#jeongin fic

[soobnny]

my girl — jeongin x f!reader ; the boys find out their youngest has a gf

(1.3k words)

It’s a once in a while thing for the boys to be able to eat out together.

Challenges usually pose through schedule conflicts, one or the other being absent, and timing. They can never truly catch a break. So, when the first sign of a temporary alignment showed, they took the opportunity in a flash.

It was going to be their first dinner together in months, one of their off days.

Usually, the next challenge of indecisiveness would present itself. However, their youngest is quick to suggest a place.

Apparently, they had really good jjajangmyun.

(The boys didn’t know then, but it was because the faster they could decide where to eat, the faster he could go visit you.)

(They also didn’t know then that jjajangmyun was your favorite.)

A chorus of laughter echoes through the little corner store as they’re served their third plate of food. Jeongin didn’t lie about their food, and it was a safe enough space for them to celebrate the end of their latest comeback season.

“Seungmin, you’re getting really brave with your jokes about PD-nim.”

“I ran that contract renewal like the military.”

They spend the night joking, revisiting their past, and being hopeful for the future. A few grateful messages are exchanged after liquid courage is brought to their table. And while a simple night, the boys knew they’d remember this day for the rest of their lives.

There’s quiet pop music playing in the back—the kind you’d hear in the early 2000s. And Han Jisung orders another plate of jjajangmyun.

“Ayen, the food here is crazy good. How’d you find this place?”

Jeongin snaps out of his mental chant at the call of his name, fox-eyes trained on the older boy before the question reverberates in his mind. “My girlfriend recommended it.”

A pin drops.

Their youngest has a habit of lying, taken after his roommate, Seungmin. He usually does it with sneaky smiles and a few giggles. However, both signs indicative of lying are absent, and the boy has the audacity to refill his plate and keep eating as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on his members.

“Girlfriend?” Hyunjin is the first to speak, asking the boy to reiterate what he had just said, even though he heard. Loud and clear, in fact.

“Uhuh.” Jeongin replies through a mouthful of food. “What?”

He looks curiously around the table. His friends’ eyes are glazed, and he’d expected the conversation to be over three minutes ago, but it doesn’t.

Jeongin is in the middle of another bite when all hell breaks loose.

“Girlfriend?!” It’s said even louder now, more amplified, and Hwang Hyunjin stands from where he was previously seated in pure disbelief. All the while, their eldest is having an existential crisis. “Innie, what do you mean?”

He perks his head up, pursing his lips slightly and tilting his head. “What’s the big deal?”

“You have a girlfriend and you didn’t tell us?” It’s Han’s turn to be perplexed, and it’s humorous the way his features mimic the dramatic shock on Hyunjin’s.

Seungmin simply keeps eating.

“Yah, Kim Seungmin. Why aren’t you as surprised as us?”

“I already knew.”

“Seungmin knew, but not us?!”

“Not my fault he trusts me with dating advice.”

That boy definitely knows how to add fuel to fire. Chaos erupts as the younger half harass Seungmin for knowing before them.

“How long have you been dating?,” Minho asks.

“Just around 3 months now.”

If Chan was out of it then, you wouldn’t know how to describe his state now. Felix sits next to him to comfort the poor boy.

“My baby has been dating for 3 months, and I didn’t know anything.”

“Sorry.” Jeongin responds bashfully, scratching the back of his head. He knew his hyungs would act this way, which had led to his decision of keeping it hidden for a while. He thinks he should’ve just told them right away.

Though, he thought they’d known by now. He wasn’t exactly the most secretive about it, and he was sure he’d mentioned you before.

And although shocking to suddenly hear that their youngest (and their baby) had a girlfriend, they will not have his head for it. They know he’s responsible enough to know what not to do, and it was a little touching to know the boy had enough time to fit romance in his life.

“Show us what she looks like!”

The boys get a selfie of you that’s set as his lockscreen, and it’s enough proof to have the boys cooing at how adorable you two would be together.

“Motherfucker, she’s really pretty.” Changbin comments.

“I know.”

Meanwhile, Han and Hyunjin are making up fake scenarios in the corner, scrolling through photos and videos. Then a message.

While their youngest is distracted, Han quickly taps on the notification.

(8:23pm) innie: I miss u

(8:30pm) ynie: miss u too!!!!

(8:31pm) innie: Wish you were here right now

(8:32pm) ynie: aren’t u celebrating with ur friends rnnn

(8:32pm) ynie: stop texting me and enjoy !!!

(8:33pm) innie: But i miss u

(8:33pm) innie: Call me later?

(8:36pm) ynie: after you spend time with ur friends let’s call

(8:37pm) innie: Wanna call now. Just for a second

(8:37pm) innie: Haven’t heard your voice in a while

(8:37pm) ynie: ok fine >:( give me like 10-15 mins

(8:51pm) ynie: i’ll call now

“Oh my god, she’s calling.”

That’s definitely enough to get Jeongin’s attention.

“Give me my phone back.” He reaches out to them, but Hyunjin is fast enough to swipe it.

“Answer it!” Changbin instigates.

Jeongin’s eyes widen in horror when he hears your voice go through his phone. “Innie? Oh—hello.”

You sound so shy, and Chan feels like he’s about to cry. “She calls him Innie.”

The youngest finally snatches his phone back when all Hyunjin could do was stare at you through the screen of his phone. You were real. Yang Jeongin actually has a girlfriend.

“Hi.” He mumbles, moving away from their table to talk to you privately. Though, before he does, he makes sure he leaves a threat to the boys not to follow him. “‘M sorry, did they scare you, baby?”

“It’s okay, I was just surprised.”

Jeongin visibly melts at the sound of your voice. “The boys know about us now.”

“I figured.” You laugh, and the service at the restaurant doesn’t do the warmth of your laughter any justice. He can’t wait to see you later.

“Can I see you later?”

“Mkay, but just… enjoy your time with the boys, okay? You told me it’s been a while since all of you were able to relax over a meal like this.”

“Fine.” He sighs, before a smile creeps on his face. “They liked your suggestion.”

“That’s good. Now go!” There’s a pout on his lips when you shoo him away. “Go have fun, go! I’m hanging up now. Love you!”

“Love you too.”

The wide, bright smile remains on his face even when he goes back to their table.

“Who has our Ayen smiling like that?”

“My girl.”

“Innie’s getting soft.” Minho teases.

Seungmin, on the other hand, fake vomits at his response, and another chorus of laughter bursts from their seats. The night continues through conversations over Jeongin’s sudden revelation, and the promise to let the boys meet you properly next time. He agrees if they promise not to scare you away.

And while he’d kept you a secret for a while, he can’t help but feel a tinge of happiness in his heart that the most important people in his life know about you now, are even eager to meet you. There is no better contentment than all of the people he loves aligning with one another.

The entire night, Jeongin itches in anticipation to hold you in his arms and hear your voice in person after his schedules had torn apart his much needed quality time with you. And when he asks to leave, they don’t need to know where he’s going.

One look at his face, and the only evident answer is you.

[lixie-phoria]

BETTER THAN REVENGE !

Yang Jeongin, star player of JYP-U's soccer team needs a tutor to help revive his derailing grades. Y/N L/N, honor roll student at JYP-U needs a way to get back at her ex for cheating on her. What happens when 2 strangers with seemingly unrelated needs cross paths?

[ - ] pairings - soccer player!yang jeongin x fem!reader (+ a little bit of hyunjin x reader)

[ - ] genre - strangers to lovers, university au, social media au, fake dating

[ - ] taglist - open. send an ask or reply to this post to be added !

[ - ] warnings - swearing, kys jokes, angst, (maybe) smut (more will be added as the series progresses)

[ - ] started - 01/12/2023 | ended - ?

[ y/n et all ] | [ the boys ] | [ the antagonists ]

[ 1.0 ] kicked out

[ 2.0 ] the proposal

[ 3.0 ] oh...

[ 4.0 ] do revenge

[ 5.0 ] the spanish love deception life

[ 6.0 ] jackson wang

[ 7.0 ] oops

[ 8.0 ] pneumonia ?!

[ 9.0 ] liar

[ 10.0 ] americano fiasco

[ 11.0 ] karma

[ 12.0 ] mint ice cream

[ 13.0 ] Vincent Han Gogh

[ 14.0 ] sweater weather

[ 15.0 ] last chance

[ 16.0 ] hallucination

[ 17.0 ] just friends

[ 18.0 ] epiphany

[ 19.0 ] "family emergency"

[ 20.0 ] we were never friends

[ 21.0 ] angry birds

. . . more coming soon !

[ 22.0 ] reap what you sowed

[ 23.0 ] crossy road

©lixie-phoria, 2023

[hyunsvngs]

priest jeongin in the context of me loving fleabag

wc: 1.1k

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, blasphemy kink, priest!jeongin (roleplay), dirty talk, dom jeongin (he's mean), sub reader, fingering, orgasm denial, a lottt of spit, wet 'n messy

“Kneel.”

It reverberates throughout your brain like a pinball on one of those old games. It’s strict, firm, but it still has your heart pumping so quickly as if it’s confused you. You knew he’d say this. You spoke about it beforehand, but god - nothing could have prepared you for the image of Jeongin like this. 

His clerical collar is tight around his neck, the long strands of his brown hair tickling the top of it. He hasn’t got his hands shoved in his pockets or anything that could indicate the process of his falling apart, no - Jeongin stands there, hands by his sides, those big black boots spread just enough to have you staring at his crotch.

You drop to your knees. You make a thud on the wooden floor and Jeongin doesn’t even snicker. His eyes narrow in on you, and you lick your lips with anticipation. What is he going to do? You’re not sure, but then he’s leaning down too, fingers on your chin, and his lips press against yours with little warning.

He kisses filthy. You remember the first time you’d kissed him, and he’d been all tongue and teeth even then. He’s not any better now, tongue swiping over yours and his mouth sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. You want to squirm, to run your hands through his hair and pull your priest in for more, more, more, but you need to be good. If you’re not good, he won’t give you anything you want - it’s a simple exchange like that - and so your palms stay flat on your thighs. 

When your lips finally part, a string of thick, viscous spit links the two of you together, and Jeongin groans. He can’t help himself, tongue teasing at the seam of your lips to collect your mixed saliva, and then he’s spitting it back onto your face. A large hand comes upwards, and the one already positioned on your jaw becomes firmer, keeping you in place as he rubs the spit into your cheek.

“Filthy,” He murmurs, eyes fixated on where your skin is slick. Jeongin’s worse, though, and he licks your face clean, groaning again at the taste. “I bet you’re fucking soaking wet, dirty bitch.”

You are. Your panties are grey and if he only spread your legs he’d see - you’re clad in only them, and the wet spot is so large by now that you’re scared it’s going to start dripping on the wooden floor. He coos at you when you nod, chest heaving, and he stands upright again, hands clasped in front of his stomach. 

“What is it that you want?”

“I- I-” You babble, voice hoarse. He grins this time, dimples a perfect contrast to the image of authority in front of you. 

“It’s meant to be a confession, right?” He says, still smiling. You moan. The whole thing is so dirty, so debauched that you arch your back, thrusting your nipples out into the cool air. He doesn’t move his eyes off of yours, wholly unaffected. “Tell me what you want.”

Your eyes flicker down to his fingers, still clasped together. His gaze follows you, and he doesn’t say anything. You lick your lips. “Please, father.”

Jeongin hums, nods. “Get on the bed for me. On your front.” 

You move so quickly that it would’ve been embarrassing in any other situation. You’re on your front on the bed within seconds, and you spread your legs so he can see exactly what the situation is doing to you. You hear his stuttered breath, and then footsteps. He shoves his face into your drenched underwear and inhales, and you’re squealing, canting your hips back.

“Jeongin! Jeonginnie, that’s-”

He inhales again, pulling back. “It’s what? It’s dirty, baby?” He muses, running a fingertip up the seam of your folds through your panties. You’re so wet that your underwear must be translucent by now, and you gasp when the pad of his finger just barely breaches your hole, through the fabric. “I’ll tell you what’s dirty. Presenting this ass for your fucking priest is dirty.”

“Oh my god,” You wail, head dropping to shove your face against your forearms. “I-I’m dirty, father, I can’t help myself.”

“I can see that.”

His thumbs hook into your panties, and you hear them fall to the floor with an embarrassingly wet noise. The cold air hits your folds, a sensation so jarring that it feels like there’s something biting at the sensitive area between your legs, and you try - and fail - to avoid squirming. 

“How long has it been since your last confession?” Jeongin says, voice steady, and you blink. Before you can answer, two digits are sinking into your hole deep, and he curls them upwards to hit your g-spot. The feeling makes you whine, and your gummy walls clench on his fingers, gushing more and more slick down to his knuckles without him even properly moving them. “Tell me. How long has it been?”

“I don’t- I don’t know-”

“You wanted to do this properly, didn’t you?” He scoffs out a laugh, digits finally starting to piston inside of you. You keen, trying to grind your hips to get your clit some form of attention with how it’s aching and untouched.

“Yeah! I did, but- I can’t- Iyennie-”

“Father.”

“Father! Father, it’s been-” You really can’t think. You’re not sure what he means, but something within you tells you he’s referring to the last time you’d been such a whore, needy for his touch, and that had been literally yesterday. “It’s only been a day, father, please, please, more-”

“That’s right, a day,” He coos fondly, and his thumb finally, finally, moves down to rub against your clit. It’s messy, imprecise, but you wail and thrash as if it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt. It truly feels like it is. “I make you cum every single day, and you’re still a dirty little whore. You know what happens to bad girls, honey.”

“Hnng, no, I don’t know, I don’t know!”

“You don’t know many things, do you?” He sounds irritated now, his words coming out in clipped, short sentences. His thumb presses harder on your clit and his fingers somehow push deeper, all of their length pressing inside of you as the most delicious thing you’ve ever felt. “Bad girls take what they’re given.”

You have to. You can’t find it in you to respond, and when you get so close, so close that you can feel it beginning to rattle your teeth, his hand pulls away. You want to throw a tantrum, to stomp your feet and beg him for something, anything, but your orgasm is ruined before you can find it in you to speak. He's snickering behind you, and you moan in dismay.

“That’s one,” He murmurs, and you hear the wet sounds of him sucking his fingers clean. He spits on your asshole and you feel it dribble down to your pussy, adding to the mess between your folds, a wet patch forming beneath you on the sheets. You're out of breath, toes curling and relaxing, tears biting at your eyes. “I think two more edges and you can cum.”

[onlyforyoukook]

Hallucination

paring: jeongin x fem¡reader

synopsis: you saw your boyfriends hallucination stage performance, and couldn’t hold back.

a/n: i have a obsession with this song..🙂‍↕️

genre: one shot, idol au, smut.

wc: 2.2k

WARNINGS — MDNI, oral, hair grabbing, switched roles.. (dom¡reader—sub¡jeongin), (sub¡reader—dom¡jeongin)

The performance plays over and over in your head. Jeongin, up there under the lights, his voice low and hypnotic, his movements sharp and commanding. It’s like he was a different person on stage—a side of him he only shows the world, not you.

But that’s the secret, isn’t it? The world knows him as Jeongin, the idol, the performer. They don’t know him the way you do—the quiet, thoughtful boy who hums while folding laundry, who smiles softly when he thinks no one’s watching.

You sit on the couch, pretending to watch TV, but your thoughts are a storm. You’d gone to the performance in secret, hidden among the crowd, and you’d seen the way his fans screamed for him. You’d felt their love, their awe. And yet, your chest burned because none of them knew the way his hand feels when it’s in yours.

The door clicks open, and you jolt, your heart racing. Jeongin steps inside, his hair still damp from a quick shower at the venue, his bag slung over one shoulder. He freezes when he sees you, his lips tugging into a small smile.

“You’re still awake?” he asks, his voice soft, a little shy.

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you cross the room in a few quick steps and throw your arms around him. He stumbles back slightly, his bag dropping to the floor with a thud.

“Whoa, what’s this?” he chuckles, but his arms wrap around you just as tightly.

“You were amazing,” you mumble against his chest.

He sighs, a quiet laugh escaping him. “You weren’t supposed to be there, you know.”

“I couldn’t stay away.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “You’re not mad, are you? About the way I have to act on stage? I know it’s hard—”

You cut him off with a kiss, your hands cupping his face. He’s caught off guard but quickly melts into it, his arms tightening around your waist. When you finally pull back, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are soft, full of something unspoken.

“I’m not mad,” you whisper. “I just missed you. Watching you up there—it’s like you’re someone else. I don’t get to touch that part of you. But now… now you’re here.”

His thumb brushes your cheek, and he smiles, the kind of smile that’s just for you. “You have all of me, you know that, right? No stage, no lights, no cameras. Just me and you.”

You nod, pulling him closer again, burying your face in his shoulder. He holds you there, swaying gently like there’s music only he can hear.

“Let me make it up to you,” he murmurs after a moment. “For making you keep this a secret, for all the times I’m not here.”

You look up at him, “you want to make it up to me?” He moves closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies. He gently cups your face in his hands, his touch tender and filled with a quiet intensity.

“I'm all yours,” he whispers, his voice filled with a promise. “You can do whatever you want with me, baby.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, a thrill of excitement coursing through your body. You look at him, your eyes locking onto his as a smirk slowly forms on your lips.

“Oh really?” you tease, your tone playful yet laced with desire. “Anything I want?”

Jeongin nods, his eyes never leaving yours. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “Anything you want, baby. You can take control tonight, I'm all yours to command.”

Your smirk widens as his words send a shiver down your spine, your mind racing with all the possibilities. You let your hands roam over his body, your touch desperate and hungry as you explore his lean muscles and smooth skin.

“Such a good boy,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his ear.

Jeongin shivers at your touch, his body responding eagerly to your dominance. He lets out a soft moan, his head tilting back slightly as he submits to your will. He's completely at your mercy now, willing to do whatever you ask of him, ready to give you all the pleasure and affection you desire.

You slowly drop to your knees, your hands tracing a path down Jeongin's body as you move lower. You pause to tease him with a gentle nip on his inner thigh, before finally settling between his legs. You run your tongue along his sensitive skin, your breath hot against him as you tease and lick him in all the right spots.

