#jeongin x y/n

[rain-water-flowers]

Don't Tell Nobody

WC: 2500

Synopsis: Every time y/n saw Jeongin her blood boiled. Not because his gang had attempted to take over two of her ports in the last month. Not because he always managed to escape her grasp right as she was close enough to kill him. No. It was the way he looked at her. Like he knew she wanted him. And he wanted her back.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (sorry lol), so much Jeongin calling y/n "good girl", choking, slight slapping, marking, teasing, talks about killing someone, organized crime families, they hate each other at first but they want each other so bad it was inevitable, oral (m. receiving), facefucking, crying, Jeongin tells reader to "take it" multiple times, rough sex, they cuddle at the end (a little), dom!jeongin, sub!reader, I think that's it..?

A/n: This was actually so fun to write omg. I wanna do another one lol. I wrote it over several days so I feel like it's a little choppy, sorry. As always thanks to my beta @midnighthazee and also, I didn't really know what I was talking about because I didn't do any research on mafias so... do with that information what you will. Enjoy :)))

The first time they met was at Crew 13. Their families had been discussing a truce – each with different organized crime groups – but all they could see was each other. Stares charged with tension and thoughts racing. 

Crew 13 was a discreet underground and neutral nightclub where the families often met to discuss and negotiate peace. It was also the place they often met due to familial business. 

Back at the club tonight, she had been told to play extra nice tonight with the Yang family. She was going to be the head of her own family soon, and she needed to keep her cool and oversee the agreement that they would be signing tonight.

Jeongin, however, showed up with a smug smirk and an attitude, ready to provoke her despite them both being told to play nice. 

They hated each other, but the heat between them was so intense they had no other option but to also want each other.

He walked up to her – the families having time to mingle before getting down to business – confident strides and enough cockiness to beat out every man's ego in the room.

“Jeongin,” y/n said, smiling warmly and drawing out the syllables like she was tasting them. 

“Y/n.” He didn’t smile politely like she did. He only kept that same annoying smirk and looked straight into her eyes, seeming like he was looking into her soul for something. 

Despite his seemingly cold demeanor, she moved closer anyway. The room full of mobsters faded to a hum. “Still trying to take my ports?”

“Still trespassing on my streets?” he responded, the smirk growing on his face.

Their gazes on each other were tension filled, both of them ignoring it and pretending it was business. Pretending that they hadn’t almost kissed in a back alley three months ago when y/n had held a knife to his throat and he’d dared her to use it. 

She hadn’t. But her hand had shaken, just slightly. 

Now, her eyes flicked to his lips again, remembering that night three months ago. “You know you can’t kill me. As much as you want to.” She whispered, too low for anyone else to hear. She was using the fact that their families were to be allies against him. It made her feel like she had the upper hand. 

He leaned in, breath warm against her ear. “That’s what pisses me off the most.” As much as he wanted to slit her throat, there was something about y/n he couldn’t get out of his head. Her intense eyes, her fierce attitude, maybe even the fact that he can’t do what he wants with her. It made his blood boil. 

—------

Later that night, when the deal was done and their families were drunk enough to either keep drinking or go home, Jeongin found y/n on the rooftop of the seemingly abandoned building where Crew 13 was located. He admired the way the moonlight caressed her skin, making her glow softly in the darkness. 

“Thought you’d left,” he said, stepping directly behind her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. The warmth of his very close body contrasts the breeze from the cool night on her skin.

“I was waiting.”

“For what?”

“You.”

He grabbed her wrist before he could think twice, forcibly turning her toward him, her back pressed against the ledge of the roof. “Don’t play games with me.”

She didn’t flinch. Just looked at him like she wanted to tear him apart and fall into his arms at the same time. “I’m not playing games, Jeongin.”

“Then what is it that you want?” 

Y/n looked into his eyes, seeing how much intense want they were holding in them. 

Her eyes drifted down to his lips and she gave in and kissed him.

It was violent, needy, filled with everything they weren’t allowed to say. Jeongin’s hands were on her hips, hers tugging at his hair. If anyone saw, they'd both be in so much more than trouble. This wasn’t allowed. They were from rival families after all, even if they were signing a truce. You never get involved with a rival family. Ever. 

But at that moment, they didn't think of that. There was only heat. Teeth. Hands. Desperation. It was messy and everything they needed in the moment. 

When they finally broke apart, gasping, y/n had a teasing smile on her face. 

“This changes nothing,” he muttered, not able to look away from her lips, his own bottom one pulled between his teeth. 

“Doesn’t feel like it.” she replied, running her hands down the plane of his chest and gripping his hard cock.

After that, she pulled away from him, calmly walking back into the building and heading down the club. Jeongin stood there, slight annoyance simmering beneath his skin. Y/n was so aggravating and he knew better than to get involved with her, even if just sexually. 

But he couldn't stay away for long.

—------

They met again in the back of an abandoned factory, two weeks later. Since that night, they had been meeting up in secret, always surrendering to their desires and ending up all over each other, making out, breathing each other in.

Tonight though, it was storming outside. Fitting, really – thunder shaking the ground beneath them, almost trying to keep them apart.

Y/n was already there, sitting on a rusty foldable chair, knife in hand, legs crossed, and still radiating a magnetic aura despite the dark and dusty factory they were in. 

Jeongin stepped out of the shadow water dripping from his coat. 

“You’re late,” she said casually, like she hadn’t been watching the door since sunset.

“You’re fucking insane,” he replied, “calling me here. What if someone followed, hm? Saw us together alone?” 

Y/n knew Jeongin loved to play the ‘what if we get caught’ game, but she knew he really didn’t care. They had already crossed the line two weeks ago, and they refused to go back.

Her eyes gleamed in the dark. “Did they?” 

��No, you know I’m way better than that,” he said. “But that doesn't mean they won’t figure it out. You think your people won’t notice you keep disappearing every night? Won’t notice these meetings?”

She stood up from the chair, slow, deliberate. “Let them notice.” She walked toward him, every step leaving him more and more annoyed. 

Just as she reached out for him, he caught her wrist. “This is dangerous.”

Y/n looked down at his hand, then back at him. “Your point?” 

Then they were kissing again, like it was a mistake they couldn’t stop making. Like they were starving and the only sustenance was each other.

This time though, unlike the many others, it wasn’t rushed. It was slow. Controlled. Like they were memorizing the shape of this moment in case it was their last. 

They were so caught up in each other that they were barely able to pull apart when they heard the loud bang of the main factory door slamming open.

They both jumped apart, reaching for their weapons. Instinct. Survival. 

But it wasn’t a hitman, or an assassin, or a rival gang trying to kill them. It was Hyunwoo – Jeongins second-in-command. 

He stood there, wide-eyed, gun drawn, betrayal written across his face. “You’ve got to fucking kidding me.”

“Hyunwoo–” Jeongin began. 

“You’re fucking y/n?”

Y/n was already thinking of ways to knock him out and tie him up and convince him – very strongly – to not tell their families. 

“You’re a nosy one aren't you?” she said, voice calm and controlled and almost teasing.

“Shut up,” Hyunwoo snarled. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done, Jeongin? If the boss finds out – if your father finds out–”

“I’ll handle it.”

“No, you won't. Because this – this isn’t just personal. This is against our rules, against what we stand for as a family. You do not get involved with a rival family.”

Jeongin looked at y/n. 

She looked back. 

There was no way back now. They were too obsessed with each other. They could either explain to their families what they’ve been doing and try to convince them to leave them be, or…they could kill Hyunwoo and keep their meetings a secret. 

As they looked at each other they knew what they had to do. Jeongin wasn’t too fond of him anyway.

—----

After they had taken care of Hyunwoo that night, they continued to meet up once a week instead of nearly every night. They had started to give into more and more of their desires, taking their make out sessions further and further until those sessions turned into rough fucking. 

Jeongin smirked as he pinned y/n to the bed, her wrists trapped above her head in one of his large hands. “You’re going to be a good girl for me aren’t you, baby?” he purred mockingly. “Going to spread your legs nice and wide and let me use this needy cunt?” 

Y/n glared at him, almost wanting to challenge him, but as soon as he wrapped his other hand around her throat she whimpered and lost her thoughts. 

“Keep your hands up there, baby.” Jeongin commanded, a smug look on his face as she obeyed. He wasted no time in trailing his hand down her torso, squeezing and pinching her nipples. 

“So fucking perfect,” he muttered, tugging on her sensitive buds. “Gonna mark these tits up, make everyone see who owns them.”

Y/n was so sensitive that she tried to protest, but it came out as a moan as Jeongin ground his rock-hard cock against her. She could feel the damp patch growing in his slacks, knew how much he wanted to use her. 

“Such a needy little thing, huh?” Jeongin growled, grinding harder. “Desperate for my cock, aren’t you? Gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be feeling it for days.” 

Y/n whimpered, hating how true his words were. She was so needy for him it was embarrassing. Her pussy was drenched, juices soaking through her panties and staining her lace underwear. Jeongin released her throat and brought his hand to her thigh, delivering a harsh smack to the side of her upper thigh. 

“You wanna suck me off, pretty girl?” He asked. Y/n knew even though it was presented as a question, it was really a command. 

She nodded her head eagerly and he climbed over her body to straddle her chest. “Open up, baby,” he demanded, tapping her lips with the head of his cock. “Show me how much you love choking on it.” 

Y/n opened her mouth eagerly and wrapped her lips around his tip, swirling her tongue to lap up the pre-cum leaking from his slit. Jeongin groaned and fisted a hand in her hair, forcing himself deeper.

“That’s it, sweetheart, take it all,” he grunted, thrusting into her mouth. “Fucking take it like a good girl.” 

Y/n gagged as he hit the back of her throat but didn’t pull away. She loved how heavy and thick and hard he felt on her tongue, loved the taste of him. 

Jeongin fucked her face ruthlessley, using her mouth like his own personal toy. Drool dripped down her chin as she struggled to breathe around him, tears falling from her eyes. 

“Look at you,” Jeongin panted, smirking down at her. “So fucking pretty when you cry, baby. You were made for this.” 

He finally pulled out, y/n gasping for air, spit and tears smeared across her face. Jeongin slapped his cock against her lips again, cock twitching at how messy she looked.

He moved back down her body, gripping her hips and situating himself between her legs, throwing them over his shoulders. “Gonna fuck you so hard, baby,” he promised darkly, notching the head of his cock at the entrance of her dripping pussy. “Gonna ruin you for everyone else.”

With that, he slammed into her to the hilt, burying himself balls-deep in her dipping mess. Y/n cried out at the sudden intrusion, fingers scrabbling for something to grip, her hands fisting the sheets. 

“So tight for me,” Jeongin groaned, setting a brutal pace. “Gonna break you, pretty girl.” 

Y/n could only sob and take it as he pounded into her, each thrust shaking the bed beneath them. Her pussy squelched obscenely with every drive of his cock, her juices dripping down his thighs. 

“That's it, baby. So good for me, hm?” Jeongin growled, leaning over her and gripping her throat. He yanked her head toward him to bring his lips to hers. 

Y/n was so lost in all of the sensations she couldn’t keep up with her thoughts or the rough way he was pounding into her. He pulled away and y/n gasped for air, everything feeling like too much.

“Ahh-ah, pleaseplease, fuck,” Y/n cried out, feeling her orgasm building rapidly. “Gonna–” she cut herself off with a loud moan as he tilted his hips and hit her spot head on.

“I know, baby. Feels so good, yeah?” Jeongin said, sounding too gentle for how aggressive he was fucking her. “Gonna fill you up, pretty.” 

That nearly sent y/n over the edge. She was dangerously close to cumming, feeling everything all at once and feeling like she could pass out. 

“You wanna cum for me? Go ahead, baby.” Jeongin groaned, feeling y/n tighten around him. It felt so good that he started fucking her faster, almost impossible with how fast he was already going. 

The bed started creaking, protesting the rough treatment and y/n let out the loudest moan she ever has in her whole life. Her eyes rolled so far back in her head as she came, she would have been scared they would get stuck had she been any more aware of anything that was happening around her. 

Jeongin let out a loud groan at how tight she got around him, thrusting him toward his climax at an alarming rate. 

“Fuck, baby. Take it,” he said in a strained and low voice as he slammed into her one last time before he stilled deep inside her, filling her up with so much of his cum it started to leak out of the sides. 

They collapsed together in a sweaty, sticky mess, Jeongins softening cock still buried in her warm dripping cunt. He nuzzled into her neck and bit down hard enough to leave a mark that would stay for days. Y/n let out a soft cry at the pain that coursed through her.

“Such a good girl,” he purred so sweetly in her ear. “Took my cock so well, yeah?” 

Y/n could only hum in agreement, too fucked out to say anything back. She knew that tomorrow she would have to pretend to hate him still, but all she felt right now was complete and satisfied bliss. And that was enough.

[viasdreams]

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texts with boyfriend jeongin !!

a/n: i mourn his ginger (idk if it’s actually ginger, just whatever that^^ hair is) hair everyday :((

fake text m.list ☁︎⋅

[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.

[0omillo0]

Calling you clingy

Jeongin x reader ;༊๋࣭ angst comfort

Jeongin wasn’t much for skinship and giving much attention—at least, not with most people. But with you, everything was different. He wanted to hold you, to wrap you in his arms when life felt heavy on your shoulders, to make you feel loved and safe. He knew about your past relationship—the one where your ex had made you feel like you were “too much,” had called you clingy whenever you tried to express your need for affection or reassurance.

