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Time and Again
bang chan x reader x hyunjin!! word count: 4.2k
a straykids fic wherein; You thought acting was just another gig, until a simple favor spiraled into something more complicated. As you step into a world of wealth and deception, you meet Chan and Hyunjin—two men whose lives you’ve unintentionally entangled with your own.
an: let's rest from bsn everyonee~ i got a new fic!! hope you'll like it
What can’t we stop in life?
Time.
That thought lingers in your mind, unshakeable.
We can't stop growing up. Time is relentless. It pushes us forward, even when we want to stay still. One day, we'll notice gray hairs sprouting like uninvited guests, our teeth might loosen and fall like autumn leaves, and our once smooth skin will crease and roughen, mapping out the years we've lived.
We can't freeze a moment, no matter how desperately we want to linger in it. The seconds tick on, pulling us along whether we're ready or not.
We can't slow time, even when we're anxious about an upcoming exam that looms over us like a storm cloud. No matter how much we wish for more time to prepare, the day will arrive, just as it always does.
We can't hold onto the minutes when we're engrossed in a movie, lost in another world, hoping it never ends. But as much as we resist, the credits will eventually roll, pulling us back to reality.
We can't pause time, even when we long to remain a carefree child, untouched by the worries and responsibilities that come with growing older.
We can’t stop time.
Just like you couldn’t stop yourself from turning 25.
You sit quietly, a single cupcake in front of you, the tiny flame of the candle flickering in the dim light of your apartment. The room is silent, the only sound the soft hiss of the air conditioner. You lean forward and blow out the candle, the flame extinguishing with a small puff of smoke that curls into the air.
You clap your hands together, a small, solitary celebration. There’s no one here to cheer with you, no one to share this moment. You glance around, your eyes tracing the familiar shapes of your home—the worn sofa, the stack of unread books on the coffee table, the kitchen with its unwashed dishes. The shadows stretch long in the quiet room, filling the spaces where laughter and voices used to be.
Growing up, birthdays started to feel just like any other day. The excitement, the anticipation—it all faded, replaced by a quiet acceptance that time was moving on, with or without you.
If it weren’t for your friend Nana, who surprised you with a cupcake earlier, you might not have even remembered it was your birthday. She’d smiled brightly, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she handed you the small cake, her voice cheerful as she wished you another year of happiness. Her warmth lingered even after she left, the cupcake a sweet reminder that someone cared.
You sigh, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips, and take a bite of the cupcake. The sweetness fills your mouth, a brief comfort. You chew slowly, savoring the flavor, letting it dissolve on your tongue. For a moment, you close your eyes, letting yourself be present, here in this small, quiet moment.
And just like that, another birthday passes.
You slip into bed, the sheets cool against your skin. You turn off the lights, the room plunging into darkness, and whisper a thank you to yourself for making it this far—a quiet acknowledgment of your perseverance, of the little victories that have brought you here. Your body relaxes into the mattress, the day’s weariness catching up to you. With a deep breath, you close your eyes, giving in to the pull of sleep, the last thought in your mind a simple, comforting one—you’ve made it another year.
We can't stop time, indeed.
The next morning, you’re jolted awake by the shrill ring of your alarm. You fumble for your phone, your fingers clumsy with sleep, and press the snooze button, craving just five more minutes of rest. The bed is warm and inviting, and you sink back into it, pulling the covers over your head.
But those five minutes stretch longer than intended. The next thing you know, you’re blinking your eyes open, and a glance at the clock sends your heart racing—it’s already 8:00 a.m.
Your workday starts at 8:30.
Panic sets in, adrenaline flooding your system as you throw the covers off and leap out of bed. You move as fast as you can—faster than you thought possible. Your mind races through the tasks ahead, prioritizing speed over everything.
If only you could stop time, you could take a peaceful shower, let the warm water wake you up slowly, ease you into the day. But since you can’t, you resort to multitasking in a desperate attempt to catch up with the minutes slipping away.
You brush your teeth while standing under the showerhead, the water splashing over you as you try not to miss a spot.
You toast bread while ironing your clothes, darting back and forth between the kitchen and the ironing board, hoping nothing burns.
You eat your breakfast standing by the window, glancing out every few seconds to see if the bus is coming, chewing quickly as you mentally run through your day’s schedule.
You apply your makeup on the bus, your reflection shaky in the tiny mirror, hoping you don’t smudge your eyeliner as you rehearse your work script under your breath.
You slip on your heels while running through the building’s entrance, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.
But despite all your efforts, you are still late. If only you could blame time. sighs
You work as an extra.
An extra in any movie or TV show that needs someone to fill in the background, to be a part of the scenery, blending into the lives of the characters who take the spotlight. That’s your job. It pays the bills, keeps you afloat, but sometimes you wonder if it's enough.
"You’re late," your friend says with a smirk as you frantically try to fix your hair, fingers shaking as you attempt to tame the unruly strands. "They were about to replace you. Thanks to me, I practically had to kneel on the floor and beg them to keep you on."
You know she didn’t really do that—she just wants to remind you not to push your luck by being late again. Extras like you, well, you're replaceable. The director doesn’t wait for anyone in your position. You’re just a face in the crowd, someone who can be swapped out without a second thought.
"I’m sorry," you murmur, the words feeling heavy in your mouth. You know the truth: you’re not important enough to hold up production. Who are you to be waited on?
The scene begins. You’re seated in a cozy restaurant, a man across from you who’s playing the part of your date. The two of you chat quietly, exchanging smiles that mean nothing, just a prop to fill the space. Then, the two main characters walk past, their presence commanding attention as they take a seat at a table a few spots away from you. They start their lines, their voices clear and confident, pulling everyone’s focus toward them.
You keep the conversation going with your ‘date,’ even though you know your words won’t be heard, and you might not even be seen on camera. Your job is to blend in, to make the world of the show feel real, even if your face never truly appears.
Later, you find yourself in a different role—a gossiper in a crowded café. You sit with a group of women, exchanging whispers and sideways glances at the main female character, who is seated nearby. She plays her part well, her expression sad and weary, as if your gossip has cut her deeply.
"I heard she got impregnated by an addict," you say with a laugh, delivering your lines with just the right amount of disdain. Your friend beside you joins in, adding to the conversation with her own sharp lines. You play your role, small as it is, with the same effort and energy you’ve been putting into it for the past two years.
It’s a job that keeps you going, one that lets you continue living, but sometimes you wonder… is it enough?
Another day, another set. This time, you’re part of the audience for a game reality show. You clap and cheer, your voice blending with the others as you pretend to be thrilled by the events on stage. You’re paid to be enthusiastic, to create an atmosphere of excitement, and it’s fun in its own way.
Then comes one of your biggest roles yet: a funeral scene. This time, you get to cry, and it’s not just background work—you actually have a solo shot. The camera focuses on you as tears stream down your face, and you give it everything you have. When the scene wraps, you mentally clap for yourself, feeling a small surge of pride.
But when the lights dim and the day’s work is done, you can’t help but ask yourself… are you content with this? Being an extra? Is this all there is for you?
You arrive home to your small apartment, exhaustion weighing on your shoulders. You flop onto the couch, turning on the TV to catch the latest episode of the series you’re currently working on. You munch on chips as the scene plays out, eyes scanning the screen, looking for yourself in the background.
The camera pans to a hospital scene, and there you are, laying on a hospital bed, playing the part of an injured patient. It’s a fleeting moment—just a few seconds of screen time—but you spot yourself. And despite everything, you can’t help but smile.
You have big dreams for yourself, dreams of being a star, a known and respected actress. But those dreams feel so far away now, almost impossible. Still, you hold onto the hope that one day..
time will take you there.
"Please, can you do this for me? I'm begging! You're a great actress; I know you can pull it off."
Had the time finally taken you to this point?
"How much are we talking?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
No, you were still just playing an extra in someone else’s story.
"I’ll give you whatever you want. Name your price, I promise—just this once, please."
Your friend, Kim, the daughter of a multimillionaire, was asking you for a favor for the first time. That alone told you she was desperate. And money? Of course, you always went for the money.
"What exactly do you need me to do?"
"I want you to pretend," she said, her voice low but insistent.
You were good at pretending.
Yes, you were really good at acting (if only everyone could see it).
You felt a spark of excitement at the challenge her offer presented.
"Then get that money ready," you smirked, your confidence returning.
This was just another job. Consider it your usual work—a role you’d mastered time and again.
The party was extravagant.
It felt like only the truly rich could reach this level of opulence.
Everything was so formal, so unlike anything you’d ever experienced.
Was this where the wealthy spent their riches?
You marveled at the bartender, who crafted your drink with a precision and flair you’d only seen in movies. A glass of alcohol here likely cost more than your monthly wage.
You were still in awe when you suddenly shook your head, reminding yourself why you were here.
But then, you decided to savor the moment. You should stay a while, just to taste what it was like to be rich, even if only for a few minutes.
You perched on a high barstool, letting yourself sink into the role.
You began your act—moving slowly, carefully, like someone accustomed to luxury. The dress you wore made you nervous; you were scared it might get ruined, so you moved as elegantly as possible, like you imagined rich people did.
You were so focused on your act that you didn’t notice someone sitting on the stool beside you until he spoke.
"I’ll have what she’s having," he said, nodding toward the bartender.
You took a sip of your drink, your eyes scanning the room, trying to blend in.
But you flinched as the burning liquid slid down your throat. This stuff was expensive, but in that moment, you still preferred the soju from the convenience store.
Who were you kidding? Of course, this was better.
You noticed the man beside you giving you a curious look, like he was judging your strange behavior.
Mentally, you scolded yourself and snapped back to your role.
"So, how are you?" you asked, turning to the man beside you, trying to recover.
He looked at you with a puzzled expression, as if he was trying to figure out who you were.
Internally, you cringed. He wasn’t part of your task. Get your head back in the game!
"Never mind, don’t answer that," you quickly added, dropping the act. Tired of pretending when your target was still nowhere in sight, you let a bit of your true self show. Anyway, this man didn’t know you at all.
This only seemed to confuse him more. He stared at you as if trying to figure out why you were so… weird.
"Can you tell me what this drink is called again?" you asked, turning back to him.
He said a name you didn’t recognize, and you didn’t bother trying to remember it—you’d forget it anyway.
"Right. That," you replied nonchalantly.
"Are you drunk?" he asked, an amused smirk playing on his lips.
"Why would I be? Drinks like this don’t get me drunk after just one shot," you laughed.
He shrugged and returned to his drink, staring into nothing as if lost in his own thoughts. Even when a gorgeous woman passed by, he didn’t seem to notice her, and she walked away without a second glance.
"What are you thinking about?" you asked, genuinely curious.
The man turned his attention back to you, shrugged again, and answered, "Nothing."
"Oh, come on, you can tell me. You know it’s better to talk to strangers," you encouraged, taking another sip. "And I promise you, you won’t ever see me again."
Were you drunk? No, definitely not.
The stranger looked at you, seeming to debate whether to open up to you.
"I’ve just got a lot of problems," he began, his voice tinged with frustration.
"I can’t believe even rich people have problems," you chuckled. "But then again, everyone has problems."
"Rich people are people too," he laughed softly.
"Right, I forgot," you laughed along with him.
"So, yeah… have you ever been forced to love someone?" he asked, swirling the drink in his glass.
"No. Why would someone force me to? Do they own my heart? I own myself!" you declared.
"Right," he laughed again, and you found it strangely attractive. But rich people weren’t for someone like you. "But what if you don’t have a choice?"
"I still wouldn’t. I stick to my principles. No one should own you unless you want them to. No one should rule your life—you own it," you said firmly.
"That’s easier said than done," he replied, a hint of sadness in his tone.
"It’s hard, but you need to stand up for yourself," you insisted.
He found your bluntness amusing. He didn’t reply but took another sip of his drink, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"I’m Chan," he said, finally introducing himself and extending his hand. You shook it but didn’t offer your name in return, as you were supposed to. So he asked, "What’s your name?"
"I’m staying a stranger tonight," you chuckled. "And I’m not who I am tonight."
Chan found you hilariously weird, but in a good way. He didn’t want to walk away from your strangeness.
"Look at that man," you said, nodding discreetly toward a man not far away. Chan followed your gaze.
"Ah, that’s Hyu—" he started to say, but you weren’t listening.
"He’s a jerk. He plays with girls’ hearts, and I’m here to tell him off," you said, standing up. The sudden movement made you dizzy, and you almost stumbled, but Chan caught you. You quickly steadied yourself, focusing on your goal—your task.
You marched over to the man sitting on the couch with his new girl. Was this what all rich people did? Collect girls like trophies?
"Hyunjin!" you called out, the reason you were here. "How dare you!" You approached him and slapped him hard across the face, your acting skills kicking into high gear.
The people around him froze, but thankfully, most were too absorbed in the jazz music to notice. Still, you almost wished more eyes were on you.
"You cheated on me!" you cried, tears welling up in your eyes. "How could you? I loved you so much, and you do this to me?"
Hyunjin looked utterly shocked, clearly having no idea what was happening. The girl beside him began to pull away from his embrace, doubt creeping into her expression.
You continued to cry, letting the tears fall freely, until you felt it was time to make your exit. You ran back to the bar, grabbed your bag, finished the rest of your drink in one gulp, and hurried out of the scene.
Once you were outside, you wiped away the tears, blowing out a long breath.
"Wow. That was harder than I thought," you muttered to yourself, a satisfied smile spreading across your face.
Sorry, Hyunjin. I promise, you won’t be seeing me again.
As Kim had explained, your task was to teach Hyunjin a lesson. According to her, Hyunjin was a playboy jerk who toyed with her sister's heart, and he deserved to be taken down a notch. Now, after your little performance, anyone who overheard would probably believe that the angelic-looking Hyunjin was nothing but a cheater.
Well, you couldn’t deny that he was handsome. But a jerk is a jerk.
Later, your friend Kim was thrilled with your story.
"Really? You believed me right away?" you rolled your eyes. "People like you are too easy to fool. You get carried away by stories without looking for evidence. What if I lied?"
"Why would you lie? I know you," she said confidently, handing you an envelope—probably full of money.
You thanked her, but when you saw the amount, you quickly tried to hand it back.
"That’s too much," you protested.
Even though you were friends with a rich girl like her, you would never take advantage of it.
"It’s fine," she laughed, as if she were giving away pocket change.
You knew from experience that she was stubborn and wouldn’t listen, so you just took the money and mumbled a quick thanks. "If you have any more jobs for me, I’m always here… but that was the last one."
"Okay, thanks," she said cheerfully. "And that dress—you can keep it. You look stunning in it."
You laughed, "You think I’d give it back after feeling like a princess in it?" You admired yourself in the mirror in her room. "Just kidding. Thanks for this."
Last night was a great racket job.
You felt good acting. Maybe it would even be shown on television—who knows? But one thing was certain: you loved acting. Even when the roles were small, the thrill of pretending to be someone else was addictive.
But now, as you stepped back into your everyday life, everything felt dull by comparison. Dressed in a school uniform, you were playing yet another role, this time as a student taking a test. Just an act, but as you glanced at the girl across from you—crying on her desk for the scene—you felt a pang of envy. For a moment, you wished you were her, caught up in a dramatic life that wasn’t your own.
It was break time, and you found a corner to sit in, nibbling on the free snacks they provided. The munching was interrupted by Jeremy, one of the extras and a friend you’d made on set.
"There’s an audition this Saturday," he began, excitement bubbling in his voice. "They’re looking for doubles for an action series."
Good news, perhaps. But you’d been down that road before. Playing the main character during action scenes sounded thrilling, but it usually ended with you in the hospital. So..
"No," you said firmly, shaking your head. "Never again."
Jeremy tried to persuade you. "I get it, but this is a big opportunity! The director will be there, and rumor has it he’s scouting for a new star. We could be more than just extras—we could get real lines if we do well."
His words struck a chord. The possibility of stepping out of the shadows, of being more than just a face in the background, was tempting. You could feel the spark of hope igniting in your chest.
You entered the building, your heart pounding in your chest. Maybe it was indeed your time.
Taking a deep breath, you stepped up to the podium, ready to deliver the lines you’d been practicing for days. Your moment had arrived, and you were determined to make the most of it.
But just as you opened your mouth to speak, a voice interrupted.
"The director is here."
You turned, your mouth hanging open in shock. Entering the room was someone you never expected to see.
"Good morning. I’m Bang Chan."
The confidence you’d carefully built up began to crumble. The man sitting before you, staring intently, was someone you never thought you’d meet again.
Chan smirked, his gaze locking onto yours. "Show us what you’ve got."
Your hands trembled as you tried to remember your lines. The words that had come so easily in front of your mirror at home now felt foreign and distant. But you pushed through, forcing yourself to focus, to give the best performance you could muster.
When you finally finished, you left the room feeling weak, as if all your strength had been drained away. Your mind was a whirlpool of uncertainty. Had you done well? Would you be called back? You couldn’t be sure.
But as it turned out, it really was your time.
Days later, you sat staring at your computer screen, reading the email from the network you auditioned.
The word "passed" jumped out at you.
Passed?
You weren’t sure how to feel. Happiness? Shock? Disbelief?
Of course, you should be happy—this was a huge opportunity! And yet… how could you have passed when you were so uncertain about your performance? Was it Chan’s influence that got you through?
