyunjin?" he wiggled his eyebrows and you pretended to be shocked.

"How did you know that?" you continued the silly back and forth and Hyunjin laughed, pulling you closer and kissing you until you were breathless.

You sat at your desk, going through all the different catalogues. As you turned the smooth pages and looked at everything that was offered; you suddenly understood how it felt to be on the other side of the table. You were now trying to choose the perfect flowers, the perfect venue, the perfect band, the perfect napkins for the most important day of your life.

It was you who had to decide this time.

"Another cup?" Trish peered into your office, showing you a steaming cup of coffee she prepared for you.

"Please." you exhaled shakily and she chuckled as she walked in.

"Any progress?" she asked as she sat down across from you.

"There's so many options. I feel like I'm gonna go crazy." you shook your head.

"Didn't you once tell me you already had your perfect wedding in your mind?" Trish tilted her head curiously.

"I do, it's just... I don't know. I need to discuss it with Hyunjin, he wants to participate in all the planning."

"Then just tell him. Show him what your dream wedding looks like. He is your soulmate anyways, I'm sure you'll find there are many things you'd have in common."

"What if I did like a little scrapbook of my perfect wedding?" you sat up straight suddenly, excitement running through your body as a smile spread on your face.

"That sounds perfect! I'll help you." Trish smiled enthusiastically and so the two of you began working on a cute presentation of the wedding of your dreams.

For the next several hours, your office transformed into a whirlwind of lace clippings, swatches of fabric, magazine cutouts, and gel pens.

Every detail you added had meaning.

Trish helped you tie the whole thing together with gold thread and delicate pressed flowers from a bouquet Hyunjin had made for you weeks ago. When you finally closed the cover and tied the ribbon shut, your fingers trembled slightly.

"You think he'll like it?" you asked, staring at it like it was some fragile secret.

"Oh he'll love it. He is such a sap, just like you." Trish teased you with a wink and you plafully nudged her shoulder.

"I think this would be the right time to ask you to be my maid of honor." you added and Trish gasped before squealing and hugging you tightly.

"I think I'm gonna cry!" she whined and you chuckled when she let go of you and you could finally breathe properly.

"There will definitely be waterworks during this entire process."

Both of you giggled and Trish started raving about the entire thing, now with a new added layer of excitement. And you couldn't wait to see Hyunjin's reaction to the scrapbook.

In the evening, he arrived home carrying a fresh bouquet of flowers as he often did. As soon as the previous flowers wilted, Hyunjin would bring fresh ones to remind you of your love that was constantly blossoming as the two of you nurtured it. After putting it in fresh water, he joined you in the living room, peering over your shoulder curiously.

"What you got there?" he smirked and you chuckled before patting the empty spot next to you.

"It's for you. For us." you said as he sat down and you reached the scrapbook to him. He took it from your hands carefully like it was a delicate flower, untying the ribbon slowly. As he started turning the pages, he fell silent, his eyes observing everything you had put together.

"You added my artworks as decoration for the reception?" Hyunjin looked up at you with a shiny smile and you nodded.

"I wanted our wedding to be unique, to have something that's only ours."

"Y/n this is the sweetest thing ever!" Hyunjin giggled, enveloping you in a warm hug.

"You like it?" you asked, voice muffled by his shoulder.

"I love it, it's perfect for us. I can't wait to marry you and be yours forever." he sighed happily before attacking you with kisses.

"Me too." you giggled between the attacks, hoping the two of you always stay blissfully in love just like you are now.

The late afternoon sun dipped low, casting a golden glow over the garden. Lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, and soft music floated in the air, mingling with the scent of fresh flowers that were courtesy of Hyunjin's careful, loving handiwork.

Everything was as you had always dreamed, and yet nothing could compare to this moment. You stood at the altar, hands trembling just slightly in Hyunjin's, your eyes locked on his. He looked calm, steady, beautiful. He looked like home.

The moment you've been waiting on your entire life had finally come; it was time to say your vows.

A hush fell over the crowd and you took a deep breath in, trying to calm your nerves.

For years, you had watched countless brides stand where you were now. You always stood to the side, clipboard in hand, heart swelling but silent as they spoke to their loved ones and now you were about to do the same.

Your voice wavered at first but grew steadier with each word.

"I've heard so many love stories from behind the scenes. And I always wondered what mine would sound like, if I would ever find the words, or the person who made them real." you squeezed Hyunjin's hands, your eyes glistening.

"Then I met you. And suddenly, I didn't have to imagine anymore.”

He smiled softly, already blinking back tears.