Jeongin's breath hitches as your tongue moves over his skin, his body arching into your touch as he struggles to control his reactions. He lets out a needy whine, his hands reaching down to grip your hair, silently begging for more. His eyes are dark with desire, his pupils blown wide as he watches you tease him.

Without warning, you take Jeongin's cock into your mouth, engulfing him in the warm wetness of your mouth. You start to suck him slowly, teasingly, taking your time to savor the taste and feel of him on your tongue. Jeongin gasps loudly, his body trembling as he's finally given the pleasure he's been waiting for. His grip on your hair tightens, his hips bucking instinctively against your mouth.

Jeongin's moans fill the air, each one more desperate and needy than the last. His body is completely on fire with pleasure, his mind filled with nothing but the sensation of your mouth around him. The sounds he's making are so sexy, driving you crazy with desire as you continue to pleasure him. You can feel yourself growing more and more aroused, your own body responding to his every sound and movement.

As you continued to work your magic on Jeongin, you pull back for a moment to speak, your voice husky with lust.

“You're so beautiful like this,l you say, your words dripping with desire. Jeongin whines again, his body arching and writhing as you stop momentarily to speak.

“Please... don't stop,” he begs, his voice filled with need. “I need you, please... I need more...”

You look up at him, a sly smile playing on your lips as you respond.

“Patience, my love,” your tone teasing. “I’m not going to let you cum just yet. You need to learn to wait for me.”

Jeongin's eyes widen at your words, a mixture of desperation and submission in his gaze. He nods slightly, his breath coming out in short, needy gasps as he struggles to obey your command.

“I'll be patient,” he promises, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just... please don't stop touching me. I can't take it.”

Your smile widens at his obedience, and you lean in to give his cock a quick, teasing lick before responding.

“Good boy,” you praise him, your hand coming up to lightly caress his thigh. “You're being so good for me, waiting like this. I'll make sure to reward you later, but for now, just enjoy the pleasure.”

You resume sucking Jeongin's cock, picking up the pace as you feel him begin to tremble beneath you. He's getting closer and closer to his climax, his body straining with the effort of holding back. You look up at him, your eyes locked on his as you speak, your words a commanding whisper.

“Cum for me, baby. Let go and cum in my mouth.”

Jeongin grabs you after his high, flipping you over onto the bed. As you lay on your back, your body arched in anticipation, Jeongin's hands grip your hips tightly. He leans over you, his gaze intense and full of lust as he positions himself between your legs. He looks down at you with a possessive hunger, a smirk playing on his lips as he slides his cock slowly into your wet warmth.

You gasp loudly as Jeongin enters you, your back arching off the bed as you feel the fullness of him inside you. You bite your lip, trying to hold back a needy moan as he fills you completely.

“Jeongin...” you breathe out, your voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desire.

Jeongin grins at your reaction, clearly pleased with the way you respond to him. He starts to move, his hips rolling in slow, deep thrusts as he works to make you feel every inch of him.

“You're so tight and warm around me,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry. “You feel so good, baby.”

You let out a needy moan as he continues to move, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you driving you crazy with pleasure.

“God, yes...” you manage to gasp out, your voice trembling with desire. “More, please... don't stop, I need you so badly.”

Jeongin leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he begins to pick up the pace. He starts to fuck into you with powerful, deep strokes, each one hitting just the right spot to make you see stars.

“You like that, don't you?” he murmurs, his voice rough with lust. “You love it when I fuck you like this, when I take complete control.”

Jeongin's pace becomes even more relentless, his body pressing against yours as he continues to fuck you deeply and desperately. His kisses are fierce and hungry, his lips moving against yours in a needy rhythm as he claims you completely. He breaks the kiss momentarily, gasping for breath as he continues to thrust into you.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he whispers huskily. “So tight and perfect, just for me...”

Your moans become more frantic, your nails digging into his back as you cling to him desperately. Your mind is hazy with pleasure, each thrust of his hips sending shockwaves of ecstasy through your body.

“All for you,” you manage to gasp out between moans. “I'm all yours, Jeongin...”

Your words seem to have a powerful effect on Jeongin. As you utter that you're all his, he lets out a deep, guttural moan and his hips begin to move even faster and harder than before. His eyes darken with desire as he looks down at you, his gaze intense and possessive. He leans in close again, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers roughly.

“Damn right you're mine,” he growls, his thrusts growing more and more forceful with each word.

You're completely lost in the feeling of him, every nerve ending in your body on fire as he continues to pound into you with an almost animalistic intensity. Your mind is a haze of pleasure and lust, your thoughts reduced to incoherent moans and gasps. You can feel your body tightening around him, your climax approaching rapidly. Jeongin's grip on your hips tightens, holding you firmly in place as he drives into you with abandon.

Your body is tensing up beneath him, your breath coming in quick, ragged gasps as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your peak. The tension inside you is reaching a breaking point, your body craving the release that's just within reach. You look up at Jeongin, your eyes filled with a desperate need, as you struggle to find the words to tell him just how close you are.

“I'm so close, Jeongin,” you manage to moan out. “Please, don't stop... I'm gonna cum soon.”

Jeongin's gaze darkens, his eyes locking onto yours as he hears your plea. He smirks down at you, his hips still pounding into you at a relentless pace.

“Cum for me then, love,” he growls, his voice rough and demanding. “Let go and cum for me, I want to feel you clenching around me.”

“baby.. jeongin..” you manage to breath out and with those words, you feel yourself reaching the peak of your pleasure. Your body shudders beneath him, every muscle tensing up as your orgasm washes over you in waves of pure ecstasy. You cry out his name as you cum, your body clenching tightly around his cock, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

As your body trembles in the aftermath of your climax, Jeongin's thrusts become more erratic and desperate. He can feel your walls clenching around him, driving him to the edge of his own orgasm. With a final, rough moan, he buries himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he cums hard, spilling himself deep within you.

After a few moments of catching his breath, Jeongin slowly pulls out of you, collapsing onto the bed beside you. He pulls you into his arms, holding you close and nuzzling against your neck.

“That was incredible, maybe I should dance to hallucination everyday” he murmurs, his voice still husky from your intense session. He places gentle kisses along your shoulder and collarbone, his arms wrapped tightly around you in a comforting embrace. His hands begin to softly caress your body, a soothing contrast to the roughness of their earlier activities.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers, his touch tender and loving.

You snuggle closer to Jeongin, feeling completely spent but utterly content. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent as you bask in the warmth of his embrace.

“That was... amazing,” you murmur against his skin, your voice slightly hoarse from all the moaning.

MASTERLIST

[godslino]

IN CONTROL | jeongin established relationship. college au. smut. minors dni.

pairing: jeongin x fem!reader word count: 4.7k warnings: explicit content, swearing, soft!dom jeongin, unprotected sex, sex toys (vibrator), public humiliation (kinda), fingering, piv, spanking, creampie summary: jeongin buys a new toy and decides to test it out in the library

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“This is the best idea I’ve ever had.” Jeongin mumbles, his eyes dark, trained on your every move.

Jeongin is a menace, insatiable, constantly finding different ways to turn your sex lives up a notch or two when he has the time. And tonight, he’s trying something new.

Well, you both are.

The library is unusually busy for a Friday night, you realize, as you squeeze your thighs together and pull your bottom lip tight between your teeth. Jeongin’s still watching, probably has spit pooling in his mouth at the sight of you squirming in your chair. He does little to hide the slight upturn of his mouth, and it only serves to turn you on more.

There wasn’t much that could have prepared you for what he had waiting the minute you strolled into his apartment earlier, his eyes sparkling when you planted an innocent, unknowing kiss on his cheek.

“What’s that look for?” You had asked, raising an eyebrow when his smile only grew.

“We’re still going to the library tonight, right?” He asked, hand on your waist as he caged you in against the counter of his kitchenette. His fingers flexed atop the fabric of your jeans, already excited, itching to touch.

“That’s the plan. Unless you don’t want to, but I really need to study for my philosophy debate next week and—wait. What is that?”

“Surprise.” He said, pulling a small box out from behind his back. You let your eyes dart between him and the gift, something like anticipation swimming around in your gut. It wasn’t a holiday, or an anniversary, and Jeongin really only ever got that look in his eye when he—

You pulled the lid off, eyes going wide at the site of a pair of lace underwear sitting in a bed of tissue paper. Beside it, a small remote.

“Is this…”

“Mmhm,” Jeongin hummed, placing the box on the counter so he could pull you in by your hips for a kiss.

Painfully slow, his tongue worked your mouth open with force, cock already pathetically hard beneath his sweatpants at the mere thought of having you at his full disposal.

“You put these on before we leave, and if you show me that you can handle it,” he paused, dropping his voice an octave lower, the resulting growl enough to send a shiver down your spine, “I’ll bring you back to my place and reward you.”

That’s how you found yourself here, seated at a table towards the back of the library, the soft lull of a vibrator against your core as Jeongin controls it with a remote hidden in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

“You seem to be—mmnf—enjoying this.”

Jeongin smirks, wets his lips. Even with the way his hair falls into his eyes, it’s hard to miss the hunger in them.

“You have no idea.”

Despite his outward facing, saccharine sweet demeanor, Jeongin harbors an almost animalistic desire beneath toothy grins and shy rubs to the back of his neck.

When you first met, you found him cute and quiet, too reserved to even spare a glance in your direction for the most part. Not that you were any better, but to say you were shocked the moment you and Jeongin finally fell into bed together is an understatement.

Of course, it took a few times for him to let loose, to feel comfortable enough to let go and have you take him fully, but once he did he couldn’t stop.

Jeongin is all rough hands and filthy words, guttural moans and spit stained sheets from when he gets too drunk on the taste of you that he can’t be bothered to clean it up. The worst part? You love it. You love the praises he whispers and the secret touches he gives when no one is looking, love the way his eyes will find you from across the room and undress you inside and out, your stomach twisting and turning from just a single upturn of his lip. Jeongin throws your world on its head, satisfies you in ways you never thought possible.

“Jeongin—ah.” His name comes out as a broken moan, the vibrator pressed tight between your legs. He must be cranking it higher, the sensation getting more and more intense, the squeezing of your thighs barely enough to contain it.

“What was that?” He asks innocently.

Jeongin leans back in his chair, far enough for you to see the way his hand twitches in the pocket of his sweatshirt, a stronger vibration following immediately after. “I didn’t quite catch what you were trying to say.”

Torture. That’s the best way to describe this. Jeongin’s been edging you for the past fifteen minutes, waiting until the last second, when you look like you’re about to come undone, only to lower the setting and leave you whining behind the screen of your laptop as you hide your face. It was more bearable when he had it set to a constant speed, but now, you’re barely managing to hold it together

You’ve waited too long, pretended to be taking notes for what feels like forever, when you finally decide to beg him for relief. “Jeongin, please, can we—”

“Hey lovebirds!”

The world, seemingly against you, decides that now is the best time to send a crescent-eyed Hyunjin waltzing up to your table. He’s got one hand wrapped around the strap of his bag, hair tied back into a ponytail, and he looks an awful lot like he has enough free time to make small talk. How cruel.

Unsurprisingly, Jeongin’s smile grows. The vibration increases between your legs. Fucking hell, he looks like a kid in a candy store, teeth on full display. “Hey Hyune! What are you doing here?”

“Oh Innie, I ask myself that every time Old Yeller over there tries to sweet talk me into taking her granddaughter on a date.” He jerks his head in the direction of the help desk where Mrs. Jung is already staring at him over the top of her glasses.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes before turning his attention to you, “Long time no see, y/n. Tell Yang to start bringing you along to hangouts so we can talk about him behind his back.” His eyes disappear into his smile, and you do your best to reciprocate.

“She would never.” Jeongin says, eyes narrowing in your direction at the exact moment the vibrator begins whirring with more intensity.

You take a deep breath, white-knuckling around your pen as you fight to suppress a moan, “Mmhm. Sure thing. Sounds fun. I’ll make sure to be there next time.” You pause after every few words, giving yourself just enough time to collect your bearings as Jeongin continues to wreak havoc against your throbbing core.

Hyunjin, bless his heart, doesn’t seem to notice. He smiles—beams even—before his eyes fall to the open philosophy book next to your laptop. “Oh, shit, you’re in that class too? Must be a different section than mine, but I haven’t even started reviewing anything. Seungmin’s going to beat my ass before the debate.” Jeongin’s thumb brings the vibrator up one notch. “Do you mind if I take a peek at your notes for a sec?”

Yes, you want to say. But you can’t, you know you can’t. And, more importantly, Jeongin knows you can’t.

“Yeah sure, I—hah—it’s uh, it’s all in here.” You say quickly, turning your laptop a bit so he can see the screen.

“Fucking bless. You’re a lifesaver.” Hyunjin says in relief, oblivious to your little slip up.

Jeongin saw it though, heard the way the moan almost fell from your lips. He’s been painfully hard the entire time, straining against his underwear, cock swollen from how badly he’s turned on. Hyunjin showing up doesn’t do much to help, only adds to the thrill of it all. You look so pitiful trying to hold it together, trying to hide how good you feel. To hide the way Jeongin is controlling how good you feel.

You’re being good for him. So good. He could bend you over the table right now if he wanted, fuck you so the whole student body can see for all he cares.

You visibly relax when Jeongin brings the intensity down, your legs shaking as you slowly relieve some of the tension off of your aching thighs. The knot in your stomach is still there, sitting on the precipice of release as the dull hum of the vibrator continues. You’re so close it’s almost terrifying, unable to predict what you'll do when Jeongin finally gives you the satisfaction of letting go.

As if he can read your mind, Jeongin’s foot knocks against your shin under the table. You shift your gaze up to him, cock an eyebrow as if asking What? Done for now? to which he replies with a wink. Challenging. You lick your lips. Jeongin’s dick twitches in his pants.

“I don’t know why,” Hyunjin says, squinting at the screen, “But I have this feeling that Professor Kang is going to give our class the question about free will. Like, whether or not we have it. So if I was going to argue from the standpoint of compatibilism, that means I’m only speaking for instances where external constraints are absent, right?”

“Well, yes,” you begin, leaning in closer, “But you have to remember that compatibilism doesn’t mean that humans are free, though. Always make sure that—” Jeongin’s foot starts sliding up your leg, stopping right at the inside of your knee, “—that, uh, you don’t confuse your stance with one of the other three perspectives.”

Hyunjin furrows his eyebrows. “Yes, but, if there’s an absence of external constraint shouldn’t that mean they’re free in a way? The constraints are what’s stopping them, no?”

You blink hard, eyes fixed on the screen as you try to refocus your attention on what Hyunjin is saying. “Y-Yeah, but, sometimes you—” Jeongin’s foot slowly pushes your knees apart until your legs are spread wide beneath the table, enough so that your folds are no longer separating the flat side of the vibrator from your clit. He gives no warning, no time to process what’s happening until your entire body jolts forward from the force of the vibration against your now exposed clit.

“Woah, are you okay?” Hyunjin asks, eyes wide. You let out a few hesitant breaths as you straighten back out. Jeongin’s foot is firm against your left knee, forcing it open as he innocently fiddles with the corner of his notebook.

He’s playing a dangerous game, tiptoeing the line between teasing and just being downright cruel. Jeongin supposes that the ideal situation would not be for you to come undone right here at the table, Hyunjin’s eyes on you as he waits for a response, lips parted in confusion and concern.

“I’m fine I’m just—”

“Actually, we have to go.” Jeongin cuts in, glancing at his watch. “I forgot that we have a dinner reservation at seven. Must’ve slipped my mind. You can email him the notes, yeah babe?”

You blink at him in surprise, swallowing when his foot trails the length of your leg until it’s resting back on the ground. The vibrator turns off, and Jeongin lifts his eyebrows in a silent signal.

“Y-yeah! Of course,” you turn to Hyunjin, “Sorry, I don’t mean to cut it short. You can definitely text me if you have any more questions though.” Your voice is strained, throat tight with anticipation. Jeongin is looking at you like he could eat you alive, and it takes everything in you to not moan right then and there even without the sensation of the vibrator against you.

“Oh, yeah! Yeah totally. I don’t want to keep you guys any longer,” Hyunjin says happily, his eyes taking on that familiar shape, “Have fun you two! Also, Yang, I’m watching you. You’d better invite her out with us next time!” He calls out, pointing two fingers at his eyes before turning them in Jeongin’s direction as he walks backwards towards one of the study rooms. Jeongin gives him a lazy wave before focusing his attention back to you.

“All of a sudden?” you ask, not bothering to lead in with anything else.

Jeongin doesn’t say anything, just starts shoving his things into his bag. You watch him for a few moments, eyeing him carefully. Is he…mad? No, right? There’s nothing you could have possibly done to piss him off. If anything, you're the one who should be mad at him for making you look like a fool in front of Hyunjin.

When it’s clear that Jeongin isn’t in the mood to talk, you slowly start packing up your own things. Your legs feel like jelly once you stand, aching from the knot of arousal that’s still sitting low in the pit of your stomach. Jeongin lets his eyes trail your body before he pushes away from the table.

“Come on, let’s go.” He mumbles, eyes dark. You open your mouth to say something but he pays no mind, just grabs your hand and heads straight for the door.

//

The walk is silent. Jeongin only grunts in greeting at the person behind the front desk of his apartment building, hurriedly making his way to the elevators as you struggle to keep up, his grip on your wrist the only thing making sure you’re close behind. Jeongin doesn’t say anything during the ride up to his floor, either. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t react.

You’re at your limit when he punches his code into the keypad of his apartment, flinging the door open and ushering you inside. You’re about to confront him, about to turn and ask what you did wrong and apologize for whatever it might’ve been when he slams the door shut and yanks you by the wrist, pulling you with enough force to have your back against the wood in a matter of seconds.

One hand above your head, palm flat against the door, Jeongin uses his other to cradle your jaw and slam his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands fly to his hair immediately, tangling themselves in the softness of it, pulling slightly to elicit a groan out of him just the way you know he likes.

“Did so fucking good,” he mumbles against your lips as he drops both of his hands to press your hips further into the door. “Gonna reward you now, yeah? Gonna make you feel good. Give you what you want.”