No matter how it happened, you had to be grateful. Maybe Chan had seen something in you. Maybe this was your chance to prove yourself. But at the back of your mind, one question lingered: Had he recognized you from the scandal you’d created with Hyunjin?
On the day of the script reading, you arrived early, standing in front of the tall building with a mix of anticipation and nerves.
A script reading? And you were invited?
You practically bounced with excitement, the reality of your situation sinking in. You jogged to the entrance, your heart soaring with the possibility that maybe, just maybe, Chan had seen something in you worth believing in.
As you entered the room, you noticed it was already filled with people—many of whom were familiar faces from the industry. But you didn’t let it faze you. You found a quiet corner to sit in, waiting for the session to begin.
It was strange. You hadn’t received any details in the email—just an invitation. And yet, you didn’t feel out of place. The thought of maybe having a role, of stepping into a new chapter of your acting career, kept your spirits high.
Soon, more stars began to arrive, and though you’d grown used to seeing celebrities up close, the buzz of excitement was still contagious. You watched them interact, some putting on airs, others more down-to-earth than their public personas suggested.
Then Chan entered, his presence commanding the room. You hadn’t realized it at first that he was the director—it was surprising. He seemed more like a CEO than a filmmaker. Curious, you leaned over to the person next to you.
"He’s new," they whispered, as if sharing a secret. "Apparently, it’s been his dream to direct, and now he’s finally pursuing it. But yeah, he’s the son of a big businessman, so everyone knows this project will be a hit because of his connections."
You nodded, your curiosity piqued. But as you tried to settle back into your thoughts, the door opened again, and someone else walked in.
Your heart stopped.
It was Hyunjin.
The same Hyunjin you’d sworn you’d never see again.
Your eyes met, and he smirked, a glint of recognition in his gaze.
"The main star is here!" Chan announced with a broad smile, welcoming Hyunjin with a warm hug.
Main star?
At that moment, you wished time would freeze, giving you a chance to escape.
He looks like he came straight out of anime I'm crying
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We've been blessed today I missed him so much
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How hyunjin would react to 9th membur reader making suicide jokes
(warnings: suicidal talk, joking about serious topics, sad hyunjin)
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Hyunjin-
He would the type to confront you instantly, all it takes is one joke to come out of your mouth and he's pulling you aside.
"{reader}? Are you doing okay?"
He would ask in a very soft tone as he didn't want to scare you,
when you told him you were joking he would not believe you one bit.
He would tell the older members to keep any eye on you, he would be so over dramatic.
"have you eaten today?"
or
"how much sleep did you get last night?"
would be constant questions from him every day and he wouldn't even try to hide it from the other members.
expect daily hugs and daily affirmations, this man will not rest until he is 100% sure that your doing okay.
Hwang Hyunjin Fic! Recommendations
(pt 1) my blogtw! — some chapters/oneshots may contain heavy smut,horror,angst read at your ownrisk. 🌌 — smut 🫐 — fluff 🌊 — angst
BEUTY IN DEATH - Chase Atlantic ▶• ||ıı|||ıı|||||ı|ıı|ı. 2:00
! Miniseries + synopsis
The Strange Man of Monterrey Manor by @/quokkacore
•🌊🌌 (complete)
– Willoughby, 1799 — Life as the heiress of a disgraced house has not been kind to you. You’re neglected, unwanted, and used as a bargaining chip for your father to weasel his way out of the debt he owes the moment you come of age. It takes a turn for the stranger when you’re chosen to wed the owner of the manor atop the mountain — a mysterious, eccentric, cruel lord no one has ever seen. Whisked away to the dark and cold house and wed to a stranger, your questions become more and more. Why is Hyunjin the way that he is? What are the strange noises that echo through the house late at night? And why does your heart begin to beat faster whenever he’s nearby?
Pluto by @/seospicybin
• 🌊🌌 (complete)
– Knowing that your life will end soon, you choose to have your desired death by making a pact with the devil with a red hair, Hyunjin
The taste of honey by @/straywrds
• 🌊🌌 (ongoing)
– You were promised to Hyunjin before you were even born. Every year, he writes you a letter for your birthday and you write him one in return. Twenty years after the first correspondence, it's time for you to move to the Hwang Estate and meet him for the first time.
four of wands by @/straywrds
• 🌊🌌 (ongoing)
– “I didn’t say the Four of Wands appeared to people who are in love. I said it appeared to people who were falling in love. It’s not the same thing.” Hyunjin shook his head, his red hair falling back in front of his face, partially covering his eyes, like a storm moving over a dusky sky. “And, I’m not a psychic. I’m a witch.”
INFERNO by @/cb97percent
•🌊🌌🫐 (ongoing)
– Hyunjin is supposed to get married to his childhood best friend a month after he turns eighteen. He's so clueless about what "manhood" entails that his mother consults to arranging a "makeshift wife" to train him for it.
Anti-Romantic by @/jisungsdaydreamer
• 🌊🌌🫐 (ongoing)
– After a lifetime of heartbreak, you try your chance at romance for one last time, meeting up with L.A.'s most beloved dating coach, Dr. Hwang Hyunjin. Lines are crossed and strange events ensue.
SUPER BOARD by @/straywrds
• 🌊🌌🫐(ongoing)
– He's the guy everybody has seen around but nobody actually knows anything about except that he's an art major and sells weed...
! ONESHOTS
need to know by @/hwajin
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surprises by @/writerracha
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magic and rune by @/mimziie
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taste by @/hwajin
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sweat by @/hwajin
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love untold by @/hwajin
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insecure by @/hwajin
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kitchen counter by @/hwajin
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touch me by @/slutforleeminho
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[8:27pm] “-and he was just so adorable and i couldn’t help but fall in love with the little puppy so i brought him home with me and he’s been my best friend ever since,” you glance up from your water glass. your date is focused on you and through the dim lighting you can make out the fond look in his eyes. you look away already feeling warmth crawl up your cheeks. “sorry, i didn’t mean to talk so much. i didn’t mean to bother you,” you mumble.
this was only your second date with hyunjin and you didn’t want to overwhelm him. god you really didn't want to scare him away. you were already so infatuated with the boy. a warm hand touching the top of your own brings you out of your thoughts.
“woah you aren’t bothering me. i like hearing you tell stories,” hyunjin says and you can tell he genuinely means it. “so what did you name this best friend of yours,” he asks. you pause and think about if he really wants you to continue talking. when you decide he’s being honest you launch back into the story. as you’re talking you miss the invested look in his eyes.
little did you know hyunjin was just as infatuated with you as you are with him. he loves hearing you tell stories. he could listen to your voice everyday all day for the rest of his life and he would be happy. as you stare at each other from across the table you both begin to think you finally met your soulmate.
Some Stray Kids Scenarios 💜🪻✨
Félix (imagine) 🐥❤️
Han Jisung imagine 🐿️🤍✨
Changbin, Felix, Jisung, Minho X reader🐷🐥🐿️🐰 💛
•Action and Reaction 🔥❤️
Hyunjin X Han X Cris X reader
Action and Reaction part 2 ⬇️
Action and Reaction part 3⬇️
Action and Reaction 🔥❤️
Part 2 ⬇️
The night ends with Hyunjin returning home thoughtful, Han taking an interest in Ágata and Y/N sleeping in the guest room of Cris's house, since she offered to help clean up the mess.
The girl wakes up to a message from Han: "Look, I don't know what happened last night, but I wanted to know if you're okay." She then replies with: "Good morning Hanji, I was fine, I just found it strange to see you "moving on", spending all this time with you made me think about our past." "I understand perfectly Y/Nnie, but I need to move on, I'm tired of running after you, it was making me feel bad, I'm happy for you and Hyunjin, he seems perfect for you," Han adds.
As the days went by, she really realized that every action has a reaction, that if she does something, something will react. Y/N liked Han but was in love with Hyunjin.
Or maybe not?
She felt confused.
Maybe she did see something in Hanji, he was so similar to her, so fun, funny and it seemed like they shared the same neurons.
She used to say that he was "my alarm clock" the one that makes her wake up every day, her "reason".
Hyunjin arrived so suddenly, it was good, energizing, but as the days went by that gave way.
"You seem sad" Cris said
"I'm not, just a little confused with myself, I feel like I lost Henri and I didn't want that." "Tell me what you want from him, do you want him? Or do you want to risk Hyunjin? I've known you since you were a child, Y/Nnie, and I know that in order for you to really like and want to be with someone, you have to know them for a long time. Do you know why you were sad about his kiss with Agata? Because you trust him, because you wanted him. Think again, maybe Hyunjin only showed up to show you who you really want, because the idea of being away from him scares you. - Cris She hugs Cris and cries "Hyunjin will think I'm an idiot." "No, you just have to talk to him, and if he does, that's his problem, you have to fix things with your best friend now." "Cris, you know that you're actually my best friend, right?" Cris kisses her head and smiles.
Hanji found himself thinking about the damned “truth or dare” kiss. He *wanted* to kiss the prettiest girl in his opinion. Y/N was the prettiest girl, but he simply kissed Ágata because she was the most desired among the boys and he was afraid of what Hyunjin would do. After all, this was before he knew that Ágata was dating a college student who picked her up every day on his motorcycle after school. He felt ridiculous for thinking that she would give him a chance. But what can we expect from a girl who shows up with a different boy every week?
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Y/N spends recess with Han and he tells her about Ágata. Honestly, Y/N knew the girl’s nature and knew that she would be bad for anyone who got involved with her. Cris comes up to them and says:
“Y/N, baby, we need to talk.” He looks serious.
“What happened?”
“*Hyunjin,* it was all a bet.
“What?” Han answers.
“I was in the bathroom and I heard him talking to Seungmin at the door about whether Hyunjin would really be able to “get Y/N” and saying that it would be easy because you “fell for his trap.” To top it off, Seungmin said that he should try too because you seem to be acting like a saint, but behind his back you were hooking up with Hanji and trying to deceive Hyunjin, so one more wouldn’t make a difference.”
“They saw that I heard because when I left I threw some truths in both of their faces. Seungmin tried to punch me, but I was faster and punched him in the face, pushed them both away and left.”
“My God…I always had a bad feeling about Hyunjin…it’s a shame I was right.”
“I’m going to kill those idiots.” - Han
“Guys, you better calm down, it’s not worth wasting your time with them, I’ve already taken care of this.”
“I need to talk to Hyunjin” -Alanna
“Be careful, pretty” -Hanji
Y/N finds Hyunjin standing at the door of their classroom
“Hi, honey” -hyunjin
“Don’t call me that, idiot”
“Calm down, why are you like this? Are you nervous because of your friend Cris? Didn’t he fuck you today?”
“Fuck you!” Y/N ends up slapping Hyunjin hard in the face, who freezes there after realizing that everyone saw it. Including the girls he picks up. How could they trust him after that? They even *filmed* it.
Cris and Han get the girl out of there before the confusion gets worse and the three of them go to the cafeteria since the class was free.
“Y/N, I don’t want to see you get into this kind of trouble anymore, I know he deserved it but you could have gotten hurt, if you need anything call me and I’ll fix it” -Cris
“Honestly, you were amazing, princess” -Hanji
Cris gives Hanji a disappointed look
“What’s wrong? I’m trying to lighten the mood” -Han
“I’m sorry but I couldn’t let him talk to me like that, I know I don’t have many female friends but that doesn’t mean I’m a bitch who sits with every boy I see, especially because the only sluts here are Ágata and Hyunjin.”
“I agree, beautiful, but it’s true, when you need it, call one of us” -Han
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Y/N goes home with Hannie and they decide to watch a movie, but the girl feels so overwhelmed.
They go to the kitchen to make a snack and she starts to cry
"Kitty, are you crying?"
He hugs her and she rests her head on his shoulder while he strokes her back
"And is this crying from happiness or sadness?"
"It’s just that…everything has been so “heavy” lately, there’s a lot going on and I didn’t expect this to happen so I felt horrible with each passing moment. I can’t explain it, I thought he could be a light but in fact he became the darkness that I run away from so much now, I’m sure he’ll try to destroy my image. I bet on a loser dog and realized that I was the loser" - Y/N
"Think about what makes you want to stay, not what makes you want to leave, everyone in that school knows what he did, everyone knows he lost and anyone who disagrees is a loser like him." -Han
"I discovered a new galaxy when I met you, I love you so much." -Y/N
"- I always loved you my love, I always knew it was you, I was always crazy about you" -Han
"- crazy?"
"- yes, crazy, completely crazy" -Han
He grabs her waist and lifts her chin delicately with his finger and kisses her slowly, passionately
She thought: “Hanji, how hypnotizing you were.”
-" Thank you for not give up on me." -Han
Hi hun, I have a birthday request 🫣
Can I get Hyunjin smut where its readers birthday and as a present she comes home late from work to find Hyunjin tied up on a chair, fully naked for her to use him as she pleases as a present, and he's been hard for hours as he waited for her to get home.
hello loveee! i’m so sorry this is late afff work has been A LOT but i hope this did your ask justice !!
Happy Birthday
SMUT MINORS DNI!!!
cw: subhyunjin x domreader, mistress kink sns, teasing, begging, unprotected sex, cumming inside, pet names, reader is kinda mean (but he loves it)
You near slam the door as you walk into your apartment after a long day at work. It was bad enough you had to work on your birthday but you had had such a rough day that all you wanted was a drink and your pjs. As you kicked off your shoes in the hallway, you heard the sound of muffled whines coming from your bedroom. That’s strange, you could have sworn Hyunjin said he was working late today.
“Babe?” you call out but heard no reply. You hesitantly make your way across the lounge and into your bedroom and the sight in front of you tugged a smirk on your lips. Hyunjin, naked and restrained to a chair in the middle of your room. You weren’t too sure how he managed to tie himself up, albeit messy, but it was very much appreciated right now. He feels your presence as you get close to him and lets out a whimper in desperation for you. He couldn’t see anything, he was blindfolded which you could only imagine heightened his other senses and you come to the conclusion that that may be the reason he was agonisingly hard. You smirk at the scene in front of you, already knowing what was about to happen and oh god how much you needed this after the day you’d had.
“Baby..” he mewls and you begin to unzip your skirt slowly. Upon hearing this, Hyunjin lets out a strained moan in anticipation. A sly smile was plastered all over your lips, even if he couldn’t see it. You absolutely loved seeing Hyunjin all helpless, it was possibly your biggest turn on so it was safe to say you were in heaven right now.
“What baby boy? What do you need?” You tease as you drop your bra to the floor and Hyunjin’s cock strains at the noise it makes. You drift your fingers across his bare chest and lean into him, whimpering upon smelling your perfume. As you slowly lift the blindfold from his eyes, he releases a moan of relief as he takes in all the features of your naked body in front of him. You cock your head to the side looking at him, waiting for an answer.
“Need you.. to touch me.. miss”. Writhing against his restraints you couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty for what you were about to do… but, it was your birthday after all. You deserved this. You needed this.
“Aww baby, I know.” You torment as you run your fingers along both his thighs that cause goosebumps to form all over his body. The scent of his arousal is practically radiating off of him and you chuckle at that the state he was in. “But not just yet.. it’s my birthday love, not yours, remember?” He whines at the realisation that it was your pleasure that was coming first and then his. Usually he wouldn’t mind letting you get off first, if anything he preferred it but since he has been hard for so long, hearing your words felt like torture. You lift his chin to look at you and his now tear filled eyes lock on yours.
“Miss plea- ah” He hiccuped as you drew your finger over the tip of his leaking cock, playing with it and watching him squirm underneath you.
“I want you to watch me finger myself with your pre come baby? Can you do that?” You tease as you collect his seed from the top of his cock and you push his head down to look at your now wet cunt. Hyunjin nods pathetically and his cock only continues to leak at the sight in front of him, watching you rub at your clit, tantalisingly slow. He whines in impatience and you throw your head back in bliss. The feeling of yours and Hyunjin’s wetness rubbing slowly against your clit sends euphoric bolts of pleasure from your pussy all the way down your legs. You slowly push two fingers inside your dripping cunt and let out a moan of satisfaction that your boyfriend was clearly jealous of, hearing his pleas from underneath you.
“fuck- mistress please!” he begs but it was no use. You weren’t about to give into his aggravation. It only turned you on more and more hearing his words of desperation.
“Fuck, Hyune. Fucking myself with your come feels so.. fucking..good.” you tease, each word follows with a thrust of your fingers into you. You slowly take your fingers out and he follows them as you bring them up to his mouth. “Open” You demand, and he does, willingly. You push your fingers deep into this mouth, swirling them around on his tongue and he couldn’t stop his moans that were relentlessly falling from his mouth. “Does that taste nice love? Both of us on your tongue?”
“Mm hmm” He groans, gagging on fingers as you push them further into his mouth. You breathe heavily at the scene below you and your clit throbs in arousal. You need him inside you. Even if you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction just yet, you need it and you were taking it. You slowly pull your fingers from his mouth, collecting his spit on them as you lift them to your own, sucking your fingers clean. Hyunjin groans animalisticly in response and you slowly position yourself on top of his cock. “Gonna ride you now baby and you’re going to let me use your cock to get me off mm hmm? Like a good boy?”