"You taught me what patience looks like. What gentleness sounds like. What it means to be seen, even when I didn't know I wanted to be. You gave me flowers when I gave excuses. You gave me time when I gave chaos. And you loved me, not despite the mess but through it."

Your voice cracked, but you kept going, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

"So I promise to love you in every season. In quiet mornings and late-night storms. I promise to listen when it's hard, and speak when it's easier to hide. I promise to protect the soft parts of you the world might overlook. And I promise to always keep one corner of our home blooming with whatever you decide is in season."

You laughed through a sob. Hyunjin chuckled, his eyes wet as he stared at you with so much love.

"I'm so glad it was you." you whispered. "It was always supposed to be you."

Hyunjin smiled through tears, holding your hands a little tighter as he took a shaky breath.

"Okay" he said with a small laugh. "No pressure after that, right?"

The guests chuckled gently, and you let out a breathless laugh, your heart full.

He looked down for a second, collecting himself, then back at you with those soft, dark eyes that always made you feel like you were the only one in the room.

"I knew you were the one before I even saw your face." he began. "All I saw at first were your shoes. Because I was flat on my face in your office."

More laughter.

"I had this whole plan, walk in, introduce myself, show off my flower arrangements, maybe charm you a little. Instead, I tripped over your doormat and spilled a dozen of flowers all over the floor."

He shook his head with a crooked smile, and you laughed, biting your lip, the memory vivid in both of your minds.

"I tried flirting to recover my pride. You ignored it."

More chuckles from the guests.

"I asked you out three times. You turned me down twice. And honestly… thank you for that. Because by the third time, when you finally said yes, I already knew I wanted forever. I had time to fall in love with your mind, your stubbornness, your work ethic, your heart, even before our first date."

His voice softened.

"You are the most brilliant kind of storm. Focused and wild, graceful and messy, with the ability to create beauty wherever you go. Even when you don't notice it."

He paused to steady his breath, eyes glimmering.

"So I promise to stand with you in the storms and the calm. I promise to always bring you coffee when you're too busy to remember it yourself. I promise to hold your hand when things fall apart and remind you, gently, that we know how to put things back together."

He smiled, a tear slipping down his cheek.

"And I promise to fall for you every day. Even if it means falling flat on my face… again."

The guests laughed, and you were crying now, your heart full and warm.

"I love you and I'm so, so glad you said yes. On the third time. At exactly the right time."

The officiant gave you a moment before speaking again. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife…"

You didn't wait for the rest as you pulled Hyunjin into a kiss before the words even finished, laughter on your lips and love in your chest.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, but all you could hear was Hyunjin's heartbeat, steady against yours.

You had planned a hundred weddings. But this one was yours and it was perfect.

When the two of you parted, you could see Trish wiping her tears away with a napkin and your mother giving you a genuine smile.

You looked back at Hyunjin and saw your future in his eyes, full of love and laughter, knowing that even when things get hard you'd be there to pick each other up and be a shoulder to lean on.

"You know, as much as I am enjoying all this, I can't wait for us to be alone." Hyunjin whispered in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.

You smirked and leaned in closer, brushing your lips against his ear.

"Patience, Mr. Florist. You didn't spend two weeks making a seating chart just to skip the cake." you teased.

"As long as I get to have you for the rest of my life."

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Backstage Pass pt. 7 idols!Hyunjin x Felix x Chan x Han x manager!reader

“I suggest you decide soon, angel,” he murmured. “Because I don’t like sharing what’s already mine.”

And then—he leaned in. Not for a kiss.

But to whisper right against your skin:

“Next time he puts his mouth on you…he better pray I don’t walk in.”

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, 18+, poly relationship, power imbalance, possessiveness, jealousy kink, vocal domination, light degradation, non-violent physical intimidation, voyeurism, overstimulation, Tension Between Consent & Ownership Language (though all actions are consensual, the language used by characters leans possessive and commanding), verbal confrontation, Manipulative Tenderness (Chan/Hyunjin use emotional leverage to assert control), implied group sex (mmmf), probably some that I missed Word Count: 5k+ Tags: @chasinghxran @aria-again @skyearby @jinniesgirl @imagine-all-the-imagines @sammhisphere @femaholicc @hpnsfwaddict @ari4ari Enjoy <3 Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

That evening, you found Jisung sitting on the roof, hoodie pulled over his head, legs dangling over the edge like he’d been waiting for someone to come find him.

You stepped out with two cups of hot tea, sliding one into his hand before sitting beside him in silence.