Jeongin hated that someone had made you feel that way. So with you, he went out of his way to make sure you never felt like a burden. He’d pull you into his arms after a long day, kiss your forehead, and whisper, “I’ve got you.” You were his entire world, and he made sure you knew it.

But even the strongest relationships have their cracks.

It started like any other day. Jeongin had practice with the group, and you had work at your demanding job. He was stressed, but he’d kissed you goodbye that morning, promising to call you when he was free. You went to work feeling warm from the gesture, but as the hours passed, everything began to fall apart.

Your boss had been in a particularly bad mood, snapping at you over trivial mistakes. The girls in the office, who you knew were jealous of your relationship with Jeongin, whispered cruel things behind your back, loud enough for you to hear. By the time the day was over, you were emotionally drained and on the verge of tears.

You wanted nothing more than to call Jeongin. But you hesitated, not wanting to interrupt him at practice. You’d been told you were clingy before; you didn’t want him to think the same.

Jeongin, on the other hand, was having a nightmare of a day. Practice was grueling, and tensions were high among the members. Everyone was snippy, tired, and frustrated. Jeongin was trying to hold it together, but his patience was wearing thin.

His phone buzzed in his bag, but he ignored it, too overwhelmed to deal with anything else.

Your bad day turned worse when you stopped to pick up some groceries on the way home. That’s when a stranger approached you, his intentions anything but friendly.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he said, stepping into your personal space.

You tried to brush him off politely, but he persisted. “Come on, don’t be like that. Just one drink.”

“I’m not interested,” you said firmly, but your voice wavered. He didn’t seem to care, following you down the street as panic bubbled in your chest.

You grabbed your phone and texted Jeongin.

“Innie, there’s a guy following me.”

“Innie, please answer. I’m scared.”

When he didn’t reply, you called him. Once. Twice. Ten times. Each time the call went unanswered, your panic grew. Finally, on the tenth call, he picked up.

“Innie!” you cried, your voice trembling. “Please, I—”

“What do you want?!” Jeongin’s voice was sharp, laced with irritation. “Y/N, I’m busy! Can’t you leave me alone for five minutes? He was right… You’re so clingy!”

The word cut through you like a knife.

“Innie,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I… I’m sorry.”

He hung up before you could explain.

The tears you’d been holding back spilled over as you ducked into a nearby alley, your body shaking with sobs. You felt completely alone. Desperate, you called your best friend, who immediately came to pick you up.

Jeongin didn’t look at his phone again until hours later, when practice was finally over. He trudged home, exhaustion heavy in his limbs, and sank onto the couch, grabbing his phone to check his notifications.

When he saw your texts, his heart stopped.

“Innie, please answer. I need you.”

“Innie, there’s a guy following me.”

“I’m hiding. Please, Jeongin, help me.”

His stomach dropped. He immediately tried calling you, but your phone went straight to voicemail.

“Y/N, please,” he texted. “I’m so sorry. Please let me know you’re safe.”

Minutes later, his phone buzzed. But it wasn’t you.

“She’s safe,” your best friend texted. “But she doesn’t want to talk to you right now.”

Jeongin sank to the floor, guilt washing over him in waves. You had needed him—really needed him—and he had let you down. Worse, he had been cruel.

For days, Jeongin tried everything to make it up to you. He sent flowers to your best friend’s house, along with your favorite snacks and handwritten notes. But you didn’t respond. The silence was unbearable.

Then, finally, a text came through.

“I’m coming home. We need to talk.”

Jeongin paced the living room anxiously, his heart racing when he heard the door unlock. You stepped inside, your expression guarded, your eyes swollen from crying. He froze, guilt hitting him all over again.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his voice shaking. “I’m so sorry.”

You set your bag down but didn’t move closer. “You called me clingy. I… trusted you...”

His throat tightened. “I didn’t mean it. I was stressed, and I… I took it out on you. I was wrong. I should have answered. I should have been there for you.” His voice cracked. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’ll never forgive myself for letting you down.”

“You weren’t just not there,” you said, your voice trembling. “You hurt me, Jeongin. You said the one thing I was most afraid of hearing. Do you know how hard it was for me to reach out? And you…” Tears spilled down your cheeks. “You made me feel like I was too much. Again.”

“You’re not too much,” he said quickly, stepping closer but stopping when he saw you flinch. “You’re everything to me, Y/N. You’re the best thing in my life, and I ruined it. I’ll do anything to fix this. —whatever you need, I’ll do it. Just don’t leave me.”

You looked at him, torn between your love for him and the fear of being hurt again. “I don’t know if I can trust you not to do it again.”

Tears were streaming down his face. “I’ll prove it to you. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you if that’s what it takes.” He reached for your hands but didn’t hold them, waiting for your permission. “Please, Y/N. Don’t give up on me.”

After a long moment, you let him take your hands. “I need time, Jeongin. I’m not ready to forgive you yet.”

“I’ll wait,” he whispered. “I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

In the weeks that followed, Jeongin kept his word. He communicated openly about his feelings, and never missed an opportunity to remind you how much you meant to him.

When you finally felt ready to come home, he held you in his arms like you were his entire world. Because to him, you were.

It wasn’t easy, but together, you rebuilt what had been broken—proving that love, when nurtured with care and effort, could overcome even the deepest wounds.

tags: @intartaruginha @hannamoon143 @whoa-jo

[strrykais]

(☘︎) ─── long story short

you’ve known yang jeongin since you were kids, until one day he leaves you unexpectedly without a word for years. but that night, the last night you two hung out, he left you with a little more than a memory ; his unplanned baby.

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hush

your boyfriend loves to play with you in bed for hours on end. it’s not your fault you get loud after so much teasing, right?

content info — yang jeongin x afab!reader, 1.4k words, smut, established relationship

content warnings — nsfw, reader has a tummy, no gendered terms but reader has a vagina & boobs

notes — i return from my hiatus bearing this drabble-turned-oneshot as penance. i completely missed kinktober AND kinkmas.... sigh :( oh well, enjoy this lil snippet of dom jeongin!! ^^ smut warnings under the cut

smut warnings — dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, subspace, fingering, overstimulation, ruined orgasm, heavy petname usage sorry.., face slapping, crying, dacryphilia if you squint, a sprinkle of cockwarming, rough sex, praise and the teensiest bit of degradation(?), tummy cumshot, light aftercare (more done offscreen), mm i think that's it!

“a-ah, ‘yennie, ‘s too much,” you sniffle pathetically, pawing weakly at the hand that’s been toying between your legs for the better part of the last two hours. jeongin coos down at you from where he props himself up on an arm near your side, tilting his head as his lips curl into a smile, deep dimples popping out as if to mock your pitiful state. his other hand stays occupied with your silky heat, and just the sight of the veins protruding in his busy forearm as he works you has you soaking the sheets alone.

“it’s too much, baby?” he echoes condescendingly, eyes crinkling into mirthful crescents at the sound of your pussy squelching obscenely when he finally works two fingers inside your pussy with no resistance. you moan loudly at the delicious stretch of his long, dexterous fingers, delighted at finally having something inside after only being rubbed at and rubbed at up until now, and he grunts in response.

“shit… tight little cunt,” he mutters, crooking his fingers just right to prod at that gooey spot deep within. your whole body jolts as if connected to a live wire, and he moans breathily at the sight. “ah, fuck, is it there, baby? that’s what you want?”

you cry out in response, eyes slamming shut as you nod desperately. your hips begin to hump embarrassingly fast against his palm, but you’re so far gone you can’t even consider stopping yourself. jeongin chuckles at the tears welling up in your eyes as you fuck on his hand like a rabbit in heat, eagerly chasing your orgasm as it draws closer and closer.

he surprisingly allows it without complaint; if you had a drop of coherency left in your cotton-filled brain, you'd question his merciful behavior, but you're submerged too deep in the fuzzy headspace you oh so love to even think about anything other than the pleasure he's giving you. you babble out your incoherent thanks and rut impossibly harder against his palm, but just as your stomach begins to contract and the heat in your abdomen roars to an inferno, he pulls away.

you nearly scream aloud in frustration when your clit pulses angrily at the ruined orgasm. “jeongin!" you wail. "please, don’t be c-cruel,” sniffling, you shove your own hand down to swipe needily at your clit, pretty little head swooning with so much pleasure you can't even consider the consequences your desperation may bring. “need you, daddy, please, please please!” you cry out, frame thrashing wildly against the sheets with how sensitive you are now.

your boyfriend grunts and shifts to loom over you, brushing away his dark bangs so he can see how fucked out you are beneath him. he scoffs once, disbelieving at how you're still babbling and even beginning to drool onto his sheets, before he lands a harsh slap to your cheek. "hush, baby," he spits out, palming his flushed cock right over your heaving soft tummy. the hit leaves your skin hot and stinging in its wake, and you gasp. "god, you're so fucking needy, huh?" he drawls, polishing his tip with a sensitive hiss.

you didn't even realize the slap brought fresh tears to your eyes until they start falling right over the delicate spot where you were struck and you whine, clit pulsing with renewed delight at the pain. it finally manages to shut you up and he smirks when you eventually manage to still and fall silent, save for your intermittent sniffles and heavy breathing. he groans and tips his head forward to press an uncoordinated kiss to your lips at the sight of you peering up at him through wet lashes, patiently waiting for whatever he'll dish out next.

"ah, you're so good to me, sweetheart," jeongin murmurs into your mouth before tangling his tongue with yours. you moan against his lips as he sucks filthily on your tongue, and your noises only grow louder when you feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. you break the kiss to pant and stare down at where he pushes in until your head subconsciously falls back against the pillow at the stretch. despite him preparing you with his digits not long ago, it's still a tight fit every time you fuck your boyfriend simply because of his sheer size.

the soaking wet warmth that envelops him must take a toll on him too, especially with how long he's been working the both of you up. jeongin moans at the feeling and his arms begin to shake as he bottoms out. he leans down to lap sloppily at the crook under your jaw while you both catch your breaths. "just warm my cock for a li'l, okay, baby?" he mutters, abs clenching erratically as he does his best to stave off his orgasm. you nod, eager to please and be good, but it doesn't take long before you get squirmy.

who can blame you, though? with his hard cock finally sheathed inside after endless teasing, it's a wonder how you've even held on this long at all. you find yourself writhing again before you know it, fingers threaded into the sheets near your head as you begin to mindlessly beg and tilt your hips up, eager for stimulation. "daddy, please move, plea—"

"sh, shh, angel," he cuts you off, pulling back to loom over you once again. "i know, i know," he croons sweetly when you begin to cry again at the first gentle rolls of his hips. he kisses those salty tears away and begins to thrust harder, rougher, until you're eventually being shifted up the bed with the force and the headboard is rattling against the wall in a steady rhythm.

you don't even register your volume until jeongin is pressing a clammy palm against your mouth to muffle you, still fucking into you like a toy. "shhh, shh," he soothes again, and your eyes roll back when a slight shift of the angle has his tip suddenly pounding into your g-spot. "that's it, sweetheart, just take it. i'll let you come soon, okay? y-you.. fuck," he pants, cock twitching deep inside when you clench hard at his words, "you're so beautiful. milkin' my cock for me, bein' such a good girl, hm?" you whine, eyes slammed shut and brows furrowed in pleasure, and the pornographic moan he lets out at the sight finally tips you over the edge.

"oh, o-oh," jeongin gasps at the way your walls flutter around him, sucking him in deep and demanding his seed. "shit, baby," he grunts, thrusts growing erratic and losing their rhythm as his own orgasm builds impossibly fast. "cream all over my cock like that, and i'll– ah, fuck- cumming cumming—!" he cries; just before you can feel warmth flood your poor, abused pussy, his cock is sliding out of you with an embarrassingly loud noise and he's painting the plush skin below your bellybutton with ropes of white, warm cum.

he jerks and milks himself above you with his eyes pressed shut and mouth wide open as a long, drawn-out groan escapes him. when he's finally spent, he collapses beside you in a sweaty heap with a sated sigh. it's the last thing you see before your eyes drift shut in exhaustion, and when they crack open again he's plastered against your clean stomach, head pillowed happily on a naked boob.

your throat clicks dryly when you try to speak, and he's quick to snap up and fumble with a nearby water bottle, swiftly unscrewing it and pressing it to your lips. when he deems you adequately hydrated, he pulls away and sets it down as you roll your neck around, stretching out your limbs. "hey, sleepyhead. you enjoy your nap?" he grins, returning to his spot amongst your chest. your eyes roll but you give a dopey smile right back, fucked out and soft from the afterglow.

"mhm..." you sigh, tilting his chin up for a kiss. jeongin complies with a happy noise and you pull back before things can get heated again. your poor cunt can't handle another round just yet.

"love you," he murmurs, tucking his face into your neck. you thread your hands through his dark tresses, mussed and a bit smelly from all the activity, but you love it all the same. as his breath begins to peter out into a slower, more even rhythm, your own breath begins to sync as you all but melt into the mattress under his comforting weight. "love you, too," you mutter before slipping off into sleep once more, satisfied, warm, and sated in the arms of the man you love most.