“Yes please mistress! Please just use me, only for your pleasure, Y/n- miss please plea- ahhh” Hyunjin babbles like a child, interrupted by a loud groan as you sink down onto him. You both whine in unison as you feel him fill you, so full from his cock. As you begin to bounce on his cock, his whines become louder and more desperate and you laugh at his pathetic state.
“Good.. fucking.. boy” You grunt out, each word followed by a thrust down onto his hard cock. “Such a good boy, Fuck- letting me use you like this.” Your thrusts become more and more erratic as the need to climax begins to take over your body. Your harsh words only encourages Hyunjin to buck up into you as best he can, whimpering desperately under you.
“Fuck- y/n- miss i’m gonna come!” He mewls out and this only encourages you to ride him faster and harder, feeling his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You were close too if you were honest.
“Oh yeah? You gonna come inside me as I squirt on your cock hm?” Your question nearing him closer to orgasm with every thrust.
“Yes, yes, fuc-YES!!” Hyunjin exclaims as he comes inside you, his thick ropes of come pushing you over the edge as you feel the knot in your stomach come undone. You squirt all over his cock and throw your head back at the unbelievable pleasure in your cunt. You rest your forehead against his, panting as you desperately try to catch your breath.
Hyunjin lifts his head to bring you into a long kiss and you both melt into each other.
“Happy Birthday babe” He whispers into your ear and you laugh fondly.
“Thank you Hyunnie. That was the best birthday present ever!”
𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 — hhj.
🌷mdni, this post contains smut, dirty talk, f rec, slight grinding, edging, semi public shtuff eep, hyunjin is a big tease like always (babies get caught too omg).
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🌷note. my brain really needed a museum date, (still do, anyone up for it? jk) and honestly, after those recent skz posts? i needed this written, for my sanity. this is the first time writing this theme? enjoy lovvies. feedback is always appreciated !! not proofread don't @ me
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“now, we’re moving on to the next piece, which is the replica of the lovers II, originally made in 1928 by rene magritte, a oil on canvas, depicting two individuals locked in an embrace. as you can see the figures are kissing one another through the veils, being situated in a room with a black wall, a side wall, and it has the ceiling showing…” the gallery assistant addresses the group of people of all ages, but hyunjin didn’t pay too much attention. he couldn’t, no matter how much he tried. his eyes were on you.
now, if he came another time, when he was less distracted, he would’ve paid so much more attention than currently, but today especially, you were all he could see, and focus on. coming to a commercial art galleries was a good idea, he thought, for a date. what he didn’t think was how tuned out he would be, since the moment he saw you in that dress - a plain blue sleeveless dress, with soft frills at the hem, and in your hand was a denim jacket. the way you half-jogged to himthe door closing right behind you. a teeny bit of your thighs being exposed to him made him groan inwardly.
“hi baby, sorry i’m late,” you huff, joining hyunjin and the crowd, slipping your hand into your boyfriend’s, your fingers loose in his. he presses a kiss to your hair, his hand tugging you closer by your waist just as the assistant speaks again, her voice slightly hushed, but echoing in the other side. “you can explore the exhibit by yourself now, do let me or my colleague know if you need help with anything at all.”
“i still don’t understand why we’re here, babe,” hyunjin mumbles when you pull him towards one of the paintings near the exit. “i thought you're the only art i needed in my life." your hand slips out of his, laughing at his statement, as you press a small kiss to his cheek, moving closer to the painting in front of you. “so cheesy, aren’t you?” “what? i’m just being truthful here,” he pulls you back to him so your back is against his chest, his breath slow and warm on your skin.
hyunjin pulls away, turning you around to face him, his eyes wandering all over your face, while a hand reaches into his jacket pocket, bringing something out, and you look at him, confused. your hand moves to rest on his chest, smoothing out the small creases on his jacket material. “quite dressed up aren’t you?” you smile, just as he holds out a navy blue box in between the two of you. “what’s this?” you whisper, fingers moving nimbly to open the magnetic lid it had. “open it,” hyunjin hums, a small smile resting on his face, watching you fiddling with the lid to see the content inside - a pink dainty single flower necklace sat at the bottom, and you let out a gasp, running a finger across the delicate object and the details all over it. “do you llke it?” hyunjin asks, and you hug him, pulling his body close to yours, your fingers wrapped around the nape of his neck, as you feel him nuzzle his nose into your neck. “i’ll take that as a yes then,” he chuckles, when you turn around, asking him to help you with the necklace.
his mind roams around how pretty you’d look with that necklace when he first bought it, but it always made him go back to the thought of how much more prettier you’d look with only the necklace around you neck - and nothing else. your skin bare, just that single simple flower resting on your body, as his fingers explored your skin, touching you delicately with his fingers, trailing small butterfly kisses to your skin as he did so, until he moved to your centre, imagining himself resting between your legs for all his life.
“how does it look?” you question, breaking him from his thoughts, and he focuses back to reality. instead of replying he drags you by your wrist toward the exit, opening the door and letting you walk in front of him, his hand resting at the small of your back.
“hyunnie, where are we going? i just got here, and there’s so much i want to see -” you start, only for him to pull you to him, his lips on yours almost immediately, his fingers curling around your neck, his other resting on your waist, gripping the dress material tightly in his fingers. you moan into the kiss, leaning into him even more, like you were high on him and kisses, like you needed his kisses to live.
your eyelids flutter when he pulls away, licking his lips, a small laugh leaving him when he notices your eyes still closed, his thumb caressing your cheek, making you look at him. “you still want to go back?” he asks, laughing when you shake your head, because clearly it didn’t look like you wanted to head back into the gallery. “we can go another time,” you suck in a breath, your fingers wrapped around his wrist, and now you’re dragging him to the slightly dark alleyway right behind the gallery, letting him pin you against the bricked wall.
hyunjin rests his head on your shoulder, his lips resting on your skin, giving you shivers, even when it wasn’t really that cold out. his earlier thoughts return and he decides to be truthful, lifting his head up back to look at you, his fingers reaching to twirl a strand of your hair. “you know what i want to see?” you shake your head slowly, eyes trying so hard to focus on the boy in front of you. god, he's pretty. “what?”
“you wearing that necklace i gave you.” he leans in close, his mouth right at your ear. “and nothing else.”
you whine in response, just as hyunjin presses closer, his hips nudging yours, your body flattening against the wall behind you. he returns his hand on your hip, squeezing you there, fingers crushing those pretty blue frills of your dress, and you let out a sigh. “and you know what i want to see?”
“what, love?” he pushes, his voice light like he’s holding back a groan from the sight in front of him. his hand moves from your hip to trace your thigh, and a moan leaves your body as you spread your legs just a little, wanting him to rest his hand on you once again, wanting him to touch you where you needed him the most.
“words,” he continues, lifting the hem of your dress just enough for him to slip his hands right above your bundle of nerves. “i want to see you wear this vest, while you’re inside me,” you manage, pushing your hips in his direction, your fingers pushing past his jacket, touching the vest he wore on top of his shirt. the way your body was moving for you, instead of your mind, was kind of embarrassing, you thought.
“am i not already doing that, baby?” hyunjin smirks, “touching you, i mean. i know i’m going to fuck you later on when we get home, but am i not touching you, pretty thing?”
“want more,” you smile, leaning back against the wall, your fingers brushing the front of his covered crotch, making him let out a small “fuck” when you did so. “i know you do too.”
“not here, baby. i want to take my own sweet time with you and your body, and watch you become a mess for me,” hyunjin collects himself, standing straighter than before, bending his knee slightly to nudge your legs apart, pressing upward so it was directly under your covered pussy, making you whimper in the process. “though i wouldn’t mind you making a mess right now, actually. i’m sure you wouldn’t mind too, doll.”
“but what if we get caught?” you whine out again, from the pressure his knee was applying to your wetness, making you slowly grind against the pant he was currently wearing. “doesn’t look like you mind getting caught, hm?” hyunjin’s hands extend to grab your waist, helping your hips move against him, your hands reaching to hold onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his back.
“this was supposed to be a wholesome date, but look at you, so desperately rubbing your pretty pussy against me,” hyunjin snides, trailing his fingers to your arm length, and his fingers graze your chest while doing so. he lets a single finger hook under the strap of your dress, while he clenches his muscles, applying some more pressure while you rub yourself on him. “so desperate that you can’t hold yourself back just for a couple of hours hm?”
“you’re the o-one that dragged me out here,” you mutter, biting your bottom lip, holding yourself back from letting any sound leave your lips. “oh and now you’re talking back? do you like when i tease you just like this? not letting you come on -”
“hey!”
an unfamiliar voice interrupts him from continuing, and hyunjin moves away from you a little, letting your dress fall back to cover your thighs. he turns his head in the direction of the voice, only to see a middle aged man, wearing an expensive suit, with a woman at his arm, both with shocked looking faces, more like irritation. hyunjin smiles at them while you fix your hair, smiling at them as well, a small “sorry” leaving either of your mouths.
“kids,” hyunjin heard the man mumble before he left, with who seemed like his wife, which made you laugh, and you slip your arm under your boyfriend’s again.
“do you wanna get back inside or do you think they’ll kick us out?” hyunjin asks, his voice gruff, straightening his jacket, his hands helping you fix your dress next. “i think i would rather you let me orgasm now,” you roll your eyes at the boy in front of you, which makes him laugh, walking you both to where he parked his car. “seems fair, baby.”
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"you look inviting," you smile, crawling toward hyunjin who lay on your shared bed, his fingers clutching a book, as he fixes his glasses with his other hand.
"do i now?" he smiles, setting the book down next to him to look at you.
"you can get comfortable if you want," hyunjin whispers, watching you settle between his thighs, your hands on either side of them, before straddling the boy under you, until you're on top of him, your body inching closer and closer, your legs wrapping his waist, almost trapping him in between.
"so pretty, aren't you?" hyunjin mumbles, letting his hands rest on your thighs, running his fingers along your bare legs. you hum out a response, moving your hips while being on top of him, shifting just a little more so your clothed pussy was directly on his stomach. "but also so so needy, it's just 10am, doll. wasn't last night enough?" hyunjin asks, his voice almost a rasp.
"was more than enough," you agree, but your hips wouldn't stop, and before you realise, you find yourself grinding against your boyfriend, getting needier by the second. "and yet here you are, acting so needy," hyunjin finishes.
he sighs, his fingers now grabbing your hips, to help you, his nails digging into the material of your shirt, before he stops his actions completely.
"since you're already here, how about you get to work? finish what you started. you're not leaving here until i see a stain on my shirt hm? im not going to help you, you're doing it by yourself."
"but—"
"no buts, baby. you started it. now be a good pet, and fucking finish the job."
note. see, i was going to not publish this, but oh well. @h0neyspaceplant was the first one to see it, and now im embarrassed. BYE.
im so obsessed 😭
The “Spy” - Hwang Hyunjin
A/N: @taichoushadow I hope it is somewhat good and okay.
Warnings: Brief roleplay, smut, Hyunjin being tied up, rope being used, teasing, dirty talk, nudism, explicit language, descriptive scenes, toys/vibrator being used, nipple play, slight edging, fingering, cum tasting, unprotected sex(readers on the pill), aftercare, cockwarming.
W/C: 5.7K
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
You waited on the bed for Hyunjin to enter, recently you’ve been having some dreams about being a spy, and you probably shouldn’t have told him because he had suggested roleplaying to test it out, you weren’t too optimistic, but it was worth a try.
The bedroom door opens, and you turn to look at him, finding him wearing a pair of leather pants, that seemed to fit extremely tight, and a white button-up. He looks at you as you slowly got up from the bed, his black-coloured hair covering part of his eyes.
“I’m here to arrest you and take you back to headquarters,” He says. You fight the urge to laugh, you do, but you just couldn’t get used to the script. You bite the inside of your cheeks and move towards him, not saying a word because you knew if you did, you would end up laughing. “Y/n… I’m here to arrest you,” You grab onto his shirt, twisting your fingers into the fabric and pulling him further into the room, and shutting the door with your other hand, before pulling him towards a chair you had already set up. “Are you taking me, hostage?” You turn him towards the chair and lean forward, making him step back and sit down on the chair. You reach for the rope you had near the chair and tie one of his wrists to the armrests before looking up at him.
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SYNOPSIS He dedicated his life to scents. You dedicated yours to taste. Your paths were bound to cross at some point. A story of scents dissolving on tastebuds.
For any other person, there were two types of smells: pleasant and unpleasant. You would either fill your lungs with it or block your nostrils from sensing that monstrosity.
For Hyunjin, it was not as simple as that.
Scents were no joking matter—they couldn’t simply be dubbed as ‘nice’. Nice how? What were the notes? You had your florals, your orientals, your woody, and fresh fragrances. Bad how? You had your odors, your stenches, your stinks. Scents were life changing, brain rewiring, molecule rearranging; what do you mean simply nice?
That’s why he dedicated all his life to the one thing that fascinated the daylights out of him. Perfume making.
Hyunjin’s passion for what he did was so contagious that it didn’t take very long for him to make a name for himself. He was renowned to the extent that he was working with household luxury cosmetics brands as a consultant. ‘The Alchemist of Emotions’ they would call him, and rightfully so. Yet, the fancy titles, the big checks, and his extremely good looks still didn’t prevent him from being perceived as ‘a little odd’ to the outsiders. He was never seen with anyone—no friends, no partners, nobody. Always alone. And rightfully so.
Scents were influential for Hyunjin to the extent that he made life decisions based on it. He believed everything and everyone had a distinct scent. Emotions had scents, too. Nostalgia smelled bittersweet like a piece of dark chocolate. Lust smelled like amber. Powdery. Cozy. Sensual. Envy smelled sour; almost rotten. Rage smelled like the most pungent spices were having a fight over dominance. It would make even the ones with the strongest stomachs nauseous.
He had his heart broken once. Terribly. In his own bed. When he noticed it was his best friend panting over his moaning girlfriend, his entire room was invaded with the stench of a corpse rapidly decomposing. He wanted to puke his lungs out, but instead, he picked up the pieces of his heart and fucked off to reassemble them somewhere that didn’t have any traces of her. Or him. He learned to find solace in solitude because it meant he was immune to getting his heart broken again.
God, he loved her. He loved her so much.
That was also the reason he knew that loneliness smelled like ice. A lot of people believed ice didn’t have a scent but it wasn’t true. It smelled like frostbite. It smelled painful. It smelled like having left with nothing to lose.
Hyunjin was running a little lab called The Sixth Scents where he made custom perfumes, essential oils, and scented candles but he worked selectively—just because you walked into his lab with a wad of cash, it didn’t mean he was going to take your request. People knew that, but many of them still went there just to see him, to admire him like a piece of art, and obsess over his beauty. He got love confessions and crass offers for a good time almost on the daily. For any other person, that would be equal to an unlimited orgasm supply, but for him? Just a daily chore to cross off his to-do list.
Say no x15
The only woman that currently had a place in his life was his neighbor Mrs. Keane, an old, elegant, but incredibly nosy lady who lived on the ground floor and spent most of her day by her window peoplewatching. She had no children of her own, so Hyunjin was like the son she never had. He had a soft spot for her, too—every now and then, when he was coming home from work, Hyunjin would bring her flowers, and they would drink tea together and chat. About life, about love, about loss.
“It pains me every day that I do not have a child to marry you to, my prince boy.”
“Trust me, Mrs. Keane, it’s for the best.”
“Still,” she wiggled in her seat and wore a mischievous smile on her Scarlet Sunrise lips, “You know that sweet girl at the boutique around the corner?”
“We have talked about this, haven't we milady?” Hyunjin grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “I’m not interested.”
He wasn’t. He wasn’t interested in anything remotely related to love. To be hurt. To die of blood loss.
He sketched a lot in his free time. They were just random doodles as a form of therapy, to empty his ever-full mind. He didn't do it intentionally—at least he thought he didn't, but they always ended up being ambiguous images. When you looked at it, you always saw more than one thing. Always.
It would morph into something singularly concrete one day maybe, who knew. Until then, blame Gestalt.
The only thing that made him forget how lonely he was was the sounds he had been hearing lately from his upstairs neighbor. Hyunjin didn't know anybody else in the building besides Mrs. Keane, nor did he want to know, but this person served him like a ghost company. It was a woman. Alone. Her moans sounded a lot like a bedroom jam to him. A very sexy song to sleep to written over chill beats. Every time she signaled she was about to descend into ecstasy, Hyunjin stripped, laid down on his bed, and pleasured himself to the rhythm of her moans. He would sometimes edge himself for an entire hour with her, and those were the best orgasms he had. He didn’t know who she was, and neither did he want to know. He wasn’t interested in her personally because every time Hyunjin closed his eyes there was already someone there. A woman. He wasn’t able to discern her face, though.
His understanding of a soulmate was much different than the rest of the world—he was sure of it. For him, it was someone to kiss to sleep with his nose buried in the crook of her neck. Someone to make playlists to fuck to. Someone to make his most twisted fantasies come true with plenty of aftercare and deep talks into the night. Then fuck again for another hour or so due to not being able to control the urge to have each other. Someone to make him moan as loudly as his upstairs neighbor for once. Someone to pass out on his bed with and miss in his dreams. He would make her breakfast in bed the next morning. Then he would make her cum. Maybe while having breakfast. And spend the rest of the day talking about the banalities of life, or eating ice cream off each other’s lips and fuck again. Someone to create scents after, but he would know nothing could compare to hers.