You clench around nothing as his words shoot straight through you, nothing but heat spreading throughout your entire body as his mouth works hot against your neck. You squeeze your thighs together for something, anything to relieve your want for more.

“Jeong—fuck, please.” You whine when his hand slips into your pants, and you feel him smile against your neck.

“Look at you begging. Always so good for me, so needy.” His fingers grip the end of the vibrator as he slips it out of the pocket of the underwear and tosses it somewhere on the floor.

You gasp, your eyes flying open. “You’re going to break it.”

Jeongin chuckles, “I’ll buy another one.”

“You can’t just waste money on that.” You groan and pull his head back by his hair, “I bet it was expensive too, wasn’t it?”

“I’d spend any amount of money if it meant I’d be able to see you look that fucked out in public again, baby, trust me.” Jeongin smirks. “Now, can you ride my face or are we gonna continue to argue about my financial responsibility?”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, smirking when Jeongin’s eyes flicker to them. He takes it as the okay, drops to his knees, and smiles in satisfaction at the hiss that leaves your mouth once he pulls your jeans down to your ankles and the air hits the wet fabric of your panties.

“Fuck, look at you,” he sighs, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to each of your thighs. Your legs start shaking almost immediately. “Can’t believe you’re mine.” He mumbles as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and pulls them down your legs, helping you step out of it.

Jeongin cups his hands under your thighs, thumbs pressed to the inside of them, and then spares one last look up at you through thick lashes before he’s leaning in and licking a stripe up your folds. You nearly collapse then and there, but his hands hold you up, grip firm.

“Holy fuck,” you groan. Jeongin hums against you, licking and sucking at your clit like his life depends on it. He feels like it does. He can’t help but pull back and admire how red and swollen you are, sensitive as hell from all the edging, your wetness practically leaking all over his chin. He lets you fist at his hair as incoherent words tumble from your lips, lets you grind your hips into his face as he stiffens his tongue so you can fuck yourself on it, his nose brushing your clit every so often and sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

It’s good, so fucking good, Jeongin’s always known how to push your limits in a way that has you trembling and craving more.

“Right there,” you gasp, your thighs clenching as you shake in his hold, your peak reaching faster than you expected it to. “Fuck. Fuck.”

Jeongin flattens his tongue and begins lapping at you pathetically, bringing a hand up to start pumping two fingers in and out of you at just the right angle. You cum all over his fingers, hot white flashes clouding your vision as your hips stutter, his left arm keeping you firm against the door. He lets you ride it out, sucks lazily at your clit until you’re jerking with every touch of his mouth to your core, too sensitive for him to continue.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before standing up, hair completely ruined and pupils blown wide with desire. He leans in to kiss you, more gentle this time, and he laughs into your mouth when you all but melt into his arms and he has to tighten his grip to hold you up. You moan when he tilts your head back and licks your bottom lip, to which you open for him, and he kisses your own arousal into your mouth.

“Think you can keep going?” He asks.

You don’t answer, just snake your hand in between your bodies and cup him through his sweats. He’s hard, practically straining against his underwear.

“Your turn.” You whisper, walking him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the couch and he falls on to it. He spreads his legs wide, watches with heavy eyelids as you stand before him and remove your shirt, leaving yourself fully exposed for him to see.

“God you are…” he trails off when you move towards him and climb onto his lap, grinding your hips down against him and no doubt leaving a wet spot on the outside of his sweats, “…fuck.” He groans, throwing his head back as he presses his thumbs into your hips to help you press down harder.

“I’m what?” You ask when you begin trailing kisses down his jaw, loving the way his stubble scratches against your lips. You suck at the spot just below his ear, still grinding against him.

“Everything I’ve ever fucking dreamed of.” He sighs.

You pull back until your noses are barely brushing and stare into his eyes for a moment. “What?” he asks as he starts rubbing circles into your hip bone with his thumb.

“Nothing I just…” you trail off, eyes still searching his as he stares back at you with an overwhelming amount of adoration.

“…I just really want to suck your dick right now.”

Jeongin barks out a laugh, loud and punctuated, before his head falls forward onto your shoulder and the remaining giggles are nothing but choppy breaths that ghost your nipples.

“What?” You laugh, hitting his shoulder. “I’m serious!”

He picks his head back up to look at you, eyes disappearing into the smile that’s on his face, and leans forward to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “I know, I know, I just—I love you, that’s all. I. Love. You.” He punctuates every word with a kiss, but you chase the last one until his lips are slotted against yours hungrily once again, his hands dropping to cup you from behind.

You inhale deeply before sliding off his lap, dropping to your knees on the floor in front of him. Jeongin lifts his hips just enough for you to help him slide his sweats and underwear off in one fluid motion and then yanks his sweatshirt over his head, leaving him fully naked and sinking back into the couch cushions. With his legs spread wide, cock hard and swollen pink against his stomach, messy hair and wide eyes, you think about just how lucky you are to call him yours, to be able to have him in every way possible.

Without wasting too much time, you rest your hands on his thighs and lick along the underside of him, tracing the vein there with your tongue and then sucking off the precum at the tip. “Shiiiiit,” Jeongin moans, throwing his head back.

You grab at the base of his cock and take him fully without warning, sinking down until he hits the back of your throat. He’s big enough that he fills your mouth completely, spit dribbling out of the sides as you work the bottom half of him with your hand, moving in time with your lips as you bob your head up and down.

“Holy fuck, shit, fuck,” the words tumble from his lips as he keeps a steady hand on the back of your head. You look up at him, a single tear spilling from the corner of your eye. He watches with parted lips for a second before pulling you off of him, a string connected to where spit is pooling on your chin.

“I am not,” he says, out of breath, “Cumming unless I’ve got you around my cock.”

You smile as you scramble up and onto his lap, planting your legs on either side of him. He raises an eyebrow in question, “Aren’t your legs tired?”

“Not for you they’re not,” you say as you reach behind, your hand using your leftover spit to pump him a few times. “Now shut up.”

Jeongin laughs and puts both hands behind his head, arms on full display as he leans back, “Yes ma’am.”

The moans you both let out the minute you sink down on him is so pornographic you’re almost embarrassed. If his neighbors didn’t already know what you were doing, then they definitely do now. Jeongin’s shoulders are firm where you anchor yourself to him, using his body as leverage while you ride him to high hell.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasps, his hands finding your breasts immediately. Sometimes you forget how big Jeongin’s hands are, both of them cupping you completely, only your nipples peeking out between his fingers as he kneads your chest.

“Bet you liked knowing how wet I was for you while I was talking to Hyunjin, huh?”

Jeongin won’t admit it, but he loves it when you talk to him like this during sex. He likes to feel in control, likes to have his way with you, but on the flip side he loves when you take initiative too. You can feel him twitch inside you at your words, his hips jerking upwards to meet your movements.

“You liked knowing you were in control, that you could make me cum at any second and I’d have to hide it, maybe squeeze my legs to stop myself. And the poor guy, he wouldn’t have a clue. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if I started whimpering and shaking, would he? And it would all be because of you.”

Jeongin responds by bringing a hand down on your ass with a loud smack, your body jolting forward into him from the force. It only spurs you further, your knees on fire from exertion.

You can feel the mark blooming, a big red handprint sure to be visible by the time you wake up tomorrow morning. Part of you wants to get it tattooed there, to have a permanent reminder of Jeongin on your body, to always know what it feels like to be wholly and unconditionally his.

“God you’re so fucking nasty,” he all but growls into your ear, his mouth hot as he connects his lips with yours, tongue licking eagerly into your mouth. “Close.” He grunts.

Jeongin sees stars when you lean back and prop yourself up on his knees, planting your heels into the couch on either side of him so you can fuck yourself onto his cock at a better angle. He brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing mercilessly while he bucks his hips up to meet your movements halfway.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Jeongin—!”

The sensation of you clenching around him as you cum makes Jeongin’s own release follow shortly after, both of you moaning and swearing as you ride it out together. He lets you fall into his chest, rubs a soothing hand up and down your back as you both attempt to calm your breathing and reel yourselves back to reality. His skin is sticky with a sheen of sweat, your own forehead damp and legs shaking.

Jeongin sighs and brings a hand up to tangle in your hair while his fingers massage your scalp. You pull back, staring at him in confusion.

“What?”

Jeongin blinks a few times before he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “I think you’ve definitely ruined me for anyone else.”

Although he meant it in a sweet, endearing way, you narrow your eyes and poke a finger into his chest. “Why are you saying that as if ‘anyone else’ is even an option?���

He throws an arm over his face, “You know what I meant.”

“No, actually, I don’t think I do—”

“You literally just rode me into oblivion. I bought you vibrating panties just so I could—”

“—I can’t believe that after I just broke my knees for you that’s the first thing you say!”

Jeongin bursts into a fit of giggles when you dig your fingers into his ribs, squealing when he tosses you off of him and you roll on to the side of the couch. “Okay, okay! Let me make it up to you, just stay there.” He says before disappearing into the bathroom. When he reamerges, he’s got a wet washcloth, which he uses to wipe you down before kissing the pout off of your face.

Not long later, when you’re both showered and he’s got you draped across his lap in a pair of his sweats and one of his hoodies, Jeongin chances a tap on your shoulder.

“Hmm?” You hum sleepily.

“So, you never explicitly said it, but on a scale of one to ten…if you were to rate my gift…”

You huff out a laugh, turning so that you’re on your back in order to look at him. “Definitely a ten. Could do without the borderline public humiliation next time, though.”

Jeongin leans down to press a kiss to your lips, smiling when you wrap your arms around his head to hold him there for a while longer. “Noted. As long as you never say one of my friends’ names during sex ever again.”

“Why? You sounded like you liked it.”

“Shut up.” Jeongin groans, resting his forehead against yours. It has to be an uncomfortable position, his entire body hunched over at nearly a ninety degree angle to even reach you. “I was balls deep inside of you when it happened. Completely out of my mind. But then, when I was in the bathroom taking a piss five minutes ago I was like, what the fuck? So yeah. No public humiliation as long as I never have to hear Hyun—”

Jeongin’s phone vibrates a total of three times on the couch next to him, cutting him off. He eyes it for a moment, confused as to why anyone would even be messaging this late, and then laughs when he finally picks it up to read what was sent.

“Speak of the devil,” he scoffs before turning the screen towards you.

hyunjin

yo yang

sorry to bother

you think y/n could email me those notes now?

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[innieseong]

“Clever Fox”

✧꡴ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✧꡴ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 - 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭)

✧꡴ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 - 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧

✧꡴ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 𝟐.𝟖𝐊

✧꡴ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐝𝐮𝐡), 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐨𝐦/𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭!𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧, 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐩𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 (?)

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝...

✢ - 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

✢ - 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦

✢ - @innieseong

✧꡴ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 ! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 ! (𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 :𝟑)

✧꡴

For the 3rd time, you press the door bell.

No answer.

You quickly whip out your phone and access your contacts, scrolling down until you find Jeongin's name. You had exchanged numbers a few days ago when yall became biology lab partners, and since then, you guys had exchanged only a few texts. As you looked at your previous conversation, you noticed that it was Jeongin who had started the exchange, but only to send his address and how his house looked. Nothing that interested you at all. Standing in front of his door, you shoot him a message.

Y/N: I’m here..

2 minutes later and still nothing.

Y/N: Hellooo??

Sighing, you put your phone in your pocket and look at the door once more before leaving. You forced yourself to believe he didn’t want to work with you. You turn back to your car, feeling a mix of disappointment and irritation. Suddenly, you hear a faint crash, as if something had been knocked over, come from somewhere above you. Specifically inside the same very house that you assumed was empty.

Your ears perk up, trying to catch anything else. You look up and notice the window on the left side of the 2 story house. The window appeared to be open, with the curtains pulled back. As you stand there, trying to make sense of what’s going on, you hear another faint noise coming from the open window. It’s muffled, but it sounds like something, or someone speaking.

You hesitate for a moment, debating whether to mind your business or not, but eventually curiosity gets the best of you. You walk over to the door and pause when you reach it. You swallow the lump in your throat as you hesitantly, with shaky hands grab hold of the knob and twist it. Much to your surprise, the door is unlocked.

Your heart sinks as reasons as to why his front door was unlocked came rushing in your head. Was he ok? Did someone break in? Where is he? You twist the door knob all the way and open the door, a cold rush of air smacking you in the face. Carefully stepping inside the house, quietly closing the door behind you.

The hallway is dimly lit, and you strain your eyes to see in the faint light. Glancing around, you notice a staircase on the opposite side of the narrow hall, leading up to the second floor. You lift your foot and take a tentative step forward, heading towards the stair case. The sound of your own footsteps echoing through the emptiness seems louder than it should be.

Climbing the staircase, you can hear muffled sounds coming from the first door on the left side of the upstairs hallway. Up the stairs, you slowly walk toward the door and the muffled sounds begin to get somewhat louder. You wouldn’t be able to hear it if you weren’t concentrating.

Nearing the door, your heart beats just a tad bit faster. The door seems to be ajar, leaving a tiny small gap and the frame. Your curiosity runs deep as you press your eye between the door and the frame, hoping jeongin was inside and well.

From what you can see, the space is dimly lit, with the window curtains slightly askew, allowing a sliver of sunlight to filter in, like you had saw outside. The room is dominated by a King-sized bed, disheveled with rumpled sheets and pillows strewn about. The walls screamed jeongin. There were pictures of what you’re assuming was his family and posters of rock, pop bands everywhere. Even Pokémon.

But that’s not what caught your eyes though. Far from it.

In the center of the bed, you see a shirtless Jeongin, his lean and muscular body revealed. His back slightly arched off the bed, his eyes closed, a look of intense concentration etched on his face. His veiny hand is moving beneath the waistband of his shorts slowly, as if teasing himself, his other hand gripping his dark blue bed sheet. His chest rises and falls with each sharp breath, and beads of sweat glisten on his pale skin. He opens his fox eyes and they immediately go to the computer screen that was laying on his bed.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch him in awe. Never in a million years would you ever think you’d see something like this in broad daylight. Let alone jeongin. Your eyes lids flutter as Jeongin's face gets flushed, with sweat glistens on his collarbone and between each of his abs. You could see the print of him in his shorts as he stroked himself slowly as he watched whatever it was he was looking at.

With each stroke, Jeongin’s body trembles and his hips thrust into his hand beneath the shorts, cute and throaty groans were coming from his parted lips. Those groans shot straight to your core, thighs mindlessly pressing together. You wanted to see him. To see the cock that he was stroking. You felt ashamed of yourself. You came over to work on a project, not ogle him as he touched himself.

But.. you can’t look away.

As if he read your mind, his body arches off the bed as he slips his hand out of his boxers, the shape of his cock throbbing and begging for release under his thin shorts. His hands move with urgency as he grabs each side of his shorts with both his hands and pulls them down to his thighs. His lower half is now exposed, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs, quickly being pushed down to his thighs as well.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip, feeling the way your heart raced. A flicker of his cock as it springs free from its confines, thick and throbbing, made your breath catch in your throat, lady parts clenching in response to such an exotic sight.

His erection stood firm, his pale pink tip begging for attention as a clear substance leaked around it. You couldn't help but imagine how it would feel, how it would taste. You couldn't help but shift around by the door, your hand slowly trailing up your body, towards your chest. You weren’t surprised when you felt your pebbled nipples straining against your thin yellow tank, eyes never leaving Jeongin.

Jeongin let his hand slowly wander down to his cock, tracing his fingers along the length of it, his touch gentle yet firm. His breathing hitched as his fingers wrap around his thick, slightly palish pink shaft.

You could see some of his precum dripping down to his full balls, the sensation making him thrust into his hand once, his eyes focused on himself. His hand wrapped around his cock fully, his long fingers covering his whole base. His left thumb circling the tip in slow, teasing circles as presses his thumb against it.

"Ah, fuck," he breathed out, his hips thrusting into his hand once more. "A-ah... Y/N..." he whimpered, voice cracking with need. "I can't... I need...Ungh!" Stifled whimpers tumbled from his lips as he worked himself faster, desperately chasing release. By now, your panties were soaked, thighs trembling as you rubbed them together. Jeongin’s cries stirred a molten ache deep in your core. You bit your lip hard, fighting back a moan from hearing your name on his pretty tongue.

Suddenly, jeongins eyes flutters open as if he could sense your presence. He turns his head and spots you, frozen in his doorway, eyes glued to his throbbing cock. A mix of shock and arousal flashes across his face as you both make eye contact, both of you guys stunned. "Shit! Y/N? W-what are you doing here?" He stammers, quickly moving to cover himself with his hands. But he makes no move to get up off the bed. His hand covers his base but you could still very much see the tip.

You turn your head away, clearling your throat as if you haven’t been watching him this entire time. There was an uncomfortable silence stretched across his room and from where you stood. The awkward silence stretches between yall, neither moving nor speaking. You guild your eyes away from your left shoe and slowly back towards Jeongin.

Much to your surprise, he was already staring at you, eyes filled with something you couldn’t pinpoint. With a shaky breath and cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, he speaks, “I-I wasn't... I mean, I didn't expect you to just—" he stammers again "This isn't what it looks like-“

You raise an eyebrow, glad for the atmosphere change. “Oh, really? Because.. if you ask me, it almost sounds to me like you were just.. touching yourself.. to me?” The look on your face didn’t match with your tone and as much as you wanted to seem serious, you couldn’t help but find this situation.. funny.

Definitely erotic.

Before you could stop yourself, you open the door a bit wider and step inside. You keep your gaze on jeongin as you shut the door behind you. You walk towards his desk, which was on the left side of his bed, where you could get a solid view on him. He still had his hand covering his junk, with his chest still in view.

Never in your wildest dreams ..

You sit down on the side of his bed.

“No need to be embarrassed, Jeongin," You say, hesitating before reaching out to brush a stray, black lock of hair from his forehead. He hisses at the contact. "We all have needs. There's nothing wrong with taking care of yourself, hell I’m not even supposed to be in your house." You giggle at the last part.

His fox eyes were so sincere and pretty that you had to force yourself from gazing into them for so long. They were so hypnotizing, that you almost spilled all your secrets to him, especially about that very crush you had on him. But you guess it probably wouldn’t be so bad, considering the situation.