[4linos]

fractured silence.

yang jeongin x idol!reader

synopsis: when your pregnancy complicates your secret relationship, the emotional distance between you and your boyfriend grows, leaving you unsure of where you stand and what the future holds.

warnings: pregnancy, angst, hurt/comfort, miscommunication.

wc: 5807

[fractured silence part 2]

The fluorescent lights above buzzed softly, casting a cold glow over the pristine bathroom tiles. Your hands trembled as they gripped the edges of the sink, the single test staring back at you with undeniable certainty. Two lines. A result that changed everything. A result that confirmed your deepest fear.

Your breath hitched, chest tightening as an overwhelming wave of emotions crashed over you fear, confusion, love, guilt. You covered your mouth with both hands, as if you could muffle the sobs that were threatening to break free. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now. Not like this.

You had worked too hard, sacrificed too much to get where you were. You were an idol, a member of a four-member girl group under HYBE, standing at the peak of your career. Every step had been meticulously planned, every move watched, scrutinized, dissected by the public and the company. And now? Now you were pregnant.

The reality of it made your knees weak, and you sank to the cool tiled floor, arms wrapping around yourself in a feeble attempt to hold it all together. You weren’t just scared, you were terrified. Of what this meant for you, for your career, for your group. But more than anything, you were terrified of telling him.

Jeongin.

You had met him years ago casually, in passing, during award shows and music broadcasts. Back then, it was just polite greetings, stolen smiles, the occasional lingering glance that neither of you had acknowledged. But two years ago, everything changed.

A late-night conversation in a quiet corner of a backstage hallway turned into something more. A fleeting moment of vulnerability became the catalyst for a secret whirlwind romance, one that had started as a casual fling but had quickly spiraled into something deeper, something real.

At first, you had kept it hidden from everyone your members, his members, your companies. But secrecy had its limits. Eventually, the truth slipped out, first to your respective groups, then to your companies. You had braced yourself for backlash, for strict ultimatums, but instead, you had been met with quiet acceptance. They allowed you to be together under one condition: the world could never know.

And you had been okay with that. Because you loved him. Because he loved you. Because even in the shadows, your love had been enough.

But this? This was something no amount of secrecy could contain.

A soft knock on the bathroom door made you flinch, but you were too frozen in your panic to respond.

“Hey, are you okay?”

It was Jinae, your leader’s voice soft, concerned. Another knock followed, firmer this time. “We saw you come in here a while ago. You’ve been quiet ever since.”

You swallowed hard, trying to force the sobs back down your throat, but it was useless. The moment you tried to answer, your voice cracked, and that was all it took.

The door creaked open, and in an instant, they were there. Your members. Your sisters.

Their eyes widened at the sight of you on the floor, cheeks streaked with silent tears, shoulders trembling. No words were needed, they rushed to your side, arms wrapping around you in a protective cocoon, grounding you in the way only they could.

“What happened?” Minsu whispered, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

You squeezed your eyes shut, clutching onto the fabric of their hoodies like a lifeline. And then, in a voice so fragile it barely felt like your own, you confessed the truth.

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence. A moment of pure, stunned silence.

And then soft shushing, gentle hands holding yours, arms tightening around you in silent reassurance.

You had expected judgment, disappointment, fear. Instead, all you got was warmth.

“We’re here,” Jinae murmured against your hair. “No matter what, we’re here.”

Tears spilled freely now, but they weren’t just from fear. They were from relief.

But even with their comfort, one thought still lingered at the forefront of your mind, a gnawing dread you couldn’t shake.

You had to tell Jeongin.

And you didn’t know if you were ready to face what came next.

Jinae, Minsu, and Chae were all huddled around you, their warmth the only thing keeping you from completely unraveling. Your breath hitched between sobs as you clung to them, your words tumbling out between gasps of air.

“I—I don’t know how to tell Jeongin,” you choked out, your fingers digging into Minsu’s sleeve. “I don’t even know how the company will react, or the fans, God, the fans. What if..what if they hate me? What if this ruins everything?”

Your voice cracked on the last word, the weight of your fears suffocating. This wasn’t just about you anymore. It was about Jeongin, your career, his career. It was about the life growing inside you.

Jinae, ever the leader, was the first to respond. She cupped your cheeks, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to look at her. Her expression was firm, unwavering. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice low but fierce. “You are not alone in this.”

Chae tightened her arms around your shoulders, resting her chin on your head. “She’s right. We’ll fight for you.”

Minsu squeezed your hand, her touch gentle yet steady. “No matter what happens, we’re here. We’ll stand by you, we’ll stand with you.”

Their words, their certainty, it should have eased you, but your heart still clenched painfully. You let out a shaky breath, shaking your head. “But what if Jeongin—” You hesitated, your worst fear clawing at your throat. “What if he doesn’t want this?”

The thought made your stomach twist. You loved him. He loved you. But this? A baby? It was something neither of you had planned. Something that could change everything.

Jinae didn’t hesitate. “Then we’ll handle it. We’ll figure it out. But you need to talk to him first.”

Chae nodded against you. “And we’ll be right here, no matter what happens.”

You let their words sink in, let yourself believe in them. Because despite everything the uncertainty, the fear you knew one thing for sure.

You weren’t alone. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to give you the strength to face what came next.

Jinae’s hands remained firm on your shoulders, her thumbs brushing away stray tears as she met your swollen eyes with quiet determination. Her presence was grounding, just like it always had been. She was your leader, yes, but she was also your closest friend, someone who had seen you at your highest and now, at your most vulnerable.

She hesitated for a second before asking, “Do you want us to be there when you tell him?”

The question sent another wave of emotions crashing through you. The idea of having them with you, of not having to face this moment alone, was tempting. More than tempting. But this wasn’t something Jeongin needed to hear from a group. It was something he needed to hear from you.

Before you could answer, Minsu let out a dramatic sigh, folding her arms over her chest. “Just say the word, and we’ll be there for backup,” she said, puffing up her chest like a soldier preparing for battle. “And if he says the wrong thing—” She cracked her knuckles in exaggerated slow motion. “He’s gonna have to deal with us.”

You let out a choked laugh, half a giggle and half a sob, burying your face in your hands. “Minsu,” you sniffled, voice muffled, “you’re not going to fight my boyfriend.”

“No promises,” she muttered, crossing her arms.

Chae, who had been silent, reached up and wiped at your tears with the oversized sleeve of her hoodie, her touch delicate as if she were handling glass. “She’s just saying we’ve got your back,” she murmured. “No matter what.”

Your heart clenched painfully. How had you gotten so lucky to have them? These girls, your groupmates, your family were the only reason you weren’t completely falling apart right now.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. “I need to do this alone. At least for now.”

Jinae studied you for a moment, making sure you weren’t just saying that out of fear. Then, with a small nod, she squeezed your hand. “Okay. But if you change your mind—”

“We’re just one call away,” Chae finished.

Minsu placed a hand over her heart dramatically. “Or, you know, one emergency text away from storming in like we own the place.”

You smiled, really smiled, even if it was small and shaky. “I know.”

For the first time since you saw those two lines on the test, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as lost as you thought.

Now, all that was left was to face Jeongin. And that was the part that scared you the most.

The drive to Jeongin’s place was quiet, save for the occasional hum of the car engine and the soft clicking of Minsu’s nails against the steering wheel. She didn’t press you for conversation, didn’t demand answers you weren’t ready to give. Instead, she simply offered her presence, her silent support, exactly what you needed.

As she pulled up in front of his apartment complex, she shifted the car into park and turned to face you. “You sure you don’t want me to come up?” she asked, her tone casual, but the concern in her eyes betrayed her.

You exhaled shakily, fingers twisting in your lap. “I’m sure.”

Minsu didn’t argue. Instead, she reached over and squeezed your hand, tight and reassuring. “Alright,” she said. “But if you need anything, anything just call me, okay?”

You nodded, your throat too tight to form words.

She watched you for a moment longer before sighing and ruffling your hair playfully. “You got this.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you gave her a small, grateful smile before stepping out of the car.

As soon as the door shut behind you, your nerves skyrocketed. Your feet felt like lead as you made your way through the familiar hallways of Jeongin’s building, your heartbeat loud in your ears. You hadn’t even told him you were coming. You had no idea how he’d react.

Would he be excited? Confused? Would he… be upset?

The thought made your stomach twist painfully.

Before you could psych yourself out any further, you found yourself in front of his door. Your hands were trembling as you raised your fist and knocked.

A few seconds passed before you heard footsteps approaching. Then, the door swung open, revealing Jeongin in a loose hoodie and sweatpants, his hair slightly messy as if he’d just been lounging around.

His brows furrowed in surprise. “Hey, what are you doing here?” he asked, but before you could answer, he was already pulling you inside, pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead, and wrapping his arms around you in a tight, familiar embrace.

The warmth of him, the scent of his shampoo, the way he immediately melted into you, it almost made you forget, just for a second.

Almost.

When he pulled away, his smile faltered. His gaze dropped to your face, taking in the red puffiness around your eyes, the lingering dampness on your cheeks. His hands came up to cradle your face gently, his thumbs brushing against your skin with concern.

His brows knit together. “Hey… what’s wrong?”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

“Did something happen?” His grip on you tightened slightly, his worry only growing. “Did the company say something to you?”

You shook your head, still unable to speak.

Jeongin exhaled sharply, his mind racing. “Did you go reading those stupid comments again? You know you’re not supposed to do that—”

His voice was a mix of frustration and worry, not at you, but at the world that always seemed to weigh too heavily on your shoulders. Because that was who he was. He always worried for you, always looked out for you in ways you never had to ask for. That was what you loved about him.

And that was what made this so much harder.

Because now, you had to tell him something that would change everything.

The dam you had been desperately trying to hold together finally shattered. The sobs came suddenly, violently, your shoulders shaking as the overwhelming fear and uncertainty you had been bottling up for days erupted all at once.

Jeongin’s eyes widened, his hands squeezing your arms in alarm. “Hey, hey—” His voice was urgent, frantic, yet unbearably gentle. “What happened? Please, talk to me.”

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat, lost between ragged breaths and the crushing weight of your emotions. You felt like you were drowning.

Then, with a broken gasp, you forced the words out, barely above a whisper.

“I’m pregnant.”

The room fell silent.

You could feel Jeongin freeze, his entire body going rigid, his breath hitching. His hands, which had been holding you, suddenly stilled.

For a long, agonizing moment, he didn’t move. Didn’t say anything.

And that silence was enough to make your heart drop into your stomach.

Panicked, you quickly looked up at him, your eyes wild with unshed tears. “I’m sorry,” you choked out. “I—I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t know how to tell you, I was scared—”

Jeongin’s head snapped up, his brows knitting together. “Why are you apologizing?” His voice was soft but firm, like he couldn’t understand why those words were even leaving your mouth.

You swallowed hard, tears still spilling down your cheeks. “Because..because your career is on the line. Mine too. If this gets out, if the company—” Your voice broke. “I don’t want you to lose everything because of me.”

Jeongin inhaled sharply, his jaw tightening.

Then, before you could spiral any further, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away your tears with slow, careful strokes. His eyes, which had been filled with shock just moments ago, were now filled with something else entirely, something fierce, something unwavering.

“None of that matters,” he said, his voice steady, unshaken. “Not my career, not the company, not the fans, none of that matters more than you.”

Your breath hitched.

“We’re in this together,” he continued, his grip tightening ever so slightly as if to make sure you felt every word. “I don’t care what happens next, I don’t care how hard it gets. I love you. And I love our baby. Nothing, nothing is going to change that.”

A fresh wave of tears welled up in your eyes, but this time, they weren’t just from fear.

They were from relief.

Before you could even process it, Jeongin pulled you into a tight, almost desperate embrace, his arms wrapping around you like he was trying to shield you from the world. His lips pressed against the side of your head as he whispered against your hair.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured. “I’ll stay by your side. I’ll take care of you. Of both of you.”

You clung to him, burying your face into his chest as you sobbed, your fingers fisting the fabric of his hoodie like you never wanted to let go.

For the first time since you saw those two lines on the test, the fear didn’t feel so suffocating.

Because you weren’t facing this alone.

Jeongin held you for what felt like forever, his grip never loosening, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. He didn’t let go, not even when your sobs quieted into soft sniffles, not even when the weight of your exhaustion settled into your bones. He just kept whispering reassurances, grounding you, reminding you over and over again that he was here, that he wasn’t going anywhere.

When he finally pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands stayed firm on your waist, as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go completely. His gaze softened as he took in your tear-streaked face, his thumb brushing against your cheek once more.

“You’re exhausted,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Have you eaten today?”

You hesitated, suddenly realizing you couldn’t remember the last time you had. The past few days had been a blur of anxiety, and the thought of food had barely crossed your mind.

Jeongin sighed, already knowing the answer just by the look on your face. “Alright,” he said, taking your hand in his. “Come on. You need to eat something.”

You blinked up at him. “Jeongin, I—”

“No arguments,” he cut in, his voice firm but gentle. “You’re not taking care of just yourself anymore, okay? And if you won’t do it for you, then at least do it for them.” He squeezed your hand before placing it over your stomach, his eyes flickering downward for the first time.

Your breath hitched.

It was the first time either of you had truly acknowledged it, the life growing inside of you.

Jeongin swallowed, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, slowly, his fingers brushed over your hand, over the space where, one day soon, there would be a noticeable bump. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the words never came.

Instead, he just let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. “I still can’t believe it,” he admitted, his voice tinged with wonder. “We’re having a baby.”