Who knew, maybe that faceless woman living behind his eyelids was actually his soulmate calling out to him somewhere through inaudible whispers.
“If you walk out that door, you’re dead to us!”
Fine. If breaking off an engagement two weeks before the wedding meant being estranged from your family for the rest of your life, so be it. To an outsider, you were a monster that didn’t even think twice before abandoning the people who conceived you. You were sick and tired of repeating yourself over and over again that this marriage was doomed to fail and that you were having second, third, and fourth thoughts about this decision. But… But how were they going to explain to people why the wedding was off? What about all those deposits paid to the vendors that they were never going to be able to collect? Didn’t you love him? If you didn’t love him, why did you say yes to him in the first place and forced your parents to meet his?!
Fine. If your happiness was less important than the technicalities, so be it.
Yeah, sure you loved him. You loved him very much at first. Until the things you fought over began to lose all sense of logic. Things like why you invited your friends for a sleepover when he was out of town. Of course he trusted you; he just didn’t trust any of your male friends. You were the one making a big deal out of little things, honestly. So what if he said he would never take you to Paris because you had been there with an ex once? That was a very normal reaction. You were the one exaggerating, so shush.
Yeah, you loved him, but once you noticed how little respect he had for you, you fell out of love. You’d think choosing inner peace over assisting your own descent into insanity was hardly a scandalous reason to embarrass your family, but what did you know?
You had always been very abnormal about the concept of taste. It annoyed the crap out of you when people made it very obvious that they were eating to survive. Taste was not a sense, it was an experience—an experience human beings were lucky enough to enjoy every day, but most people treated food like fuel. What a goddamn blasphemy. That was the reason why you worked towards being a chef your entire life. To design gustatory experiences for people.
Fine. If your parents threatened you with cutting you off completely and not funding your dreams of owning your own restaurant anymore, so be it.
It was a Tuesday when you completed your paperwork for a loan and fucked right off to reestablish your life someplace else. Someplace away from this hell. Who were you going to bet on if you weren’t going to bet on yourself? If you died, you could at least say you died trying.
It was a Saturday when you left that town with your luggage and your lifelong friend Jia sitting in the passenger seat, a free spirit with nothing to lose and the only person who had faith in you. At first, you thought she was just tagging along for an adventure, but when you confronted her about it right before taking off that morning, she smiled and held your hand on the gear.
“That thing about you not having a family anymore?” she squeezed your hand firmly, “It’s not true.”
The Sixth Scents was exactly 550 steps away from Hyunjin’s apartment building. One morning while he was going to work, he saw something right in the middle of point A and point B—a charming little eatery that wasn’t there before. The cozy smell that emanated from the place enticed him like a hand made of smoke making a come-hither gesture. He walked towards the door that had Saudade written on it with fancy cursive letters. Someone carrying a crate full of coffee beans greeted him.
“Welcome!” the young woman chirped, “I apologize, sir, but we’re not open yet.”
Too happy, Hyunjin thought to himself. Why so happy? There is literally nothing in this world worth being this happy over.
“Oh,” he uttered in disappointment and pointed at the crate, “Well, you seem to have coffee. I’m willing to wait for it if it’s not too much trouble.”
“What I meant was our official opening is tomorrow,” the woman with the name tag that said ‘Jia’ eyed him from head to toe with a knowing smile, “but if you’re willing to wait, then you have the honor of being our first customer. Would you like a scone with that, too?”
“I thought you said you weren’t open,” Hyunjin creased his brows in confusion.
“We’re not. The staff is having breakfast right now,” she explained further pointing at the open kitchen area behind her, “A little tasting party among ourselves.”
“Alright then. Black coffee and a scone to go, please.”
“Of course! What kind would you like?”
What kind? How many kinds of scones were there anyway? It was pastry, no? Flour, water, salt, whatevs.
“Uh– What kinds do you have?”
“We have seventeen flavors, sir. Would you like a menu?”
Seven-fucking-teen? What the hell was this, an ice cream stand?
“Can I get a recommendation instead?”
“You want an apple scone,” Jia declared firmly, “I'll brew your coffee and be right back. Please make yourself comfortable.”
Hyunjin sat down at a little table right next to the door and began to examine every single corner of the place. Whoever was responsible for the interior design did a fantastic job with it. It was sort of fancy-looking, but still intimate with warm shades of colors splashed all over the place. He made a mental note of having a meal here one day. After about five minutes, Jia came back with his order in a little doggy bag.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you,” Hyunjin got up to his feet and turned towards the door, “Hope the preparations go smoothly for your opening.”
“Aren't you going to have a taste?” Jia asked him with expectant eyes. He was surprised at the request, but did as he was asked nevertheless.
Good fucking god, what a rich aroma this cup contained. It was apparent by the scent alone. Toffee notes and dark chocolate were hugging the coffee beans. Then the scone—it was still warm. When he took his first bite from it, he broke the dough and reached the filling, which was even warmer on his tongue. He felt the sweet taste of apples and the splash of cinnamon invading all his tastebuds. When he chewed his bite, it was different. When he swallowed, it was different. When he took a sip from his coffee, it morphed into something else entirely.
What kind of witchcraft is this?
“Amazing, right?” Jia smirked at him.
Hyunjin was still in the middle of processing this orgasmic taste, so he almost didn’t hear her. When he gathered his wits again, he managed to ask:
“If you don’t mind my curiosity, which bakery are you working with?”
“We make these in-house. I mean, our chef does.”
Hyunjin glanced at the kitchen area to find a person in a chef’s uniform, but couldn’t see one.
“Please send them my compliments. Apparently, I’ve never experienced breakfast before this.”
Jia couldn’t believe what she just heard for a second. It was like you briefly walked outside and shapeshifted into this incredibly ethereal human being just to troll her because these were your words to a T.
“You have got to be kidding me,” she crossed her arms over her chest, naturally leaving Hyunjin in a state of deeper confusion.
“Excuse me?”
“Why don’t you come by for our opening tomorrow?” she cut to the chase with bells ringing in her head, “I promise you will not regret it.”
Hyunjin didn’t know why, but he had a feeling he was indeed not going to regret it. Since he had absolutely nowhere to be anyway, he accepted the impromptu invitation with a smile.
“I’d appreciate it very much if I can sit somewhere that overlooks the kitchen area.”
Jia had been building hype on social media about Saudade’s opening for quite some time with cryptic posts, Tumblr text-post memes, and well-lit photography. It was a weird mosaic to witness, but Jia swore she knew what she was doing. Who was your social media-illiterate ass to judge when the queen of interactions existed for fuck’s sake?
That was what you said to her face, but deep down you were still having doubts over the biggest decision of your life. It felt like your non-wedding day all over again.
When you started off with this thing, it seemed like everything was going to be smooth sailing, but the more obstacles you were hit with, the more you were on the brink of giving up. Finding a decent location had been a pain in the ass. You almost got your first assault charge trying to obtain an alcohol license. The renovation took longer than you estimated. You had to acquire an insufferable personality to bargain with the vendors. Thankfully, Jia was in charge of staffing and she did a fantastic job hiring decent people. She may or may not have insinuated she would haunt them for the rest of their lives if they let you down in any capacity, but hey, technicalities.
After what seemed like the longest battle of your life, when you witnessed a full house on the fucking opening night, your jaw dropped all the way to the floor. Jia was beyond content with your reaction.
“I know right? I’m amazing”
“Remind me to never ever doubt your words again.”
She looked incredibly offended at your words, “BITCH, you said—”
“Dinner service! Everybody to their stations.”
Gentle melodies. Buzzing atmosphere. Chatter of people. Sounds of laughter rising and falling from different tables. Clinks of silverware against plates. Clinks of glasses against each other. Steam contained in the kitchen area. Fire rising. Heavy iron. Thuds of metal. A communion of delicious smells all over the place but never invading each other’s privacy.
It had only been half an hour or so—it might have been premature to call it that, but you still couldn’t help the giddiness filling your chest. This was what success looked like. It was written all over your face, and it made Jia even happier to see your efforts come to fruition. She was going to be the happiest when she could finally tell you that your soulmate indeed existed in this world and he was actually there tonight.
Around 8.30 PM, the guest of honor finally made his way into the restaurant, and the sight removed her expectant smile from her face in an instant. There was a woman standing next to him.
Fucking rookie mistake not to get that information about the possibility of a girlfriend, right? Nevertheless, he had to meet you, and if that meant Jia had to be a homewrecker, so be it. She literally wouldn’t think twice about the consequences when the subject was the happiness that seemed to love eluding you since forever.
“Welcome to Saudade,” she greeted him with a bright smile and shot death glares at the woman standing next to him, “I sincerely hope there is no one else in your party because I forgot to mention that your table is reserved for one, sir.”
“No, it’s just me.”
The woman looked at her with a petrified expression and spoke in such a tiny voice that it was barely audible in the murmur of the restaurant, “Santiago, party of two?”
“Oh,” Jia promptly changed her entire personality and grabbed a passing waitstaff by the arm, “Mr. Kim will be escorting you to your table, ma’am,” then she proceeded to guide Hyunjin to the table she strategically reserved for him, “Right this way please.”
It was a table for one that saw the kitchen area quite clearly just like he asked. Hyunjin sat down with a book in his hand as Jia filled his glass with water.
“Would you like to see a menu, or would you like to opt for the chef’s exclusive selection for tonight?”
“The latter, please,” he answered without hesitation, “Can I get an Aperol Spritz beforehand?”
While he was waiting for his drink, Hyunjin glanced at the kitchen to spot the person responsible for the apple cinnamon rhapsody, and finally saw you. Clad in your black jacket, you looked like a martial artist commanding a brigade with your fast and precise movements and the way you skillfully used different kinds of knives. Watching you cook was no different than watching a magic show. The ingredients on chopping boards disappeared into little pieces and reemerged again on plates like miniature paintings. When the waitress brought his drink, Hyunjin thanked her still unable to take his eyes off of you.
It was another story when his food arrived, though. He took his sweet time savoring every single bite while reading the book he brought with him, completely cutting off contact with the outside world. He was so engrossed in his own little bubble that it even caught your attention from the kitchen.
Who the fuck reads a book during dinner? It’s gonna get cold!
Well, some people watched stuff to indicate that they were busy, no? Hyunjin made a habit of bringing books everywhere he went, especially restaurants serving alcohol, because it made it easier to be rude to people.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“No, thank you.”
This exchange kept happening no less than four times, and Hyunjin didn’t even turn to face the different owners of the voices. He was too busy either watching you make edible art and being mesmerized out of his mind, or ingesting it. He wasn’t interested in anything else. He hadn’t been for the longest time.
But he had a raising suspicion that he had to make an exception for you very very soon.
“How did you enjoy your experience today, sir?”
“It was magnificent,” Hyunjin had a very pleased smile on his face, “Please extend my compliments to the chef. I hope they’re always this passionate about their art.”
When he got up to leave, Jia was simply convinced that she was looking at a match made in heaven. She opened the little chest she brought the check in and examined the credit card slip laying under a very generous tip.
While Hyunjin was lounging on his little balcony that evening with a glass of scotch in his hand, he contemplated the crossroads of scent and taste. How the scent dissolving on the tongue could actually give you a clue about what something tasted like. How the two senses were actually inseparable from one another. He recalled the memories of the late nights at his lab, then compared it to you creating magic with your hands with a stern face. How beautiful you were. How passionate you were. How it all showed on the plates you created.
Just fascinating.
“Look who it is,” Jia wore a shit-eating grin upon seeing the person walking in, “Your betrothed regular.”
“Could you please stop calling him that?”
Hyunjin began coming to the restaurant every day after the opening night. In the mornings, he usually grabbed his coffee-scone combo to go, and sometimes stopped by for lunch, but he was there every dinner service without exception. He had his own designated table and an established service routine by then: an aperitif drink–usually an Aperol Spritz, alternating appetizers, the special of the day as his main course paired with a wine recommendation and a green salad, and dessert to complement his meal. After placing his orders, he would watch you intently throughout the whole thing and then bask in the little composition you prepared for him that particular evening. He always sent compliments to you and left Jia tips way more than socially acceptable standards. Not to be capitalistic or anything, but there was no harm in his future brother-in-law being loaded or whatever, right?
Well, it would have been obvious from the tips alone, but the matter of the fact was Jia took it upon herself to go full Sherlock on one Hwang Hyunjin as indicated on the credit card slip. She broke into a hysterical laughing fit when she realized what he did for a living as if the guy was written as a self-indulgent commission for you.
“You really need to put the moves on the guy.”
“Why?”
“I’ve never seen something this beautiful in my entire life, and I can’t cockblock for you forever.”
Well, you knew. Jia might have been under the impression you weren’t already crushing pretty hard on the guy, but every time this demigod walked into the restaurant, your heart went rabid, making you live on the edge with almost-heart attacks on the daily. Part of your daily routine included dodging what could have been pretty severe work accidents because you couldn’t stop staring at him. It wasn't just about his ridiculously good looks, though, no. You couldn’t help the urge to go on a deep dive about him yourself after Jia’s incessant Hyunjin seminars, and his work just blew you away. There was something very very special about this man; you just didn't know what that was exactly because your culinary skills invaded the space where your courage gland should have been to talk to him.
You frequently watched him dine, and one thing you observed was that his lips and how he ate were very not normal. It almost looked like he was making out with the food. He didn’t drink, he stole kisses from the liquid. You had complete tunnel vision on how his Adam’s apple moved every time he gulped, and watched the way the drinks rushed down his esophagus and soothed him inside.
You thought you were making it up at first, but then one day you noticed you weren’t the only one staring.
It was a lot of stolen glances between you two. No one was saying or doing anything, but it was painfully obvious how much you both were incredibly fascinated with each other for one reason or another. Little did you know you were awakening a lot of things inside Hyunjin—a lot of things he thought he would never be capable of feeling again, but there he was, extremely turned on merely by the amount of passion you practiced your craft with, and daydreaming about the fifteen different ways he could make you cum.
He might not have been aware of it, but so did you.
“Could you extend my compliments to the chef, please?” Hyunjin made his usual request after he paid the check, “The dessert was especially exceptional tonight.”
Of course it was. You sent crème brûlée to him that night without even asking him what he would like for dessert, and that was for self-indulgent purposes he was never going to know about. You wanted to watch him break the top hard layer like he was stripping you. You wanted to watch him dip his spoon into the soft cream like he was sliding into you again after cumming inside you. You wanted to watch him lick the cream off his lips like he was actually tasting you. Being turned on to the way he experienced his food, something prepared by you, was your dirty little secret you were going to take to your grave.
God, his lips. Those perfectly shaped, full lips of his made for kissing for a lifetime…
“Actually, why don’t you extend it yourself this time?”
Courtesy of Jia’s mind games, Hyunjin’s usual table was within your earshot. She didn’t need to extend the aforementioned compliments to you because you actually heard them directly from him every single night. Yet, when you heard her suggestion, your heart almost jumped out of your chest.
Hyunjin stole a glance from your way and massively hesitated.
“She– She seems very busy. I wouldn’t want to intr—”
“Chef!”
Needless to say, your knees almost gave out. You tried to be as casual about it as you could be.
“Yes?”
Your jacket harbored all kinds of stains on them, and this was in no way the proper way to talk to this real-life prince. If you knew, you would have prepared five spare jackets to slide into, ready to be in his presence at a moment's notice.
Little did you know, he wanted you out of them, not change into something else that would hide you from him again. You were beautiful. You were so beautiful even with your creased brows when you were laser-focused. You were the sexiest when you conducted your orchestra with precise orders. Why change into something else when he had the perfect reason to see you as you were? Unabashedly you.
Hyunjin had seen you time and time again no matter from how afar, but he was utterly stunned when you approached his table. He felt his tongue getting tied and not in the way he would like to lock it on your clit until you were spent under him.
“I uh– I just– I just wanted to extend my compliments for the food.”
You were also internally yelling, but both of you were being so nonchalant about it as if this wasn’t the very first interaction with ‘the one’, as Jia called it. She was on the brink of ripping her hair out standing between you two, watching this exchange like it was the Wimbledon finals.
“Thank you. I appreciate it very much.”
Your little smile made Hyunjin implode. He witnessed these sentences fall from your lips in such slow motion that it felt like an hour-long lecture to him. He was fixated completely on the way your lips moved. How soft they looked. How moist they were. How they reminded him of velvet. How they would feel between his. How your tongue would dance inside his mouth. On his body. On his cock.
Good god, I’m about to fucking lose it because of you.
All he did was nod in an attempt to get a grip of himself and leave. Jia watched him walk out and then looked at you still pinned to your place, gawking at the nonexistent outline of Hyunjin.
“In case it wasn’t clear, I hereby declare once and for all that I ship this,” she pointed at the door and then at you, “Hard.”
Hyunjin didn’t go home that night. He found himself walking to his lab instead. He lit a scentless candle so that it absorbed whatever remains of smells were lingering in the room so that he could have a clean slate. You evoked so many things in him that he had to translate this into his own language, otherwise he was going to combust. What he ended up creating carried powdery top notes with a hint of narcotic florals as the heart. Jasmines. Could be because of the little jasmine shrub in front of the restaurant, but they reminded him of you a lot. Then the base. As sensuous as you. Faintest gourmand notes. Vanilla. The milky texture of almond butter.
