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( 황현진 ) ; hyunjin's attention to detail isn't only present in art or dance.

bf!hyune x f!reader : fluff the art of observation nicknames wc: 557

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hyunjin's charcoal-calloused fingers brushed against the nape of your neck, providing immense comfort. the small things, like the way he knew exactly what type of physical touch you needed to calm the array of thoughts living in your head, how he hummed a song you were singing in the shower, or how he noticed every little thing you did with your appearance.

"did you trim your bangs sweets?"

"did you tie your ribbon in a different way? it's pretty."

he had a rare way of paying attention to the intricate things that majority of people let slip past unknowingly - his sightings sweet and honeyed, spoken gently on the border of genuine worship.

you paused. he smiled, as if it were a trait that every single person on earth poessessed.

he was so steady - the way he paid such close, unwavering attention without making a big deal out of it. it wasn't loud or dramatic - it never was - grand gestures were considered foreign to him, but it was oh so consistent. his presence made everything feel softer and more calmer.

even when you both were in your different worlds, opting for a comforting silence, accompanied by tranquil acoustic tempos in the background of his home studio or the bubbling of the kettle brewing herbal japanese teas in the kitchen- he'd linger. hyunjin wouldn't say anything during this moment of solace, but his eyes would zero in on you with such pure, endearing intent, speaking volumes that words alone couldn't express.

he memorised everything, as if you were something that could vanish if he didn't hold enough.

"jagi...you're doing it again..." he mumbled, his eyes never leaving the subtle curve of your lips.

"hm?" you simply replied, putting the ceramic mug down on the wooden dining table.

"you're thinking your pretty little head off. your shoulders tense up a little...your brows furrow with that adorable crease...then you get so tangled up, your hair falls over your face...like a canopy of trees..." he slowly reached over, his body curating a haven of fragile stillness, as he tucked it behind your ear - his fingers adorning your cheekbones for just a little over a few seconds.

"...and...then you play with the bracelet - this one." he traces the thin, gold piece that decorated your wrist.

and when you looked back up at him, blinking out of the gaze you held on his lap, there was not a single trace of frustration or irritation - just pure, unadultered endearment and utter devotion.

"i didn't even realise, hyune." you said, admitting smaller than you intended to.

"i know," he replied. "that's why i notice."

he said it with so much love and normalcy - not proudly, or as if he wanted or expected praise - but as if it was factual. as if noticing your traits was as natural as breathing. hyunjin's padded thumb brushed lightly - mimicking a soft, chiseled paintbrush, smoothing the crease between your brows as if he was painting a canvas.

"i'm not even sure what the heck i think about all the time..." you said, a slight giggle escaping from your lips.

"that makes two of us then," he agreed. "but, we can figure it out together, hm?"

"you always do that." it was your turn to observe.

"hm?'

"you always stay."

"i'm right where i want to be. where else would i go?"

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ִֶָ🪽་༘ : nini's notes ──── this was originally a han-fic, but i reread it and realised it fit hyune more...guys i'm back...lol...

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓— Open up to me. ╰┈➤ ❤︎ ꜰᴛ : ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕‪‪ ❤︎‬ +18 ♯ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙. 𝐹 -𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓. riding. 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆. noona kink. 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. age-difference.

You're ass clapping everytime it's met with his thighs. "You're so lucky i'm letting you fuck me raw," Arms wrapped around Jeongin's neck while you tilt his chin to look up at you with a delicate finger. "Yes-ha, noona fuck, thank you so much-!" The poor boy under you is so desperate for finally being able to fuck his pretty manager.

"What would Chan say if he caught me milking his little maknae's cock, huh?" You say forcing your lips onto his. He moans into it forcing your hips down harder onto his cock. Jeongin may be pathetic but he's gotten so strong and that's what was driving you insane. It made you think about how small he was and into the man he's truly become throughout the years.

"W-Want h-hmhim to see," Jeongin says muffled by your lips pressed against his. "Let them see how I take care of you like a real man." You're squeezing on him like a vice, sweat and past orgasms all over his lap and in between your thighs. "You love the thrill don't you?" He pulls you impossibly closer leaning down to lick your breast–arching your back to give him better access.

Straddling him was like heaven, bouncing on his thick cock that's always some how rock hard everytime you'd enter the practice room with everyone's newly made schedules of the month.

His now huge arms wrapped around your waist forcing you to be chest to chest with him. Jeongin forces you to stop–not even a second after he begins to fuck up into you like he's been wanting this for years.

"Yeah– shit, show me how good you fuck you're noona," You're face nuzzles into his neck biting and sucking to leave marks you know he'll get scolded for tomorrow but you could careless, after all you are the one who runs his whole career anyways.

Jeongin grunts into your ear, his hands trailing and needling your back as he continues to thrust his thick tip into your cervix that makes you see stars. "No man could fuck me as good as you, keep fucking me. Just like that–" The little praise makes him whimper he's so close but he knows he can't cum yet, he has to prove to you he's mature to take care of you.

"Fuck me so good you leave babies in your noona," You don't know what you're babbling about what used to be you being the one in charge was all in the past. You're brain is mush and all you want is for him to fuck you full you feel him in you for days.

"Noona, let me fuck you full. C'mon i'll be so good." The way his dick piston's into makes you wonder why all the 'men' you slept with couldn't make you cum once, yet the man that's been giving you puppy eyes for years is fucking into you like he's wants to leave his name in cursive inside your womb to mark his territory.

"Fill me up, make me want this dick every single fucking day innie." The filth of your words hit him like a brick. You're ass sore by how much of a force he keeps drilling his cock in. You feel your next orgasm, which number is this you don't know you already forgot how many times he's make you squirt all over his lower abdomen.

"I'm gonna fucking–ah, cum!" You're head tilted up to the ceiling as you grind down to meet his movements. All you think about is how he's pressing into your organs. The belly bulge mark is all he's staring at, after all the teasing, the late nights, he's fucking you.

"Gonna fuck you full," And with his last words your back archs into his grip as your thighs shudder with pain or soreness. "Take it, all of it." With that jeongin thrust up into you making you feel like your pussy's getting filled like a twinkie, all you see when you look down is his hot white cum stuff you full and leak down his base. All you could do is laugh and moan at the warm semen that's being pumped into you. "W-What are you–"

"Shh, i'm giving you what you wanted." His hips roll against yours moving and sliding his cock in then out, fucking his seed into you.

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