The way he said it, with so much tenderness, so much awe, made your chest tighten.

You nodded, biting your lip as you looked up at him. “Yeah,” you whispered. “We are.”

Jeongin smiled then, soft and real, before leaning down to press a lingering kiss against your forehead. “I’m gonna take care of you,” he murmured. “Both of you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time, they weren’t from fear.

Jeongin pulled back, his usual playfulness creeping back into his expression. “But first, you’re eating.”

You let out a small laugh, sniffling as you wiped at your eyes. “Okay, okay.”

He grinned, pressing another kiss to your temple before leading you toward the kitchen, his fingers still laced with yours.

And for the first time since you had found out, the crushing weight of uncertainty didn’t feel so heavy anymore. Because no matter what happened next, you weren’t facing it alone.

-

Jeongin had always been sweet, thoughtful in ways that made your heart swell, but ever since you told him about the baby, he had become something else entirely.

Attentive. Overly concerned, even. But in a way that never suffocated you, never felt like too much.

He was always checking in.

Did you sleep well?

Did you eat?

Are you feeling nauseous today?

How’s practice? Don’t push yourself too hard, okay?

If you’re tired, tell your manager. Please.

At first, it had been through texts, constant little reminders that he was thinking of you, making sure you were okay even if he couldn’t be there physically. Then, he started sending things, small gestures that quickly turned into something your members refused to let go unnoticed.

It had started with food.

One day after rehearsal, you walked into the practice room to find neatly packed meals waiting for you, nutritious ones, carefully thought out, clearly not just random takeout. The delivery receipt had Jeongin’s name on it, and when you checked your phone, there was a simple message from him:

You need to eat well. Take care of yourself, okay?

The girls had pounced on that immediately.

“Ooooh, look at this!” Minsu had grinned, holding up one of the food containers. “Our girl is getting spoiled.”

Jinae smirked as she leaned over to inspect the meals. “Looks like someone’s boyfriend is taking this whole ‘taking care of you’ thing very seriously.”

Chae, the quietest of the group, had just nudged one of the bowls toward you. “You should eat,” she said, completely bypassing the teasing, but the small smile tugging at her lips gave her away.

You’d rolled your eyes, cheeks burning, but you couldn’t fight the warmth that spread through your chest.

Then came the flowers.

A few days later, a bouquet arrived at the company. Soft pastel roses, carefully arranged in a delicate wrapping. No extravagant note, just a simple card tucked between the petals:

For my love, just because.

Minsu practically screeched when she saw them.

“Okay, that’s it, he’s setting the bar way too high for every other man on this planet!”

Jinae snorted, plucking the card from the flowers and reading it aloud in a dramatic voice. “For my love. God, he’s such a romantic.”

Chae just smiled, watching you with knowing eyes as you shyly hid your face in your hands. “You deserve it,” she said simply.

And maybe that was the part that made your chest tighten the most. Because for so long, you had been terrified, terrified that this pregnancy would ruin everything, that it would push Jeongin away, that it would complicate your already messy, hidden relationship beyond repair.

But here he was.

Taking care of you in ways you hadn’t even asked for. Checking on you, making sure you were eating, sending flowers just to remind you he was thinking of you.

The girls were right.

You did deserve it. And Jeongin was sweet, thoughtful, proving day after day, that he wasn’t going anywhere.

No matter how many times Jeongin reassured you, no matter how supportive your members were, the anxiety never truly left. It sat heavy in your chest, a constant weight pressing down on you, whispering every worst-case scenario into your mind.

Telling Jeongin had been terrifying, but telling the company? Telling your manager? Telling the world? That was something you still couldn’t even begin to wrap your head around.

What would happen to your career? To his?

It was one thing to be secretly dating, it was another thing entirely to be expecting a baby.

Every time you thought about it, your stomach twisted, and no amount of Jeongin’s sweet gestures or your members’ reassurances could fully push that fear away.

And today, that fear nearly swallowed you whole.

It was just another fitting session, something you’d done hundreds of times before. Your group was preparing for another stage, and the stylists had brought in new outfits, fresh off the racks, tailored specifically to your measurements.

Except, when you stepped into the dressing room and slipped on the stage outfit, something felt wrong.

The fabric was too tight, pressing uncomfortably against your stomach in a way that made your breath hitch. You tried shifting, tugging at the seams, adjusting the zipper, nothing helped.

When you stepped out to show the fit, the head stylist immediately frowned.

“That’s… strange,” she murmured, tilting her head as she eyed you. “It shouldn’t be that tight. I triple-checked the measurements.”

Your stomach dropped.

Panic set in instantly, your mind scrambling for an explanation. The stylist had been working with you for years, she knew your size down to the millimeter. If something didn’t fit, there had to be a reason.

You forced out a small, awkward laugh, waving your hand dismissively. “Ah, yeah, I’ve just been eating a lot more lately,” you said quickly, hoping the excuse would be enough.

For a second, the stylist just looked at you, her brows furrowing ever so slightly.

Then, before she could say anything else, your members jumped in.

Minsu was the first to speak, her voice light, casual, but firm. “Yeah, she’s been snacking nonstop lately,” she said with an exaggerated grin. “Seriously, it’s like she’s making up for all the times we’ve been on diets.”

Jinae nodded along immediately, crossing her arms. “Not to mention all the meals her boyfriend has been sending her,” she added with a pointed look in your direction, smirking when your cheeks flushed. “She’s being spoiled, that’s all.”

Chae, ever the quiet but effective one, simply gave a small shrug. “We’ll just need to adjust the fit a little, right?” she said, looking at the stylist expectantly, as if daring her to push the conversation any further.

The stylist blinked, her suspicion still evident, but after a beat, she sighed and nodded. “Yeah… I’ll loosen the waist a little.” She gave you one last glance, eyes flickering with something unreadable, before jotting down some notes. “Let me know if anything else feels uncomfortable.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding quickly. “Thank you.”

As soon as she walked off, Minsu turned to you and nudged your side playfully. “You owe us for that one,” she teased, but her eyes were filled with understanding.

Jinae raised an eyebrow. “You might wanna start thinking about when you’re gonna tell the company, though,” she murmured, low enough that no one else could hear. “We can only cover for you for so long.”

You knew she was right.

But the thought of it made your stomach churn all over again.

-

The city lights flickered softly as you walked home, the cool night air wrapping around you like a quiet embrace. After the long day of rehearsals, fittings, and dodging suspicious glances from your stylist, all you wanted was to crawl into bed and let the exhaustion take over.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and when you pulled it out, Jeongin’s name lit up the screen. A small smile tugged at your lips despite the tiredness settling deep in your bones.

You answered on the second ring. “Hey.”

His voice was warm, filled with that familiar affection that made your heart ache in the best way. “Hey, love. Are you on your way home?”

“Yeah, just a few more minutes,” you replied, shifting your bag on your shoulder. “How was practice?”

Jeongin groaned dramatically. “Exhausting. Hyung is being a tyrant again.”

You giggled at that, already picturing the way Chan must have been pushing them to their limits. “Sounds like him.”

He huffed. “But enough about me. How was your day? Are you feeling okay?”

You hesitated for a second before sighing. “It was… fine, mostly.”

Jeongin didn’t miss the slight edge in your voice. “Mostly?”

You chewed on your lip, debating whether or not to tell him, but then decided there was no point in hiding it. “The stylist got suspicious today.”

There was a pause. “What do you mean?”

You took a breath. “During the fitting. The stage outfit was too tight, and she knew it wasn’t supposed to be. She looked really confused.”

Jeongin let out a low hum. “Are you..are you showing?”

“Not yet,” you admitted. “But I’ve gained weight. I know I have.”

The words tasted bitter on your tongue, the reminder that your body was slowly changing in ways you couldn’t hide forever.

But Jeongin only chuckled. “Of course you have, love. You’re growing a whole human in there.”

You rolled your eyes at his teasing tone, but your heart softened. “The girls covered for me, though,” you continued. “Minsu, Jinae, and Chae. When the stylist looked suspicious, they jumped in and made up excuses. They really had my back.”

“They always do,” Jeongin said, and you could hear the gratitude in his voice. “I need to thank them properly.”

You smiled to yourself. “They’ll probably make you buy them dinner or something.”

“That’s a small price to pay,” he said, and you could hear the grin in his voice. Then, after a brief pause, he sighed. “I, uh… I told Chan.”

You stopped walking.

Your grip on your phone tightened. “You told him?”

Jeongin exhaled. “Yeah. I had to, love. He’s my leader, he’s like my older brother. And I just… I couldn’t keep it from him.”

Your stomach twisted. “What did he say?”

Jeongin hesitated. “He was… upset.”

Your heart sank.

“How upset?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

There was another pause before Jeongin sighed again. “Upset enough that he sent me home early from practice.”

That made your chest tighten with worry. Chan was one of the most patient, level-headed people in the industry, if he had reacted that strongly, it meant he was seriously shaken by the news.

“I don’t want this to cause problems for you,” you murmured. “I don’t want him to be mad at you because of me.”

“Hey,” Jeongin said gently, his voice immediately soothing. “This isn’t your fault. And he’s not mad at you, he’s just worried. About me, about the group, about everything. But he’ll come around. He always does.”

You swallowed hard, still feeling uneasy, but you nodded even though he couldn’t see you.

Jeongin’s voice softened even more. “I know this is scary, but we’ll figure it out, okay?”

You closed your eyes briefly, letting the warmth of his reassurance settle over you. “Okay.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Just the quiet sounds of the city filled the space between you.

Then, Jeongin chuckled. “I love you, you know.”

Your heart stuttered. “I know,” you whispered.

“And I love our little bean, too,” he added, his voice full of something so tender it made your throat tighten.

Tears pricked at your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from fear. “We love you, too.”

Jeongin sighed happily. “Get home safe, love. Call me if you need anything.”

“I will,” you promised. “Goodnight, Jeongin.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

As you slipped your phone back into your pocket, the lingering warmth of his words stayed with you.

Maybe things weren’t easy. Maybe they wouldn’t be for a long time.

But at least you weren’t facing them alone.

For a while, everything had felt like it was settling into a new rhythm. You and Jeongin were figuring things out, navigating the challenges of your secret pregnancy, the unspoken tension of keeping things hidden, and the overwhelming pressure of your careers. The balance felt fragile, but you were managing.

He had been so incredibly supportive, texting you every day, sending sweet messages, checking in on you multiple times a day. Every night, you’d call him, sometimes just to talk, other times to vent, and sometimes to simply hear his voice after a long, tiring day. You felt safe, loved, and more than anything, supported.

But then, without warning, things began to shift.

It started slowly at first. You’d notice he wasn’t replying to your messages as quickly as he used to, or his responses seemed a little more distant, a little more curt. You chalked it up to stress from his own schedule, knowing how grueling idol life could be. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, especially since he had been so caring up until then.

But the signs kept adding up, and eventually, you couldn’t ignore them anymore. His nightly calls were less frequent, and when you did talk, the conversations felt different. He was still kind, still affectionate, but there was something off. It was like he was holding something back, something he wasn’t saying to you.

You tried not to worry, but the doubt lingered in the back of your mind. What was going on?

Then one night, after you had sent him a text asking how he was doing and reminding him to rest, you called him, hoping to get a chance to talk and maybe figure out what was wrong.

But when he picked up, there was a coldness to his voice that you hadn’t heard before.

“What’s up?”

“Jeongin, hey,” you said, trying to sound casual, but the knot in your stomach made it hard. “I’ve been trying to reach you all day. Are you okay? Something’s been off lately. Have I done something wrong?”

You hesitated, waiting for his answer, but the silence on the other end felt like a thousand miles.

When he finally spoke, his tone was sharp. “You’re being really annoying lately. Why can’t you just let me be? I’m fine. Just... leave me alone for a bit.”

The words hit you like a punch in the gut.

“Wha—what?” Your voice trembled, unsure if you were hearing him correctly. “Jeongin, what’s going on? You’ve been distant, and I—”

“I said leave me alone,” he snapped, his voice suddenly laced with frustration. “Just stop. You don’t need to keep asking about everything. You’re annoying me.”

You stood there, frozen, the phone pressed to your ear as his words sank in.

“Jeongin—” you started, but he didn’t let you finish.

There was a soft click, and then the line went dead.

He hung up.

You stared at the screen in shock, your heart pounding in your chest. It was like the ground had been ripped out from beneath you.

What just happened?

The Jeongin you knew, the one who had been nothing but kind and loving, who had been so understanding, so supportive during everything, would never say something like that. You had expected him to be the one person who would never shut you out, but now it felt like he had just completely turned on you.

Was he angry? Had you done something to upset him? Or was it something else entirely?

The more you thought about it, the more the panic set in. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed, something big that you weren’t seeing.

But what?

You sat there, staring at the phone for what felt like an eternity, trying to make sense of the conversation, trying to understand where it had all gone wrong. But you couldn’t.

Your heart was racing, your hands trembling as you replayed his harsh words over and over in your mind. Annoying?

You had never heard him sound like that before. Not once.

The longer you thought about it, the more worried you became. What if he was pulling away from you? What if it was the stress of everything finally breaking him down, and now he was distancing himself because he didn’t know how to handle it? Or worse, what if something else was going on in his life that he wasn’t telling you?