This was you. You in olfactory form. Made his heart swell three times its size, filled him with something dangerously close to hope, and aroused him beyond control.
Hyunjin would like to give you this one day. He would love to give you his own essence instead to be quite frank. Cover your lips with his saliva. Cover your body with his sweat. Cover your cunt with his cum. Fuck you to sleep then fuck you awake in the middle of the night. Whisper little love confessions in your ear when you cum. Be yours. Be yours for however long you would have him.
He also wished he had an ounce of the courage required for any of that.
Then the ritual began.
Every time Hyunjin came over, you were sending him a little something on the house. He was pleasantly surprised at first, but then it became your silent greeting. You would send him something, he would look at the kitchen, smile, and nod. Every time you nodded back, he felt like you were kissing him back for his thank yous.
Hyunjin savored every single thing. If it was a little dessert, he took an entire hour to finish it. If it was a cold drink, he saved it for so long that his glass sweated to make wet rings on the table. You didn’t understand why he was doing that.
It was days and days and days until you finally gathered the courage to walk to his table one afternoon.
“Don’t wait to finish it this time, okay?”
He was so used to being absorbed in his daydreams about you that he thought he was dreaming it at first, but you were actually there. Standing right next to his table. Talking to him.
“I uh—”
“Some things are meant to be consumed quickly for the best results. You shouldn’t leave your noodles in the soup, for example.”
Hyunjin leaned back in his chair with a smile that challenged you.
“Maybe I like them soggy.”
“But that’s not the proper way to experience your food,” you pointed at the tiny straw basket you put in front of him, “Please have one.”
It contained two mini croissants with chocolate filling. When Hyunjin took a bite from the warm pastry, the mille-feuille produced a very loud crunching sound, and some of the chocolate smeared on his lips. It took a massive amount of self-control not to jump on his mouth as if he needed another reason to make his lips more enticing. You cleared your throat and leaned into him with a smile.
“That crunch will not be there if you wait for an entire hour.”
As you were about to leave, Hyunjin held onto your wrist at the last second.
“Wait!”
The first time he touched you. The first time you felt his skin on yours. Thank goodness you were wearing a long-sleeve jacket, otherwise, it would have been mortifying if he noticed the goosebumps breaking all over your body.
Hyunjin put the matte black box laying on the chair next to him on the table.
“As a thank you.”
“Thank you?” you tilted your head, “For what?”
“These,” he looked at the little basket in front of him currently holding a single croissant, “And the steamed vegetables, and the mini quiches, and the drinks, and so much more.”
When you opened the box, you saw that in contained four items: something that looked like a two-piece stand, matches, a box of tealight candles, and a little vial filled with clear liquid.
“Let me guess,” you examined the tiny bottle, “Vanilla extract?”
“It’s actually an essence I made for you,” Hyunjin responded averting his eyes from you.
What did he mean he made for you? He made you this? Who the fuck randomly made an essence and brought it like they baked cookies? When you opened the vial and smelled the dense liquid inside, it alerted every single one of the neurons in your body.
“Oh wow!” you exclaimed, “Am I supposed to wear this?”
“It’s an atmospheric fragrance. You’re supposed to burn it,” Hyunjin pointed at the little stand in the box, “Would you like me to show you how?”
“Please.”
There was a piece of curved glass that looked like a miniature bowl to be placed on the metal ring at the top of the stand. On the bottom, there was a circular indentation for the tealight candle, and it was directly under the glass bowl.
“Just a couple of drops should suffice. It’s very strong.”
Hyunjin assembled the little burner, dripped three drops of the liquid into the bowl, and lit the tealight candle, all very ceremoniously. You watched it all with mouth agape like he was showing you a magic trick. If only you knew if you actually said that out loud, it would make Hyunjin’s head explode.
“I love this!” you brightly smiled, “Thank you very much for this gesture.”
He nodded with a smile as warm as yours. Suddenly, your eyes darted to the green salad he always had with his food. You took out an order pad and a pen, and wrote down a tip for him.
“Next time you make a green salad, chop half a green apple into it,” you ripped the paper and gave it to him, “Thank me later.”
“Thank you,” Hyunjin carefully folded the paper in half. It made you chuckle.
“You did hear me say ‘later’, right?”
“Who knows when that will be? You’re always behind the scenes.”
His smile grew wider and you felt your cheeks getting warmer. You hated the way he made you feel like a teenager.
“Enjoy.”
As you were retreating with small steps with the box in your hand, you heard a voice behind you again.
“Hyunjin.”
“Excuse me?”
“My name... It's– It’s Hyunjin.”
Well, you already knew that, but you never officially introduced yourselves to each other.
“Very nice to finally put a name to the face,” you approached him to shake his hand, “Y/N.”
Hyunjin. What a pleasing name, though. You didn't even know what it meant, but you just knew he was aptly named. He was born to demand the attention of the world and be abnormally ethereal and sweep you off your feet. He wasn't born for you per se, but there was no doubt he was something extraordinary. Absolutely spellbinding.
As you returned to the kitchen, Hyunjin was thinking about your actual notes, his eyes never off you. He wondered what you smelled like when you were aroused. When you came. What he wouldn’t give to make his very own essence from your cum and burn it in his room so that it always smelled like your base notes at any given minute of the day. Did you taste like caramel apples, as well? Did your taste also change when he savored it? When he swallowed?
When he reached his doorstep that night, Hyunjin was so caught up in these thoughts that he couldn’t really discern whether he was imagining things or if he was actually able to smell you somehow. His nostrils were invaded by strong notes coming from somewhere upstairs. He walked up a floor like he was on autopilot and knocked on the door he was drawn to. When the door opened and the powdery scent blasted on his face, a flat-out shock was spelled on Hyunjin’s face.
“Thank… you.”
“Hyunjin?”
The owner of the voice from upstairs. The sound that kept him company during his lonely nights. All this time.
It was you?
“I can’t believe this,” you looked at him with widened eyes, “What are you doing here?”
“I live downstairs actually.”
“Is it the pizza?” a man appeared right behind you, “Oh, sorry. I’ll call them, it’s been like an hour.”
Oh. Of course. Of course there was someone, wasn’t there? Someone that was currently basking in the scent that he made for you.
“I uh– I was… The scent… I could–”
“Oh damn, you could smell that?” you looked inside, “You were right I guess, it is strong, but I really love it.”
You smiled. He melted.
“I– I should go. Sorry to interrupt your evening.”
Interrupt your evening? But he didn’t. He couldn’t. You wanted to invite him in, but would it be too presumptuous to assume that he would like to join you? Well, he was at the restaurant every day, right? You took a deep breath and jumped the gun.
“Would you li–?”
“I should go,” Hyunjin forced a smile, “Good night.”
As he disappeared down the stairs, you slowly closed the door and leaned against it. You didn’t know why there was this uneasy feeling in your chest.
Were disappointment and heartbreak different things, or just the same thing in different colors? Because they certainly smelled very similar. Like blackberries and raspberries. They were both berries at the end of the day, no?
Maybe that was why Mrs. Keane chose to brew raspberry tea for Hyunjin that day. She was the mother Hyunjin didn’t have after all.
He had stopped going to the restaurant because he was afraid he wasn’t going to be able to control himself around you anymore. He was barely able to hold it together as it was. Seeing you every day, studying you playing with different aromas had been a part of his daily routine, but insisting on keeping that would be inappropriate. Not when you had someone. Even if it killed a little part of him, it was okay. He was just having a little hard time accepting he managed to get his heart broken before anything ever happened.
“You know you’re like my son, right prince boy?”
Hyunjin woke up from his deep thoughts with Mrs. Keane’s soft voice.
“Of course I do.”
“I met a very nice young lady at the grocery store today,” she put her porcelain cup on her coffee table, “I’m thinking…”
“Mrs. Keane…”
“Give me one valid reason this time,” she protested, “You’re such a fine young man and—”
“I can’t.”
She had been pestering Hyunjin with this ‘I need to see you with a bride before I die’ thing for god knows how long since he was the closest thing she had for a son. Yet she had never been this content with the way her prince boy rejected her.
“Say, every time I bring an offer to you, you say you’re not interested. This time you said you can’t,” Mrs. Keane squinted her eyes with a knowing smile, “Why is that?”
Hyunjin played with his little spoon on the saucer, pouting like a little kid, “It’s nothing.”
“Hyunjin…”
Fine. She wanted to hear the tea? Here it was. There was this girl that ran a cute little restaurant down the street. She was great at what she did. He fell head over heels in love with her simply by watching her cook and he couldn’t stop thinking about her and he was utterly possessed by her every minute of every day so much so that he didn’t spend a single night not dreaming about her and he was cursing at his damn luck that it was impossible to have her. Christ!
“That’s the girl on the top floor, yes?”
Hyunjin was appalled at what he was hearing, “You– You know her?”
“Of course I do, my boy. I know everyone in this building,” she nudged him, seemingly very much unaffected by how agitated Hyunjin was, “You like her, don’t you? Don’t even try to deny it this time.”
He flashed a bashful smile like a pure schoolboy talking about the girl he liked from the art class, but Mrs. Keane’s shrieky cheer scared the crap out of him.
“Finally! I was running out of excuses to bring her up. Because you and her—”
She couldn’t continue any further because for some reason he looked way too sorrowful for someone finally opening his heart to love again. She held his chin gently.
“Why the shadows on your beautiful face my prince boy?”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you again, Mrs. Keane,” Hyunjin forced a smile, “but I think she’s taken.”
“Taken?” she yelled dramatically, “Since when?!”
“I saw a man at her apartment some time ago.”
“What did he look like?”
Why the fuck would Hyunjin focus on that? The one thing that didn’t completely obliterate his soul was that thanks to everything good and pure he didn’t hear you moan that night. Now that would be unbearable to witness.
“I don’t know. Medium height, brown eyes…”
“Was he particularly muscular?”
With all due respect, jesus fucking christ Mrs. Keane. So what if he was? Why point that out to him?
“I’d say so.”
Mrs. Keane was a soft-spoken woman who happened to be very graceful, so it came as a shock to Hyunjin when she actually smacked him on the head for the first time ever.
“What was that for?!”
“You’re such a bright man, but I can’t stand you being this stupid sometimes,” she tutted in utter disapproval, “That’s her cousin looking to move to this city, my dense little prince.”
Hyunjin was surprised but visibly elated at this piece of information, so much so that he couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot.
“Her cousin?”
“Yes. You would also know that if you simply asked who that was.”
“But that would be very intrusive.”
“Yet if you knew, you could ask her out.”
“But how do you know that was her cous— Mrs. Keane, please stop the smacking!”
She scooted closer to the edge of her floral print armchair and held his hands.
“Listen to me and listen to me well. I know you’re a wounded little kitten, but she’s as wounded as you are. Maybe you can groom each other’s scars better,” she caressed his cheek, “She seems perfect for you.”
“How are you so sure?”
Hyunjin thought she would argue things like life experience, being a connoisseur of human nature or an excellent judge of character, but the answer he received left no room for any kind of maybes.
“Because she can’t stop talking about you, either.”
Hyunjin’s absence in the restaurant was unbearably noticeable. There were many times you found yourself in front of his door about to knock, but something in his eyes that night burned away the microscopic amount of determination like the essence he made for you. You missed him. He wasn't yours, but suddenly losing him like that still hurt like hell. You couldn’t come up with a single reasonable excuse to see him one more time. Just once.
When the super nice lady on the ground floor randomly invited you in for tea one day, you didn’t really expect the topic of conversation to come to Hyunjin. You most certainly didn’t want to believe it when she told you not to lose hope, but it came true. When Hyunjin walked into the restaurant again one evening, you could literally feel the clouds parting, the sun shining, and the birds chirping. You simply beamed at the sight of him, hit with this acute urge to run to him and hug him and tell him that you missed him so much, but all you were able to do was faintly smile at him from afar. He had ordered his usuals, but didn’t leave this time once he finished his meal. He stayed. He stayed with his book until the last customer left. That wasn’t the only thing different that night.
“Are you really serving mulled wine, or is the kitchen closed for the night?”
Yes, you were. You had never made mulled wine with this much care before. Hyunjin specifically asked for it, so he was sure as hell going to have the best mulled wine of his life. He could have asked you for handmade linguini and you would still gladly make it from scratch. Once you finished making it, you noticed he had moved to a little table outside. You brought his wine along with a little charcuterie board he didn’t ask for, and just as you were about to go back inside to watch him from afar, you felt Hyunjin’s hand on yours.
“Would you join me please?”
Well, was water wet? You brought a glass for yourself and sat down next to him, nervous out of your mind and incredibly worried at the possibility that he was able to hear your heartbeat.
His lab. Your restaurant. His heartbreak. Your traumas. His loneliness. Your loneliness. You talked about many things until you saw the bottom of the pitcher.
“What does it mean?” he eventually pointed at the name you chose for the restaurant.
“It’s Portuguese,” you explained while looking at the sign, “It means an intense longing for something that is absent.”
“It’s poignantly beautiful.”
Just like you. Like your eyes. Like your bottomless abyss of eyes I wanna keep falling in forever.
“Reminds me of soft florals and dried woods. I would name that perfume Desiderium,” Hyunjin turned to you with a fond smile, “But why name something you love after something so wistful?”
“People think it means ‘Cheers’. No one’s going to check what it actually refers to.”
“But that’s not what I asked.”
No, it wasn’t. But you didn’t really find it in you to break into a self-deprecating monologue about loss and the things you felt like you were never going to be able to experience. You did your best to try to keep it as concise as possible.
“That’s just human nature, don’t you think? We never not…” you heaved a deep sigh while holding his gaze, “...yearn for something.”
You looked at each other in silence. Looking at him for too long felt disrespectful like you needed to ask for permission to gaze at him first. When you averted your eyes, he tried to meet your eyes again with a little smile on his face, but it only got you more flustered. You attempted to change the topic instead.
“You know what pairs well with this?”
Yes, your cunt. Your tight, sweet cunt melting in my mouth. Wrapped around my cock. Squeezing my soul out of me. I could get permanently drunk on you.
“What is it?” Hyunjin asked while clearing his throat.
“Emmental and red globes,” you plucked the fruit from the bunch and held it against his lips, “Here, try it.”
His eyes didn’t leave yours as he bit into the grape. No matter how accidentally, you felt the moist texture inside his mouth for the briefest second. Meanwhile, Hyunjin got so hard over that barely-a-touch that he would cum if you so much as ghosted your hands over his painfully stiff bulge.
Touching his lips hit you like a truck. So soft. Oh god, they were just so soft. He licked them after he swallowed his bite, and you felt completely hypnotized by him. Neither of you dared to say anything. You fixated your eyes on his slightly parted lips. He fixated his eyes on yours. All he could think about was how you tasted. Would your lips also make a crunching sound like the skin of that grape if he bit into your flesh? Would your juices squirt in his mouth the same?
“And?” you asked him expectantly.
“Incredible.”
No, he wasn’t talking about the pairing. He was talking about you.
The tension built up between you was about to crumble the entire place into a pile of debris. Your heart was beating so fast. So was his. You could actually take his pulse just by watching the throbbing vein on his neck. That begged to be kissed by you. Grazed by you. Choked by you.
You snapped out of it.
“I uh– I should… I should go clean up. I’ll be right back, then we can go home.”
You walked home together in silence. You even climbed the stairs in silence. When you reached his door, you were just supposed to say goodnight but you lingered a bit for reasons that you didn’t even know. All you could think about was his lips…
Oh god, his fucking lips…
Hyunjin wanted to kiss you as much as you wanted to kiss him, no doubt about it. He really wanted to invite you in and open his most expensive bottle of wine for you. He wanted to sip on your scent for hours, get drunk with you on desire, and make love to you all night long until he heard you say you couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to hear you moan his name. He wanted to hear you beg for more. He wanted to make you cum over and over again until you forgot who you were. He wanted you.
But what he blurted out instead was a little different than his long-ass internal tirade.
“Do you wanna go on a date with me sometime?”
You felt your cheeks getting even more flushed, completely taken aback by his advance. He briefly thought it was a no when you just gawked at him with mouth agape.
“Unless…”
“I do!” you yelled, “I really do.”
He smiled. Smiling simply did not suit anybody else this much. Hyunjin was born to smile and turn the entire place he was smiling at into heaven-adjacent.
Because you were sure heaven itself rested in the crook of his neck.
“I’d love to take you somewhere where you don’t have to make the food,” he uttered while looking at the tips of his shoes, “Would tomorrow night be okay for you?”
You wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss you, no doubt about it. You wanted to feel those perfect full lips of his on your naked skin. You wanted to taste every inch of him, experience him as a whole, and give him the most violent orgasms of his life. You wanted to run your fingers through his silky smooth hair and pull on it when he least expected it to make him arch towards you. You wanted to hear the sounds of his pleasure induced by you. You wanted to hear him lose his whole entire shit because of you. You wanted him.
You reflected his smile back to him instead.
“It’s perfect,” you managed to find your voice in your throat, “I’m looking forward to it.”
“So do I,” he lifted his head up and finally met your eyes, “Pick you up at 7?”
“Sounds good. Good night, Hyunjin.”
“Good night, beautiful.”
That address smacked your soul into the next century so hard that you almost came all over yourself because of it. It definitely wasn’t an exaggeration because Hyunjin most probably also saw how visibly you shuddered. You bolted back to your apartment and closed the door behind you.