"This isn't... I wasn't..." Again, he stammers, struggling to find the right words. You glance down to see that his cock was still painfully hard, straining against his hand as he tried desperately to cover himself. "I don’t want you to see me like this. It's embarrassing." His low and husky voice sent a shiver through your body.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, his voice barely audible. "I know it's weird. I just... I can't stop. I can’t stop thinking about you. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is your face. Your body. It's driving me crazy, nuts, even."

Jeongin’s confession hangs heavy in the air between you both. Your heart races at his admission, a thrill running through you at knowing you affect him so deeply. You could see the conflict in his eyes - the desire warring with the embarrassment and uncertainty.

Slowly, deliberately, you lean in closer, your breasts hidden behind your tank, presses against his arm. The heat of his skin seeps through the thin fabric of your top, making your nipples harden in response. You let out a soft, breathy sigh, lips mere inches from his ear.

"Jeongin..." You whisper, your voice low and sultry. "Again, There's no need to be embarrassed. It's only natural to crave what you want...to long for someone so badly it consumes your thoughts."

Your hands trails down from his forehead, ghosting over his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing. You let your fingers dance along his v-line, teasing at the sensitive skin just above his hipbone. His eyes flutter shut as he lets out a small sigh, his body shuddering as he slowly uses his hips to slowly thrust against his hands, that he was supposedly supposed to be using to hide his cock from you.

“F-fuck.. Y/N, I can’t hold back anymore.. It hurts.” He opens his hooded eyes to look at you, proving his point. You glanced down at his fingers to see that his hand was fully wrapped around his cock and was slowly rubbing himself, his thumb against his sticky slit.

It was all so Raw.

Knowing you had his utmost attention, you reached down and slipped off your top, followed by your bra. You needed to have him comfortable, if he had his Willy out, you might as well take your cherries out. He lets out a gasp and his hand increasing at a steady pace as he stares at your breast. You grab his unattended hand and guild it up to your right breast and he immediately gives it a firm squeeze, letting out a guttural groan.

You bite your lip as he fondles your breast, his eyes never leaving your chest as he jerks himself. You couldn’t help but let your hand trail down his body, past his happy trail and right on top of his hand. You cupped his hand, following the movements he was doing to himself. His head drops back, his breath catches in his throat as your hand joins him. You watch in awe as your hand wraps around his veiny base and gasp at how it twitches in your grasp.

Jeongin’s head falls back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on the exquisite sensation of your small hand wrapped around his aching cock. His hips thrust up into your grip, seeking more of that delicious friction. His fox eyes flutter shut, long lashes casting spiky shadows on his flushed cheeks. Trembling thighs fall open in shameless invitation, baring his most intimate places to your hungry gaze.

"Ahh... Your hand, S-shit," he whimpers, voice cracking with desperation. "Fuck, faster... Please."

Coherent words fail him as jolts of electric pleasure radiate from where you stroke him. Jeongin's lean body undulates sinuously, back arching off the mattress. Modest chest heaves with panting breaths, pebbled nipples standing out in stark relief against his pale skin. The dusky points beg for the wet heat of your mouth.

One slim hand fists in the sheets, knuckles going white. The other still wrapped around your breast, palming and squeezing like his life depends on it.

Jeongin's cock twitches and pulses in your grip, weeping copious amounts of pre-cum. The musky scent of his arousal perfumes the air, stoking the flames of your own desire. He's so hard it looks painful, the thick shaft throbbing in time with his racing heartbeat. His hips buck upwards with a sharp thrust, fucking into the tight channel created by your hands. Lewd squelching noises fill the room as you work him over, driving him quickly towards the edge.

"Fuck, Y/N," he pants, voice strained with pleasure. "Feels so good... Don't stop, please don't stop."

His cock is an angry red, veins bulging along the thick length. Perly pre-cum dribbles steadily from the flushed tip, coating your fingers and making the glide deliciously slick. Jeongin’s whole body trembles, muscles taut and coiled like a spring ready to snap. His breathing grows ragged, punctuated by needy whimpers and moans. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room as he thrusts into your hand with wild abandon, making your bite your lip.

One of his hands slides down to join yours at the base of his cock. He wraps long, slender fingers around your wrist, fingers interlacing as you stroke him together. The added friction sends sparks of white-hot pleasure shooting up his spine.

"Y/N, I'm gonna... F-fuck!" he warns through gritted teeth as his climax hits him like a freight train, back arching so sharply it almost hurts. His toes curling from the sheer force of his orgasm. Thick strings of pearlescent cum erupt from his twitching cock, striping and splattering his torso and flat stomach in a seemingly, endless flow. The creamy fluid drips down his defined abs, pooling in his navel.

You watch as his hips buck erratically, riding out the waves of pleasure crashing over him. His hand tightening around your wrist, guiding your strokes as he chases every last drop. When the final shudder wracks through him, he collapses back against the mattress, spent.

Cheeks flushed and eyes glazed, Jeongin looks utterly debauched. His black hair is mussed, sticking to his damp forehead. Cum glistens on his skin, a lewd reminder of his climax. He pants heavily, struggling to catch his breath.

His spent cock gives a valiant twitch as you continue to lazily stroke him through the aftermath.

"That was... fuck, amazing," He pants, slowly coming back to himself. Hazy, brown eyes open to gaze at you adoringly. "you’re amazing"

You stare down at him with a genuine smile, your eyes filled with a deep sense of joy. You lean down and gently kiss him on his temple, a gasp coming from his slightly parted lips. He gazes up at you with wide, hopeful eyes when you pull away.

“I hope you don’t think we’re done, because we’re far from it.”

✧꡴

✧꡴

[charlieg1rl]

"𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬"

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝐤

𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞

Jeongin is seated comfortably on the floor between Y/N's legs, his back resting against the couch where she’s perched. He’s got a relaxed, easy smile on his face, his attention flickering between the TV and the gentle, rhythmic movement of Y/N's fingers in his hair. She’s absentmindedly playing with his soft strands, twisting them into little braids and occasionally running her fingers through them to undo the twists, only to start again.

Her nails lightly scrape against his scalp, making Jeongin let out a soft sigh, his body leaning even further into her touch. It’s such a natural, comfortable gesture, and to anyone who didn’t know better, it would seem like they were a couple lost in their own little world.

From the other side of the room, Seungmin raises an eyebrow at the sight. He’s sprawled out on the floor, leaning on one elbow, and after a moment of watching them, he smirks.

“You two are ridiculous, you know that, right?” Seungmin comments, breaking the silence. His tone is casual, but there’s a teasing edge to it. The rest of the group’s attention shifts to Jeongin and Y/N, who both look up at the sudden remark.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asks innocently, still threading her fingers through Jeongin’s hair, though there’s a knowing smile tugging at her lips. She’s heard this kind of teasing countless times before.

“I mean,” Seungmin says, sitting up now and gesturing toward the two of them, “look at you guys. Are you really going to keep pretending you’re just best friends when you act like this all the time?”

Jeongin’s eyes flutter open, and he glances over at Seungmin, his expression calm but amused. “We are just best friends,” he says with a shrug, though the smile on his face shows that even he’s not fully convinced by his own words.

Y/N lets out a soft laugh and continues braiding a small section of Jeongin’s hair. “Exactly,” she chimes in, her voice light and teasing. “What’s wrong with a little hair braiding between friends?”

“You guys are unbelievable,” Hyunjin says from where he’s lounging against the armrest of the couch, shaking his head with a grin. “Do you even realize how couple-y you look right now?”

Jeongin’s head tilts back slightly, his neck resting against Y/N's knee as he looks up at her with an exaggeratedly innocent expression. “Do we?” he asks with mock surprise, playing along with the teasing. His eyes sparkle with mischief, and Y/N rolls her eyes in response, though she’s smiling, clearly enjoying the playful banter.

“Uh, yeah,” Felix adds from his spot on the floor, pointing at them with a wide grin. “It’s like watching one of those cheesy dramas where the two main characters are oblivious to their feelings for each other.”

Jeongin lets out a soft chuckle and shrugs again, clearly unfazed by the teasing. “We’re just comfortable with each other. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal,” Seungmin says with a smirk, “is that you’re basically an unofficial couple at this point. You just haven’t realized it yet.”

At this, Y/N pauses for a second, her fingers stilling in Jeongin’s hair as her eyes flicker to his, catching his gaze. There’s a split-second of something—something unspoken, something warm, and maybe a little bit uncertain—that passes between them. But just as quickly as it appears, it’s gone, and Y/N playfully flicks the back of Jeongin’s head.

“Don’t let it get to your head, Jeongin,” she teases, though there’s a hint of softness in her tone that doesn’t go unnoticed by their friends. “They’re just trying to mess with us.”

Jeongin grins and reaches up to gently tug at one of the braids she’s made. “Mess with us? Nah, they’re just jealous of how good you are at playing with my hair,” he says, his tone light and playful.

“That, or we just love making fun of how whipped you are,” Hyunjin adds, winking at Y/N. The others laugh, but the playful energy in the room shifts slightly as Y/N's cheeks flush a little at the comment, and she instinctively starts running her fingers through Jeongin’s hair again, avoiding the others’ teasing gazes.

Felix leans forward, his eyes narrowing mischievously. “So, if you’re just best friends,” he starts, leaning into the conversation, “would either of you care to explain why you guys hold hands when you think no one’s looking?”

Y/N's eyes widen, and she lets out a surprised laugh. “What? We do not!” she protests, though there’s a slight wobble in her voice that betrays her.

Jeongin, however, smirks at the comment, clearly unfazed. “Oh, we definitely do,” he says casually, his tone so nonchalant it takes Y/N by surprise. He looks up at her with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling. “Come on, Y/N. You’re not going to deny it, are you?”

She narrows her eyes at him, but she’s still smiling. “You’re the worst,” she mutters under her breath, but there’s no real bite to her words.

The room explodes into laughter at this, and Y/N feels her cheeks burn with warmth. She glances down at Jeongin, and he’s grinning up at her, clearly enjoying the way the teasing has shifted in his favor. But there’s something about the way he’s looking at her that makes her heart skip a beat—something soft and familiar, yet new at the same time.

Before she can say anything more, Seungmin pipes up again, unable to resist adding one last teasing comment. “Face it, you two. You’re already halfway to dating, and everyone knows it but you.”

Y/N shakes her head, trying to brush off the comment with a laugh, but the words linger in her mind. She glances down at Jeongin, who’s now resting his head against her leg, his eyes closed once more as her fingers resume their gentle movements in his hair.

And for just a moment, as the laughter dies down and the conversation shifts to something else, she wonders—just for a moment—if maybe, just maybe, their friends aren’t entirely wrong.

Maybe there’s more to their friendship than she’s ready to admit.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

tags: @estella-novella

[writingforstraykids]

Home - Jinnie Bday fic🖤

Pairing: OT8 x gnReader

Word Count: 1711

Summary: In Stray Kids you found a family in ways you would've never imagined. They were your home, your safe place, your everything.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, found family, 9th member

A/N: The happiest birthday to you my sweet Jinnie @jinnie-ret 🖤 I hope you were able to enjoy your day and I wish you only the best for your next year!! Hope you enjoy this little something🖤

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Your journey to find a family within Stray Kids wasn't an easy one, but it was undoubtedly one of the most rewarding experiences of your life. Each member brought something unique to the table, filling different roles in your life that you didn't even know you needed. From the very first day you met them, it was clear that this group of eight would become your family in ways you'd never imagined.

From the moment you became part of the group, Chan took you under his wing. His warm smile and welcoming demeanor immediately made you feel at ease. He was always there to guide you, whether it was through a tough choreography or just a rough day.

"Y/n, remember, it's not about being perfect. It's about doing your best and growing every day," Chan would often remind you with a reassuring smile.

Chan's presence in your life was akin to that of a protective older brother. He always knew when you were feeling down and needed a pep talk or just someone to listen. His dedication to the group and to you was inspiring, and his belief in your potential pushed you to strive for more.

Minho, with his sharp dance moves and even sharper wit, quickly became someone you could rely on for both comfort and a good laugh. He had a way of teasing you that always made you feel included and part of the group.

"Y/nnie, you call that a dance move? Even my cats can do better," he'd joke, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Despite his teasing, Minho was incredibly caring. He had a knack for knowing when something was wrong and would often check in on you with his unique brand of tough love. His duality of being both a playful friend and a compassionate confidant was something you cherished deeply.

Hyunjin, with his ethereal visuals and artistic flair, quickly became your creative soulmate. Whether it was painting, dancing, or just discussing life, Hyunjin had a way of making everything seem beautiful and meaningful.

“Let's paint the town red tonight, literally," he'd say, handing you a paintbrush with a grin.

Hyunjin's passion for the arts was contagious, and he often encouraged you to explore your creative side. His ability to find beauty in the mundane and his unwavering support helped you see the world through a different lens.

Changbin, with his fierce rapping skills and even fiercer determination, was the motivational coach you never knew you needed. His relentless work ethic and positive attitude were nothing short of inspiring.

“If you want something, you have to fight for it. We'll always support you, but you have to play your part," he'd often say, his eyes filled with intensity.

Changbin's tough love approach pushed you to your limits and helped you break barriers you didn't think were possible. His constant encouragement and belief in your abilities were a source of strength on your toughest days.

Jisung, with his infectious laughter, quickly became the lighthearted joker of your new family. His ability to make you laugh, even on your worst days, was a gift you cherished dearly.

"Y/nnie, Y/nnie, Y/nnie! Why did the-" he would say, bursting into laughter before he could even finish the joke.

Jisung's lighthearted nature and playful spirit brought joy and laughter into your life. His ability to find humor in any situation was a constant reminder not to take life too seriously and to always find reasons to smile.

Felix, with his deep voice and even deeper compassion, was the gentle heart of the group. His kindness and empathy knew no bounds, and he always seemed to know exactly what to say to make you feel better.

"Sometimes all you need is a little bit of patience and loads of cuddles,” Felix would say, his voice soothing and reassuring.

Felix's gentle nature and warm hugs were a constant source of comfort. His ability to listen without judgment and offer genuine support made him someone you could always turn to in times of need.

Seungmin, with his calm demeanor and wise insights, quickly became the voice of reason in your life. His ability to stay grounded and offer practical advice was something you came to rely on.

"It's okay to take a step back and breathe. Not everything has to be perfect," Seungmin would remind you, his voice steady and calm.

Seungmin's level-headedness and rational perspective were invaluable. His guidance helped you navigate the challenges you faced and made you appreciate the importance of balance and patience.

Jeongin, the youngest member of the group, quickly became the little brother you never had. His youthful energy and innocent charm were a breath of fresh air, and his admiration for you was heartwarming.

"Can you show me that dance move again? You're so cool!" he would say, his eyes wide with admiration.

Innie's enthusiasm and eagerness to learn from you made you feel appreciated and valued. His presence was a constant reminder of the joy of discovery and the importance of nurturing those who look up to you.

-

As time went on, you found yourself growing closer to each member, forming bonds that felt unbreakable. Each one of them brought something unique to your life, filling different roles that together created a sense of family you had always longed for.

One day, after a particularly grueling practice session, you all decided to unwind at the dorm. Chan suggested watching a movie, and everyone quickly agreed. You all settled into the living room, snacks in hand, ready to relax and enjoy each other's company.

"Y/nnie, you get to pick the movie," Chan said, tossing you the remote.

After much deliberation and playful arguing, you settled on a comedy, knowing it would lift everyone's spirits. As the movie played, you found yourself sandwiched between Minho and Jisung, both of whom provided a running commentary that had you in stitches.

"Why is he doing that? That's such a dumb move," Minho remarked, shaking his head.

"Right? I could've written a better script," Jisung added, making you burst into laughter.

Felix and Innie were engrossed in the movie, sharing a blanket and occasionally throwing popcorn at each other. Seungmin and Hyunjin were seated on the floor, discussing the cinematography and artistic elements, while Changbin and Chan were busy trying to outdo each other in a push-up contest during the commercial breaks.

"Y/nnie, care to join us?" Changbin asked with a challenging grin.

You laughed, shaking your head. "I'll leave the push-ups to you two. I'm quite comfortable here."

As the night went on, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for these moments. The laughter, the camaraderie, and the simple joy of being together were things you treasured deeply.

Of course, it wasn't always smooth sailing. There were times when tensions ran high, and disagreements were inevitable. But even in those moments, you found strength in your newfound family. One particularly challenging day stood out in your memory.

You were in the studio, working on a new track. The atmosphere was tense, as everyone was feeling the pressure to deliver something exceptional. Voices were raised, and frustrations were palpable.

"I think we should try a different approach," Chan suggested, his tone calm but firm.

You were feeling overwhelmed, and his suggestion felt like another critique. "I don't think that's the problem, Chan," you snapped, immediately regretting your tone.

The room fell silent, and you could feel the weight of your words. Chan took a deep breath, his expression softening. "Let's take a break."

As everyone dispersed, Felix approached you, his expression concerned. "Hey, it's okay to feel frustrated. We're all in this together."

You nodded, tears threatening to spill. "I just want to get it right."

Felix pulled you into a hug, his warmth comforting. "And we will. But we need to take care of ourselves too."

After a few moments, you rejoined the group, ready to try again. Chan's understanding smile and the supportive nods from the others reminded you that no matter how tough things got, you had a family to rely on.

For every challenge, there were also moments of triumph that you celebrated together. The day you released your first successful track as a group was one of the most memorable.

"Y/nnie, we did it!" Jisung exclaimed, pulling you into a jubilant hug.

The energy in the room was electric, as everyone danced and celebrated the hard-earned success. Min and Hyunjin were already planning a celebratory dinner, while Changbin and Innie were busy taking selfies to capture the moment.

"Group photo, everyone!" Seungmin called, setting up the camera.

As you all huddled together, arms around each other, you felt a profound sense of belonging. The smiles, the laughter, and the sheer joy in that moment were a testament to the bond you shared.

Looking back, you realized that finding your family in Stray Kids was a journey filled with highs and lows, laughter and tears. Each member brought something unique to your life, creating a sense of belonging that was irreplaceable.