You tried texting him again, your fingers shaking as you typed out a message:

Jeongin, please. I’m worried. What’s happening? Can we talk?

But you didn’t get a reply.

The silence that followed was the loudest thing you’d ever experienced. It felt suffocating.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to bombard him, but at the same time, the uncertainty was killing you. You couldn’t just leave it like this, not when it felt like the foundation you had been building together was cracking.

You stared at your phone again, feeling completely lost, unsure of what had just happened or how to fix it. All you could think about was how suddenly, everything had felt so right, and now, it felt like it was slipping through your fingers.

Why was he shutting you out? What had changed? And more importantly, could you fix it before it was too late?

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Best Friend SKZ!Fake texts- you accidentally send him nudes

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Genre(s): femreader x skz, Fake Texts, suggestive

Warning(s): explicit language, noona kink (Jeongin)

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Han

Felix

Seungmin

Jeongin

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This man may not be my bias but DAMN 🥵🥵 Got me on the floor like 🫠🫠

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── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ I'm Better Than Him

prompt         when jeongin got the text from you that you were upset at him, he rushed over to your favorite take out spot and got you extra chocolate. what he didn't expect to see when he got there though, was you on your couch CUDDLING SOME OTHER DUDE?! pairing          idol!jeongin x fem!reader genre           misunderstandings, established relationship, fluff, humor (idk, it seemed funny in my head at times) warnings      mentions of infidelity, jeongin being a weirdo, chan being the root of the problem word count  1,450 (i had fun!) a/n                 hi! i'm back! i can't really remember what inspired me to write this (since i took too long to actually write) but here's something short and sweet for my bias jeongin! want more skz posts from me? check them out here, here, here and here!

“I sure hope whoever that man is on your shoulder can fight, because I’m about to knock him out!” is what startles you out of your drowsy state, eyes widening in shock as you turn to see your boyfriend placing a bag on the counter and rolling up his sleeves. 

You blink at him a few times, mostly to blink the sleep out of your eyes, and partially to figure out what he was even talking about. The person he mentioned makes no headway to move from your embrace. 

“What?” you stupidly ask, eyes still trying to blink away the sleep, not noticing how red in the face your boyfriend has gotten. 

“The guy with his head on your shoulder? Hugging you? In YOUR APARTMENT? WITH NO REGARD OF THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!” Jeongin exclaims, getting louder and louder by the sentence. 

“Jeongin, sweetie, what in the world are you talking about?” You sleepily inquire, watching as his eyebrows hide behind his bangs and try to touch his hairline from the shock that morphs on his face. 

Jeongin makes a gruntled sound that mixes disbelief and surprise in his tone, walking closer to the couch with heavy steps that vibrate the room. 

“So I’m seeing things? Are you literally not cheating on me right now?” He accuses. 

You move your eyes from your boyfriend of almost three years to scope your surroundings. Your eyes drag across the room, taking in your shelves with figurines and books, smoothing over to your tv that displays your 439th rerun of Avatar: The Last Airbender, catching the glint of the plates and utensils that sit on your coffee table, before coming to look at the arms that encase your body. You look up to see the face on your shoulder, and in your half asleep haze, you crack a smile at the head that rests on your shoulder. 

“And you have the audacity to smile at him like I’m not standing here! What qualities does he have that I don’t, huh? I’m pretty sure that I’m better than him. I can sing, I can dance, I can cook, I crack the funniest jokes, I have the best style, I come at your literal beck and call?!?! What does he have on me, huh?” Your boyfriend starts to spiel, hands raising and falling as he runs his mouth a mile a minute about the conclusion he seemed to jump to all on his own. 

The body beside you moves slightly, adjusting himself as he hears the shouts of his bandmate above him. He opens his eyes slightly, head pounding as he takes in the noise. Then, he moves from you to stretch his body, bones cracking satisfyingly at the movement. He looks up when he notices the noise dying down around him. 

Jeongin’s bandmate takes a look at you, then at Jeongin, then raises his hand up with a small smile to greet him.

“You’re cheating on me with my HYUNG?!”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Jeongin kneels before you, head bowed in remorse as he looks at the fluff on your inside slippers. The embarrassment swirls in his chest faster than a blender can make a smoothie. The shame slaps pain onto his stomach quicker than the butterflies of anxiety can flap its wings. 

He doesn’t even look up when he feels his groupmate pat him on his back reassuringly. All he feels is shame. He wants to cry from the amount of embarrassment that threatens to crawl up his neck from his chest. 

“Jeongin, can you at least look at me?” You ask him softly, watching as your boyfriend shakes his head swiftly in response. 

You turn your head over to Chan, who scratches his head in indifference. He yawns a second later, and that tells you that he still feels sleepy. At least one of you can close your eyes and sleep right now. 

You stretch your hand out to touch your boyfriend’s face, placing your fingers under his chin to guide his gaze to you. When you see his flushed cheeks and watered eyes, your gaze softens, and you chuckle innocently. 

“I’m sorry.” Jeongin says once his eyes find yours. 

“I’m sorry for accusing you of cheating on me. That was not right of me to do, and it was not right of me to grip Channie hyung by the collar like that either.” Jeongin finishes, eyes looking from you to his hyung and then back to the floor. 

“No looking at the floor Jeongin. C’mon, let me see those beautiful eyes of yours.” You ask him, using your fingers to nudge his face up some more. 

“Now, I can’t say I’m not upset with you right now for wrongfully accusing me as soon as you step into my apartment.” You start off, moving your hand over to the side of his face to tap them whenever he moves his eyes away from yours. 

“The fact that you tried to fight me was very surprising as well, Innie.” Chan says from the arm of the couch that he decided to sit on. 

“I would just like to know how you even came to that conclusion. What brought this on?” You ask him, watching as his hands start to fiddle with the hem of his shirt. 

Jeongin makes no move to look from your eyes, especially since your hand is now on his cheek instead of his chin, but he can’t exactly find the words to say to justify his thought process.

He got a text that you were upset with him, so he ran over to fix whatever it was that he messed up on. Then he walks inside your apartment to see someone cuddling you, comforting you. The sight made his blood boil like no other, and despite being a very rational guy, his thoughts just tumbled out of his mouth with no warning. 

When he explains this to you, all he gets is a head tilt of confusion in return. 

“When did I send you a text? The last time I remember talking to you about anything was this morning.” You ask, eyes narrowed and face contorted to express your emotions clearly. 

“You sent me a text thirty-five minutes ago?” Jeongin answers back, equally as confused. 

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, holding it to his face so that it can open. It opens right to your message, so he turns the phone around to show you. 

“Yang Jeongin, I am actually so upset with you right now, when you get home you will pay?” You read off, ending your reciting with a tilt of bewilderment at the message. 

“I don’t remember texting this to you darling.” You tell him after racking your brain for a minute and a half to figure out what could’ve happened for you to even send that message. 

You and your boyfriend don’t notice the person who stiffens beside you until you hear him clear his throat. 

“Ah, that was actually me.” Is all Chan confesses at first, shying away slowly from the looks that you and Jeongin were giving him. 

“You ate the last bit of cookie butter at the dorm, so I came to (name)’s place to ask for hers and vent about it. I think I picked up her phone by accident when I went to text you. My bad.” He spills out, avoiding both of your gazes as the words process in your brains. 

Jeongin looks over to the coffee table to see that there were two phones with the exact same case lying there. Then he notices how one phone was white and the other … was black. 

Jeongin taps your hand slightly, giving you the hint to move your hand away. You move your hand from his face. 

Jeongin then stands up for a second, looking at his hyung for a few seconds with an unreadable expression. 

Then Jeongin grips his hyung again by the collar. 

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

You eat your favorite takeout with a giddy smile on your face, watching the scene where Toph swindles the man out of money and safely manages to keep Sokka’s sword. 

“Want some?” You ask the guy to your left, who shakes his head no at your question. 

Jeongin kneels in front of your shelf with four books in his hands above his head, eyes staring at the floor of your apartment in shame. Chan readjusts the ice pack on his jaw as he yawns once again. 

You laugh a bit at the words Toph says to Katara, and tell your boyfriend to lift those books higher in the air.

That’ll teach him not to jump to conclusions like that ever again.

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Clueless: Smitten

Jeongin x fem!reader

Warning: unhinged group chat as always, other than that, nothing!

Genre: friends to lovers, fluffffff

Summary: You and Jeongin go to the same MMA class, and he is absolutely smitten by you. And you two are good friends too. The problem? You treat him like a child, when all he wants is to ask you out. And that's where his unhinged gang enters.

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Jeongin wiped the sweat off his brow, giving his opponent a nod after their sparring session, and turned around to see you pulling on your gloves. Your ponytail swayed as you hummed a tune to yourself, and Jeongin swallowed hard.

He did his best to control his impulses (such as the one he had right now to to come over and kiss the hell out of you).

But he was not weak (mostly). He was Yang Jeongin, the future ace of this gym and your soon-to-be love interest - if only he could figure out how to get you to stop patting his head like he's some cute puppy.

“Hey, Innie!” you called out, flashing him a smile that made his knees weak. “Good job!”

He smiled and thanked you, as you came over, and did that one thing that made him want to scream into oblivion. You ruffled his hair with that adoring smile on your face. And it made him feel like a toddler.

As soon as you were out of earshot, Jeongin let out a groan and grabbed his phone. He knew what this would lead to. Obviously. But he needed his brothers.

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Jeongin: Ok. I'm gonna cry.

Chan: Aren't you at class??

Jeongin: She did it again.

Jeongin: She ruffled my hair. AGAIN.

Hyunjin: LOLLLLLLL

Jeongin: Shut up. I’m serious.

Felix: Omg. Is this the MMA girl?

Jeongin: YES. I can't understand why she treats me like a damn child.

Minho: Because you act like one?

Jeongin: YAH. I need a plan to make her see me as a MAN.

Jisung: Bro, just spar with her and like…accidentally tear your shirt or something. Girls love muscles.

Hyunjin: You do not have the muscles for that to work.

Jeongin: HYUNJIN.

Hyunjin: I’m just saying 🤷‍♂️

Felix: Invite her to dinner! Like, after practice? Nothing says “boyfriend material” like a home-cooked meal.

Seungmin: Cooking takes time. Which he doesn't have. He’s so obviously in the friend zone. He needs something that works fast.

Chan: You’re all missing the point here. Jeongin, be honest. Do you flirt with her?

Jeongin: I TRIED.

Jeongin: I told her she looked good in her gloves once. She said thanks and told me where to buy the same pair.

Minho: Wow. That’s rough.

Hyunjin: Okay, new idea.

Hyunjin: Go alpha on her. Next time you spar, pin her down. Like real close. Look her in the eyes and growl something like, “You’re not getting away from me this time.”

---

Jeongin rolled his eyes. Here we go.

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Jeongin: That's crazy.

Jisung: No, wait, Hyunjin’s onto something. Girls LOVE dominance.

Chan: Or, you know, you could try talking to her like an adult.

Jeongin: I’m trying, hyung, but every time I look at her, my brain short-circuits.

Felix: Omg wait. This is perfect. You could do the classic “let me fix your form” move.

Felix: Stand behind her, adjust her stance, hands on her hips. It’s foolproof.

Seungmin: It’s not foolproof. He’ll trip over his words and fall on his face.

Jeongin: Oh my God.

Changbin: No, no, I’ve got it. Show up outside her place with some flowers and confess.

Hyunjin: Or better yet, let’s sign you up for a fight. Invite her to watch. Show her you’re tough.

Minho: He’ll get punched once and she’ll call an ambulance.

Jeongin: WHY DO I EVEN ASK YOU PEOPLE.

The next morning, Jeongin walked into the gym with a nervous buzz, the ideas his brothers had fired at him the night before poking at his brain.

Jisung: Bro. Let me paint you a picture.

Jisung: You’re sparring. She throws a punch. You dodge.

Jisung: Grab her wrist, pull her in close, whisper, “Is that all you’ve got?” Then SMIRK.

Jeongin: Why would I smirk???

Jisung: Because it’s HOT.

Minho: Creepy. Definitely creepy.

Hyunjin: No, he needs to go bolder.

Hyunjin: After sparring, pin her against the wall in the locker room. Close the space, and say, “You drive me insane, you know that?”

Chan: Please do NOT harass her in the locker room.

Felix: Yeah, don’t listen to Hyunjin. What you should do is compliment her strength. Like, “Wow, you’re so strong and gorgeous.”

Seungmin: That’s so cringey. She’ll laugh in his face.

Felix: Okay, why don't you come up with some genius ideas then?!

Changbin: No, listen to me. Women love confidence. Next time you walk in, wink at her. Just a subtle one. She’ll notice.

Jeongin: If I wink at her, she’ll think I have something in my eye.

Jisung: Then STARE at her. Give her those bedroom eyes.

Jeongin: I don’t even know what that means.

Hyunjin: Oh my god. This is so easy. After practice, challenge her to a one-on-one sparring match. Get sweaty. Let her feel your power. And if you win, you say, “Winner gets a kiss.”

Chan: She’ll knock him out first.

Minho: Honestly, I’d pay to see that.

Jeongin: I will block you all.

Hyunjin: NO YOU WON’T. You love us.

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Jeongin was standing in the gym’s parking lot after his class, trying to call Chan to come pick him up, when he saw you approaching him. You were smiling, your bag on your shoulder, your hair, that's usually in a ponytail, now left open.