Your mind was crawling with him lately. Hyunjin was in all your thoughts one way or another. You thought about him first thing in the morning. You thought about him while going to work. When you made his favorites in the kitchen. When the Aperol bottle caught your attention over the bar. Going back home. In the shower.
You thought about him the most in your bed while touching yourself.
“Hyunjin…”
You always imagined him, but that night you said his name out loud for the first time. He had such a pretty name to moan. One thing you didn’t know however was that Hyunjin was able to hear you every time you started moaning in your bedroom right above his. Another thing you didn’t know was that the second he heard you pleasuring yourself, he was always masturbating with you.
“I want you. God, I want you so bad.”
What I wouldn’t give to barge into your room right now and lick you to your orgasm, beautiful.
“Please…”
Touch me. Kiss me. Make love to me.
“You… You’re so… Fuck.”
I’ll go fucking insane if I can’t taste you.
“Hyunjin… Please, Hyunjin!”
Please let me. I’m begging you. Just once.
That was the first time Hyunjin actually heard you moan his name, completely incredulous that he wasn’t having a fever dream, and he had never cum so hard before. It took an insane amount of edging on his part because if he kept touching himself while listening to you call out to him like that, he would have cum in five seconds.
Once you were done, you wondered what he would sound like in the sheets when you were pleasuring him. You turned around and touched the empty side of your bed, having less than zero clue he was doing the exact same thing one floor down.
“MY SHIP IS FUCKING SAILING! FINALLY!!!”
You had just informed Jia that she had full authority for one night because you had a date, and when she learned about your person of interest she almost popped a bottle of champagne.
“Jesus, woman, keep it in your pants!” you chastised her, “Seriously though, I’m pretty excited about this so maybe don’t call me unless anything’s on fire.”
“Won’t even call you if I die,” she sent you off, “Have fun!”
After finishing the preparations for the dinner service, you took off for your apartment to get ready for the night. You must have changed like five times until you were absolutely content with how you looked, and you barely made it in time when you heard the doorbell.
“Just a second!” you dashed while putting on your earrings, and when you opened the door your jaw fucking dropped. Hyunjin appeared clad in a black blazer and black pants, his usual silver rings adorning his long, slender fingers, looking like an absolute god that didn’t belong in the realm of mortals.
How was he real? How the fuck was this man real?
“Hi,” was all you managed to utter due to your throat being super dry.
Hyunjin wasn’t even able to reciprocate your greeting for a solid five seconds because he was in the middle of being blown away by you.
“Hi. Yes. Uh… Shall we?”
It was a daunting task to pick a place with good food for a chef, but Hyunjin eventually decided on a charming little restaurant by the sea. He asked for permission to pick the wine, and quite frankly, made an excellent choice. Once the initial buzz set in, the bubble of nervousness around your table popped, and you picked up where you left off the night before. It was a lot of talking and drinking and talking and drinking. You could listen to him talk for hours. You could talk about him to random passersby for hours because Hyunjin was the most mesmerizing thing. You weren’t sure if you were getting drunk on wine or him at this point. Just looking at him made you smile.
“Why scents?” you asked him after your fifth glass.
“They have very strong connections to memories,” Hyunjin explained, “One whiff and you can travel back in time. I find it utterly captivating.”
Well, I find you utterly captivating, prince.
You tried to cross your legs under the table, and when your foot touched his, he flinched in his place.
“Oh, sorry.”
“It’s uh– It’s okay.”
It would have been normally okay, but unfortunately for Hyunjin, you had noticed how thickly he gulped. Ideas. Ideas. So many ideas.
When you instinctively ran your foot up his legs, he dropped his fork.
“Did I excite you?” you alluringly asked while tilting your head.
Yes, you did. Hyunjin was never not excited by your mere presence. One look at you and he was gone. Watching you work your magic had been his favorite pastime activity. The way you dexterously played with flavors like a gustatory virtuoso was the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed, seducing him out of his mind every single time. What was he supposed to do when he actually established physical contact with the woman of his dreams?
He started panicking when he felt your foot run higher up his leg, reaching his thighs by then.
“Wh– What are you doing?”
“Being bold for once. White wine is my kryptonite,” then your voice faded into a whisper, “Am I getting you hard, Hyunjin?”
Why did his name sound this pretty on your lips? He closed his eyes with an exhale, and shamelessly answered your question.
“Yes.”
“Hyunjin,” you took a bite from your dessert and pointed your fork at him, “Your name is just so satisfying to utter, you know?”
When he ran his large hand on your foot under the table, he felt the straps of your heels hugging your ankle. He delicately undid it as if his fingers had minds of their own and removed the shoe, eyes locked with yours. You watched his face intently trying to figure out what he was going to do next.
“Can I be crass for a second?”
“Why, of course,” you sipped on your wine.
“I’d love to hear you scream it someday.”
Oh, he didn’t come to play, did he? That was so fucking brazen unlike his usual composure that you felt yourself clench hard.
You didn’t have to smile like that to seduce him further—Hyunjin was already buried neck-deep in the quicksand of your fantasies, but you did. You smiled at him with shadows crawling in your eyes, causing him to twitch under your foot.
“Then it might be of interest to you to know I have no problem with fucking on the first date.”
Were you always this audacious because it was such a sexy look on you. When you least expected it, you felt Hyunjin rubbing your feet under the table and instinctively closed your eyes.
“You were saying?” he asked innocently.
It shouldn’t have felt this good maybe, but the way he pressed on your pressure points was a little too delicious. You were having a hard time trying to suppress your moans, and you eventually snapped.
“Do you wanna go back home?”
Home. You said ‘home’. You didn’t say ‘my place’ or ‘your place’. He didn’t know why, but it made Hyunjin smile from ear to ear. He asked for the check, put your shoe back on, and held your hand the entire time you walked back to his apartment. Inside, it smelled like home and loneliness and frustration and heartbreak and passion. It smelled like Hyunjin. Abnormally cozy.
The stories of first kisses were uncannily similar to each other, weren’t they? The guy looks at the girl meaningfully. The girl closes her eyes, invites the guy in. The distance between them is slowly closed, and fireworks go off in the distance.
Haha, fuck that.
The second Hyunjin closed his door, you just couldn’t restrain the urge to kiss him bubbling inside you for fucking forever, and when it finally burst, you unleashed yourself on his lips.
Good–fucking–god.
Hyunjin didn’t kiss normally. He probably didn’t know how to kiss normally. It was deep. So deep. So passionate. His mouth. His tongue. His hands. His breathing. It was threatening to escalate to a double homicide. It was threatening to take your breath away. It was threatening to rip your soul apart.
“Would you like to shower with me first?”
“Shower with you?”
“It’s not what you think,” Hyunjin’s voice was laced with slight concern, “The city tends to mask our natural scents even when we don’t wear any perfume.”
He brushed your hair behind your ears, making you shudder in the meantime.
“And I want you to be completely naked for me.”
You nodded.
He gently held your hand and led you to his bathroom. You stood in front of his sink mirror side by side under his soft yellow vanity lights, and he took out some cotton and a little bottle of makeup remover from the cabinet.
“Don’t hide from me.”
It wasn’t that makeup made you more or less beautiful—at the end of the day, it was just an attire. Just like you would dress according to the occasion. He just wanted to see you exactly as you were. When Hyunjin began removing your makeup, it felt so weirdly intimate, like something a boyfriend of at least six months would do.
Then he proceeded to undo your hair. Stripped you with unrushed movements. For every item he discarded, you rid him of something in return. Your blouse. His jacket. Your bra. His shirt. Your skirt. His pants. Your necklace. His rings. He turned the water on and walked into his glass-enclosed shower with your hands in his.
Hyunjin took a minute to take your sight in. Everything that followed felt like you were slow dancing under warm water. Fingers brushing. His lips on yours. His tongue swirling on your nipples. His wet hair sticking to his face. Lines of water paving their way on his body. You felt somehow dirtier while washing yourself in the best way possible. Hyunjin didn’t have a shower gel—he had a bar of soap instead. He rubbed it on his loofah, delicately washed you, and then rinsed the bubbles off. You felt so vulnerable under his touch for some reason.
“Is the temperature comfortable for you?”
“Mhm.”
Hyunjin turned you around and pressed your wet body against his chest. You could feel how hard he was and how he was twitching on your hips. If the warm water wasn't already rushing down both of you, you could feel how much he was leaking, too. He kept placing kisses on your neck, your shoulder, and your back, making sure his slippery tongue surpassed the wetness of the water on your skin.
“Into me, beautiful.”
You closed your eyes and leaned into his body, relishing the way he was grinding against you and caressing your breasts with one hand. When you least expected it, he brought the shower nozzle against your pussy, causing a moan to escape your lips.
“How's the pressure?”
“Hyunj–”
“Shh,” he whispered soothingly into your ear, “Just answer the question.”
You would love to if you weren’t mortified. It felt like all the effects of the wine just dissipated into thin air.
“Little more.”
Hyunjin rotated the head of the nozzle for more compression and tested it on your clit again. You flinched upon the more intense sensation.
“Now?”
“Too good.”
“Shh, shh, shh, I got you” he wrapped one hand around your waist to keep you in place, “We’ll relax you now.”
Your moans. Unadulterated eroticism. More so hearing them this up close this time no matter how much the volume was down. There was no concrete obstacle between you anymore.
“Not the same thing as your vibrator, but still good, right?”
You snapped your eyes open at his declaration and attempted to look back.
“You– You knew?”
“You didn’t think the thin walls between us could contain your moans, did you beautiful?” he kept talking in whispers to you, “Let me hear you. Properly this time.”
He increased the pressure of the water some more and brought the nozzle closer to your clit.
“Oh my fuc– Hyunjin!!!”
“Mhm. Like that,” he pecked your cheek, “Show me all your colors.”
He kept kissing your neck. Your back. Your shoulderblades. Fondled your breasts. Whispered things into your ear. You threw your hand back to his nape when he finally made you cum.
“That’s it. Let go,” he nodded to the rhythm of your convulsions against his chest, “Relaxed a little?”
“A little,” you admitted while coming down. Of course the pent-up tension of wanting him in the deepest spots of you was not going to go away with a single orgasm.
“Not fair if all your tension is relieved at once,” Hyunjin turned you around to face him, “I need you to need me.”
Need him? How could you never not need him when he looked like that? Sounded like that? Existed like that? Infesting your mind with himself completely with just the way he looked at you?
When you looked down, you noticed he was rock hard for you, completely flushed with arousal. You never felt such an intense urge to touch something before.
“Not now,” he stopped your hand, “We have plenty of time.”
Fresh bathrobes and clean linen-scented fabric softener smell. Hyunjin unhurriedly combed your hair like he had all the time to kill in the world, and dried the excess moisture in your hair with a towel. When he was finished, he looked at you in the mirror fondly and kissed your nape. You shivered.
You weren’t used to this. You couldn’t get used to this. He wasn’t real. He was just a figment of your imagination. You couldn’t start randomly craving him. No. Just no.
Then again, it might have been a little too late for that because Hyunjin had awakened so many things inside you so far. As you walked into his room, all those urges morphed into a single entity and became impossible to ignore. He was just way too irresistible.
His lips on your nape traveled to your neck and got even wetter. Feeling his wetness on your skin was setting your body on fire. You were trying your best to be patient, but it seemed like he was trying to make you lose it as quickly as possible with his breathy kisses. It was ticklish. It was seductive. It was overwhelming. He didn’t need to seduce you any longer because you were already seduced by him since the first time you laid your eyes on him.
“You said we have plenty of time, right?”
“Of course we do, beautiful.”
You slithered your hands over the belt of his bathrobe and tugged on it.
“Then making love to you can wait a little. I need to fuck you.”
You undid his belt with one harsh pull and peeled the soft towel off of him. Hyunjin instantly responded to you by doing the same and you started devouring each other. Kisses turned into bites. Shy exhales turned into sharp hisses. Brushes of fingers turned into sinking fingertips into flesh. Adoration turned into insatiable need.
“Fuck me. Fuck me now. I’ve waited long enough.”
You had never been kissed with so much need before. It was so fucking passionate that having an orgasm to that was definitely not out of question.
“No more waiting,” Hyunjin whispered against your skin, “God, I need you so bad.”
He lifted you up and placed you on his bed, where he came to the sounds of you for countless nights. You were in complete disbelief that you were actually in his sheets. Where he slept every night. About to pleasure him for real this time.
“Your scent… Drives me fucking crazy.”
“Your taste is no different,” you spread his legs to expose him for you, “Let me.”
Hyunjin was simply the sexiest fucking thing and he reeked of someone who liked things on the freakier side. Of course one of these days you would love to blow him for an entire hour but right then was not the time. You were way too consumed with desire, and judging by how loudly he moaned when you choked on his cock, Hyunjin didn’t seem like he could keep it up for too long, either.
“Take it deeper for me, beautiful.”
Anything to get him to crumble for you like that. Anything to ascend him beyond his wildest imagination. Anything to let him know you would love him so hard he would develop an unbreakable addiction to you. Anything for him. Anything.
“So– So close. A little more.”
No, not a little more. A lot more. Hyunjin could ask for one, but you would give him ten. He deserved it. He only deserved extreme happiness and everything that came with it.
“Oh, fuck, moan for me. Louder. Louder!!!”
Making him cum felt like an out of body experience for you. Nothing could sound this provocative. Nothing could feel this inviting. This enticing. You swallowed all his load and climbed up to share his taste with him.
“This is what you taste like,” you kissed him deeply, “Make me an essence out of it, too. I want my room to smell like you.”
If Hyunjin had any more cum left inside him, he would most definitely cum again.
“Don’t– Don’t say things like that,” his voice came out as a moan, “What are you doing to me?”
“I want your scent all over my sheets. I want to fall asleep to it. Then wake up to it,” you talked to him in soft whispers while kissing him all over, “I want to cum to it when you’re not around.”
“Fuck, kiss me. Kiss me now.”
He consumed your lips so hard that they were swollen at that point. Hyunjin intertwined his fingers in yours and descended between your legs. Finally. At long last. The one thing he was dreaming about every fucking minute of every day was right before his eyes, throbbing with a perfect sheen of gloss. You were so pent-up already that when he closed his mouth over your cunt, you knew it wasn’t going to be much longer until he snapped you.
“Fucking— Yes. Yes!!!”
Hyunjin eating your pussy was literally no different than him eating his food. With so much gusto. So much enthusiasm. Like his life depended on making you feel good. His tongue gliding on your wet folds with the laziest movements, his full lips in the middle of a very heavy makeout session with your clit to give you the deepest kiss of your life while squeezing both your hands, listening to the sounds of your pleasure, paying very close attention to your volume to know when to increase his speed and pressure. He still didn’t have the courage to say it out loud for fear of scaring you, but he was so sure of his feelings for you that it didn’t stop him from spelling ‘I love you’s on your soaked cunt with his tongue.
“Cum in my mouth, beautiful,” he punctuated his sentence with a gentle suck on your clit, “Need your taste.”
Languid licks on your clit turned into fast teases laser-focused on making you cum, and you finally drenched his lips all over. He didn’t waste a drop and once he finished drinking you, he hovered over you with hunger flashing in his darkened eyes.
“Let’s fuck.”
Hyunjin slid inside you so easily, and you wanted to die when he bottomed out. That stretch was everything you had ever imagined and more. You felt so full. So complete. Hyunjin clicked like he was the missing puzzle piece. Like he belonged there all along. Inside you. Inside your heart.
“Feel every inch of me.”
And feel him you did. He was fucking his sorrow away. He was fucking his way into your heart. He was seeping through all the cracks of your battered soul to be a permanent resident there. He was fucking you deeper in love.
“Don’t– Don’t pull out.”
His lips never left your neck as he kept fucking into you. You were incapable of controlling the urge to kiss him. You kissed him everywhere you could get your lips on. You inhaled his natural musk. You felt yourself die a little every time he whispered things into your ear. The most loving things. The filthiest things. He was buried to the hilt within you, but he still felt like he was lightyears away from you.
“Wanna make you cum again,” Hyunjin spoke as softly as possible while panting over you, “Cum all over my cock this time. Flood me.”
He rubbed your clit with his thumb fervently as he picked up his pace inside you. You were so overwhelmed. Just so overwhelmed by him.
“Look at me,” he forced you to face him, “Look into my eyes when you cum, beautiful.”
Hyunjin was incredibly beautiful especially when he was covered in a sheen of sweat like that. You were trying your utmost best not to kiss his swollen lips again because he asked you to look at him. Who would have thought? Who would have thought you’d actually be in his bed, gracing his sheets, and moaning his name under him like that? How did he get this lucky? Which country did he save in his previous life?
“Oh god, I’m– Fuck! Fuck!!!”
When he felt an excess wetness on his cock, Hyunjin let go and came so much. So fucking much. He coated you through and through like those perfect glazes you created over your desserts.
“You’re everything,” he spoke with a muffled voice, “You’re everything, beautiful.”
What he wanted to say was you were his everything, but something was still tugging at his collar to stop him, whispering to him ‘Now is not the time’. So what, though? So what if this was your first time together? So what if you hadn’t been to five thousand dates before? Why waste all that time when he knew what he was feeling was way beyond simple infatuation? Why question everything when he knew there was nothing more he wanted than to know everything about you?