Chan's protective nature and unwavering support made you feel safe and valued. Minho's teasing and tough love reminded you of the importance of balance and perspective. Hyunjin's artistic soul and passion for beauty inspired you to see the world through a different lens.

Changbin's motivational drive and fierce determination pushed you to achieve more than you ever thought possible. Jisung's lighthearted jokes and playful spirit brought joy and laughter into your life. Felix's gentle heart and deep compassion provided comfort and understanding.

Seungmin's calm demeanor and wise insights offered guidance and clarity, while Innie's youthful energy and admiration reminded you of the joy of discovery and growth.

In Stray Kids, you found not just friends, but a family that supported and uplifted you in ways you never imagined. The bond you shared with each member was a testament to the power of love, understanding, and unity.

As you looked around at your new family, you realized that you were exactly where you were meant to be. Together, you faced challenges, celebrated successes, and created memories that would last a lifetime. In Stray Kids, you found your home, your family, and your place in the world.

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pairing || jeongin (I.N) x reader

summary || dinners at home. (soft version)

it was almost like clock work for jeongin's arms to wrap around your waist as you cooked dinner for the two of you. he insisted on holding you close to him, gently swaying you as you continued to focus on your work in front of you. a small smile crept on his face knowing the deal he begged his older hyung to take was worth every second.

the arrangement was simple, jeongin would kick his leader out once a week for a night at home with you. in exchange, whatever was had for dinner, home made or take out, had to have enough for him the next day.

when jeongin had brought up the idea to you, he could have sworn you seemed to glow with excitement. he watched as your eyes sparkled as each detail was thoroughly explained. what he thought would be something he had to convince you into, you accepted with ease. cutting him off before he could finish. the end reason was enough to have your lips pressed against his.

he wanted to keep the romance alive.

that's all it was. to have the romance of your relationship be maintained even with the busy schedules and roommate. if he could find time to plan everything out, consistently weeks ahead, then you would give him the world.

it really didn't matter what was on the stove, jeongin's lips would softly kiss the back of your shoulder, before peaking over to see what you had decided on making. conversation would flow as time went on leaving no stone left unturned. something had been on your mind? a conversation was had about it. work was exhausting? jeongin would be brainstorming how to help you through it.

jeongin also always went the extra mile for you as well. flowers were set on the table, a bouquet in his room, and one ready for you to take home the next day to remind you of him. there was time it felt like it was too little, but during one of these nights you gushed for minutes about how much you loved it.

something about this night felt different for him though. you had changed into his cloths after arriving and moved throughout his space as if it were your own. when you reached for something in one of the cabinets, something he didn't even know where chan had stashed, did it settled in him. he wanted to spend every night like this for the rest of his life. pulling you back to his chest, he held you closer than normal, planning all the ways he could tell you he wanted this forever.

|| from mina with love ♡ ˚⁎⁺˳ ── something soft for the man who continues to bias wreck me daily. thank you for reading! ♡

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MY SHY NEIGHBOR ( chapter. 1 )

— CHAPTER ONE: moved in 📦💕

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2. semantic memory | yang jeongin x fem!reader

semantic memory: a type of explicit memory that is categorised as general knowledge and information accumulated throughout an individual’s life.

author's note: oh, i missed writing for jeongin!! i was going to revert to my typical best friends to lovers but i decided to change it up (barely) and do roommates instead last minute! thank you for all the love on my seungmin fic, i hope you enjoy this one too!

Yang Jeongin was a good roommate. 

He was reasonably quiet, but not uncomfortably so. He didn’t talk all the time, but he still joked around with you. He was clean and organised, but not meticulous or irritating about it. He did things without you asking; washed the dishes when you were staying up late to work on assignments, ordered you a Caesar salad and fries whenever he got takeout from his favourite Italian place, and always took whatever laundry you had with him when he went to wash his clothes. 

When you went grocery shopping, you knew his favourite beer and ramyeon, and would always buy them for him. When you watered your plants, you’d always water his too, the ones he kept along the windowsill of his bedroom and on the balcony. 

And apparently, when the air conditioning in his bedroom broke in the middle of summer, you’d let him temporarily move into your room. Or at least, that’s what you’d just told him.

“Really? Are you sure?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. “You don’t have to. I’m sure I can find a fan or something.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I don’t mind. Honestly. I don’t do a lot of sleeping during the night anyway.”

“You’re always studying,” Jeongin rolled his eyes playfully.

“And you’re never studying, yet you somehow do so well in your classes. It pisses me off,” you groaned, giving him a light shove. “Anyway, you get the floor. Do you want some help migrating?”

The two of you dragged his mattress into your bedroom, out of breath and panting by the time it had been very unprettily dumped on your floor. He made the bed up with clean sheets, and offered to change yours as well. You thanked him, and told him you’d start making dinner.

When you’d finished, you called him, and he came out of your bedroom, shirt off, hair a little tousled. Your cheeks flushed pink and he raised an eyebrow at you in confusion.

“You look…nice,” you said awkwardly, handing him a beer.

“Thanks?” he chuckled, mouth full of rice.

You sighed dramatically. “Most boys would return the compliment,” you shook your head as you opened your bottle of peach soju. 

“You always look nice. I tell you that all the time,” Jeongin replied, fumbling with the remote. “What show?”

“Brooklyn 99. And I always think you’re being sarcastic.”

“We always watch fucking Brooklyn 99. And no, I’m not. I thought that was obvious.”

“Because it’s the best show! And it’s not that obvious, not to me!” You protested.

Jeongin put his beer down and turned to you. “I’m so confused, why are we having two conversations at once?”

“You were the one who asked me two things.”

Jeongin pressed play on the episode. “One of them was a statement, the other was a question. You do always look nice. I’m not being sarcastic, I’m not a dickhead.”

“Some would argue that,” you giggled, and he gave you a gentle shove.

“Some would argue you’re a bitch,” Jeongin sighed. “But I put up with you.”

“Because you think I’m pretty?” you teased. 

“Because of the rent,” he corrected. “How am I supposed to afford my own place in this economy? Although you’re a bonus, I suppose. Even if I have to watch Brooklyn 99 all the time and change your sheets.”

You kicked his shin. “You offered!” 

He grabbed your leg with his hand and shifted it back into place, leaving his hand resting on your thigh. “Shut up. I’m trying to watch.”

“I thought you hated-” you laughed.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Jeongin groaned, and he pinned you to the floor, tickling you until the two of you collapsed in a laughing heap, the show still running, dinner half eaten, drinks long forgotten.

The one thing you’d failed to mention to Jeongin was your habit of falling off the bed during the night. You were a professional tosser and turner, and that often ended up with you snapping out of your dreams face-down on the wooden floor, bruises littering your hips, knees and any other joint that was lucky enough to be the first to break your fall.

When you woke up, you were mortified to find yourself not on exposed hardwood, but on a mattress. With someone else, who was staring at you curiously.

“Fuck!” you groaned, shoving your face into the sheets. “I’m sorry. When did I end up here?”

Jeongin checked his phone. “Maybe 4 am? I don’t know, I didn’t notice until I rolled over and somebody’s face was in front of mine.”

“What’s the time now?”

“Just past 7.”

You rolled over and stared at the ceiling. “I should get up then.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jeongin agreed, but neither of you made any attempt to move.

You looked around your room, interested in your lower perspective. It still looked empty, too similar to when you’d first moved in. You’d been so caught up in studying and seeing your friends that you had forgotten to properly decorate your room.

“Your room’s boring,” Jeongin commented, as if reading your mind.

“Rude. But you’re right,” you agreed. “Maybe during the summer I’ll decorate it. Buy some posters, maybe find some new furniture on Facebook Marketplace.”

Jeongin nodded in approval. “I can help, if you want.”

“How can I trust that you’ll pick good home decor?” you rolled to face him, squinting.

“I know your taste, I’ve been living with you a year now,” Jeongin replied, scrolling through his phone. “Trust me, I don’t think I’ve forgotten a single thing about you.”

You chuckled. “Aw, do you have one of those lists with all my favourite things or something?”

“Nope. It’s all in here,” he tapped the side of his head, smiling playfully.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Do you want me to prove it?” he asked, turning to face you, eyes serious.

“Okay, then I’ll do the same,” you agreed.

Jeongin ran a hand through his hair and set his phone down. “Your favourite fruits are peaches, but nectarines come a close second. If stone fruits aren’t in season, you’ll settle for citrus. You’re prescribed an iron supplement, but you never take it, because you say it tastes like metal. Your favourite colour is pale blue, but it didn’t match the personal colour analysis that app gave you and you’ve been angry about it ever since. You drink with your friends, but don’t like getting drunk while you’re out since you have a fear of being kidnapped. You haven’t had a boyfriend since 12th grade, and you’re secretly in love with me,” he finished, eyes sparkling with mischief.

You rolled your eyes at his final statement. “Alright, Yang Jeongin. You’re the youngest in your friendship group but hate being babied, and you wanted to be a primary school teacher growing up. Your favourite colour is green, and you can fit a whole slice of pizza in your mouth. You can actually sing decently well, but never do, and you actually love Brooklyn 99 more than I do. You love buying clothes, and your favourite place to do so is the vintage shop down the road, where you spend all of your time and all of your money. And, above all, you get no bitches.”

“Don’t you classify as a bitch?” He laughed. “You did well, though. Everything you said was right.”

“You were right too,” you sighed. “I really thought you were going to say something insanely stupid that I could tease you for.”

Jeongin raised an eyebrow. “Did you forget that last statement?”

You ignored him. “I genuinely can’t believe you know that much about me. Fuck, I have to hide more about myself. I hate being perceived.”

Jeongin chuckled in amusement. “I pay attention. It’s weird hearing everything someone knows about you all at once. What am I supposed to do with that information?”

“I think we have to make out now,” you said casually.

He nodded, unsurprised. “I think we do.”

You shuffled closer, and he moved to lie above you, weight on his elbows. His eyes glittered, and his cheeks were tinged with peach. You smiled up at him, face warm and tingling. He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours softly, and you sighed into his mouth at the feeling. You moved your hands to cup his cheeks, deepening the kiss, pulling apart when you both lost your breath.

“You were right,” you panted, lips swollen. 

“About?”

“Me being secretly in love with you.”

He smiled. “Well, you were wrong. About me getting no bitches. It wouldn’t be presumptuous to assume you’re my bitch, considering the fact that we just kissed?”

“I won’t be for long if you keep calling me that. It’s girlfriend to you now,” you giggled, and he wrapped an arm around your torso, pulling you tight onto his chest.

[quxyivs]

Mistakes part 2

A/N- SO THIS WAS REQUESTED A LOT SO HERE IS PART OF MISTAKES

Pairing- OT8 x Fem idol! Reader

Trigger warnings! Angst, Fluffy ending, Lee know gives Y/N multiple kisses, Crying, cuddling, hospital, use of noona (lmk if I missed anything)

You were at the airport your leg bouncing anxiously. You were planning to leave Korea and just go back with your parents in America. You were honestly going through it. Your legs were in pain and you had to stop at the hospital before buying your ticket to the airport.

The hospital visit was absolutely grueling. The hospital was packed so you just sat there for 3 hours waiting on a nurse for your leg just to be told you had to wait another fucking hour for a x-ray.

You were tired, hungry and just wanted to sleep. You felt icky and your body felt wore out.You were scrolling on your phone when suddenly a voice called out to you.

“Y/N-!!” The voice called out to you and you looked up seeing Chan and the others sprinting towards you. “What-?!” You stood up looking in their direction as they hugged on you.

“Y/N we’re sorry- fuck we’re so sorry-!!” Changbin spewed out all at once before Lee know told everyone to back away so he can properly apologize. “Y/n.. I’m- so..sorry. I shouldn’t-I shouldn’t have tried to push you so far.. I knew you were bruised and I just.. I let my frustration out on you and- fuck I’m crying…” He wiped his eyes as you hugged him crying into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s okay Lee know… I forgive but please… don’t yell at me like that ever again okay…?” You said as you look up to him your eyes glistening with tears as he smiles softly. “Of course.. I promise.” He rubbed your back and gave you a bunch of kisses all over your face.

They took you out the airport and took you back to the dorms. You were sitting beside Lee know cuddling up to him. “Oh noona we bought your stuff to the dorm!!” Jeongin said with a smile on his face as he looked at you. “Really-? You guys didn’t have to do that…” “We wanted too. We decided it’s time you live with us, so that way you feel like you’re apart of the group.” Chan said sitting beside you rubbing your leg.

You felt your eyes tear up. “Thank you-.. I..I’m sorry for saying I hate you all… I don’t I-… I love you guys.. and I’m sorry-I’m so sorry..” You said crying intensely as they brought you into a group hug rubbing your back and shoulders.

“We love you too Y/nnie”

A/N- I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS ENDING!! ALSO NO SPELL CHECK SORRY LUVS

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the night was loud. between jeongin and han's bickering, changbin's laughter, and chan's occasional reprimands, there was no place for awkward silence. even as the seconds advanced towards midnight, and the rest of the campus fell into a peaceful silence, jeongin's dorm was filled with noise.

and for that, you were grateful.

"you dumbass you didn't boil the ramen enough!"

"I did. This isn't my first time making ramen!"

"no it's still-"

"ok that's enough," chan interjects, throwing an exasperated glare at the youngest boys of the group. "Han if you think the ramen is undercooked just add warmer water to it."

"I don't think that's how it works-"

"oh for fucks sake just eat the damn food!"

you watch in amusement as the boy sinks further into the couch, a pout puckering against his lips as he shoves the chopsticks into his mouth.

"nobody ever takes me seriously here-"

"anyways!" changbin exclaims, meaningfully pinching han's side as his eyes raise to meet yours, "we have more important stuff to discuss than how jeongin makes ramen."

it takes you a second to realize all their eyes have turned to you - although jeongin looks unwilling.

"so yn, innie here isn't giving you too much trouble, right?" changbin teases, digging his elbow into his friend's side.

"of course i haven't-"

"let her speak!"

you laugh at the way jeongin huffs, crossing his arms before falling back into his seat, avoiding your eyes.

"he's a pain. i can't wait for this to be over," you play along - much to han and changbin's excitement as their eyes light up.

"has he? well that isn't acceptable, is it?"

"can you leave me alone?"

but that seemed to be the last thing on any of their minds as they turn their attention towards you again.

"you know when he first told us about your arrangement we were a bit worried," chan adds, "but this seems to be working out for you guys."

chan was by far the only one who hadn't teased the youngest boy, but you could clearly see he was just as interested in the conversation.

"yeah well, we're trying. we'll see how much it's really helped him after our test next week."

"yeah-"

"but has this been helping you as effectively?"

you blink at han in confusion as he leans forwards from the couch.

"what?"

"han drop it-"

"you know with the entire making yeonjun jealous plan? i hope you've been giving his cheating ass a hard time!"

yeonjun.

cheating.

oh.

all the progress you had made came crashing down in that single moment.

han hadn't anticipated the depth of his words, obviously. it was a mistake, and you understood that, but the weight still fell like solid lead down your stomach. your throat clogged up, and you could barely meet any of their eyes as the culprit slapped a hand across his mouth, evidently regretting it.

cheating little slut.

yeonjun's words came breaking through the barriers you had tried so hard to build.

it's your fault.

you didn't think it was possible, but your mother's words pierced deeper than yeonjun cheating on you.

any sensible boy would break up with you.

she was probably right. nobody in their right minds would like someone who couldn't even bring herself to move past the boy who had cheated on her.

you should apologize to him. like your mother expected you to.

your company had obviously picked up on your discomfort, and if you hadn't been so caught up you would be embarrassed at the revelation of the chink in your armor.

"you dumbass," you hear changbin hiss under his breath.

"yn im sorry-"

jeongin was the first to act - slipping his hand into yours to pull you up - sending a sharp glare towards his roommate.

"i think we're done for today," he said, gently guiding you towards the front door, picking up your books on the way.

"you guys clean up, please. i'll drop yn back to her dorm."

he only gave you enough time to bid your goodbye to the three boys - including a forgiving smile towards han - before you two stepped out into the cold night.

"you don't have to walk me back."

"it's past midnight, yn. i'm not letting you go alone."

you were grateful, despite your hesitance. the last thing you wanted was to be alone with your thoughts.

"and i'm sorry about han. he didn't mean to bring him up."

you shake your head, patting jeongin's arm in comfort. "it wasn't his fault, don't worry about it. and please tell him not to feel guilty either. it's alright."

"but are you sure you're okay?"

were you okay?

you didn't know.

until the last match, you and yeonjun were technically still on good terms. there had been no bad blood.

but after your argument? you didn't even know where your relationship stood.

you hadn't broken up officially. you were still together, and the thought was sickening. not because you wanted to break up with him. no. but because it was reassuring. and you hated the little comfort that it bought.

"yn?"

your gaze snaps to the side as jeongin's hand softly brushes yours.

"sorry, i was just thinking," you sheepishly mutter, avoiding his eyes.

he doesn't push any further, and the rest of the walk is spent in silence until you reach your block.

"thanks jeongin."

he shoves his hands into the pockets of his sweats, smiling back as the street light shines down on him, highlighting his features.

"don't worry about it. sleep well, yeah?"

you almost send him away with that, but the cold breeze that flutters past your skin jars you into your senses.

"wait!"

you hastily take off your hoodie, patting down your ruffled hair as he turns to look at you in confusion.

"something wrong?"

"it's cold. take this. you didn't carry yours," you say, thrusting the article at him, avoiding his eyes.

"oh it's fine-"

"we have an important exam coming up. i'd hate it if you fell sick because of me."

he doesn't notice the blush dusting your face as he thankfully accepts the warmer clothing, and you're grateful for the dark.

"thanks yn."

"i should thank you."

he grins at you one last time before he's on his way back, absentmindedly fiddling with the sleeves of your hoodie, sending a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. you hoped you weren't imagining the tips of his ears turning red. you hoped he would keep it, and only give it back when it had caught on to his scent.

in a much better mood than with which you had set out from his dorm, you almost manage push away yeonjun to the back of your mind.

that is until your phone notifies an incoming message.

never mind.