“Hey, Jeongin,” you said, your voice light and teasing as usual. “Nice work today. You’re really improving.”

He stuttered a thank you, and smiled at you nervously, his cheeks heating up.

And then it happened.

You reached out, ruffled his hair affectionately, and grinned. “Such a good boy.”

Jeongin froze. His brain short-circuited. Good boy?!

He could literally hear his brothers screaming in his head.

“Say something,” Minho’s voice mocked.

“Pin her!” Hyunjin roared.

“WINK, YOU COWARD!” Jisung howled.

Instead, Jeongin stood there like a statue.

“Innie?” you tilted your head, eyes soft with concern. “You okay?”

That snapped him out of it.

“Y-yeah! Totally fine!” He cleared his throat. This was it. This was his chance to say something smooth.

“Uh…you’re…really so strong and…so gorgeous?”

The moment the words left his mouth, he wanted to die.

You blinked at him. And then, to his utter shock, you laughed - a bright, genuine laugh that made his heart do a somersault.

“Well, thanks, Innie. You’re not so bad yourself.”

As you waved goodbye and walked off, Jeongin leaned against a car, face in his hands.

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Jeongin: I HATE YOU ALL.

Chan: Ok calm down. What happened?

Jeongin: I TRIED FELIX’S LINE.

Jeongin: SHE LAUGHED AT ME.

Felix: Wait, was it a good laugh or a bad laugh?

Jeongin: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!

Hyunjin: LOL

Changbin: Did you at least wink?

Jeongin: NO.

Jisung: Bro. Amateur move.

Seungmin: Probably should’ve gone with the “winner gets a kiss” idea.

Jeongin: I’M NOT DOING THAT.

Minho: You’re hopeless.

Chan: Guys, come on. Jeongin, did she seem like she was into it?

Jeongin: She called me a ‘good boy’.

Hyunjin: RIP.

Felix: Don’t give up! She laughed. That’s good!

Minho: Yeah, she’s laughing because she thinks he’s a puppy.

Felix: Puppies can grow into wolves, bro.

Jeongin: You’re all insane.

Changbin: Hey, wolves mate for life. Just saying.

Jeongin groaned, shutting his phone. If this was the kind of help he was getting, he might as well wing it.

Jeongin lay sprawled on his bed, phone in hand, mind racing with thoughts of you. He had officially entered what Jisung would call his ‘simp phase’. Your Instagram page was open, each photo worse than the last - worse because it made him fall harder.

There was one of you holding a tray of cookies, grinning. Another of you proudly presenting a painting up to the camera. The cat one nearly killed him - you were snuggled up with your orange tabby, its paw on your nose as you laughed.

And there was one with the MMA team - you had your arm looped with his in this one, your head tilted slightly towards him. It was a group photo, but that's all he could see. the two of you.

“I love her,” he whispered to himself, then immediately groaned into his pillow. “Oh my god, I love her!!”

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Jeongin: Guys.

Jeongin: I’m in love with her.

Chan: We know.

Hyunjin: Wait, did you just figure that out?

Jeongin: No, but it’s hitting me all over again. I’m looking at her Instagram.

Jisung: Omg, show us.

Jeongin: No way.

Minho: Wow. Stalking her Insta and gatekeeping? Bold of you.

Jeongin: Shut up. She’s perfect. She bakes. She paints. She loves cats.

Minho: Cats? Suddenly she's a lot more interesting.

Jisung: Innie, DM her something flirty.

Jeongin: That’s so cringey I might die.

Chan: You guys are going to ruin his life.

Hyunjin: He needs to grow a spine. Just do it, Jeongin. Be bold.

Felix: OR…

Felix: Next time she posts something cute, comment something sweet. Like, “You’re so talented.” Compliment her! Girls love compliments.

Seungmin: That’s decent advice.

Jeongin: I can’t do that. She’ll think I’m obsessed.

Minho: You are obsessed.

Jisung: Or… Post a thirst trap. Let her know you’re hot too.

Jeongin: A thirst trap?! Like what?

Jisung: I dunno. Shirtless mirror selfie? Women eat that up.

Changbin: You don’t have enough abs for that.

Jeongin: I DO! STOP ATTACKING ME.

---

The boys were no help, as usual. Jeongin flopped onto his back, staring at the ceiling. He was doomed.

But then, as he refreshed your page, he saw it - a new post.

It was you and your cat again, this time with a caption that read: "My goodest boy 🐾."

Jeongin stared at it. Good boy. Again. The word that haunted his every waking moment. And yet, when you used it like this, he kind of wanted to melt.

He felt his thumb hovering over the like button. His mind raced.

“Cute cat!” No, too boring.

“You’re adorable.” No, too forward.

“Can I be your good boy?” Oh god, Hyunjin was invading his thoughts.

He slapped his phone face-down on the bed.

He couldn’t DM you. He couldn’t comment. What he needed was a real plan to show you he wasn’t just the kid you patted on the head.

---

Hyunjin: New plan. Jeongin, buy her flowers. Deliver them to her home.

Jeongin: That’s not the worst idea.

Jisung: But make it sexy. Like, walk in all sexy and say, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, so I had to bring you these.”

Jeongin: YOU WANT ME TO DIE.

Felix: Wait! What if you bake her something? She likes baking, right? It’s cute and romantic.

Jeongin: I don’t know how to bake.

Chan: That’s what YouTube is for.

Minho: Or Felix can bake and you can pretend you made it.

Changbin: No way, she’d see through that in a second. She’s too smart for Jeongin’s terrible acting.

Hyunjin: He could dedicate a fight to her.

Hyunjin: Win a match and shout, “That was for you, baby!” She’ll love it.

Seungmin: Or hate it.

Jeongin: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.

Chan: Please don’t listen to him.

Jeongin: Oh my god, my life 😩

Felix: 😅😅😅

Hyunjin: Look, Jeongin, at the end of the day, just be confident. If you act like a man, she’ll treat you like one.

Jeongin: Easy for you to say. You’re not in love with her.

---

Jeongin tossed his phone aside, heart pounding. He didn’t know what his next move would be, but one thing was certain: he was in too deep to back out now.

The gym that usually buzzed with activity was so quiet now. Jeongin stood across from you in the sparring ring, his gloves up, his nerves barely contained. He couldn’t believe he’d agreed to this.

Sparring with you? His brain was already a mess when you just existed near him. But now, you were in front of him, bouncing lightly on your feet, your focused expression somehow making you look even more stunning.

“Ready, champ?” you teased, your grin playful as you adjusted your gloves.

Jeongin swallowed hard, trying to focus. “Yeah. Ready.”

With a wink, you moved quickly as you circled him. Jeongin mirrored you, trying to keep his stance solid.

It was going fine. Really good actually. You were good with your arms, and he tried to return the pressure, throwing a one-two combo at you. You dodged effortlessly, and then out of nowhere, you hooked your leg behind his, pivoting your hips to execute a perfectly timed trip.

Jeongin yelped as his balance gave out, and suddenly he was on the mat, his back hitting the ground with a loud thud.

“Nice match,” you said, already kneeling over him, one hand braced on the mat beside his head. You leaned over slightly, your face hovering above his. “You okay?”

Jeongin glitched in real time.

It was all too much - your bright eyes, your playful smile, the way a few strands of your hair stuck to your forehead, glistening with sweat. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, and the concern in your voice made his heart stutter.

“I…uh…yeah,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You tilted your head and asked, “You sure? I hope nothing hurts?”

“Pretty sure I’m dying,” he muttered, half under his breath, closing his eyes and exhaling loudly.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” he squeaked, his face burning red.

You laughed softly, leaning back to give him space and extending your hand to help him sit up.

“You did well, Innie. Just gotta work on your balance.”

“Yeah,” he said dumbly, staring up at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky.

You tapped his cheek lightly with your gloved hand. “C’mon, champ. Let’s get you up.”

---

Jeongin: I’m never sparring with her again. Ever.

Hyunjin: What happened?

Jisung: Spill.

Jeongin: She KNOCKED ME DOWN.

Felix: Oh nooooo.

Jeongin: And instead of just walking away and letting me die with dignity, she kneels over me.

Hyunjin: Oh, that sounds spicy.

Jeongin: SPICY?! IT WASN’T SPICY. IT WAS HUMILIATING. She hovered over me with her PERFECT FACE and eyelashes and asked if I was okay. Like I’m some helpless little kitten she rescued from a tree.

Felix: Awwww. That’s so cute!

Jeongin: IT’S NOT CUTE, FELIX. IT’S A CRIME AGAINST MY MASCULINITY.

Seungmin: What masculinity?

Jeongin: SEUNGMIN, I SWEAR.

Minho: You’re spiraling again.

Jeongin: I could smell her shampoo. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Hyunjin: Uh huh

Felix: She thinks you’re cute AND talented.

Jeongin: I WANT HER TO THINK I’M HOT.

Minho: Maybe try not to land on your ass next time.

Jeongin: Wow, great advice, hyung. I feel so much better.

Hyunjin: Bro. She’s into you.

Jeongin: SHE IS NOT.

Changbin: I mean… isn’t that kind of symbolic? Like, you’re already floored by her?

---

If the locker room was soundproof, Jeongin would've screamed so loud.

---

Jisung: Okay, okay, so she thinks you’re adorable. And a child.

Jisung: But if only she knew that you're basically ready to give her a child

Felix: OMG. Jisung, no.

Jeongin: WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!

Jisung: Am I wrong? Didn’t you literally say the other day, you'd do anything for her, even give her your last name and your firstborn child?

Jeongin: THAT WAS A PRIVATE THOUGHT, YOU GREMLIN.

Chan: What the actual fuck is going on in here?

Jisung: Oh, perfect timing, Chan-hyung! Any tips on the said topic? Since you've already done it.

Chan: Jisung. Please.

Felix: 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hyunjin: This is so out of control, and for once it's not me 🤣

Jeongin: EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU IS THE WORST.

Chan: Jeongin. Does she actually think you’re a child, or are you projecting because you’re too scared to confess?

Jeongin: I don’t know.

Changbin: Oh, he knows.

Minho: 100% projecting.

Jeongin: I somehow feel like every time she looks at me she sees a ‘cute little brother type’

Hyunjin: Then you need to show her you’re not a little brother type.

Felix: Exactly! Be confident. Flirt back. Stop acting like she’s going to break you.

Jeongin: She already DOES break me!

Hyunjin: BRO. MAN UP. Or I swear I’ll walk up to her and tell her everything.

Jeongin: IF YOU DO THAT, I WILL END YOU.

Chan: Okay, enough. Stop overthinking it. Just talk to her, show her your genuine self.

Jeongin: But what if I mess up again?

Seungmin: You’ve been messing up this whole time, and she still likes you. You’re fine.

Hyunjin: True. She probably thinks your flustered baby deer energy is charming.

Jeongin: Oh my God

Jeongin thought he could pull it off. He thought he could just quietly distance himself from you without anyone noticing. After all, it was for the greater good. If he didn’t interact with you, maybe he could convince himself he didn’t feel anything.

But it didn’t take long for the cracks to show.

He started avoiding eye contact at the gym. No more conversations after practice. He skipped group water breaks and focused on solo drills. He even fled the gym the minute his class was done.

And you noticed. Of course you did.

Because he was literally the highlight of your day. Jeongin was a clueless idiot, because he definitely couldn't see how much you adored him, and this distance was getting to you.

---

You leaned against the wall, arms crossed as you watched Jeongin avoid your gaze for the fifth time that day. Normally, he’d flash you his shy smile or wave when you caught him looking. Now? He was all formal, barely sparing you a glance.

Something was definitely up. You waited patiently for him to come to the locker room. And of course he took the long route just to drag it out.

You huffed in annoyance before calling out, “Jeongin!”

He froze, his water bottle hovering close to his lips as he turned toward you like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh. Uh, hey, Y/N.”

You tilted your head, scrutinizing him as you asked, “Are you okay? You’ve been weird lately.”

“Weird?” he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, I’m just… focused on training. That’s all.”

“Focused on training?” You raised an eyebrow. “Ok, so ignoring me is part of that?”

“No! I am not-” His ears turned red as he shook his head no.

You stepped closer, lowering your voice and asked, “Did I do something? Are you upset about the spar-”

“No!” he interrupted, eyes wide. “It’s not you. It’s me.”

You blinked. He did not just say that.

“Did you just hit me with the breakup line?”

Jeongin looked like he wanted to crawl under the mat.

“I…uh…I have to go.” He practically sprinted to the locker room, leaving you standing there, more confused than ever.

---

Jeongin: Guys. I fucked up.

Felix: WHAT DID YOU DO.

Jeongin: She asked if she upset me, and I panicked.

Hyunjin: Wait.

Hyunjin: You did not tell her it’s not her, it’s you.

Jeongin: HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT.

Changbin: OH MY GOD.

Jisung: LMAO. DID YOU REALLY?

Jeongin: I panicked!

Minho: This is officially the funniest thing you’ve ever done.

Chan: Okay, let’s not bully him.

Chan: Jeongin, why are you avoiding her?

Jeongin: Because I don’t want to make things worse. She already treats me like a kid. If I keep acting like an idiot around her, she’s never going to take me seriously.

Seungmin: Avoiding her isn’t going to make her take you seriously either. It’s just going to make her think you’re mad at her.

Jeongin: But what if I do something stupid?