“I was mostly joking earlier,” he said, not looking at you.

You sipped your tea. “Only mostly?”

He laughed, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You know me. Loudmouth deflection king. It’s easier to make a joke about wanting what you have than admitting I’m just… jealous.”

You turned to him gently. “Jealous of what?”

He finally looked at you. “You have people who see you. Who know how to hold you, how to touch you without taking from you. I’ve never had that.”

You reached for his hand and held it tight. “You deserve it too, Sungie.”

He looked down at your fingers entwined with his, eyes a little glassy. “I know I’m not part of your little… setup or whatever. But sometimes I wonder what it’d be like, just for a second, to be in the middle of that kind of love.”

Your heart ached. You leaned your head on his shoulder.

And you said, quietly, “Maybe one day, when you’re ready.”

It happened late one night.

The dorm was quiet. Jisung had headphones in, working on a demo in his room, when he realized his external hard drive was in the shared media room.

He padded out barefoot, hoodie low over his eyes, thinking everyone else was asleep or out. The door to the media room was cracked, and light flickered inside.

He pushed it open casually.

And froze.

You were there, pressed against the wall, lips parted, body trembling—as Chan held your wrists above your head, murmuring something low and sinful against your throat.

Hyunjin was kneeling between your legs, lips worshipping the skin just above your inner thigh, his hands spreading you wider.

And Felix was behind you, shirtless, whispering praise into your ear like a spell.

Jisung didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe.

Because what he walked into wasn’t sex. Not just sex. It was devotion. Feral, reverent, dangerous love.

Chan was the first to notice.

His head turned slightly, that calm, collected voice cutting through the heat. “You’re not supposed to be here, Jisung.”

Jisung backed up immediately. “I—I didn’t mean to—I swear I thought—”

“Close the door.”

Hyunjin’s voice, low and velvety, sounded unbothered.

Jisung’s breath hitched. “What?”

Chan looked up, eyes dark. “You want to know what she looks like when she’s ruined?”

Felix turned his head slightly. “Then watch.”

You whimpered—whether in protest or arousal, even you weren’t sure. But your body was on fire.

“Eyes on her,” Chan commanded, never breaking rhythm, dragging his fingers down your chest slowly. “Not us, just her.”

Jisung stayed frozen in the doorway. Eyes wide, and lips parted. Watching as your head fell back, a moan ripping through you when Hyunjin’s mouth finally met your core.

Your body arched.

Felix’s hands kept you grounded, murmuring, “You’re okay, angel. Just let him see how good we make you feel.”

Chan leaned into your ear. “Tell him, princess. Tell him how you like being watched.”

You tried. You really tried.

But all that came out was a trembling, breathless, “I—I can’t…”

Hyunjin looked up, lips wet, eyes glittering.

“She’s close.”

“Then don’t stop,” Chan said. “Let him see what it looks like when three people love one woman just right.”

And you broke—body clenching, a cry leaving your lips as your orgasm hit like a tidal wave, crashing through every inch of you.

Jisung stood there, stunned silent.

Until Chan looked at him again and said, low and final:

“Now you know.”

Later that night, Jisung couldn’t sleep.

He wasn’t shaken. He wasn’t even embarrassed. He was moved.

Because what he saw wasn’t dirty. It wasn’t some casual hookup or chaotic tangle of limbs.

It was love.

Unapologetic, and messy, and beautiful.

He knocked quietly on your door, not expecting anything.

You opened it in one of Chan’s shirts, hair tousled, eyes heavy.

And behind you, Hyunjin and Felix curled together like satisfied cats, and Chan leaned against the wall with his arms folded, smirking softly.

“You here to ask questions again?” Chan teased, voice low.

Jisung looked at you.

And he said, quietly and honestly: “I think I finally understand why you glow.”

You smiled.

Then you held your hand out gently. “Come see for yourself.”

You awoke the following morning and padded into the kitchen, wrapped in one of Chan’s crewnecks that fell halfway down your thighs. A mug of tea cupped in your hands, the perfect picture of calm.

But inside?

Your chest was still fluttering.

You could still feel the weight of Hyunjin’s lips on your skin, the warmth of Felix’s praise in your ear, the firm grip of Chan’s hands holding you down.

And Han’s eyes.

God, those eyes.

He’d watched you fall apart. And now, he couldn’t unsee it.

He wandered into the kitchen about fifteen minutes later, hoodie sleeves tugged down over his hands, hair messy, jaw set like he hadn’t slept much.

“Morning,” he said, voice raspier than usual.