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No self control

paring: jeongin x fem¡reader

synopsis: Jeongin becomes obsessed with y/n after she transfers to his school, secretly stalking her and learning everything about her from afar. y/n starts to sense someone watching her but can’t figure out who. One day, Jeongin befriends her, using their newfound friendship to gain even more access to her life. While y/n feels safer with him around, she has no idea her trusted friend is the very person she’s been afraid of all along.

wc: 9.4k

genre: one shot, angst, yandere.

You feel like the air is heavier here, as if it’s pressing down on you every time you walk into the school building. Being new isn’t easy, but something about this place feels different. It’s not just the unfamiliar faces or the unspoken rules of the social circles—no, it’s something else. Something you can’t quite explain.

You glance around as you walk to class, clutching your bag tighter to your chest. Everyone seems busy, caught up in their own little worlds. But every now and then, you feel it—a strange prickling at the back of your neck, like someone is watching you. You try to shake it off, telling yourself you’re imagining things. You’re just nervous. That’s all.

But Jeongin isn’t imagining anything. He is watching you.

It started on your first day. You were sitting in the second row, your shoulders hunched like you were trying to make yourself invisible. Jeongin sat in the back, as always, his seat tucked into the corner of the classroom. From there, he had the perfect view of everyone—especially you.

You didn’t notice him that day, or the next, but he noticed you. He noticed the way you always arrived a few minutes early, sitting down with your hands folded neatly on the desk. He noticed how your gaze darted around nervously, like you were afraid to make eye contact with anyone. And he noticed the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were thinking, your fingers brushing your cheek.

At first, Jeongin didn’t think much of it. You were just the new student, someone different in a school full of faces he already knew too well. But as the days went on, he found himself watching you more and more. He told himself it was harmless, just curiosity. But deep down, he knew it was something else.

He started memorizing little things about you. The way you always chose the same seat in the cafeteria, even though it was near the door where the cold draft blew in. The way you frowned when you were reading, like you were trying to solve a puzzle. The way you smiled when you thought no one was looking, soft and fleeting, like a secret.

Jeongin began timing his day around you. He’d leave his house earlier than usual, just so he could see you walking to school from the corner of the street. He’d linger in the hallways, pretending to check his phone, just to catch a glimpse of you heading to your next class.

And then there were the evenings. Jeongin told himself it wasn’t strange to follow you home—he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He just wanted to make sure you were safe. That’s what he told himself every time he trailed behind you, keeping far enough away so you wouldn’t notice.

But you started to notice.

It was subtle at first—a feeling, nothing more. Walking home one day, you couldn’t shake the sense that someone was behind you. You turned around quickly, but the street was empty. Still, the feeling stayed with you, crawling under your skin.

By the second month, it was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just on your way home anymore. You felt it in the hallways, in the library, even in the cafeteria. But every time you looked, there was nothing. No one.

Jeongin was careful. He stayed hidden, blending into the background, watching as you grew more and more paranoid. A part of him felt guilty, but he couldn’t stop. The more he watched, the more he felt like he knew you—better than anyone else ever could.

He started to wonder what it would be like to talk to you. To sit beside you in class, to hear your voice up close. The thought scared him. What if you didn’t like him? What if you found out what he’d been doing and pushed him away?

But then he saw you one day, sitting alone on the bleachers after school. You looked so small, so lost, staring out at the empty field. Something inside Jeongin twisted, a mix of longing and something darker. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to get closer.

That night, he made up his mind.

Tomorrow, he would talk to you. Tomorrow, he would become your friend.

And you wouldn’t even know you were letting the shadow into your life.

The next morning, Jeongin wakes up earlier than usual. He’s never cared much about how he looks—usually, it’s just a quick brush of his hair and throwing on whatever’s clean. But today, he takes extra time in front of the mirror, smoothing out his shirt and trying different smiles. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous. He’s spent weeks watching you, learning every little detail about you. He knows exactly what to say, how to make you feel comfortable around him.

But as he walks to school, a strange sort of thrill courses through him. He’s never tried to get close to anyone like this before. He’s always been more of an observer, staying on the edges of things. But with you, it’s different. He doesn’t just want to watch you anymore—he wants to be a part of your life.

When he sees you that morning, you’re sitting at your usual spot in the classroom, your hands folded neatly on the desk. You look a little tired, like you didn’t sleep well. Jeongin knows why—you’ve been feeling uneasy, haven’t you? Like someone’s been watching you. He feels a flicker of satisfaction at the thought, but he quickly pushes it down.

“Hey,” he says, sliding into the seat next to you.

You glance up, startled. For a moment, you just blink at him, like you’re trying to figure out why someone’s talking to you. “Hi,” you say softly, your voice uncertain.

“I’m Jeongin,” he says, flashing you a warm smile. “I don’t think we’ve talked before. You’re new here, right?”

You nod, your shoulders relaxing a little. “Yeah. I transferred a couple of months ago.”

“Must be tough,” he says, leaning back in his chair like he’s completely at ease. “New school, new people… It can’t be easy.”

“It’s… okay,” you say, though your voice doesn’t sound very convincing.

Jeongin smiles again, and this time, it’s softer. “Well, if you ever need someone to show you around or anything, let me know. I’ve been here forever. I know all the best spots.”

For the first time, you smile back. It’s small, barely there, but it’s enough to make Jeongin’s chest tighten. This is it, he thinks. The beginning.

As the days go on, Jeongin becomes a constant presence in your life. He’s always there—walking with you to class, sitting with you at lunch, even helping you with your assignments when you’re struggling. He’s so easy to talk to, so understanding, that you find yourself opening up to him in ways you haven’t with anyone else.

You don’t realize it, but he’s wormed his way into every corner of your life. And while you’re starting to feel safer with him around, he’s still watching you from the shadows.

He knows your schedule by heart now. He knows when you leave for school, when you get home, and how long you stay up at night scrolling through your phone. He knows which drawer you keep your favorite sweatshirt in, and how you always leave your window unlocked, even though you’ve started checking it before bed.

Jeongin starts coming to your house more often—not as a guest, but as a shadow. Late at night, when the neighborhood is quiet and the lights in your house have gone out, he slips into your backyard. At first, he just watches through the window, his breath fogging up the glass. But then he starts coming inside.

It’s easy, really. The first time he does it, his hands shake as he pushes your window open, but by the second and third time, it feels almost natural. He moves through your room like a ghost, careful not to disturb anything.

He starts small—taking things you wouldn’t notice are missing. A hair tie from your desk. A pen you left on your nightstand. He keeps them hidden in a box under his bed, each item carefully placed like a piece of a puzzle.

One night, he takes your necklace. You haven’t worn it in weeks, so he knows you won’t notice it’s gone. Still, his heart races as he slips it into his pocket, the cool metal pressing against his fingers.

You don’t notice. You don’t notice any of it.

But Jeongin does. He notices everything.

One evening, as you’re sitting in your room, scrolling through your phone, that familiar unease creeps over you again. You glance toward the window, your chest tightening. It’s locked. You made sure of it this time.

Still, the feeling doesn’t go away. It clings to you, heavy and suffocating. You shake your head, trying to push it aside. Jeongin said you were safe, didn’t he? And you believe him. Why wouldn’t you?

Meanwhile, Jeongin sits in his room, the necklace you wore in his hands. He rolls it between his fingers, his mind racing. You trust him now. You’ve let him in, just like he knew you would.

But it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.

And as he stares at the necklace, an idea begins to form in his mind—something bold, something risky. But if it works, it’ll bring him even closer to you.

Closer than ever before. For now, he waits. But not for long. It happens on a quiet afternoon, long after you’ve started calling Jeongin your friend. The two of you are sitting under a tree in the school courtyard, away from the noise of the other students. He’s leaning back against the trunk, legs stretched out, while you sit cross-legged beside him, fiddling with a blade of grass.

It’s been a rough day for you one of those days where the weight of everything feels just a little heavier. You’re quieter than usual, your eyes fixed on the ground, and Jeongin notices. He always notices.

“You’ve been kind of out of it today,” he says, his tone light but tinged with concern. “Everything okay?”

You hesitate. Jeongin has been nothing but kind to you, always there when you needed someone. You’ve told him little things about yourself—your favorite books, the music you like, how you hate math but love history. But you’ve never told him why you’re really here, why you transferred schools and left everything behind.

You glance at him, his warm brown eyes watching you patiently, and something in his gaze makes you feel safe. Like you can tell him anything.

“I don’t talk about it much,” you say softly, your fingers still tugging at the grass. “But… my parents fight a lot. Like, a lot.”

Jeongin tilts his head, encouraging you to go on. “That sounds hard,” he says gently.

“It is,” you admit, your voice trembling slightly. “It’s like they can’t stand each other, but they won’t do anything about it, you know? They just… yell. All the time. At each other, at me. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

You pause, your throat tightening, but Jeongin doesn’t rush you. He just sits there, quiet and steady, waiting.

“So, I left,” you continue. “I begged them to let me transfer schools, to let me start over somewhere else. I thought maybe… maybe if I got away from them, things would get better. Maybe I could finally breathe.”

Jeongin’s jaw tightens ever so slightly, but his voice remains calm. “Do you think it’s helped? Being here?”

You shrug, your shoulders slumping. “I don’t know. It’s not as loud, I guess. But sometimes I feel like… like I’m running away, you know? And I don’t know if I’ll ever stop.”

“You’re not running away,” Jeongin says firmly, his tone surprising you. “You’re trying to find peace. That’s not the same thing.”

You look at him, startled by his sudden conviction. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” he replies, his eyes locking onto yours. “You’re stronger than you think. Most people would’ve stayed and let it crush them, but you didn’t. You left. That takes courage.”

Your chest tightens at his words, and for the first time in a long time, you feel understood. You give him a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Jeongin. I… I’ve never really talked to anyone about this before.”

“I’m glad you told me,” he says, his voice softening again. “I’m always here, you know? Whenever you need someone to talk to.”

You nod, feeling a warmth spread through you. For the first time since you transferred, the heavy weight you’ve been carrying feels a little lighter.

But what you don’t see is the flicker of satisfaction in Jeongin’s eyes. You trust him now. You’ve let him in, shared something no one else knows.

That night, Jeongin sneaks into your room again. He stands in the dim light, looking around at the space that feels more familiar to him than his own. His gaze lands on the small bracelet sitting on your desk—a simple piece of jewelry you’ve worn a few times but haven’t touched recently.

He picks it up, his fingers brushing over the beads, and slips it into his pocket.

As he turns to leave, his eyes fall on your bed. You’re fast asleep, your face peaceful, completely unaware of the shadow standing in your room.

Jeongin smiles to himself.

You told him you wanted to stop running, to find peace. And he’ll make sure you do. With him.

The next morning, you wake up feeling lighter, as though the weight of your confession had somehow melted away in the quiet of the night. Jeongin’s words stick with you, echoing in your mind as you get ready for the day. For the first time in months, it feels like someone understands.

At school, Jeongin is waiting for you by the front gate, his easy smile greeting you as you walk up the steps.

“Hey,” he says casually, falling into step beside you. “How’re you feeling?”

You hesitate, glancing at him. “Better, I think. Thanks again for yesterday.”

“Of course,” he replies, brushing it off like it’s nothing. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

Friends. The word lingers in the air between you, and for a moment, you think about how quickly Jeongin has become a part of your life. It’s strange, but comforting.

The day that follow feel lighter with Jeongin around. He makes you laugh when you’re stressed, keeps you company when you feel lonely, and listens when you talk about your struggles. He feels like the anchor you didn’t know you needed. But what you don’t know is that Jeongin’s watching you even more closely now. Your confession has only deepened his obsession.

Jeongin’s Room

Late at night, Jeongin sits in his room, surrounded by the little pieces of you he’s taken. Your bracelet is on his desk, next to the necklace he stole weeks ago. A pen with your favorite brand’s logo. A scrap of paper you’d doodled on during class, the ink faint but still visible.

He picks up the bracelet, turning it over in his hands. He imagines you wearing it, the way it would rest lightly against your wrist. It feels like a piece of you that only he gets to have. But it’s not enough. He wants more. He wants all of you.

The next afternoon, the two of you are sitting in the library. You’re working on an assignment while Jeongin pretends to do the same, his notebook open but blank. He’s watching you again, though you don’t notice.

You let out a small sigh, your pencil pausing mid-sentence. “I’ve been thinking,” you say softly, not looking up from your paper.

“About what?” Jeongin asks, leaning slightly closer to you. “About going back home. Maybe just for a weekend,” you admit. “It’s been months, and… I don’t know. Maybe I should try to fix things with my parents.”

Jeongin’s smile falters for a fraction of a second, but he recovers quickly. “Do you think they’d listen?”

You shrug. “Probably not. But I can’t avoid them forever, right? It’s… exhausting.”

Jeongin’s jaw tightens, though his voice stays calm. “If you think it’s what you need, then you should do it. But just remember, you don’t have to face it alone. I’m here.”

You glance at him, his words settling over you like a warm blanket. “Thanks, Jeongin. That means a lot.”

But Jeongin’s mind is racing. The thought of you going back, even for a weekend, sets him on edge. He doesn’t want you to leave. Not now. Not when he’s finally gotten so close to you. As the night quickly approaches Jeongin is back at your house, slipping through your window with practiced ease. He moves silently, his eyes scanning the room until they land on your desk. Your journal is there, the edges worn from frequent use. He hesitates for only a moment before opening it, flipping through the pages until he finds something that catches his eye. Your handwriting is neat but hurried, your thoughts spilling out onto the paper.

“I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing, leaving them behind. But staying felt like suffocating. I wish someone would just tell me what to do.”

Jeongin’s fingers tighten on the page. He doesn’t need to read more; he already knows you better than anyone else ever could. And he knows what you need.

Him.

The next day at lunch, Jeongin casually brings up the idea of hanging out over the weekend. “You know, we’ve never really done anything outside of school. What do you think?”

You look at him, surprised. “Like… what?”

“I don’t know. A movie? Or we could just hang out at your place,” he suggests, his tone light.

You hesitate. “I mean, that sounds fun, but…”

“But?” he prompts, tilting his head.

“I was thinking about going home this weekend. I haven’t decided yet, though.”

Jeongin’s expression doesn’t change, but inside, he’s already coming up with a plan. “Well, if you end up staying, let me know. We could do something fun. Take your mind off things.”

You nod, giving him a small smile. “Yeah, maybe. I’ll let you know.”

That night, Jeongin goes back to your house. His movements deliberate and precise. He takes another item a keychain you keep on your bookshelf—and leaves everything else untouched. But this time, he does something different. He places the bracelet he took weeks ago on your desk, setting it down carefully where you’ll see it. When you wake up the next morning, you notice it immediately.

“That’s weird,” you mutter, picking it up. You’re sure you hadn’t seen it in weeks. Had you just overlooked it?

The thought nags at you as you get ready for school, but you push it aside. You have bigger things to worry about.

But Jeongin knows you’ll keep thinking about it. It’s a breadcrumb, a subtle reminder that he’s always been close.

The day before you’re going to go visit your parents, you and Jeongin meet under the same tree in the courtyard where you often sit together. The afternoon sun filters through the branches, casting soft light over the both of you.

“You’re really going through with it, huh?” Jeongin asks, leaning back against the trunk. His voice is calm, but there’s a faint edge to it, like he’s trying to keep something from spilling out. You nod, pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Yeah. I figure it’s time to stop avoiding them. I don’t know if it’ll make anything better, but I feel like I owe it to myself to try.”

Jeongin studies you for a moment, his gaze soft. “That’s really brave of you, y/n I mean it.”

You glance at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. “Thanks, Jeongin. I don’t know what I’d do without you lately. You’ve been… a really good friend.”

His heart skips a beat at your words, though his expression remains calm. “I’m just glad I can help,” he says, his lips curving into a small smile.

As the conversation drifts to other topics, Jeongin suddenly reaches into his bag and pulls out his jacket—a simple black one with a faint, comforting scent of cedarwood and something distinctly him.

“Here,” he says, holding it out to you.

You blink at him, confused. “What’s this for?”

“For the trip,” he says casually, though his eyes are focused on you. “I thought you might want something… familiar. You know, in case things get overwhelming with your parents.”

You hesitate, touched by the gesture. “Jeongin, I can’t take your jacket—”

“Sure you can,” he interrupts, his voice firm but warm. “Just think of it as a reminder that you’re not alone. Even if things get rough, you’ll know someone’s rooting for you.”

Your chest tightens at his words, and you reach out to take the jacket. “Thank you,” you say softly, pulling it into your lap. “That… means a lot.”

Jeongin just smiles, though inside, he’s practically buzzing. The thought of you wearing his jacket, carrying a piece of him with you, fills him with a strange sense of satisfaction. Later, when the house is quiet and you’re fast asleep, Jeongin slips through your window once again. This time, he doesn’t linger by your desk or admire the items he’s already taken. He heads straight for your closet, his eyes scanning the neatly hung clothes until he finds what he’s looking for.

Your sweater. The one you always wear on rainy days, the one that smells like you. He carefully pulls it from the hanger, folding it neatly before tucking it into his bag.

As he stands there, his eyes flick to your sleeping form. You’re curled up in bed, Jeongin’s jacket draped over the chair by your desk. A faint smile plays on his lips as he steps back into the shadows, his heart pounding with exhilaration.

The morning of your trip arrives, and you find yourself holding Jeongin’s jacket as you pack your bag. You almost leave it behind, but something stops you. The memory of his words how he said you weren’t alone lingers in your mind.

So, you slip it on. The fabric is warm, the faint scent of him wrapping around you like a hug. You glance at yourself in the mirror, adjusting the collar before grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

What you don’t know is that Jeongin is already watching.

From a distance, he follows you to the bus station, his hoodie pulled up to hide his face. He watches as you board, his eyes never leaving you. You’re wearing his jacket, and that alone makes his chest tighten with an odd mix of pride and possession.

He takes the next bus, keeping his distance as he follows you all the way to your parents’ house. When you arrive, he finds a spot across the street, hidden behind a tree, where he can watch without being seen.

You hesitate at the front door, your hand hovering over the handle. Even from where he stands, Jeongin can see the tension in your shoulders. You take a deep breath before finally stepping inside, the door closing behind you.