Hyunjin: Bro. You already did the stupid thing. The bar’s on the floor.

Felix: Seriously, just TALK to her.

Jeongin: You say that like it’s easy.

Jisung: Because it is easy. Walk up to her, say, “I think you’re amazing and also I have a huge crush on you. Wanna kiss?” Done.

Jeongin: I’d rather eat a dumbbell.

Minho: Please do.

Felix: Okay, but seriously, Jeongin, if you don’t fix this, she’s going to think you hate her.

Chan: And it's gonna hurt you more than it hurts her. Or whatever.

Jeongin: Fine. I’ll talk to her. But if I embarrass myself, I’m never speaking to any of you again.

Minho: Can’t wait.

---

The next day, you were warming up when Jeongin approached you hesitantly. You glanced up, surprised.

“Oh, look who finally decided to stop ghosting me.” you said, and it broke his heart to see that you weren't giving him your usual smile.

He winced as he said, “I wasn’t ghosting you.”

“Sure felt like it.” You said, crossing your arms. “So what’s going on? And don’t give me the ‘training focus’ excuse again.”

Jeongin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve been… overthinking some stuff.”

“Stuff?” You tilted your head, waiting for him to elaborate.

“You,” he blurted out, then immediately regretted it.

“Me?”

“Yes. I mean -” He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Look, Y/N. You’re amazing, okay? You’re smart and funny and strong, and you make me feel like an idiot half the time because I don’t know how to act normal around you.”

You blinked, taken aback. “Jeongin -”

“I like you,” he interrupted, words tumbling out in a rush. “A lot. And I know you probably think I’m just some kid, but I’ve been trying so hard to prove I’m not. And it’s probably really obvious now, and I’m sorry if I’ve been weird or -”

“Jeongin.” You stepped closer, cutting him off.

“Sorry.” He looked at you, panic written all over his face.

But you smiled, your heart softening. He was so damn adorable, you wanted to bite him. To say the least.

“You don’t have to prove anything. I never thought of you as just some kid.”

“You didn’t?”

“No. And for the record…” You reached out, ruffling his hair with a grin. “I like you too, Innie.”

Jeongin covered his face with his hands, whining, but he couldn’t stop the huge grin that spread across his face.

"C'mere you," you said, and Jeongin surged into your arms, letting you hug him tight.

---

Jeongin: SHE LIKES ME BACK. OMG. I'M HYPERVENTILATING.

Hyunjin: NO WAY.

Felix: OMG!!! YESS!!!

Jisung: What did you say? How did it happen? Give us details!

Jeongin: I just told her I like her. She said she likes me too.

Chan: See? Told you honesty works.

Hyunjin: So when’s the wedding?

Minho: Well, that's what you get for being such a good boy.

Jeongin: OH MY GOD.

Seungmin: Congrats bro

Changbin: Go celebrate. Go get outta here!

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Tags: @moonchild9350 @velvetmoonlght @eastjonowhere @pixie-felix @sailor--sun @chancloud8 @captainchrisstan

[3rachaslut]

teacher!jeongin x student!y/n

cw: tiny bit of degradation, breeding kink. that’s it i think

teacher!jeongin who would always stare at you during lectures

teacher!jeongin who would try to catch glimpses of your ass when you bend over to pick up your pen

teacher!jeongin who would always ask you if you needed any help as he run his fingertips up your skirt under the desk

teacher!jeongin who would ask you to stay behind after class for a ‘word’

teacher!jeongin who would have you sit on his desk whilst he trailed kisses down your jaw, neck and collarbones

teacher!jeongin who would choke you as he ripped your panties down, getting harder and harder hearing your little whimpers for him

teacher!jeongin who would practically tear your shirt open just to see what colour bra you wore for him today

teacher!jeongin who would tease your pussy whilst laughing at your desperate pleas for stimulation on your sensitive clit

teacher!jeongin who make you beg for him to rail you on his desk “go ahead baby, beg for your teacher to fuck you until your legs are shaking. dirty girl..”

teacher!jeongin who shoves your legs behind your head to hit the deepest parts of your cunt as he sucks hickeys on your neck

teacher!jeongin who cums deep inside you, making you put your panties straight back on because he wants his cum dripping out of you all the way home

“see you again tomorrow y/n..”

[milkteabinniechan]

♡Tongue in Cheek - Yang Jeongin

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: CEO jeongin x fem! reader

summary: your boss is up for a big promotion. There's just one problem, he told his boss that he's married. So he asks you to be his wife for just one night. But now this cold CEO is seeing you in a whole new light.

warnings: power dynamics, tooth-aching fluff, angst, kissing, did I mention fluff????

Jeongin slid a few papers around his desk. “Something you need?” He snapped, his tone exhausted and annoyed. His patience was wearing thin lately. You had noticed immediately, the way he moved around the office like every corner and seam of his heavy armor was starting to crack. He was stressed, he was nervous. You suppose that's why you agreed to this dinner in the first place. To help him out. That was the only reason you had agreed to be his “fake wife.”

“Sorry to bother you, Sir. But Mr. Kwon’s assistant called again to confirm that you- um, that we would be attending the dinner tomorrow evening.” You kept your eyes downcast, studying every fiber of his office carpet. A deep, intimidating red color that filled the entire room like an inferno. It's as if he wanted everyone that walked into his office to know that they were walking into Hell.

“Tell her that we'll be there at eight sharp. I want you dressed nicely. Take my card and buy yourself something expensive.” Jeongin's hand stretched out to reveal a heavy platinum credit card weaved between his fingers. You took a step forward but hesitated, your mouth parting slightly. Jeongin's eyes flashed up to you, his head still hanging down. “No arguments, just do it.”

And that was that. Because if Yang Jeongin told you to do something, then goddamn it, you better do it.

The night of the dinner was chiller than you had anticipated. The sun was going down sooner and sooner and cold air swept you up and pulled you inside of Jeongin's luxury car. It was warm inside with plush seats that hugged you better than your own mother. Was this what money could buy? You casually glanced at Jeongin's hand gripping the expensive leather of the steering wheel. He was wearing a shiny silver bracelet and a large, heavy looking ring on his middle finger. He had told you once that the ring was lucky and he would only wear it when he really, really needed it. Jeongin kept his eyes fixed on the road, focused and determined even in his driving. But soon his deep voice cut through the building tension. “Mr. Kwon is the man to impress, the man to be, the man to beat. But he is put off by the fact that I never settled down to start a family. He thinks it's abnormal for a man my age to not have someone.”

You kept your mouth closed tight. You agreed with Jeongin's boss, it was abnormal. Jeongin was young, attractive, and successful. So why hadn't he found someone? As if sensing your train of thought, he cocked his head towards you and raised an eyebrow. “It's not like I don't fuck, I just don't have time for a relationship.”

A relationship. He said that word like it was poison on his tongue. The two of you pulled into the long driveway of a sprawling manor you had only seen in magazines. The path was lined with lights and led you both to a towering front door that was painted the most intense red you had ever seen. You were starting to understand where Jeongin was getting his business inspiration. You stepped inside to see dinner already being set.

Five course meal. Five courses. There were nights when all you could afford was a cup of ramen and a few beers. This was how the other half lived. Mr. Kwon and his wife were both incredibly gorgeous. To look at them too long almost felt greedy. Mr. Kwon commented on Jeongin's cufflinks and his wife absolutely adored your dress. You found it easy to converse with her. A simple, sweet woman who meant well but was so detached from the real world that she was living in her own little fairytale. Jeongin and you had discussed a background story for how you met and what your wedding day was like in case anyone had asked. And to no one's surprise, Mrs. Kwon wanted to know every detail.

After a few glasses of champagne, you found yourself gushing about Jeongin. You spoke about his gentle demeanor when his mother or siblings call. You talked about his smell and the first time you knew you were in love with him.

Jeongin sat back in his chair and watched you. He watched you diverge from the previously discussed storyline that the two of you agreed on. He listened as you spoke honestly about your feelings and your ambitions and goals for the future. He felt a clench in his chest that he hadn't felt in years. You seemed to almost have a glow around you when you spoke. As if the roof opened up to let moonlight pour down over your entire body. And the dress you chose. Jeongin finally allowed himself a moment to admire and memorize every curve and dip of your waist and legs. He could feel his $300 slacks growing tighter by the second. Mr. Kwon stood from the table and announced that the men should adjourn to the other room for cigars and brandy. Jeongin let out a sigh of relief and quickly stood to follow the rest of the men but before he could leave you grabbed his hand and kissed his cheek. “Miss you already.” You said with a smile loud enough that the rest of the guests could hear. You gave him a quick wink before dropping his hand and returning to the dinner table.

“You got a good one there, Yang.” Mr. Kwon let out a large puff of smoke from his cigar. “Don't fuck this up. She's good for you.”

Jeongin fiddled with his own cigar, still unlit. He weaved it between his fingers. “Yes, Sir.” His mind was a million miles away. You have worked for him for three years now. He still remembers the day he hired you. The outfit you wore, the messy bun with frazzled strands of hair falling in front of your eyes. You were so nervous. But you were determined. He recognized that fire in your eyes. It was the same fire that burned inside him.

“Thank you for tonight. You were very convincing.” Jeongin had driven you back to your one bedroom apartment. You stood in the single step in front of your front door. You were actually eye-level with him now, your face just inches from his. “You're welcome. It was fun.” You confessed. You liked being a part of his world. Jeongin cleared his throat and smiled. An awkward, unsure smile that you weren't used to seeing. He gave you a polite bow and turned towards his car to leave. You felt a heaviness pull at your heart as he started to walk away. But before he got to the street he stopped. He turned on his heels to face you once again, his unsure smile now transforming into a devilish smirk. “The night isn't over. Technically, you're still my wife.” He took a few steps towards you. “Kiss me.”

The heaviness in your chest now felt like a balloon soaring high as you ran towards him without hesitation. You jumped into his arms and he held your leg with one hand and used his other arm to wrap around your waist, holding you close to him. Your lips crashed into his clumsily. Your mouths falling over each other until you slowly found a rhythm. It was the most romantic moment of your entire life and you never wanted it to stop. You kissed him over and over again. Some were slow and lingering while others were needy and impatient. You kissed him. Because if Yang Jeongin tells you to do something, then goddamn it, you better do it.

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[sugawhaaa]

JEONGIN ONE-SHOT

🍒•{ innocence }•🍒

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, HYBRID, angst if you squint, shouting, marking/biting, scenting, mentions masturbating, breeding kink, lil size kink, squirting

Pairing:: inexperienced!dom!fennec!hybrid!jeongin x sub!fem!reader

A/N:: okay I am bashing my head against the wall over this fanfic 😋 hope yall like it (heart hand emoji)

Skz masterlist:: 🐾

Taglist:: @yukichan67 @kbunzzi2oa @annafeebou

🎧::

"Jeongin? What are you doing?" You ask out of genuine confusion and concern as you stumble upon your hybrid sitting on the couch with little clothing, an icepack across his chest and a cool cloth on his head.

"I'm so hot," He groans as he tosses his head on the back of the couch. "And my teeth ache, I can hardly sleep and I have zero appetite," He lists off his symptoms and you quickly become concerned.

"Oh jeez, did you check your temperature?" You go down on your knees in front of him, looking at his face, and it strikes a cord in Jeongin. His lips part, his fangs partly revealed as his pupils widen, his tail flicking back and forth. His mind races with dirty images and he shakes his head, his hair swaying with his head. "Are you okay? You shouldn't shake your head like that with this fever, you may get dizzy," You hold his cheek as his tail sways again, his ears standing tall along with something else...

A tall tent forms in his shorts that he hadn't even noticed but you, kneeling in front of him, noticed. You smile softly and stand up.

"I think I know what's up," You nod and Jeongin perks up.

"Really?" He looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes, that innocent hope.

"Have you heard of being in heat?" You ask as you sit down beside him and Jeongin's jaw drops.

"You don't think..." His face flushes even more than before though you didn't think he could get redder. He tucks his bushy tail around his body, a sign of insecurity.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," you smile softly as you put a hand to his shoulder but he continues to tuck away, his ears flattening. "It's normal, similar stuff happens to me monthly," you nod and Jeongin tilts an ear, a little confused and curious. "That's a topic for another day but promise me if you ever need help you can come to me okay?" You look at him determinedly and he nods quickly, showing you he's listening.

However, a week later you felt like he hadn't heard you at all.

"I'm fine!" Jeongin shouts from behind his bedroom door. You had accidentally knocked when he was masturbating and now he was...pissy.

"I just wanted to see how you're holding up," you explain and you hear him growl, his voice cracking.

"I don't need you bothering me every ten minutes! Leave me alone!" He hisses and you hear him hit the wall, amplifying his statement. You sigh and decide to leave him be but you weren't sure how much longer you could "leave him be". He's a mess. You hear him up all night, his chronically on his phone and he hasn't eaten a full meal in at least three days. You really worry about him and how this heat is physically and emotionally affecting him.

You then decide to do what most would think is an ass move but you don't have much of a choice. You go back to his room and knock on the door. "What!?" Jeongin snaps but you remain calm.

"I'm coming in," You say as you grab the door handle.

"N-No! Wait," you hear the genuine panic in his voice and you decide to wait. "Let me just...one second," he hisses and you hear some cluttering behind the door before he opens it. "What," he raises a brow at you and you are momentarily frozen because of how he looks. His hair frizzy, eyes dark, and his face flushed.