You turned, offering him a soft smile. “Hey, Sungie.”

He hesitated. Then crossed the room and leaned against the counter beside you, his gaze fixed firmly on your mug. Not your eyes, not yet.

“Didn’t mean to walk in on anything last night,” he said quietly.

You sipped your tea. “Didn’t seem like you hated it.”

That made his head snap toward you.

You just smiled into your cup.

He laughed—nervous, boyish, a little stunned. “You’re not what I expected.”

“No?” you asked, turning to face him now.

Han shook his head. “You’re… soft. But terrifying. Like… like a blanket that could strangle you.”

You burst out laughing. “That is the weirdest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

“I’m serious,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. “They all orbit you. And I get it now. I get why. But I also—” he paused, eyes flicking up to yours, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

Your heart stuttered.

And from across the living room, where Hyunjin was pretending to sketch, his pencil froze.

Chan, sprawled on the couch behind him, set his phone down slowly, watching the kitchen with dark eyes.

Felix, who’d been curled up with his Switch, blinked fast and stared, like he could feel something shifting.

You tilted your head. “What exactly have you been thinking about, Jisung?”

He didn’t shy away from it this time.

You watched his throat bob. Watched the way his eyes dropped to your lips and how he swayed just slightly closer, like your gravity was pulling him in.

“About how it felt to be in the same room while someone was loving you like that,” he whispered. “And how bad I wanted to know what it felt like to be that close to you. Not just physically. But… inside your world.”

The silence that followed was electric.

Hyunjin finally broke it, sharp and soft: “You falling for her, Jisung?”

Jisung blinked, startled by the directness—but didn’t back down.

“I think I already did,” he said, voice quiet but steady.

Chan hummed low. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

Jisung looked at you again. Then back at them. “I don’t know yet. But I’m not walking away.”

Felix smiled—small, knowing. “We didn’t either.”

You reached out and took Han’s hand.

His fingers closed around yours like he’d been waiting.

Han brushed your hair out of your face, fingers lingering a bit too long, eyes dipping just a bit too low. He wasn’t being bold. Just… soft. Curious..

And they noticed.

They always noticed.

So when Felix caught your wrist and said, “Angel, come help me pick out snacks from the vending machine?” you didn’t question it. You followed, his fingers gently laced with yours, leading you out of the dorm altogether.

What you didn’t see was the look Hyunjin gave Han the second the door closed.

Something cold. Calculating.

Hyunjin didn’t even raise his voice.

“You planning to fuck her and walk away?”

Han’s entire body stiffened.

“Excuse me?”

“Exactly what I said.” Hyunjin stepped forward slowly, jaw set, lips in a thin line. “You want to touch her? Then say it with your chest. Otherwise? Back off.”

“I’m not here to play games with her,” Han said sharply, hands curled into fists at his sides. “I didn’t even ask to be pulled into this.”

“Didn’t have to,” Chan said, entering from the hallway with that low, quiet weight to his voice. “Your eyes said everything.”

Han swallowed, hard. “I know I want her. And not just like that.”

“Then tell us why.” Chan crossed his arms. “Because we’ve given everything to her. We know what she sounds like when she’s afraid, what she looks like when she’s falling apart. We earned our place with her. You want to stand next to us? You better be ready to earn yours.”

Hyunjin circled behind Han like a shadow, voice dipping lower.

“Tell me her favorite tea,” he whispered. “Tell me what she does when she’s overwhelmed. What her hand does when she’s lying.”

Han hesitated. Just a beat.

Hyunjin scoffed, pulling away. “Thought so.”

But Han spun fast, hurt flashing across his features.

“She rubs her thumb against the edge of her nail,” he snapped. “When she’s lying. And she hums when she drinks jasmine tea. Always forgets she’s doing it.”

Both men stopped.

“And when she’s overwhelmed?” Han’s voice cracked a little. “She gets quiet. But not empty. She tucks everything down in her chest and tries to smile through it. And if you listen close enough? Her voice shakes.”

Chan stared at him, hard.

Han stepped forward, jaw clenched. “I know I’m not one of you. I’m not perfect, but I see her. I care about her. I didn’t plan this, but it happened. And now I don’t know how to walk away.”

Hyunjin looked at Chan. Something unspoken passed between them.

Chan tilted his head. “Then prove it.”

Han blinked. “How?”

Hyunjin stepped in close, brushing Han’s jaw with the back of his fingers—not teasing. Testing.

“Let us see how far you’re willing to go to make her feel safe.”

Downstairs, Felix held your hand gently as he traced the edge of your wrist with one finger.