Jeongin stays where he is, his eyes fixed on the house. He imagines you inside, facing the people who’ve caused you so much pain. He doesn’t know what’s being said, but his mind races with possibilities.

Hours pass, but Jeongin doesn’t move. He waits, patient and silent, his gaze never straying from the front door.

When you finally step outside again, the sun is beginning to set. You look tired, your expression hard to read, but you’re still wearing his jacket.

Jeongin’s lips curl into a faint smile. You may have gone back to your family, but in the end, you’re still carrying a piece of him with you.

And as he watches you walk away, his mind is already working, already planning. You think you’re free, but you don’t realize that Jeongin is always there, just out of sight. Watching. Waiting. Because no matter where you go, you’ll always belong to him.

The walk back to your house feels heavier than usual. The sky is a murky gray, the sun buried behind thick clouds. You pull Jeongin’s jacket tighter around yourself, your eyes red and swollen from crying. Your chest feels raw, the words your parents had thrown at you still echoing in your head.

“Why did you even come back? You left us—don’t act like you care now.”

“You think running away makes you better than us?”

“We’re fine without you, so just go back to wherever you came from.”

Each word had cut deeper than the last, and now it feels like the world is caving in around you.

Jeongin follows at a distance, his hood pulled up, his steps silent on the pavement. He’d seen you leave the house hours ago, wiping your tears as you stormed out. Now, as he watches you walk, shoulders shaking and head bowed, something stirs inside him.

Anger. Not at you, but at the people who’d hurt you. The people who didn’t see how special you were.

He grips the strap of his bag tightly, his jaw clenched. They don’t deserve you.

When you finally reach your house, the sky has darkened, the first drops of rain beginning to fall. You fumble with your keys, your vision blurred by tears, and push the door open.

The house feels too quiet, too empty. You drop your bag by the door and sink onto the couch, burying your face in your hands as the sobs wrack your body.

Jeongin stands outside, the rain soaking through his hoodie as he stares at your window. He can see your silhouette through the thin curtains, the way your shoulders shake as you cry. It makes something twist in his chest—a strange mix of frustration and guilt.

He wants to go inside, to wrap his arms around you and tell you that it’s okay. That you don’t need anyone else, not your parents, not anyone. You have him.

But he knows he can’t. Not yet.

So he waits, standing in the rain, his hands clenched at his sides as he watches you fall apart.

You pull Jeongin’s jacket tighter around you, burying your face in the fabric. It smells like him—warm, comforting, safe. It makes you feel a little less alone, but it also makes you feel guilty.

You’d leaned on Jeongin so much lately, but you hadn’t really told him how much his friendship meant to you. He was always there, always understanding, and you weren’t sure what you’d done to deserve someone like him.

You wipe your eyes, your hands trembling. You make a mental note to thank him tomorrow.

The night feels endless as you cry yourself to sleep, Jeongin’s jacket still wrapped around you. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, replaying every painful word from your parents. Exhaustion eventually takes over, and you drift into a restless sleep.

In the middle of the night, you stir, feeling the weight of something heavy in the room. Your eyes flutter open, blurry from sleep, and for a moment, you’re not sure if you’re awake or still dreaming.

The faint outline of a figure stands near your closet. Your heart lurches, a cold wave of fear washing over you. The figure is holding something—your sweater.

“Jeongin?” you croak, your voice trembling as you sit up in bed.

The figure turns toward you, and your breath catches in your throat. It is Jeongin. His expression is calm, almost too calm, as he steps closer, the sweater still in his hands.

“Why… Why are you here?” you stammer, your voice shaking.

He tilts his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours. “I couldn’t leave you alone, y/n. I needed to make sure you were okay.”

Your pulse races, panic bubbling in your chest. “You shouldn’t be here. This—this isn’t normal, Jeongin.”

He takes another step closer, his voice soft but eerily steady. “You don’t understand, y/n. I’m the only one who cares about you. They don’t—your parents, they don’t see you the way I do.”

“Jeongin, please,” you plead, tears streaming down your face. “You need to leave. This isn’t right.”

He kneels beside your bed, his expression unwavering. “I’ll leave when you realize you need me, y/n. I’ll leave when you stop pushing me away.”

The words send a shiver down your spine, and just as you’re about to scream, the world around you blurs—and suddenly, you jolt awake, gasping for air.

Your room is quiet. Still. The faint sound of rain patters against the window. Your heart pounds as you glance around, your breath hitching when you see your closet. The door is shut, undisturbed.

It was a dream.

You clutch Jeongin’s jacket tighter around you, your hands trembling. The dream felt so real his voice, the look in his eyes, the way he seemed so sure of his words.

But it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

You shake your head, trying to push the lingering fear away. “It was just a dream,” you whisper to yourself. “Just a dream.”

As you lie back down, willing yourself to calm down, you fail to notice the faint footprints on the carpet near your window, still damp from the rain outside.

The morning comes with pale light filtering through your curtains. Your eyes feel heavy, your body sluggish from the restless night. You sit up slowly, glancing around your room. Everything seems normal now, though the dream still lingers at the edges of your mind, vivid and unnerving. You shake your head, trying to dismiss the uneasy feeling that creeps up your spine. It was just a dream, you remind yourself again, but something about it keeps bothering you.

After getting ready, you grab your bag and head out. The rain from last night left the streets damp, the air cool against your skin. You pull Jeongin’s jacket tighter around you, the faint scent of him oddly comforting despite the unease that lingers in your chest.

When you reach the courtyard, Jeongin is already waiting under the usual tree. He waves at you, his smile warm and inviting. Just seeing him there makes your tension ease a little.

“Morning,” he says as you approach, tilting his head to study you. “You look tired. Everything okay?”

You hesitate, clutching the straps of your bag. “I didn’t sleep well,” you admit, sitting down next to him. “I… had this weird dream.”

Jeongin raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “A dream? What kind of dream?”

You glance at him, unsure if you should even bring it up. But he’s always been someone you could talk to, someone who listens without judgment. So you take a deep breath and begin.

“It was about you,” you say, watching his reaction carefully.

Jeongin’s eyes widen slightly, but his expression remains calm. “Me?” he echoes, leaning in slightly. “What happened?”

“It was so strange,” you continue, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “In the dream, I woke up in the middle of the night, and you were in my room. You were holding one of my sweaters, and when I asked you why you were there, you said you wanted to make sure I wasn’t alone.”

Jeongin doesn’t say anything right away. His expression is unreadable, though there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—something you can’t quite place.

“It felt so real,” you add, shivering at the memory. “I even thought I saw wet footprints on the floor this morning, but I guess I was just imagining things.” You let out a nervous laugh, trying to shake off the lingering discomfort.

Jeongin tilts his head, his gaze fixed on you. “That’s… an interesting dream,” he says slowly, his voice steady but quieter than usual.

“I know it’s ridiculous,” you say quickly, trying to brush it off. “It’s just… I’ve been so stressed lately with everything that happened at my parents’ house. I think my brain’s just messing with me.”

Jeongin nods, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Dreams can be strange like that. But you know,” he adds, his tone softer, “if you ever feel unsafe or alone, you can always call me. I’d come over in a heartbeat.”

His words catch you off guard, and for a moment, you’re not sure how to respond. “Thanks, Jeongin,” you finally say, offering him a small smile. “You’ve been such a good friend to me.”

He smiles back, though there’s something behind it—something you can’t quite put your finger on. “Of course,” he says. “That’s what friends are for.”

But as you look away, focusing on the students passing by, Jeongin’s gaze lingers on you. His mind replays your words, his heart racing as he realizes just how close you are to the truth. He wonders if you’ll ever figure it out. And what he’ll have to do if you do.

The days blur together, and soon, the dream you had about Jeongin fades to the back of your mind. You convince yourself it was nothing more than your subconscious playing tricks on you, a side effect of all the stress you’d been under. Jeongin remains as kind and attentive as ever, his presence becoming an anchor in your chaotic world.

He walks you to and from school, sits with you during lunch, and even texts you late into the night, ensuring you always feel like someone is there for you. You’re grateful, genuinely so. With him around, the loneliness that used to weigh you down feels lighter.

But unbeknownst to you, Jeongin hasn’t forgotten. Not about the dream, and certainly not about the things he’s been doing behind closed doors.

Jeongin has grown more careful now. He knows your schedule like the back of his hand—the exact time you fall asleep, the way you toss and turn before finally settling, and the little sighs you make as you drift off.

He waits until the house is silent, the lights off, and the streets empty. Climbing through your window has become second nature to him now, the creak of the frame barely audible as he slips inside.

This time, he doesn’t go to your closet. Instead, his eyes wander across your room, searching for something more personal, something that will bring him closer to understanding every piece of you.

His gaze falls on your desk, where your journal sits tucked beneath a stack of notebooks.

Jeongin’s heartbeat quickens as he carefully pulls the journal out, his fingers trembling slightly as he opens it. The pages are filled with your handwriting, messy but endearing, each word revealing a piece of your inner world.

He reads about your struggles, your fears, and even the little things that make you happy—like how much you love the smell of rain or the way certain songs make you feel understood.

As he turns the pages, he finds an entry about him.

“Jeongin’s been such a good friend lately. I don’t know how I got so lucky to meet someone like him. Sometimes I feel like he knows me better than I know myself. I wish I could be as strong as he is.”

A slow smile spreads across Jeongin’s face. You’re thinking about him, writing about him. It feels like a validation of everything he’s done, everything he’s sacrificed.

But then he sees another entry—a more recent one.

“I had this weird dream about Jeongin. It felt so real. I don’t know why, but it’s been bothering me. I keep telling myself it was just a dream, but there’s this nagging feeling I can’t shake.”

Jeongin’s smile falters for a moment, his grip on the journal tightening. He reminds himself it was just a dream—you couldn’t possibly know. Still, the fact that your subconscious even came close unsettles him.

He closes the journal and sets it back exactly where he found it, making sure nothing looks out of place. His eyes scan the room again, landing on a small trinket on your bedside table—a bracelet you’ve stopped wearing, one he’s never seen you use.

It’s perfect. Small enough that you wouldn’t notice it missing, yet personal enough that it feels like a part of you.

Jeongin slips the bracelet into his pocket before casting one last glance at your sleeping form. You look peaceful, your chest rising and falling steadily, completely unaware of the storm brewing just feet away.

You wake up feeling refreshed, the tension from the past week finally starting to fade. You stretch and glance at your desk, grabbing your journal to jot down a few thoughts before school. Everything looks just as you left it, and you don’t think twice about opening it to a fresh page.

As you write, Jeongin texts you.

Jeongin: Morning! Did you sleep well?

You: Yeah, surprisingly! I feel better today. Thanks for checking on me.

Jeongin: Of course. Can’t have my favorite person feeling down :)

You: Lol, favorite person? Aren’t I lucky.

Jeongin: You are.

You smile at your phone, completely unaware of the bracelet now missing from your nightstand or the journal entry that Jeongin had read the night before.

At school, Jeongin watches you from across the courtyard, his heart swelling as you laugh with some classmates. The bracelet he took from your room sits in his pocket, a constant reminder of how close he is to you—even closer than you realize.

To him, it’s not stealing. It’s preserving. Keeping pieces of you for himself, ensuring that no matter what happens, he’ll always have something of yours.

But even as he watches you, his mind is already turning, already planning.

Because as much as you think you’re starting to feel better, Jeongin knows there’s still a part of you that’s holding back—a part of you that hasn’t fully let him in.

And he’ll do whatever it takes to change that.

No matter what.

As the days pass, you find yourself spending more and more time with Jeongin. The unease you once felt around him has all but disappeared. Instead, there’s a warmth, an undeniable comfort whenever he’s near. He’s always there when you need him—whether it’s a text late at night when you can’t sleep or a small gesture like bringing you your favorite snack during lunch.

You begin to feel things for him that you hadn’t expected. His smile makes your heart skip a beat, and when he talks, you find yourself hanging on every word. There’s a gentleness to him that draws you in, an unspoken kindness that makes you feel like you matter.

But despite the growing closeness between you, there’s something in the back of your mind—a part of your past that you haven’t shared with him yet. You’ve told him bits and pieces of why you transferred, about the fights between your parents, but there’s a deeper reason, one you haven’t found the courage to tell anyone.

The nights are the hardest, lying awake in bed with thoughts that swirl around in your mind, making it impossible to sleep. You think about Jeongin, and how much he’s come to mean to you in such a short time. He’s been there for you in ways no one else has, and you don’t want to ruin it by revealing too much, by letting him see the darker parts of you.

But the guilt weighs heavily on your chest.

As the evening falls, you and Jeongin are sitting on the steps outside your school, watching as the sun sets, casting a warm orange glow over the horizon. The sky is quiet, almost serene, and for once, you feel like everything in your life is at peace.

“y/n,” Jeongin says softly, breaking the silence. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. “I want to ask you something.”

You turn to face him, your heart picking up its pace. “What is it?”

He looks down at his hands for a moment, as if unsure how to phrase what’s on his mind. Finally, he looks up, meeting your gaze with a soft intensity. “I know we’ve been talking a lot, and I really value our friendship. But…” He hesitates, searching your eyes for something. “Do you feel the same way about me? I mean, more than just friends.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and for a split second, the world feels like it’s paused around you. You blink, unsure of what to say. You hadn’t expected him to ask something like this—not now, not so soon.

“Jeongin, I…” You trail off, struggling to find the right words.

“I don’t want to pressure you,” he adds quickly, as if sensing your hesitation. “I just want to know if maybe I’m not the only one feeling like this.”

Your heart beats faster, and you feel the weight of his words sink in. You’ve thought about him more than you’d like to admit, and the truth is, you care about him in a way you hadn’t expected. But there’s that voice in your head, the one telling you that you shouldn’t open up, shouldn’t let yourself fall too far.

“I… I do like you, Jeongin,” you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “But there’s something I haven’t told you. Something I haven’t told anyone.”

Jeongin’s eyes soften, and he moves closer, his hand gently resting on yours. “You can tell me anything, y/n. I’m not going anywhere.”

You look down at his hand on yours, your pulse racing. Part of you wants to tell him, wants to open up completely. But another part of you is scared—scared of what might happen if he knows the whole truth.

“Maybe someday,” you say quietly, pulling your hand away. “But not yet. I’m still not ready to talk about it.”

Jeongin doesn’t press you any further, though his gaze lingers on you with an understanding that almost feels too much to bear. “I get it,” he says softly. “You don’t have to tell me everything all at once. Just know that I’m here for you, no matter what.”

You smile faintly, grateful for his patience, but inside, you feel a storm brewing. The truth is getting harder and harder to keep locked away, and as much as you want to be with Jeongin, you know that keeping this part of yourself hidden will only make things more complicated in the long run.

As you both stand up, the evening air growing cooler, Jeongin pulls you into a gentle hug. You let yourself lean into it, the warmth of his embrace offering a sense of comfort that you haven’t felt in a long time.

But as the hug lingers, a part of you can’t shake the feeling that things are about to change. Your secret, the one that’s been haunting you for so long, is about to catch up with you—and when it does, you’re not sure if Jeongin will still be there.

And that fear—that fear—it stays with you as you walk away from him that night.

Later that night, as you lie in bed, your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You reach for it groggily, seeing that Jeongin’s text has just come through.

Jeongin: “Hey, I meant what I said earlier. If you ever want to talk… about anything, really… I’m always here. You’re not alone, y/n.”

You smile, feeling warmth spread through you despite the ache in your chest. You type back a quick response.

You: “Thanks, Jeongin. I’ll keep that in mind.”

As you set your phone down, you notice something strange—a shadow flitting across your window. It’s brief, almost like a trick of the light, but it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

You shake your head, dismissing it. Probably just the wind. But as you close your eyes to sleep, the feeling of being watched doesn’t go away.

And deep down, you wonder if it’s your past finally catching up with you—or something much darker that Jeongin might not even know about

The days after that text from Jeongin were both peaceful and haunting. You found yourself growing closer to him with each passing moment, the connection between you deepening in a way that felt both safe and terrifying. His kindness, his understanding, made you feel like you could finally breathe—like, for once, you weren’t alone. But still, your past lingered like a shadow you couldn’t escape.

No matter how much Jeongin showed he cared, a part of you remained distant, trapped by the weight of a truth you couldn’t share. And the more time passed, the harder it became to ignore the creeping fear that something—or someone—was about to unravel everything.

It started on a quiet afternoon, the kind where everything feels normal, and you wonder if it’s possible for life to ever truly be calm. You and Jeongin were walking together after school, a routine you’d grown used to. He had his arm slung casually around your shoulders, the weight of his touch making your heart flutter.

“Hey,” Jeongin said softly, looking down at you. “You’ve been a little distant lately. Everything okay?”

You stopped walking, your eyes scanning the ground as your stomach tightened. Everything wasn’t okay. You could feel it—the tension building inside of you, the knowledge that your secret was no longer something you could keep hidden.

“y/n?” Jeongin’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, his fingers gently brushing your arm to get your attention.

You looked up at him, and for the first time in a while, you felt exposed. Your breath caught in your throat. “There’s something I need to tell you,” you murmured, your voice unsteady.

Jeongin’s expression softened. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

You nodded, your heart hammering against your ribs. Can I really do this? You thought to yourself. But as his eyes searched yours with such genuine care, you felt the weight of your past threatening to crush you under its suffocating pressure. It was time to let it go.

“I didn’t move here because of my parents fighting,” you began, the words trembling from your lips. “That’s just part of it. But there’s more. There’s… someone from my past. Someone I was running from.”

Jeongin’s face shifted slightly, his brows furrowing in concern. “What do you mean? Who are you running from?”

Your throat tightened, but you forced yourself to continue. “It’s not just my parents. It’s—” You paused, swallowing hard. “I had an abusive ex. Someone who wouldn’t let go. Someone who… hurt me. I left because I had to. I didn’t want him finding me.”

Jeongin’s grip tightened around your shoulders, his face hardening with anger. “He hurt you?” His voice was low, almost menacing.

You nodded, the fear rushing back to you like a flood. “He never let me go. No matter how many times I tried to break up with him, he would show up, and he would… hurt me, Jeongin. That’s why I left. I couldn’t take it anymore. I thought coming here would help me start over, but I… I don’t know if I’m safe anymore.”