Call it being a slave to your urges or hopelessly in love, but neither of you possessed the willpower to keep your hands to yourselves. Your hands needed to be on one another at all times. Touching. Kissing. Tasting. Overloading all your senses with each other.
“Again,” you spoke against his lips, “Let’s go again.”
Your wish was his command. He could make love to you for all eternity if you asked him to. He could make you cum until your mind went numb. He could kiss you until you gasped for air, and even then he would gladly give all the oxygen in his lungs to you. Anything for you. Anything.
“Harder,” you squeezed his arms, “I can take more.”
Maybe you could, but Hyunjin most certainly could not take it anymore.
“Yes, you can. Of course, you can,” he kissed you but it felt more like a heads up, “This is where I belong. Inside you.”
Then he went off. Your moans had become way louder than before, and Hyunjin kept talking between his thrusts.
“Need… to fuck… my cum… deeper… into you…”
You wrapped your legs around him and tackled him to get on top, but Hyunjin wasn’t going to have it. He sat up, still fucking you hard from under you as he sucked on your nipples. You instinctively grabbed fistfuls of his hair and tugged on them. You didn’t expect him to like it that much, but his sharp hisses indicated that he indeed enjoyed it a little too much. When you pulled harder, he moaned louder, and you kissed him breathlessly in return.
“You’re my prince, Hyunjin,” you pressed your forehead against his, “I wanna have you all night.”
Every time you said his name, Hyunjin lost his damn mind. He turned you around to trap you under him, and held one of your legs up. You loved that angle change since it allowed him to hit that one spot, and how much you liked it was very obvious from your moans. You were trying to say something, but you couldn’t produce coherent sentences.
“You want it harder, don’t you beautiful?”
“Yes,” you clawed the sheets, “Fucking yes!”
Hyunjin threw your other leg on his shoulder and started going harder. There was a delicious pressure building inside you, and you couldn’t control your clenches anymore.
“You’re getting closer, aren’t you?” he flashed a fucked out smile, “Let go. Soak me again.”
He started going faster. The way he rubbed against your walls and grazed against that spongy texture inside you made you fucking lose it. The need. The need to make you feel good. The need to feel him in every single one of your cells. The need to die with him and then resurrect each other between one another’s lips.
You were gone. Both of you were.
“Fuck, I’m cumming. Oh, fuck Hyunj– Fuck!!!”
Hyunjin held you close as you arched towards him to ride your orgasm. He was showering you with love, with kisses, with his cum. Once he was out, he collapsed next to you to catch his breath, but the need to kiss was always there. It was never going to go away.
You both were able to somewhat come down after some time, and when you looked at his beautiful face, you noticed that Hyunjin looked a little pensive. Like something was bothering him.
“What are you thinking about, prince?” you caressed his face.
Hyunjin looked at you with those deep doe eyes of his, and brushed your hair away from your face with his fingers.
“I miss you, beautiful,” he lovingly spoke, “I miss you even when you’re next to me.”
You were overcome with emotion. Not because of what he said, but because of how he was. Who he was. With all his shades that were far from flawless. Hyunjin didn’t live life like an average person because he wasn’t one. He lived by the things he was passionate about, little things that gave him a small but certain happiness, things that made him geek out so fucking hard. You were incredulous how anyone would be so damn blind to what a wonderful tapestry he had for a soul. He was so much more than pretty—he was emotion materialized. He was sentimentality in corporeal form. He was very abnormal about the things that fascinated him, and those were only a handful of reasons why you were head over heels for this man. He spoke to something deep inside you as much as you spoke to him. You evoked as many things in him as he evoked in you. You pulled him into a tight embrace and kissed his hair as he buried his face in your chest. He was tired. He was moved. But more importantly, after what seemed like a life sentence, he felt happy.
For any other person, there were two types of taste: pleasant and unpleasant. You would either consume the crap out of it with sheer appetite or block your tastebuds from sensing that monstrosity. But for Hyunjin, it was not as simple as that.
Not ever since he met you.
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OMGG STOOPP😭 this made me cry🥺(in a good way)
*Hyunjin Calling You Clingy*
Paring: Hyunjin x Reader (GN)
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Arguing, Cursing, Op Accidentally Punches Hyune in the nose, Blood Mentions, Not Proofread
This is part of a series find the others here:
Bangchan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin
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Today was a rough day for your boyfriend or so you heard. Walking into the dorms Han was leaving to go get food when he smiled at you “ah y/n good thing you’re here Hyunjins in a bad mood, maybe you can make him feel better” he said as he put on his jacket. “Why? What happened?” You asked surprise because he hadn’t said anything about it. “Oh you know choreograph not going well, he also got into a small argument with Changbin about it so it’s not going to well.” He said as he opened the door to leave. “I’ll try my best” you salute standing there him laughing as he left.
You made your way to his room knocking not wanting to barge in when he was already upset “what!” He said loudly “Jinnie it’s me!” You said trying to put on the happiest voice you could. You could hear him sighing as he came to the door unlocking it he walked back to what he was doing not even greeting you at the door.
“Hi baby” you said with a sickening sweet smile. “Hi” is all he said back his voice a bit cold as he continued to paint. “Ooh whatcha painting?” You asked moving behind him to watch. To you, you were just watching him to him, it felt like you were hovering over. “Can you not stand so close?” He said moving his chair up a bit. Your eyebrows raised a bit “mhm” you said moving back sitting on the bed now.
“I’ve missed you!” You said smiling behind him. He didn’t say anything just “mmhm” to your words. You felt your heart become a bit heavy, feeling bad for him but also now bad you bothered him. You sat in silence for a few minutes before he spoke “so why are you here?” His tone coming off as annoyed.
“Oh uh.. just missed you.” Your voice trailing off at how he was being towards you. “You literally see me all the time.” He said rolling his eyes even though you couldn’t see it. “Yeah well I can still miss you haven’t see you at all today” you huffed from behind him. “and?” He said blankly “what do you mean and??” You questioned your voice becoming more aggressive. “And? Like why’s it such a bad thing not to see me? Why do you always have to be clingy and come in my personal space when I didn’t even ask you to.” His words hurt as they came out digging deeply into you.
“Did you really just call me clingy? Me? The one that tries giving you space and then you whine I’m not paying attention to you?” He argued back. “I don’t care how shitty your day was today why the fuck are you taking it out on me!” You continued making Hyune stop painting he turned his body to face you face red “My day was shit yeah, and all I wanted to do is come home and paint. I wanted to relax, cool down and do something I loved but no I’m forced to sit here listening to you bitch and complain.” His words were hot like lava spewing out of him like a volcano.
“Ive literally only said I fucking missed you, you asshole!” You said getting up. As you got up hyunjin went to move hitting the table he was working on and spilling the water all over his painting. His eyes went wide anger overcoming him “See what you fucking do! You fucking ruin everything!” He screamed at you now you could see tears start to fall down his cheek as he yelled. “Go home y/n! I don’t want to see you for a while!” He said his anger now turning into sobs.
He was so overwhelmed and stressed he just broke down. “Hyune..” you said softly reaching out for him “please.. just leave me alone right now.. I just want to be alone..” he said his voice cracking as he sobbed into his hands. “If.. if you do need me.. you know where I’m at..” you said getting up to leave to room. You ended up seeing Han as you got into your car your face saying everything about what had happened he could only give you a sad smile and wave as you drove back to your house.
It was about 2AM when you felt your bed dip down a bit, startled you jolted up punching whoever was there straight in the nose. “AH Fuck!” The familiar voice shrieked. You quickly turned on your bed side light to see your boyfriend there holding his now bleeding nose “Oh my fucking jinnie im so sorry!” You said your hands stuttering as you go to touch. “Honestly don’t be sorry after how I was today I deserved that.” He said getting up to head to your bathroom.
You followed him “don’t say that no matter how much we argue I’ll never think hitting you would solve things” you said grabbing a tissue to wipe his lips now stained with blood. You helped clean him up his eyes never meeting yours, he quickly grabbed your hand that was on his face looking up at you. “Y/n listen- im sorry for what I said it was out of anger.”
You nod “yeah no shit” your tone almost teasing “im being serious I know it’s not an excuse but everything just came crashing down and you coming over when I really needed time to clear my head just- made it worse im sorry i really am though.” He blabbed on. “They say you say things you’re to afraid of saying when your angry.” You said grabbing another tissue his nose still bleeding.
“No really y/n I-“ you cut him off “no Jinnie I get it really.. I am clingy and I do fuck things up a lot no biggie” you nonchalant words making his heart break “y/n your not-“ he tried you cutting him off again “listen.. you’re gonna say no and you didn’t mean it but the fact of the matter is I am clingy hyune I know I am. It’s something I’m gonna have to work on. However you’re gonna have to work on talking to me and communicating things. Tell me when you wanna be left alone before you get angry or just tell me through texts like ‘hey don’t come over it’s me time’ something hyune” you rambled.
He looked up at you “I am sorry for what I said though.. I’m sorry for hurting you.” He said his voice sounding almost strained. You shrug at his response “nothing we can do now, but i think I’ll start giving you more space. Maybe work on me as I do.” You said moving your body. “Your nose is all good.”
He stood up looking in the mirror “you got me really good” he said with a soft chuckle “yeah remember that when you wanna fight again.” You teased throwing up your fists. “Yeah yeah” he said wrapping his arms around you “can we go cuddle and maybe talk a bit?” He asked his voice soft, you nod before he lets you go. “But first” he said taking out a painting he had in his backpack. “This is for you.” He said handing you a pretty painting of flowers in a meadow. “Hyune” you said smiling at it “do you remember that place?” He asked tilting his head “it’s the place I took you to when I asked you to be mine.” He said kissing your forehead. “You might annoy me at times but you’ll always be my muse.” He said fluffing your hair.
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─ .✦ 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 ― 𝐇𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 📲
ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: idol!hyunjin x reader
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: angst, hurt/no comfort
𝙎𝙎: 5
𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: hurt/no comfort, no happy ending, Hyunjin is being mean but reader is standing up for themselves
⤷ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.
⋮ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁
Ⓒ︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.
ᯓ★ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ― 𝐇𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧
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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: idol!Hyunjin x GN!reader, established relationship
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: Fluff, suggestive
𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.2k — 9 𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙
𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: suggestive at the end, mentions of drinking alcohol
𝘼/𝙉: This was my first request for Hyunjin! Jisung's version is coming soon. Hopefully you'll like it! :)
⤷ 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺.
⋮ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 𝗝𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻
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When Hyunjin opened the door to your shared apartment, the smell of different spices hit him first. A little bit confused, he took off his shoes and put down his stuff before walking further into the apartment. He could hear your daily Spotify playlist playing over the speakers in the living room. His feet carried him through the apartment in search of you.
Hyunjin had a long day at work and couldn’t wait to feel your arms wrap around him while he took you into his embrace. He had to stay in the studio a few hours longer than expected because the songs they were working on were not really coming along as they had hoped. Chan tried his best to get it done as fast as possible, but he’s no superhero with superpowers. Sometimes it takes a little bit more work and time to get things done.
Normally, Hyunjin didn’t mind working a few hours longer than planned. That was before he met you, though. Before he met you, he often felt lonely. Sometimes it wasn’t a bad feeling, knowing he could be home as late as he wanted without having to consider anyone else with whom he shared his private life. At other times, he longed for the touch of a partner. He longed for intimate touches but also quick, fleeting ones—kissing his partner goodbye before leaving for work, coming home to cuddle in the late hours of the night, moonlight peeking through the bedroom window.
He found all of that when he met you, and he couldn’t be more grateful for it.
The tension and stress of the long workday began to settle in the muscles of his shoulders and neck. He could use a massage, preferably from you while you left soft kisses on his skin in between, he thought.
As he approached the kitchen, he could hear you humming along with the music. A soft smile graced his face as he stopped to just listen to you. You hadn’t heard him come in yet and were still focused on preparing Hyunjin’s favorite home-cooked meal. Cutting up the ingredients, you added them to the pan on the stove before seasoning everything just right.
Hyunjin watched you work for a few minutes before making himself known. Hearing his footsteps approaching, you let out a small yelp, placing a hand over your heart. “Oh my god, you scared me for a second, Hyune.” His face showed amusement at your reaction. “I didn’t hear you come in. I’m making your favorite meal, though.” You set down the cutlery and wiped your hands with a kitchen towel.
“I figured, but I didn’t want to disturb you. I love to watch you cook.” He took you in his embrace, and you wrapped your arms around him. By the way he leaned into you, you could feel how tired he was. “Long day?”
You felt him nod against you, still holding you close. “So busy, it’s stressful.” You peeked at his face and saw tiredness etched across his features. Giving him a soft peck on the lips, you stepped out of his arms and turned your attention back to the food on the stove, stirring it. Hyunjin came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your frame again, resting his head on your shoulder to watch as you cooked. You hummed along to the music once more, and Hyunjin soaked in the moment. Coming home to you cooking his favorite meal and taking care of him after such a long day was one of the best things in his life.
He absolutely loved his idol life, his career, and all the opportunities he’d had since debuting, but nothing beat this feeling with you—coming home to you, holding you, loving you, and being loved by you. He thanked the gods for the day when he bumped into you after you walked out of the coffee shop. Your drink had spilled all over you, and you were ready to get angry at the person who’d caused the mess. When you looked up, it felt like time stood still for a moment. He was the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on, and you almost wanted to apologize for him bumping into you.
Hyunjin felt the same spark when your eyes met, and his breath caught in his throat. Even with your drink spilled all over your white shirt —which was totally his fault— you still looked gorgeous. Eventually, he made it up to you by buying you a new drink. You two started talking and haven’t stopped to this day.
“Go sit down, baby. I’ll pour you a glass of wine and finish up cooking.” Hyunjin let out a soft sigh as you turned around to get him a glass. He smiled to himself and headed to the bedroom to change. After returning to the living room, he saw a glass of red wine on the coffee table and noticed his favorite movie was already starting on the TV.
“What would I do without them,” he whispered to himself. He settled down on the couch, in his favorite spot, and took a sip of the wine. Finally relaxing, he thought, turning his attention to the TV. After a few minutes, he felt your hands on his shoulders. Softly, you began to massage his tense muscles, and he let his head fall back, closing his eyes. Your hands felt like heaven.
You continued the massage in silence, with the sounds of the TV and your playlist in the background. “Do you want to talk about your day?” you asked after a minute. A sigh left his lips, and he opened his eyes to look up at you. “Nothing special, we just needed to finish this song. It was just a long day.” You nodded and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. “I’ll get two plates, and we can eat in front of the TV. Don’t move, mister.” Hyunjin chuckled, already missing your touch as you went back into the kitchen.
He heard you rummaging around, and after a few minutes, you reappeared with two plates. Sitting down next to him, you handed him his. You ate in comfortable silence, watching the movie you’d put on for him. After dinner, you quickly cleaned the plates and loaded the dishwasher. Hyunjin tried to help, but you motioned for him to stay seated and relax.
“You’re the best, you know that?” he said as you came back with more wine. You sat down and poured him another glass. “You work so hard. I thought I’d surprise you with your favorite meal. It’s the least I could do.”
You smiled softly at him and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. His hand came up to hold yours, and he left a small kiss on the back of your hand. Even though the gesture was small, it still gave you butterflies. Setting down your glass, you turned to him. “Are you fully relaxed now?” He nodded. “I think so. Thank you for taking care of me, baby.”
“Always.” You leaned closer and gave him a soft kiss. “I thought about running you a hot bath, and maybe I can join you?” Hyunjin hummed in agreement and kissed you again. “I think that’s a great idea. Afterward, I can properly thank you for taking care of me.” He pulled back with a smirk on his lips. You saw his gaze darken slightly and nodded, your hands running up his chest before resting at the nape of his neck. Leaning in for another kiss, you whispered seductively, “I think I love that proposal.”
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Ⓒ︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.
─ .✦ 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐅𝐅!𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐞 📲
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: bff!Hyunjin x fem!reader
𝙎𝙎:
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: suggestive, fluff-ish
𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: suggestive, some cursing
𝘼/𝙉: requested! Hopefully, you'll love it :)
⤷ 𝘈𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.
𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 𝗝𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻
Ⓒ︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.
ᯓ★ 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 ― 𝐇𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖
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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: idol!Hyunjin x fem!reader
𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 3,2k (got a little carried away lol) — 𝟮𝟮 𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: angst, comfort
𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: hurt/comfort, reader's insecure and hyunjin is being oblivious most of the time
𝘼/𝙉: This is also a request. I normally don't really like reading angst but writing it is so much fun lol. Hope you'll enjoy this one!
⤷ 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺.
⋮ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖
You were heading to the studio with lunch for Hyunjin and the others. He didn’t reply to your texts all morning so you thought you’d surprise him and the others with lunch. You know how they can be when they are busy, so they probably appreciate it if you bring them something to eat.
You entered the building and down the hall to the studio they’d probably be at. Stopping in front of the door, you see it was not fully closed. Raising your hand to knock before entering, your hand comes to a halt when you hear your boyfriend’s voice.
You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, really. It was just that his voice was a little louder than usual, and you happened to stop by at the wrong time.
“Man, it’s so annoying. My phone keeps blowing up and she won’t leave me alone,” you could hear him let out a frustrating groan. “Sometimes she’s just… too clingy, you know? As if she can’t do anything by herself. ‘S driving me crazy.”