“You trust him?” he asked softly.

You turned to him slowly. “Yeah, I think I do.”

His eyes searched yours.

“He’s got feelings,” you said. “Not just heat.”

Felix leaned in and kissed your temple. “Good.”

You smiled. “Why?”

He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Because if he ever hurts you, baby… they’ll make sure he never gets close again.”

The van ride to the studio the next day was quiet.

You were back in manager mode: phone in hand, earpiece in, checking the schedule for the fifth time that morning. Today was choreography and interviews, two back-to-back shoots, and an event brief later tonight.

You had no time for feelings.

Which was why it was so damn unfair that Han wouldn’t stop watching you.

Not openly. Not dramatically.

Just… constantly.

When you handed out call sheets, he was the only one who said thank you without looking down.

When you fixed the collar of Hyunjin’s shirt, Han’s eyes dropped—not to your hands, but to your face. Like he was wondering what it would feel like to have your attention for even two seconds longer.

And when you brushed past him to reach your bag, barely touching, he inhaled like it burned.

The boys noticed.

Felix was the first to comment—softly, while the others changed.

“You see the way he looks at her?”

Hyunjin snorted. “Like he’s afraid to blink.”

Chan, sitting in the corner, tying his boots, didn’t look up. “He should be.”

On set, the tension got worse.

You stood off to the side, reviewing set notes. Han passed behind you, and without saying a word, reached out and fixed the hem of your blazer where it had bunched at your waist.

Just one quick tug.

Gentle, silent, intimate.

Your eyes flicked to him.

He didn’t even look back. Just walked away.

But your skin tingled where he touched it.

Later, during a break, you found a protein bar tucked into your bag.

No note. Just the exact one you always grab from the vending machine.

You turned around, scanning the room.

Han caught your eye from across the set and gave you one small nod.

Like: Yeah. I remembered.

Like: I see you, Angel.

Like: Even here, in the middle of chaos—I’m paying attention.

You bit your lip, heart thrumming.

That night, in the van again, it was late.

You were exhausted and cold. You hadn’t realized you left your jacket at the last stop until you were already halfway home.

“Here,” Han said suddenly.

He tugged off his hoodie and passed it to you, silent. No fanfare.

It was warm. Smelled like him. Soft and worn, sleeves too long.

You stared at it. “Han—”

He didn’t meet your eyes. Just mumbled, “Don’t want you shivering. S’not a big deal.”

But it was.

It was the biggest deal.

And you felt it deep in your chest when Chan’s eyes lifted from his phone and landed on Han.

Saying nothing, but everything in the look he gave.

The next day started like any other midweek promo shoot—high ceilings, cameras flashing, stylists fluttering like bees. You were checking over the timing with production, hair pinned up, face sharp, attitude sharper.

You looked good.

You always did.

But today… you looked like his.

Hyunjin saw it before Han even did.

The moment you stepped back from the lighting tech, tucking your tablet under your arm and biting your lip like you always did when you were focused, Hyunjin saw the way Han’s eyes tracked you across the floor.

He didn’t even blink.

And that?

That was enough.

Hyunjin rose from the makeup chair without a word.

He made a lazy path toward you, like he was just stretching, like he had no purpose. But the moment he reached your side, he stepped into your space, close enough that your arm brushed his chest, your breath caught.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice low. “You look a little tense.”

You turned slightly. “I’m not, I just—”

But his hands were already sliding up your arms, slow and smooth, thumbs brushing your shoulders like he owned them.

“You sure?” he asked, voice just for you.

You swallowed. “Hyunjin—there’s people—”

“I know,” he said softly.

And then he wrapped his arms around you.

Slowly, steadily, from behind.

One arm around your waist, the other sliding up your spine to cradle the back of your neck.

His lips brushed just behind your ear.

“I just missed you a little,” he whispered. “That allowed?”

Your hands twitched, tablet nearly slipping from your grip.

And across the room, Han stared.

He had been trying to keep his distance.

Trying to earn his way in the right way.

But watching Hyunjin press into you like that?

Touch you like he knew your every breath?

It burned.

And Hyunjin’s voice never lifted.

He stayed close to you, hands unmoving, breathing steadily against your shoulder.

But his eyes?

Locked on Han.

Like a silent warning.

Like she’s mine. Don’t dream too loud.

Later, while the others reset the lighting, Hyunjin found Han by the water cooler.

He didn’t smile.

“Enjoying the view?” he asked, voice casual.

Han froze. “What?”

Hyunjin stepped closer. “You keep watching her like you’re not sure if she’s real.”