You took a deep breath, feeling the flood of emotion threaten to overtake you, the walls you’d so carefully built beginning to crack.

Jeongin stepped forward, his arms pulling you into a tight hug. “y/n, you’re safe now. I swear to you, no one is going to hurt you. Not as long as I’m here.”

You leaned into his embrace, feeling a brief moment of peace before the unease started creeping back in. It’s not over, you thought. Not yet.

That night, after a quiet dinner with your family, you returned home, your mind still racing. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong—something had changed. The air felt heavier, the silence of your house more oppressive than usual. You found yourself standing in the middle of your room, feeling a chill creeping down your spine.

You shook your head, trying to brush off the paranoia, but something was off. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your heart began to race. You felt like you were being watched again.

And then you noticed it—the journal you had left on your desk. It was open. It had been closed when you left.

You approached cautiously, eyes scanning the pages. Nothing seemed out of place, yet there was this undeniable feeling of intrusion. Someone had been in your room. You knew it. But who?

Your phone buzzed, pulling you from your thoughts. It was a message from Jeongin.

Jeongin: “I was thinking about what you said earlier… about your ex. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I want to make sure you’re always safe, Y/N. No matter what.”

You smiled at his message, but the unease didn’t go away. You knew in your gut that whatever it was that had been watching you—it was still out there. You didn’t feel safe anymore.

You grabbed your phone, typing a quick response.

You: “I’m glad I have you, Jeongin. Thank you for being here.”

But just as you hit send, a sound—a faint tapping—came from your window.

You froze. Your breath caught in your throat. No, you thought. No, no, no.

You tried to shake it off, convinced it was just the wind, but your instincts screamed at you that it was something more.

The tapping came again, louder this time. You turned toward the window, your eyes wide with fear. You knew there was no one out there. But as you moved closer, your heart dropped into your stomach. There, pressed against the glass, was a face you never wanted to see again.

Your ex.

And as your phone buzzed again, this time with a message from Jeongin, your hands shook violently. You couldn’t look away from the face outside your window—the same face you thought you had escaped.

Jeongin: “Don’t worry. I’m outside, right now. I’m here.”

But before you could react, the face outside your window suddenly disappeared, and the darkness felt even colder.

And then, your phone went dead.

Your heart stopped. You weren’t sure whether you were shaking from fear or something much darker that was just beginning to unfold.

The silence in your room feels suffocating as you stand frozen in place, staring out the window. The darkness outside seems to stretch on forever, and for a moment, you convince yourself it’s just your mind playing tricks on you. But then—there it is again.

A faint tapping against the glass, followed by the shadow of a figure.

You back away slowly, your breath shallow, heart racing as you try to gather the strength to move. It’s too real, too tangible. That face. That face you’ve been running from for so long. The one person who has haunted your every step, lurking in the shadows of your life.

No, not now. Not again.

Your mind screams for you to move, to get away, but your body won’t obey. You glance at your phone, the screen dim. It’s dead. You curse under your breath, wishing you could reach Jeongin, wishing he could be here right now. You had just typed the message to him—I’m glad I have you, Jeongin. Thank you for being here. If only you could tell him right now what’s happening. But the phone is useless.

You turn to the door, instinctively reaching for the handle to get out. Maybe I can make it outside. Maybe I can escape before he gets any closer.

Your hands are trembling as you unlock the door, pulling it open just slightly, the cold night air rushing in. But before you can step out, you hear it—the unmistakable sound of a window creaking open.

You whip around, eyes widening as you see a figure slipping inside, a dark silhouette against the dim light. And then you hear the voice.

“y/n…”

The cold dread that washes over you is instant. You recognize the voice. The sickening, familiar voice of the man who has made your life a living nightmare. Your ex. The one you thought you had escaped.

A scream bubbles up in your throat as you stumble back, your heart slamming against your chest in terror. The man steps into the room, his eyes wild and gleaming with anger. In his hand, he’s holding a knife—shiny, gleaming under the weak light from your desk lamp.

“Did you really think you could get away from me, y/n?” he sneers, advancing toward you.

You back away, your mind racing, but your feet feel like they’re glued to the floor. Your body betrays you, paralyzed by fear as he inches closer.

“Stay away from me!” you scream, but it’s barely a whisper, choked by your panic.

He laughs, a low, menacing chuckle, and your heart skips a beat.

“You should have stayed with me, y/n. You should have never left. But I’ll make sure you never forget me.” His grip tightens on the knife, and he lunges toward you.

But just as his hand reaches out to grab you, the front door slams open, and you hear the rush of footsteps pounding toward you.

Jeongin.

You want to call out to him, to scream his name, but your voice catches in your throat. You can barely breathe as the man with the knife is upon you, his eyes wild with madness. You close your eyes, bracing for impact.

Suddenly, there’s a crash. A loud thud. A body slamming into the man.

You open your eyes just in time to see Jeongin wrestling with your ex, a surge of adrenaline coursing through you as you watch the struggle unfold before your eyes. You want to run, to get away, but you can’t move.

You see Jeongin’s hands clasp around the knife wielding arm, his face contorted in sheer desperation. “Get off her!” he shouts, his voice raw with anger.

But just as you think Jeongin has the upper hand, something happens—someone gets stabbed..but who?

“No!” you scream, but it’s too late.

MASTERLIST

pt2..??

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

SKZ As Imaginary Friends| Angst Ver| Jeongin

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Jeongin was a soft presence in her life, created from the deepest corner of her sorrow.

He was everything she wished her son could have been- perfect, innocent, full of love. She never truly expected Jeongin to show up.

Neither did Jeongin ever think he would pop up into existence.

But it seemed the grief of losing her newborn son clawed at her every day, was a wound that refused to heal. She seemed to be consumed by her hurt so deeply that Jeongin's existence was crafted.

She created him. A son that would never leave, a son she could keep safe. And love how she had intended to from the beginning.

He existed in the silence of her home, in the moments when the world around her felt too loud.

He watched her as she went about her days- sitting at the table with him for breakfast, laughing at his small jokes, brushing his hair back; teasing him that is was getting too long and he needed to get it tucked.

At first, Jeongin was uncomfortable with it. From the start he knew he wasn't real and he found it strange to feed into her delusions. He was only a figment, a wish conjured from her desperate need for what she lost.

But the more and more he was around, the more and more he realized that she was a kind lady.

And he grew to love her as if he truly was her son.

She talked to him as if he was real, like he was there. She loved him in ways she couldn't express to the people around her. She held him close when she cried, whispering to him the things she wishes she could have told her real son. She told him about her dreams for his future, her hopes, the things she wanted to share with the child she never got to raise.

And in those moments, Jeongin was everything to her. And she was everything to him. He existed, he was real to her, but he was not real at all. Nevertheless, the love was.

He tried his best to be the son she needed him to be. He listened when she talked, comforted her when the grief overwhelmed her, and promised to always be by her side.

He wanted to be her everything, even though he knew he could never truly be the person she needed him to be.

Not that he cared. As long as she felt peace with him, the state of his being was not a concern to him.

He didn't care that he was trapped in her mind; a creation of love and pain, unable to escape or break free.

But the cracks began to show as the time passed. She became more withdrawn, her eyes hollowed with the weight of grief that continued to crush her.

Jeongin watched her, helpless, as she retreated further into her world. She spoke to him less now, her once bright eyes clouded with sorrow.

One evening, as he sat beside her on the couch, she didn't acknowledge him. She didn't smile when he talked about the day, didn’t laugh at his silly jokes. She just stared straight, her mind a million miles away.

"Mom...look at me?" Jeongin said softly, his voice gentle, almost pleading. He reached out, trying to get her attention, but she didn't respond. She just stared, lost in her own thoughts, unaware that he was there, right beside her.

"I’m here," he whispers, his words barely above a breath. But they fell on deaf ears.

In that moment, Jeongin realized that he was losing her.

Or rather, she losing him.

He was fading from her mind, slipping away as the grief cycle tightened its grip on her heart. She was beginning to forget him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he vanished completely.

He had always known this would happen. He was never meant to last forever.

But it didn't mean he was prepared.

The days blurred together.

"Mommy's...gonna go away for a while." She had told him the day prior.

She was admitted to a hospital, locked away in a place that was supposed to help her heal.

Jeongin felt her heal. He measured her progress by the feeling of the distance growing between them.

He was still there, still standing at the edge of her thoughts, but she was no longer able to hear him, or see him. The doctors say it was a good thing. They tell her she’s making progress, that she’s starting to heal.

Jeongin was happy.

But it hurt more than he could have ever imagined.

One night, after a long day of talking to people who couldn’t always understand, but did their best to, she laid in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Jeongin watched her, heart heavy with the knowledge that this was it.

The end.

“Mom,” he whispered one last time, his voice breaking. “I love you.”

But she didn’t hear him. She didn’t turn toward him.

Her eyes weren't as empty anymore. Rather she was filled with acceptance. Resolve. There was the underlying of sadness streak in her features, but they were accented with the determination to continue. To fight and live.

And with that Jeongin felt the last thread of his existence snap.

The room became cold, and he watched himself in the small mirror on the wall fading, slipping away like dust on the wind.

The next morning, the nurses came in to check on her. The room was empty, save for the faint trace of his presence, but Jeongin was gone.

He disappeared, as he always knew he would.

She was still alive, still breathing, but the empty space beside her, where he used to be, was now filled only with silence.

They tell her she's made significant progress. She even smiles. But deep down she recognizes that something- someone -is missing. And even as she goes about her day, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone, somewhere, was watching over her.

But Jeongin is gone. His love, his presence- nothing but a memory that lingers just out of reach.

Occasionally as she walks through the day, she feels the weight of loss all over again. The grief is still there, swallowing her whole sometimes, and she knows she’ll never be fully be free of it, regardless of her ability to cope.

Because no matter how hard she tries, she can never bring him back.

And Jeongin? He’s left to fade in the shadows of her mind. A phantom trace of his memory tucked away in a crevice of her brain that no one is able to find. A splinter so tiny that you are destined to just live with the sting rather than spend your life trying to find where it is hiding.

A dream that never came true, a son, she can't hold again.

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. ݁₊ 🌌 ⊹ .ᐟ Sapphire | Jeongin x Reader

.ᐟ Pairing: Jeongin x Reader

.ᐟ Genre: Fluff

.ᐟ Word count: 1.8k

.ᐟ Warnings: Nothing (?)

.ᐟ Summary: You and your companions embark on a late-night car ride through the city, however, one of your companions happens to be the individual you hold feelings for.

.ᐟ a.n: This is just short something that I thought of while listening to this song sooo enjoy?

It’s late at night. You and your friends had nothing interesting to do, so boredom quickly overtook your beings. Normally, in this situation, you would just stay at home. The classic evening would take turn once again. You would play games, watch whatever show was playing on the TV and spend a good time with your close ones that you loved so much.

There were two companions that were dear to your heart. Jisung, your best friend since childhood, was one of your daily doses of happiness and joy. He was there for you when you needed him the most, helped you when the times were rough, dried your bloodshed tears full of agony, soothed your pain when you got your heart broken and had all the other best friend qualities. He was like your other part. One couldn’t work without the other, and that was the way this relationship worked. 

And then there was another boy, Jeongin. The word friend tasted salty on your lips when you dared to say it. You would much rather call him something else. Something more meaningful, perhaps. Soulmate? Boyfriend? Lover? Any of those words sounded better than the word friend. You would be jumping from joy if that was the case. But the reality wasn’t that beautiful and astonishing. Maybe in the future, you can say happily that Jeongin being your friend was the lowest naming of your relationship. The couple wave that can be made up will be full of feelings once it happens. But the thing is, will it happen?

Jisung knew about your crush on Jeongin for a long time, even before you knew about it. Jisung as your best friend knew you so well, and he could read your emotions before your own heart realising their presence. It was a dynamic and a skill that you have grown used to. It was a rather helpful trait that Jisung possessed, making your character easier to understand. Not only that, but it has drawn you to so many new emotions and realizations that were attached to your heart. The center of your being always held a special place for the boy, but never crossed the relationship line. You both talked about it and realized that friendship is the only string that’s going to stay attached between the two of you. For some reason, neither of you ever felt something more for each other. Maybe it was the childhood factor? Maybe it was the lack of romanticism between the two of you? You didn’t know. But you were more than happy about the two of you, and you will continue being as happy.

For Jeongin, it was different. Jisung showed up to one of your regular hangouts with Jeongin by his side. The guy seemed rather reserved at first, but as the hours ticked by, his stiffness decreased and his true self slowly showed. Jeongin was rather bubbly when with people he’s comfortable. Playing games with both of you and when he went on a losing streak the shouting and hurt from loosing echoed through the room. You started observing him without you noticing it. The way his hair fell into his face by time, how he raked through it to make it look more presentable, how his eyes snarked their way and perked at surprise - just like a fox. His habits were also what caught your attention. His long skincare routine that you caught a glance of when the three of you had a sleepover, the way he eats his stupid fries and how his facial expressions speak volumes. But his personality is what got you and completely overtook you. His personality was art itself. Kindness that was natural and not forced, occasional shyness that flew through his veins. And you could go on and on. It was ridiculous how much this man captivated you. 

And now, the three of you are in your seats of Jisung’s car. All of you got bored at home, sighing and almost crying from boredom. Late night rides were something that all of you liked and desired when you got tasteless. So without thinking twice, you found yourself in the back of Jisung’s car, Jeongin by your side and loud music cursing through your veins. The mood was already set. You didn’t drink anything yet, but it was definitely on the plans for tonight. Jisung was the driver and master of the vehicle. It was his, and he rarely let someone else drive it. The night was young, but you already felt different. 

You raise in your seat, feeling how the air was hugging your body so suddenly in such a cold but freeily refreshing way. Even if you might fall into the abyss of roads and darkness, you wouldn’t care. The fresh wind that flew tangedly across your body made you feel like a completely shifted being, not caring a bit about problems or promises. You just stood, arms in the air, while the car's top was opened. 

The freedom you felt in the exact moment was too Neverland like that you couldn’t believe it at first. With the utmost energy in your lungs, you took a deep breath and screamed with such intensity that you felt even more free. With the screaming, you felt like all the negativity and positivity left your body in an instant. This is exactly what you needed. A moment like this in your life. Jisung, that was your car driver, blasted the music even louder. Very probably at its maximum volume, which was really loud. But, you didn’t care. You didn’t care a single bit. With the left strength in your lungs and with your hair flying in every possible direction, you sang. You sang your heart out to the song that was playing, playing in such a way that you suddenly felt like it was hugging you as a whole. You loved this song but listening to it in such state, it really amazed you. The lyrics seem to make way more sense now, the fees of the song were absorbed by your own mind and soul. 

The song was you, and you were the song.

When your throat started to burn and your body felt like passing on the road behind you, you decided to plumb back down onto the seats. With the car top closing, and you regaining your breath, the song didn’t stop. Jisung was still in his own world, but Jeongin next to you wasn’t. He was staring at you. He wasn’t twice shameless about it, either. When he took a glance into your eyes and locked his own with them, he couldn’t help but smile. You weren’t drunk. You didn’t drink a single drop of alcohol, but your experience that you lived through just now made you feel like that, but in the best way. With the looks of him and his stare, you couldn’t help but giggle. A series of giggles were coming out of you as the staring prolonged itself. Jeongin laughed himself too after seeing your state of happiness and daze that cursed through your veins. 

The moment both of you calmed was way more intense than the realization itself. Gazes locked, souls intertwining as they began to draw itself near. Without you realizing approximately, he came closer. 

And closer. 

He came so close that you were now inching towards him yourself without worrying about anything else. His lashes that were moving as his stare shifted, skin that was smoother than dolls’ one and hair messy in his face that were like silk itself. 

Without thinking twice about the situation and consequences, you closed your feathery eyes and inched into the final breath and proximity, immediately pressing your soft lips against his plump own. 

You were kissing Jeongin, and he was kissing you.

That’s something you never thought would actually happen but yet here you are, in the presence of your loved one. His moves were so Jeongin. Right but with a hint of urge. His smell that filled your senses and taste of ebony and sweet night that made you dizzy. Every move of his lip that showed something hidden bloom out of it as he walked the path of love towards you.

Hand of his own that was now on your neck whilst yours was entangled in his soft locks, not planning on letting go anytime soon. The grasp was tight but so good that it wouldn’t loosen up even if you wanted it to. 

A soft bite that caught you off guard and made you realise that his tongue was poking your lips. As a gasp left you, the tongue of Jeongin’s rigidly made its way to meet yours. You didn’t fight it, not like you wanted to anyway, and let him find his own pace and space. 

He was gentle, much like you thought, but his senses of lust and desire slowly overtook him. His force was now much more present and the kiss felt more powerful, meaningful. He was holding back but going further than making out wasn’t the best idea that you two could make in the moment.

You both slowly pulled away from each other and tried to regain your breathing as much as your realizations. You blinked and turned away, smiling to yourself like a dumb teenage girl after her first kiss, whilst Jeongin leaned back in his seat and kept his eyes on you. Furthermore, you could feel the little smile on his face, but you didn’t look to confirm it. 

“You’re unbelievable.” Jeongin’s voice immediately made you perk up and give him a small look before looking away in your own direction.

“Why so?” Your voice was low, much more shy than scary or teasing.

“You need to makeout with me before talking about us.” A blush creeped out and overtook your cheeks before you could control anything else. He was right about it but hearing it from him made it harder.

“So what does that make us?” You looked at him and made your question even more clear and straightforward. You wanted an answer and didn’t want to hear a stupid lie or something bothersome. 

“Something more than friends?” That definitely was an answer and you had to think about for a minute. When you were about to bombard your mind with thousand thoughts you caught a glimpse of Jisung’s stare in the mirror. He was smiling in a fond way and more of a relieved one, mainly because the problem of love was about to be resolved. He was happy for both of you, more than happy if he was being honest. It’s true that he didn’t know how the two of you will end up, but at least you wouldn’t live in a constant limbo of thoughts and options. Now, you’ll have a stand. And he’s joyful to witness a moment like this for the both of you.