Murmurs followed your boyfriend's confession, but your heart was pounding so loud to hear their responses. Hyunjin said it so casually, but his words hit you like a punch to the gut.
Clingy? He thought you were being too clingy?
You thought you were just showing how much you cared for him — it hadn’t felt like too much. But now it felt like you overstayed your welcome like everything you did and every touch had been one too many.
Fighting back the sudden tightness in your chest, you swallowed hard. You stood by the door for a minute gathering your thoughts, before silently turning around to walk away. Your heart now aching with a newfound distance you weren’t sure how to close.
Apparently, your lingering by the door hadn’t gone unnoticed by one of the members. Felix saw something from the corner of his eye and before he could say something, he saw you turn around and walk away from the studio.
He frowned at the words of his friend and the thought of you possibly overhearing him. “She just cares about you,” Felix spoke up before getting out his phone to text you. He didn’t get a response from the older boy, at least not a verbal one.
You arrived back home when you heard your phone going off. Could it be Hyunjin? Did he text you a lie about how he was just busy and didn’t see your texts coming through?
You hated this. You hated this feeling of being lied to. If he thought it was too much, he should have just said so instead of going to his members behind your back.
Sure, he can vent to his friends. It’s not like you don’t do this with your girlfriends. But complaining about your partner and being actually hurtful? You wouldn’t do that.
You set down the bags that contained the lunch boxes before getting your phone out of your purse. It was Felix, asking if you just stopped by. He had seen you turn around and walk away instead of coming in.
You quickly typed a reply, saying you did want to stop by but forgot something at home. It wasn’t really a lie that he would believe, but at this point, you didn’t want to talk about it.
Your heart felt heavy and when you finally sat down on your couch, you felt the pressure behind your eyes building up.
Maybe you were overreacting? No, this was a valid reaction to something that felt so hurtful. This started a spiral of overthinking.
Were you really that clingy? And was it so bad that he might consider breaking up with you? He knew your last boyfriend said one of the reasons he broke up with you was because you were so overbearing towards him. But it was just because you love to show people you care about them.
In the beginning, Hyunjin assured you multiple times that you weren’t overbearing. He said he loved it when all your attention was on him and that you made him feel so loved and special with every little thing you did for him.
So what has changed?
You had hoped your afternoon would be filled with spending some time with your boyfriend, his friends and good food. Instead, it was filled with overthinking and tears.
In the days that followed you tried to act as if nothing was wrong. You tried to continue on, but his words echoed in your head and it made it impossible for you to be as relaxed as before.
Hyunjin could feel you were pulling back slowly, creating distance between the two of you.
The thing that stood out the most was how your frequent texting went from constant texting him things to a few texts a day to almost radio silence during the day.
Normally, you’d always ask him how his day was going, if he needed something to eat, if you could stop by to see what they were working on and even random things you’ve seen during the day that reminded you of him.
Now it felt like you only texted him out of necessity and not because you wanted to talk to your boyfriend.
The week continued, and it seems like the rift between you and Hyunjin has grown even wider. The tension kept knotting in your stomach and your hands kept fidgeting when you were alone together.
You were asleep, or pretended to be, when Hyunjin left for work and the dinners you had together were being eaten in an uncomfortable silence.
You cancelled a date night with the excuse of not feeling great and went straight to the bedroom. You didn’t come out for the rest of the night, leaving Hyunjin alone with his thoughts.
He felt like you were on edge, but he couldn’t figure out why or what had happened for you to be acting this way towards him. The sudden coldness and distance.
He had to admit, he missed your blabbing during dinner, or when you’re watching a movie and you tell him random fun facts about it. He just could not dwell long on your behaviour, because work still demanded a lot of his time and energy.
This resulted in the members deciding to go out to dinner together when they finished the last remaining details for the comeback. Felix suggested asking you along too; he got the feeling from his friend that something was going on between you.
Hyunjin hasn't talked much about you and what you guys have been up to lately, but he hasn't seen you in the studio during lunch lately either. You would normally come to surprise your boyfriend and the members while they were working hard on their comeback.
This also raised suspicions that you might have overheard Hyunjin's harsh words.
That brings you to here right now, at a table in a fancy restaurant, sitting next to Felix and Hyunjin. Your hands started fidgeting again, a habit you picked up the past few days.
Hyunjin sitting next to you, oblivious to your fidgeting, laughing and chatting with his friends - like hadn’t shattered your confidence with one careless comment.
“Hey, are you alright?” Felix’s voice was soft as he leaned closer, his concern clear. You gave him a small, forced smile.
“Yeah, just tired,” you mumbled. The lie felt heavy, but the ache in your chest felt even heavier.
Hyunjin’s laughter pulled your attention back to him. He looked so carefree and completely unaware of the hurt he’d caused. That’s what stung the most—how easy it was for him to say something that lingered with you, while he didn’t seem bothered at all.
Did he really not notice? Or does he not care enough to do something about it. Then again, you didn’t know if you should bring it up to him.
Felix spoke up again, “I haven’t seen you at our studio during lunchtime lately. What’s up with that?”
His attention was fully on you, trying to figure out what was going on in that head of yours. The question seems to caught you off guard. He observed you telling a forced lie to him about your absence. Suspicion confirmed.
Your eyes strayed quickly to Hyunjin but it seemed you didn't want to focus your attention on your boyfriend. His attention went to your hands, which were still fidgeting. He knew now that you indeed heard your boyfriend tell his members that he thought you were clingy and it was eating away at you.
This needs to be resolved quickly, he thought, but he didn’t want to intervene right now. It seems like you need a friend in this moment and he wanted to help you not have the troubling thoughts in your head for a moment.
He switched up the conversation with a different question to ease your mind, and you seemed to be eager to change the topic.
And this did work for a while, you were having good food and good conversations with the rest of the group. Except for Hyunijn, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him.
After the dinner ended, and everyone went their separate ways home, you fell back into an uncomfortable silence again. The car ride home seemed to last hours when it was in fact only a 20-minute drive.
Hyunjin tried to place his hand on your leg, but you just slightly turned your body the other way and faced the window the entire ride home.
When you stepped foot into your apartment, you immediately headed to your bedroom to change into your pyjamas. Hyunjin still was a little confused and watched you disappear into the bedroom.
Deciding to confront you about the distance he felt, he went after you. You were already in the bathroom, removing your make-up.
“Hey,” Hyunjin’s voice was cautious, a little hesitant. “Is something wrong?”
You didn’t answer him straight away. Your eyes found his and you looked at him through the mirror, before settling back to your own reflection to continue removing your make-up.
Should you admit that you’d heard everything? The hurt twisted inside you, mingling with the fear of pushing him away even more.
Finally, you turned to face him, your voice barely audible. “Do you really think I’m clingy?”
The question clearly caught him off guard, he just stood there and blinked at you. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but the words didn’t leave his lips.
The silence followed by your question was suffocating and it made you second — no, triple—guess all the thoughts and emotions you’ve felt for the past days. The reaction he gave you made your mind wonder if you might be overreacting to five simple words.
‘Sometimes she’s just too clingy’.
You felt so vulnerable, but you couldn’t hide your unspoken thoughts anymore. Your eyes stayed focused on Hyunjin. He swallowed thickly before parting his lips to speak. “You’ve heard?”
He had no idea you were at the studio, or near the studio when he was venting to his members.
A sad and tired sigh left your lips and you turned your attention back to your reflection, continuing your skincare. It felt weird, acting as if it was just a normal question, meanwhile the words chipped away at your confidence.
“It’s just... sometimes...” His voice finally broke the tension, but it didn’t sound as sure as you’d hoped. Running a hand through his hair, frustration flickering across his features.
You could see him trying to find the right words, but every second he hesitated only making your chest tighten more.
“What? Sometimes what?” you pressed on. “I’m sometimes too much? Am I too close all the time? Overbearing? I can’t do anything by myself?” Though your voice was quieter now, he could hear the hurt and uncertainty bleeding through.
He winced slightly at your words and pressed his lips together. He let out another sigh, “No, it’s not like that. I- I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…” He trailed off, trying to find the right words.
You didn’t respond to his words, just waiting for an explanation as to why he said you were ‘too clingy’ and ‘couldn’t do anything by yourself’. But the explanation never seemed to come, the words stuck in his throat.
Though, you weren’t sure what you wanted to hear. His silence felt louder than any explanation he could have given.
“I was venting, and I just… I didn’t know you heard that... I’m sorry.” Frustration was seeping into his features. “It doesn’t mean I don’t care about you or- or what you do!” His voice softened and his eyes searched yours.
He didn’t know whether to take a step towards you and reach out or keep his distance, though the latter option is something you already succeeded in the past few days.
It didn’t feel good enough for you. The words fell flat between you, without meaning. You felt your chest tighten again and the suffocating feeling in your throat came back. The burning sensation of fresh tears behind your eyes was building up, ready to be released down your cheeks.
Turning away from him and nodded, “I get it, Hyunjin.” The man winced at the sound of your voice and hearing his name coming from your lips. “It’s fine. My ex said the same things, I’m used to it by now.”
It wasn’t fine. You weren’t used to it, not by a long shot. But you didn’t know if you could handle hearing more, or even if you wanted to.
Pushing past him, you went back into your bedroom. Turning on the lamp on your bedside table, you pulled back the covers and got into bed. Hyunjin lingered in the bathroom, trying to gather his thoughts on how he could explain to you he didn’t mean it like that.
He didn’t mean to hurt you, it was just in the heat of the moment and being stressed out because of work didn’t help either. Not that it should be an excuse.
You reminded him of the words your ex had said to you tugging at his heartstrings. That hurt. He knew it was a bad and rough break-up for you.
Even though it was so significantly small for him, something said in passing when he was stressed, holds an entirely different meaning and feeling for you.
You lay in bed staring at the window, silently letting the salty tears run down your face, and onto your pillowcase. From your position in bed, you reached out to turn off your light. The darkness engulfed you.
Hyunjin came into the bedroom after a minute. You felt the bed dip behind you, and he softly reached out to you. He rested his hand on your shoulder, trying to be comforting to you.
He could hear your breathing, uneven and heavy. Without seeing your face, he knew tears were rolling down.
The moonlight is peeking through the see-through curtains in front of the window., and it lit up your face. Right now, that was the only light in the room. You stayed quiet, not trusting your voice to say anything to your boyfriend.
“It’s not fine,” he murmured, almost like he was talking more to himself than to you. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.” When he didn’t hear anything from you, he continued.
“I just…” He exhaled slowly, clearly struggling. “I didn’t know how to explain it. Sometimes, when I’m stressed or overwhelmed, I don’t know how to handle things. But it’s not about you. It’s never about you.”
His words hovered between you. The sting of what you’d overheard lingered, reminding you of how easy it was for him to call you clingy in front of the others.
You wondered if he even realized how much that had hurt, or if he was just trying to smooth things over now that he knew you’d overheard.
“Then why say it at all?” you whispered, barely able to keep your voice steady. “If it wasn’t about me, why say it like that? Why make me feel like… like I’m too much?”
Hyunjin looked pained, his eyes flickering with regret as he gently pulled you to him in the dark. “You’re not too much. You never are.” At his words, you turned to face him.
Carefully he reaches for your hair to brush the loose strands from your face. “I know it's not an excuse to say I was stressed, but I really didn't mean it. The past few days I felt the distance between us and it ate away at me. I didn't know what was going on and what I had done to make you distance yourself from me.”
Your silence urges him to continue, “I didn't know how to bring this up, but I understand why you've been so distant these past few days. I was just venting to my friends without realizing this could hurt you. Especially after your break-up with your ex, I'm so sorry...”
His fingertips traced the side of your face before wiping away the tears that ran free. You swallowed hard, you wanted to believe him. You really did, because it is normal for people to vent about their feelings, good and bad.
But another part, the part that heard him so casually say you were clingy, kept you guarded.
Your hand reached out for his that was still lightly tracing your face, “I don’t want to feel like I’m smothering you, Hyunjin. I just… I don’t know what to do now.”
“You know, I missed your random texts. The one you always send if you see something that reminds you of me. And when you ask me how my day is going. The boys also have been asking about you, y’know.”
The sincerity in his voice made you look up at him. “They miss you at lunch too, just like I do.” For the first time since this conversation started, you saw the cracks in his usual confidence.
“It really hurt, the way you said it so casually too. And it felt like a punch in the gut after you know what my ex said to me. But it is my insecurity, not yours. I just need to figure out how to deal with it.”
He gently shook his head. “If you feel hurt about what I said, that is completely valid. I know it is an insecurity of yours, and I shouldn’t have been so casual about it.”
You let out a sigh and initiated intertwining your fingers with his. The small act brought a soft smile to his face. Watching your features, being lit up by the moonlight, he felt his racing heartbeat calm down.
“We’ll figure it out together baby. If I feel like I don’t need a distraction during work, I’ll put on my do-not-disturb mode on my phone, okay?” His words made you nod in agreement.
“And I will try to communicate my feelings more, especially when it comes to something like this. I realize now that I just have to talk about this when it bothers me.”
In response to your words, he nodded. “I love you, baby, so much.” Before you could respond he drew you closer, his lips brushing yours in a lingering kiss. “I love you too Jinnie.” You tugged him closer, kissing him with tender, quiet softness. You finally felt the tightness in your chest melt away.
He wanted to do better for you. His hand in yours felt like a promise—one he wasn’t going to let slip away.
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Ⓒ︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.
─ .✦ 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐟!𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫 📲
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: idol!Hyunjin x reader, established relationship
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: fluff
𝙎𝙎: 10
𝙏𝙒/𝘾𝙒: fluff fluff fluff
𝘼/𝙉: part of a request and it was just really cute. Took some inspo for this request of my conversations I have with my boyfriend when I'm away for a few days lol
⤷ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳.
⋮ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗛𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 𝗝𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻
Ⓒ︎ 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝗗𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵.
After Party
Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader Word Count: 0.7K Genre: Smut 🔞 Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Activities, Swearing, Alcohol
A/N: This is literally come from seeing Hyunjin be too damn fine at the Versace show I have no excuse other than it's his own fault.
You had seen him at the show, his beauty accentuated by the sultry unbuttoned silk shirt and thin black choker but avoided him, sitting far from him you had managed to stay mostly out of his sight as he mingled and participated in interviews after the show. Now changed into a less structured dress you hoped that you would have the same luck at the party you were now stepping into. The drinks flowing and the music loud you were able to see glimpses of him as he danced his red leather trench flashing brightly as he moved. But as you drank and laughed your caution dropped you found yourself exactly where he wanted you to be. Your back pressed against a door you dress hitched up around your waist as his hands wandered across your burning skin.
“Hyunjin, we need to stop” you breathed, the warning lacking any conviction as you continued to kiss his lips between words. “You know we can’t”.
“Is that really what you want darling?” he smirked, kissing you deeply as swallowing the small gasp you let escape your throat. His fingers moved your underwear aside to let his fingers trace your damp folds. “You still can’t just admit you are mine and not his”.
His coat had been dropped to the floor somewhere behind him he had let go of it the moment he had cornered you in the empty room, now with his black trousers undone enough to get them halfway down his thighs he roughly sheathed himself inside you you eyes opening wide as you silently cried out his hips not stopping to give you even a second to adjust before he began thrusting into you with harsh desperation.
"Hyunie" you whined brokenly, your breath being punched out of you with each movement of his cock. "Please, I can’t…".
"Tell me to stop then" He strained his voice thin "Tell me you don't want my cock so deep inside you, you will never forget how it feels". You clenched and moaned, your head falling back against the door, your brain starting to fog with pleasure too much to even comprehend how to speak.
"Ah... Ngh... Hyunjin" you breathed unable to make a sentence of even two words while his lips and tongue work on your neck nipping and sucking lightly at your flesh. “Please, more”.
"That's what I thought, you will always be mine darling" he uttered sensually moving his lips to mesh with yours, his tongue licking into your mouth which you were so willing to allow. Feeling the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix was sending red hot tendrils of pleasure through your body forcing you to pull him in closer with your leg that had remained tightly wrapped around his hip when he had placed it earlier.
"Fuck I need you so bad" Hyunjin groaned against your lips "Need to fill you, breed you, own you". His words were making you spiral the already insane level of pleasure from his perfect length pounding into you was sending you hurtling toward your high. Your thighs twitched and your eyes blurred with unshed tears until finally you broke, cuming so hard around him that his hips stuttered as your walls fluttered and gripped him so tightly you thought you might pass out.
"Hyunnie... Fuck Hyunnie" you sobbed feeling him resuming his previous pace each time he pressed into you the dull ache that followed him making you squirm in his grip.
"Relax darling I got you" he soothed his heavy panting against you neck slowing the speed of his hips and letting you breathe your vision is hazy now white dots appearing around the edges of the room but Hyunjin just kisses you again his lips soft and comforting contrasting in the best way to how he's pounding into your sopping cunt. "Only mine darling, only ever mine".
Each word leaving you shivering and gasping as you cum again only this time after a few more thrust Hyunjin follows you filling you with his hot seed as he presses himself as deep as he can inside your quaking walls.
"Hyunnie I..." You whisper, unable to trust your voice to come out properly.
"I know darling, I love you too. I always will" he smiles against your lips before kissing them sweetly.
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