“I wasn’t—” Han started, but Hyunjin tilted his head.

“Don’t lie to me. I’m an artist. I know how people look at what they want.”

Han swallowed.

“I get it,” Hyunjin continued, voice softer now. “She’s… impossible not to crave. Especially when she smiles at you like she doesn’t know she’s the center of your world.”

He leaned closer.

“But if you’re gonna crave her like that? You'd better be ready to make her feel seen. Because we already touched her the way you think about.”

And then, a whisper, just for Han:

“And she loves to be touched.”

The day ended later than planned.

The boys had already shuffled into the van, laughing and exhausted—except Han.

He lingered behind, pretending to double-check his bag, but really?

He was waiting.

And you… stayed too.

You leaned against the back hallway wall of the venue, arms crossed, tablet tucked against your chest like a shield.

You didn’t speak right away.

But when you did, it was sharp.

“You keep staring at me like I’m some kind of dream.”

Han blinked, caught.

“I—no, I wasn’t—”

You pushed off the wall and stepped closer. “You think I don’t feel it? Every look? Every time you hold your breath when I pass?”

Han opened his mouth, before deciding to close it again.

You tilted your head. “What exactly are you waiting for, Han? Me to hand myself over just because you’re soft with your words and nervous with your hands?”

“I’m not—” he started, but your gaze pinned him still.

“Because I’m not a prize,” you said lowly. “I’m not something to prove you’re worthy. And I don’t belong to you. Not even close.”

Han’s voice broke on the next word. “I know.”

You paused.

That honesty? That ache in his voice?

It disarmed you.

“I know I haven’t earned anything,” he said, stepping forward slowly, “but you’re wrong about one thing.”

“Oh?”

He met your eyes, serious now. No stammer. No boyish charm.

Just truth.

“You’re not the only one watching. I see you too. Every little sigh. Every time you fold your arms when you feel overwhelmed. Every time you pretend to be fine when you’re cracking in half.”

That… stunned you.

Stopped you cold.

Han stepped closer. Not touching, but nearly.

“I’m not asking for you,” he whispered. “Not yet. I’m just asking you to look at me the way I look at you. Just once.”

You swallowed.

And before your head could talk your heart out of it, you leaned in.

The kiss was slow.

Tentative.

A breath held too long and finally let go.

His lips brushed yours like a question, and you answered it with a sigh, fingers curling into his jacket just for balance.

You wanted it.

But the moment it deepened—his hand on your waist, your mouth opening to let him closer—

The door clicked open, and you broke apart like lightning.

Felix stood frozen in the doorway, wide-eyed, blinking.

Han backed up, already flushed.

You opened your mouth, but Felix held up a hand.

“Nope. Don’t even start,” he said, voice calm but sharp. “I’m not mad, or even surprised.”

You stared. “Then—”

“But he will be,” Felix added, tone dropping.

Your stomach dropped right along with it.

Felix stepped forward, eyes locked on yours. “You think you can kiss him in secret and Chan won’t feel it?”

You flinched. Just barely.

Felix’s voice went soft. Not cruel and not judging.

“Angel… Daddy doesn’t share lightly. And he definitely doesn’t like being the last to know.”

You didn’t mean to make it so obvious.

At least, not to anyone but Han.

The way you smiled across the room during rehearsals.

The way your eyes lingered a little longer after he nailed the verse in practice.

The way you bit your lip when he grinned at you, like maybe he was finally allowed to hope.

You thought it was subtle.

But Hyunjin saw everything.

He saw the way Han practically vibrated with hope after every look.

He saw the shift in your energy—how your gaze darted around now, calculating, like you were waiting to be caught.

Like you wanted it.

He didn’t say anything at first.

Didn’t interrupt.

Just watched.

Watched and boiled.

It wasn’t until later, after rehearsal, when the others had gone ahead to change, that he cornered you.

You were still checking over the schedule, clipboard in hand, alone in the hallway.

Until Hyunjin appeared.

He didn’t say a word at first.

Just stepped in front of you and closed the distance—fast.

You looked up, startled. “Hyun—”

“Don’t do that,” he said, voice low.

You blinked. “Do what?”

“That look,” he snapped, jaw tight. “You know what I’m talking about.”

You paused, heart racing. “Hyunjin, I—”

“I see you,” he said, stepping closer, his voice like a wire pulled too tight. “I see the way you look at him. Like he’s something delicate. Like you want to learn him.”

Your back hit the wall.

He didn’t touch you, didn’t need to.