"I need to talk to you," you remain firm despite his height and size compared to you. You let yourself in and close the door behind you. After some negotiating you get Jeongin to sit next to you on his bed and you can see the frantic movement in his eyes, clearly buzzed. "I told you if you need help you should come to me," you put a hand to your chest and he scoffs.

"I don't need help, I'm handling it just fine," he scowls as he looks to the side and you sigh.

"Listen, this may be harsh but based on your attitude you need to hear it," you cross your arms, and he snaps his eyes over to you. "You're not fine, if you were fine you'd be eating, sleeping, bathing, and living like normal! I need you to stop shutting me out so we can actually get you to "handle" this because you will go through this every year and I'd imagine you'd like to be able to handle it better than this," you explain and Jeongin goes blank before sighing.

"Fine..." he sighs before swallowing hard. "B-But I need to know," he looks up at you, his eyes have somewhat returned to that innocent and tender glaze. He swallows hard again as he looks down. "Is it normal to..." he struggles to spit the words out. You tilt your head, showing him you're listening. "I-I can't stop thinking about you," he whimpers softly as his ears flatten. Jeongin worms his way into your arms like he always manages to do. "No matter what I do or for how long I just...I need you," his hand claws at your shoulder, kneading and pricking the fabric. "I keep getting these thoughts of...mating with you, breeding you, making you mine," he nuzzles his face against your neck, his breathing is heavy and ghosts over your skin making you shiver softly.

"Yes, this is normal," you pet his head, slicking back his tall ears only for them to bounce back up. You kiss his forehead and he smiles softly. "Do you want to...fulfill those fantasies?" You tilt your head and Jeongin instantly picks his head up, his ears pointing straight and his tail swaying.

"Yes! If you'd let me," he blushes as he admires your body quickly, his shirt hanging off his shoulder as he sits patiently.

"I'm all yours," you smile as you gesture to yourself and Jeongin's eyes light up before turning dark.

"All mine?" He tilts his head, one ear notching down as well. His hands roam over your body, looming over your breasts, but he holds back for now, instead, he decides to strip you. His touch is gentle but definitely rushed. "Fuck," he breaths out, his mouth watering as he admires your nude body on display for him. He licks his lips, his fang grazing his tongue. He throws off his shirt and begins to undo his pants as he leaves mark all over your body.

His fangs dig in, only a little, but enough that you can see it in the marks he has left. He trails his mouth lower and lower, sucking your skin into his mouth and pulling, making you moan each time. His fingers trail around your hips, outlining the bone. "Strong pelvis," he mutters against your skin.

"What was that?" You tilt your head, a little confused by his comment. He shakes his head, blushing.

"Nothing..." he goes back to marking you, a bite on each hip and right above your pubes. He then rubs his face up against your lower abdomen. "Gonna be so swollen," he mutters to himself as his strong hands roam around your body. He then picks up the back of your knees, bending them to rest on his shoulders as he creeps upward, his body looming over yours. "Will you let me breed you, baby? Pump you full of my kits," he licks your jawline, and your face flushes; he's had a complete persona change from snappy, to submissive, and now he's talking about breeding you? Heat really is intense huh...

"Fuck yeah," you moan, along with a chuckle buried deep in your chest. He lines his cock up with your slit, rubbing your folds with his tip a few times.

"Are you sure because...I don't know if I can hold back," he smirks softly as his head falls, sweat building up on his hairline again. After assuring him again he caves into his instincts, pushing his cock forward. He moans as your wet warmth envelops him, swallowing him up. "Oh god," he moans with a smirk, his head tucked back. "Is this position okay?" Jeongin asks as he begins to move his hips.

"Yeah, hits nice and deep," you ruffles his hair softly and his eyes widen.

"Nice and deep huh?" His pupils fill as he processes your words and the sensations in his body. "Gonna breed you nice and deep, you're gonna feel and look so good," he smirks as his hips pick up speed. You throw your head back as your back arches up. You stifle a moan as you grip the sheets but Jeongin grabs your wrist. "Grab me," he guides your hand to his shoulder, and you instantly reposition your arm to claw at his back.

"Yes Jeongin, just like that," you moan with a little smile and Jeongin's ears twitch upward, your praise striking a cord in him. You feel every grain of his cock gliding in and out of your dripping cunt that's throbbing and aching for release, with the rate that Jeongin is going you're going to cum soon but...would that be enough for him? Doubt it. "I think I'm close," you moan and Jeongin smirks as he looms over you.

"Yeah? Two minutes in you're already shaking and on the verge of cumming~? How cute," he smirks before nuzzling his nose into your lower jawline, breathing in your scent.

"I can't help it when you keep fucking that one spot," you whimper and Jeongins tail sways curiously.

"What spot~? Oh this one," he slaps his hips into that one spot that makes your legs shoot straight up.

"Fuck! You asshole," you whine as you fall back into the pillow. He stops thrusting only to tease that spot, his hips swaying back and forth to make his cock rub against that sweet spot. You whimper loudly and he grins.

"Oh but you like it don't you?" He licks the shell of your ear before continuing to thrust, this time focusing on that spot, moving at a slower but harder pace. He begins to rub your clit on top of everything else.

"J-Jeongin," you moan as your head goes fuzzy, a strange warmth taking control of your body as you feel warm water trickling out of your slit. It wasn't as much trickling, more spraying, and it definitely wasn't water. Jeongin is momentarily taken aback, setting your legs down to rest by his hips.

"I...I didn't know I could do that," he blushes softly as he looks at the wetness on his body. "Well, I guess I didn't do anything you were the one who...squirted," he folds in his lips with that little awkward smile.

"Come here boy," you bring your arms around his neck and pull him closer. His face flushes from the little title you gave him. "I didn't tell you to stop," you look into his eyes while your head spins.

"R-Right," Jeongin nods, feeling a little confused on who was the dom and sub in this. He resumes his little breeding session, his hips resuming speed if not increasing thanks to the lube you just produced, and he felt himself falling to his instincts again. The constant throb in his loins, the heat coursing through his body, and the way his gut tightens with every thrust. The raw need to breed, not only fuck, returned. He whimpers softly as his head falls to your shoulder. "Wanna fill you," He whines, "fill you with my kits," he growls his voice leaks desperacy but he soon met his goal.

A fluid and consistent warmth filled you from the inside as the two of you moan in harmony. A sense of satisfaction runs through the both of you; Jeongin's through the thought of breeding you at long last and yours through the raw pleasure and warmth he brought to you. You bring up a hand to the back of his head, brushing his hair softly as a form of praise. The room falls quiet aside from the sound of the two of you panting. "Sorry," Jeongin breathes and you tilt your head.

"For what," You chuckle softly.

"For...Yelling at you and being rude," He pouts softly as he thinks back on what he said. "You know I didn't mean of that, I was just...stressed," He looks up into your eyes, his ears tucked back.

"Of course," You kiss his nose again and he squints his eyes shut with a smile. "And I understand. Hormones and stuff can be a lot to handle, trust me," You pet behind his ear and he moans softly.

"Thank you for understanding, you're the best owner I could ask for," He nuzzles his head up into your hand, a low purr humming in his throat.

"Thank you baby, it means a lot," You snuggle into his neck. "Now, lets get you a bath," You smile and he frowns, his ears tuck back.

"I hate baths..."

[0omillo0]

Always Listening

Jeongin x Reader ;༊๋࣭ comfort ♡

a/n: y/n is a certified yapper and jeongin loves her more than anything. but.. does she really annoy everyone by talking that much?

It was a lively evening, filled with laughter and celebration. You, Jeongin, and the boys had decided to go out to a cozy restaurant downtown to celebrate Jisung’s recent accomplishment—a project he’d been pouring his heart into for months had finally been completed, and the results were better than anyone had expected.

The table was buzzing with excitement, everyone chatting at once, exchanging jokes, and sharing stories. You sat beside Jeongin, your hand occasionally brushing against his under the table. From the moment you arrived, you couldn’t stop talking. Whether it was about Jisung’s project, the outfit you almost wore tonight, or the funny incident at work earlier that day, words spilled from your lips with your usual energy.

Jeongin listened intently, as he always did, his soft smile never leaving his face. His hand found its way to your knee beneath the table, a quiet gesture that said, I’m here. I’m listening.

“Wait, wait, so what happened with the barista again?” Jeongin asked, his tone warm and curious.

You laughed, recounting the story for what felt like the third time. “She misspelled my name so badly, I couldn’t even recognize it. I had to double-check that it was my coffee!”

The table chuckled, but just as you were about to continue, Seungmin’s dry voice cut through the laughter.

“Don’t you ever stop talking?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

Everyone laughed—it was classic Seungmin, known for his sarcastic humor. No one took him too seriously, and you usually didn’t either. But tonight, the words hit differently. Your laughter faltered for just a second before you forced it back, brushing off the comment with a weak smile.

The boys continued chatting, unaware of your sudden shift in mood. Jeongin glanced at you, his brows furrowing slightly when he noticed your silence.

“Babe, you okay?” he whispered, leaning closer so only you could hear.

You nodded quickly, not trusting yourself to speak. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you murmured, poking at the food on your plate.

But you weren’t fine. The noise of the restaurant, the laughter around you—it all felt overwhelming now. The comment replayed in your head, louder each time, until you couldn’t hear anything else.

Jeongin tried to engage you in conversation a few more times, but your responses were short, your usual enthusiasm dimmed. He didn’t push, but his hand stayed on your knee, his thumb rubbing gentle circles as if to reassure you.

When you couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, you excused yourself. “I’ll be right back,” you said quickly, not looking at anyone as you got up and headed for the bathroom.

The moment you were alone, the dam broke. Tears streamed down your face as you locked the door and leaned against the sink.

Why did it bother me so much? you thought bitterly, wiping at your cheeks. It was just a joke. Seungmin didn’t mean anything by it. But no matter how much you rationalized it, the sting remained. You couldn’t help but feel like maybe you did talk too much, like your excitement and chatter were more of an annoyance than anything else.

Once the tears slowed, you splashed cold water on your face and took a deep breath. Your reflection stared back at you, puffy-eyed and red-nosed. Determined not to ruin the night for everyone else, you fished a small makeup pouch from your bag and did your best to cover the evidence of your crying.

When you returned to the table, you forced a smile, slipping back into your seat as if nothing had happened. Jeongin’s eyes immediately searched yours, his concern deepening when he noticed the faint redness around them.

“Y/N, are you—”

“I’m fine,” you interrupted, your voice a little too bright. “What did I miss?”

The boys carried on, but Jeongin didn’t take his eyes off you.

“Are you sure?” he asked quietly, leaning in.

“I’m sure,” you lied, flashing him a smile.

Han wasn’t convinced. “You okay, Y/N? You’ve been quiet tonight,” he asked, his tone soft and concerned.

“Me? Of course!” you said with a laugh, waving him off. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

The night finally came to an end, and as the group dispersed, Jeongin took your hand, lacing your fingers with his. He stayed quiet on the way home, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand as he mulled over how to approach the conversation.

Once inside, you sank onto the couch, your energy completely drained. Jeongin knelt in front of you, his hands resting gently on your knees.

“Y/N, please talk to me,” he said softly, his dark eyes filled with worry.

You tried to shake your head, but the lump in your throat returned. “It’s nothing, Jeongin. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he said gently. “You haven’t been yourself all night. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

His words broke you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you whispered, “It’s stupid.”

“Nothing that makes you feel this way is stupid,” he said firmly, reaching up to brush a tear from your cheek.

You took a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “It’s just… what Seungmin said. I know he didn’t mean anything by it, but it made me feel… annoying. Like I talk too much and no one cares about what I say.”

Jeongin pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his hands. “Y/N, stop that. Stop thinking that for even a second. You’re not annoying. You’re never annoying.”

“But—”

“No ‘but,’” he interrupted firmly. “I love the way you talk. I love hearing every little thing that’s on your mind. I love how excited you get about the smallest things and how you light up when you’re telling a story. Don’t let one joke make you feel like you need to change.”

His words cracked something open inside you, and you broke down completely, clutching onto him as you sobbed. Jeongin held you tightly, murmuring comforting words into your hair and pressing soft kisses to your temple.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Let it out, babe. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

When your sobs finally quieted, he guided you to sit back against the couch, brushing away the last of your tears with his thumbs.

“I don’t want you to hold back because of something someone said, okay?” he said gently. “Your voice is one of my favorite things about you. Don’t ever be afraid to use it.”

You nodded, your throat still tight. “Thank you, Jeongin.”

He smiled, leaning in to kiss you softly. “Always. I mean it, Y/N—I’ll always listen to you.”

You let out a watery laugh, leaning into his embrace. Jeongin stayed with you on the couch, holding you close and whispering sweet reassurances until you felt like yourself again.

And that night, as you lay in bed, his arms wrapped around you protectively, you knew you’d found the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.

tags: @hannamoon143 @intartaruginha

[strrykais]

(☘︎) ─── long story short

you’ve known yang jeongin since you were kids, until one day he leaves you unexpectedly without a word for years. but that night, the last night you two hung out, he left you with a little more than a memory ; his unplanned baby.

𐀔𓂃 kais note: sorry i went mia with this.. but im back ☺️

back to library | req? yes / no

part one | part two | part three

© strrykais ⋅

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