“And the worst part?” he said, eyes burning into yours. “That’s our look. That’s how you look at me.”

You swallowed hard.

“You think I don’t notice the way your lips part when I get too close?” he whispered, head tilting. “The way you lean into my hand when I touch your neck, even when you act like it’s nothing?”

His breath grazed your cheek. Your knees threatened to buckle.

“I was patient,” he hissed. “I let him breathe, I let him try. But I swear to god, Angel…”

His hand finally lifted, ghosting the curve of your jaw, soft as silk, possessive as a snare.

“If you give him what you’ve already given me, without making him earn it? I will lose my fucking mind.”

You didn’t respond.

Couldn’t.

Your breath stuttered in your throat.

Because he was right.

Because part of you wanted Han.

But another part of you… The part Hyunjin had wrapped around his finger?

That part ached for him.

He leaned in, lips barely brushing your ear now.

“You want to be curious, fine. But don’t you ever forget who you started this with.”

And then he stepped back.

Just far enough to look at you properly. To make sure the words landed.

He didn’t wait for you to speak.

He just walked away, leaving you breathless, trembling, and one second away from falling to your knees.

It was late.

The others had left hours ago.

You stayed behind, trying to keep yourself occupied—organizing schedules, replying to sponsor emails, typing out setlists that didn’t need to be checked again.

So you didn’t hear him walk in.

But you felt him.

That shift in the air.

That calm weight, low and heavy like a storm cloud at sea.

You turned—slowly—and there he was.

Bang Chan.

Still in his stage clothes.

Sweat dried at his collar.

Jaw tight.

Eyes unreadable.

And Hyunjin, leaning against the wall in the far corner, silent.

He didn’t move, didn’t need to.

Because this wasn’t his moment.

This was Chan’s.

“Princess,” Chan said quietly.

Your breath caught. “Chan, I didn’t know you were still—”

“I was,” he interrupted gently. “I’ve been here. Watching.”

Your mouth went dry.

He stepped forward, slow and steady.

“Been watching the way Han looks at you. The way you look at him.”

You tried to speak, but he raised a hand.

“I’m not mad,” he said, and somehow, that was worse.

His voice dropped lower. “I’m just wondering when you were planning to tell me.”

You swallowed hard. “It wasn’t—it’s not what you think—”

“Did you kiss him?”

His voice was a whisper.

But it stopped the whole room.

Your lips parted, but the words didn’t come.

Chan tilted his head. “That’s a yes.”

You flinched.

And from the corner, Hyunjin shifted, arms crossed, face unreadable—but his eyes?

On you.

Chan stepped closer.

“You let him touch what’s mine,” he said, voice still calm. Still soft. “You let him taste what the rest of us have bled for.”

“Chan, I—”

He stopped right in front of you. Not touching. Just towering.

“You think because he’s sweet with his words, he won’t break something?” His eyes burned into yours. “Because I’ve seen boys like him. I used to be him. And if he doesn’t know what he’s holding, he’ll drop it the second it gets heavy.”

Tears threatened to sting—but you blinked them back.

“I’m not some toy you all pass around,” you whispered.

He smiled—not cruelly. Just tired, deep, knowing.

“No, angel, you’re not. But you are ours. And I’m not letting you forget that just because you got curious.”

Silence stretched.

You tried to catch your breath.

And then—quietly—he stepped even closer, one hand lifting to tilt your chin up.

“You want him?” he asked. “Say it.”

You didn’t answer.

“You want me to let him in?” His thumb brushed your lower lip. “Then tell me why I should.”

From the corner, Hyunjin finally spoke.

“She won’t say it,” he said softly. “Because she hasn’t decided.”

Chan didn’t even look at him. His eyes never left yours.

“I suggest you decide soon, angel,” he murmured. “Because I don’t like sharing what’s already mine.”

And then—he leaned in. Not for a kiss.

But to whisper right against your skin:

“Next time he puts his mouth on you…he better pray I don’t walk in.”

Your breath still hadn’t steadied.

Not since Chan walked out.

His words still rang in your head.

It echoed down to your spine. Made your palms sweat and your chest tighten.

You didn’t even know how long you stood there, back pressed to the cool studio wall, until soft arms wrapped around you.

Until familiar perfume—vanilla and something stormy—curled into your senses.

“Hey, hey, Angel…” Hyunjin’s voice, warm and careful, brushing your ear as he pulled you into his chest.

You sank.

Arms around his neck, body curling into his. He held you like glass, forehead resting on yours, whispering, “He didn’t mean to scare you.”

You mumbled, voice hoarse, “Didn’t mean to own me either.”

Hyunjin just exhaled and kissed your temple. “You’re not a thing, baby. You’re the whole world. That’s why it hurts him.”

Then:

A door creaked.

A sharp inhale.

Han stood at the threshold—eyes wide—taking in everything.

You. In Hyunjin’s arms.

Your hand clinging to his shirt.

Hyunjin not even flinching—just watching him, calm, unreadable.

Felix appeared seconds later, behind Han. His steps slowed. He leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, lips pressed together like he was already bracing for what was about to happen.

Han’s eyes didn’t leave you.

Not for a second.

“Tell me to stop,” Han said.

You blinked. “What?”

“Tell me to walk away. To back off. To stop trying to earn a place in a world that already has three kings.” His voice cracked. “I will, if you say it.”

You didn’t say a word.

And that was all he needed.

In three strides, he was in front of you.

Hands at your waist.

Eyes burning.

Lips parted.

“You don’t have to give me everything,” he whispered. “But I need you to know—I’m not backing down. Not from them, not from this.”

And before anyone could stop it, he kissed you.

Hard and deep, like he needed it to breathe.

Your hands shot to his chest, not to push, but to anchor.

He meant it.

All of it.

All that yearning, that patience, that quiet devotion—

Right there on your lips.

Felix’s breath hitched in the corner.

Hyunjin didn’t move.

But then—

a soft click.

A shifting shadow.

A voice like thunder whispered through the room:

“Enough.”

Han was yanked back by the hair.

Hard and sharp, a hand wrapped tight in his locks, neck craned, breath stolen.

Chan stood behind him. Calm.

Dead calm.

Too calm.

One arm gripped Han by the hair.

The other rested behind his back, knuckles white.

You froze.

“Hyunjin,” Chan said. “Take her.”

Hyunjin stepped in immediately, wrapping you in his arms, pulling you gently but firmly out of the scene. Felix followed, hand on your lower back, guiding you behind them.

But you watched.

You watched Chan lean into Han’s ear, voice so low it felt like a threat wrapped in silk:

“You think kissing her in front of us proves something?”

Han gasped, fingers digging into Chan’s wrist.

“She’s not a flag you plant in the ground, Sungie. She’s a fire. You don’t claim her—you earn her, every day.”

And then—

He let go.

Han dropped to his knees, chest heaving, hand still tangled in the air where Chan had been.

Chan turned to you slowly.

His voice was soft..

“You ready to let me remind you who you really belong to, angel?”

You stood your ground.

Still breathless. Still trembling from the kiss Han just left on your lips.

Chan’s grip had already left your skin, but the heat of it lingered.

You stared straight into his eyes, chin lifted.

“I’m not a prize,” you said low. “And I’m not a possession. You don’t get to put me in your pocket until you decide I’m convenient again.”

Felix inhaled sharply behind you.

Hyunjin went still.

Chan?

He smiled.

Slow.

Dark.

Knowing.

“You done?” he asked softly.

You didn’t answer.

And that was enough.

He stepped toward you, slow, unhurried. A hand on your jaw, another at your lower back.

His touch was guiding, reclaiming.

“You think this is about control?” he murmured. “It’s not.”

His voice dropped, breath brushing your mouth.

“It’s about care. About keeping you whole when you don’t even realize you’re falling apart.”

Hyunjin moved in from the side, slow like smoke.

He brushed your hair behind your ear, lips grazing your cheek.

“You forgot whose you are,” he whispered. “So now we’re gonna remind you.”

Your knees wobbled.

Felix’s voice was a whisper behind you, hands already on your waist.

“Baby… just let go.”

Chan leaned down, his voice the only anchor you had left.

“Say it. Say you need us to put you back in place.”

You trembled. “I—”

“Say it, Princess.”

“I need—” your voice broke, eyes fluttering shut, “—I need you.”

Hyunjin tilted your chin toward him.

“Which of us?”

You gasped. “All of you.”

Felix kissed your shoulder. “That’s our girl.”

And then—

They moved.

Chan stepped behind you, arms strong and warm as they wrapped around your middle.

Hyunjin pressed into your front, hands pinning your hips, his mouth brushing the corner of your lips.

“You let him touch you like you forgot we were the ones who taught you how to breathe,” he said.

“I didn’t forget.”

Felix slipped in beside you, soft and steady. “Then let us remind you slowly, baby. Let us reclaim you.”

Hyunjin smiled darkly. Let us make you forget anyone else’s name but ours.”

To be continued. -E