— he’d walk around the rest of the night, cheeks and ears red at the sight of how pretty you look

— there are times when you get secure and find it hard to eat in front of anyone but Jisung doesn’t let you skip meals

— he gets your favorites, telling you how happy it makes him when you eat

— praise galore

— he doesn’t stop complimenting you, even on the days when you don’t feel the best about yourself

— he does everything in his power to show you how loved and perfect you are

L.FLX

— you struggle with being a lot bigger than Felix but he loves it

— the size difference makes him blush

— your body is perfect in every way, fitting perfectly with his—he just wishes you could see it too

— gosh the way he praises you has your entire body tingling

— even in your worst moments he looks and speaks to you in a way that is so loving

— doesn’t help Felix’s sanity one bit that you are stronger than him too

— he might have abs but the fact that you can manhandle him makes him blush

— you can’t help the feeling of confidence within you when he confides in you about it

— “I just like being thrown around by my strong girlfriend”

K.SM

— absolutely adores your body

— Seungmin isn’t much for skinship but when it comes to you—he cannot stop touching you

— whether it’s an arm around your waist or pulling you into his lap, Seungmin can’t seem to get close enough to you

— he’s not the best at handling your rough moments because in truth, he doesn’t fully understand why you feel the way you do about yourself

— but he listens and kisses way the tears and shows your body the love it deserves and that it has from him

Y.JGN

— Jeongin loves to shop and he loves to shop with you

— but when he notices that you aren’t having a good time because you aren’t feeling the best about your body it breaks his heart

— he praises you when you try on clothes; his intense stare and the kisses he presses to your cheeks and shoulders as he presses his fingertips into your plush waist has your skin on fire

— he’s very good at pulling you from your thoughts

— he only likes to be touched by you

— if he could stay by yourself for the rest of the day just melding himself into your soft body he would in a heart beat

— takes tons of pictures of you

— he has at least twenty set to appear on his homescreen

— he’s down bad for you, so unbelievably bad

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Y/n had been worried when he stormed out—apologetic on Minho’s behalf for being so blunt when questioning him.

She couldn’t help but to feel a familiar heaviness when he didn’t answer her.

It had taken a year after his accident to not be worried about where he was or having to worry if he was at The Pit or not.

The Pit was known to be a whirlwind of speed and crime. The cops knew this—but they also knew that those involved would rather die than to give up any information to the police. It wasn’t just racers involved but mostly those who had enough money to bet on the races.

Races would be an opportunity for scouting. Drug lords sending their minions out with a wad of cash to sway the winner into working for them. That’s how Y/n had met Chan, in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But he looked different than the others, he didn’t seem to enjoy it but rather it was a matter of circumstance.

The two of them met on a rainy evening in March.

It was dark and she had been out too long. The smell of the rain and the rubber of her tires mixed as she got out of the car. Y/n had parked a little farther that evening, all of the spots near her place had been occupied. She knew of an alleyway that would put her near her door and of the five years she lived there, she never had a problem with making it from her car to her door without any trouble.

However, that evening, over the patter of the rain, Y/n heard voices speaking. She had never been particularly good at Korean—even after living in the country for so long. She heard shouts, before a body was thrown to the ground in front of her.

She gasped, the sound barely heard over the rain as she took a step back—hiding behind the side of the building next to her own as another man made an appearance.

“Deliver on time. Otherwise—.”

That’s as much as she had made out over the rain—watching as the attacker retreated from the alleyway and leaving the man on his hands and knees. The man hissed out of frustration and pain—punching the wet pavement beneath him with a sickening crack.

She could see the blood from where she stood.

Taking a step out from behind the wall, she moved towards the man.

“Are you okay?”

The man’s eyes met hers and for a moment, time simply stopped. His lip was busted, streaks of red flowing from his swollen nose and down his chin. His sharp eyes held a venom she knew wasn't necessarily directed at her.

She asked him again, and the man just laughed?

He stood from the ground, a groan leaving him. He ran a bare forearm over his nose and mouth, spreading the crimson.

There was a look of amusement on his face despite the injuries.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he says, a thick Australian accent flowing from his lips.

Y/n shakes her head, “Would you believe me if I said it’s not the first time I’ve seen something like this?”

He looked at her perplexed and huffed another laugh.

“I should go,” he starts before moving to walk towards a bike at the other end of the alley that was laying sideways.

“Not like that, you aren’t.”

He had turned to her, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Sorry?”

Y/n motioned to the motorcycle, “The rain is getting heavier. Not to mention you got rocked hard. Your left eye is already starting to swell.

He glared at that, but before he could say anything, she was doing something insane.

Something Minho would certainly kill her for.

“My place is right here. At least get cleaned up and wait out the rain before attempting to drive with that eye.”

She didn’t say anything more as she turned to unlock her door. She pushed it open, casting a glance back at the man to see if he was following. He was hesitant, but followed slowly behind her.

The two of them climbed the steps in silence.

“You can use the bathroom. I’ll grab something from Minho’s—.”

“Grab what from my—HEY,” Minho yelped, causing the stranger to flinch.

Her roommate eyes the man dripping wet behind her.

“Jeez Y/n. What did he do to you?”

She rolled her eyes, motioning the stranger into the warmth of their apartment.

“Wait—don’t I know you?”

The stranger seemed to tense next to her at this.

“I don’t believe so.”

“No, I definitely know you,” Minho hums, his eyes roaming over the stranger.

“Min stop interrogating,” Y/n scolds as she kicks off her shoes, motioning for the stranger to do the same.

“Grab him some clothes please. I’m going to show him to the bathroom.”

Minho grumbles but doesn’t fight back, his eyes going to the stranger once more before disappearing down the hall.

“I’m sorry about him. You aren’t the first person he believes that he knows ,” she smiles at him.

He seems to relax at that.

“I didn’t get your name,” she mentions as she leads him towards the bathroom.

“It’s Chan.”

She turns to him, a soft smile on her face as she holds out her hand, “Y/n.”

He takes her hand, his grip firm against hers. She ignored the way her hand fit perfectly in his before pulling away.

She showed him where the towels were, taking the change of clothes from her roommate as he passed before shooing him back into the living room before he could ask any questions.

“Yell if you need anything,” she offered a kind smile before shutting the door.

“You can’t just bring in strays Y/n,” Minho sighs, a troubled look on his face.

“What was I supposed to do? Leave him bleeding and wet on the street? Have him ride his bike in the rain?”

Minho’s brow furrowed, “Uh yeah? That’s exactly what you should have done. You don’t know who this man is.”

Y/n sighed as she washed her hands before moving to prepare dinner.

“I didn’t leave you on the street did I?”

“That’s different,” Minho pouts.

“Look,” she sighs as she turns towards him, “I overheard something about a delivery. I figured since you’ve been investigating the illegal activity at The Pit that he might be able to bring light to the case.”

Minho’s eyes widened, “That’s where I know him from! I’ve definitely seen him there before. I knew he looked familiar.”

Y/n moved to make a meal for both her and Chan, putting the broth into the pot before turning on the burner. The blue flames danced as the broth began to bubble.

“Did you get his name?”

Y/n hummed, hearing the sound of water still running down the hall.

“Chan.”

“Oh my gosh,” Minho jumped up from the couch, making his way to the kitchen.

“You’re joking right?”

Y/n shook her head, turning towards her shocked roommate.

“Y/n this is insane! He’s one of the—no, the best driver at The Pit. Do you know how dangerous it is having him in our apartment?”

If the scene from earlier in the alleyway was anything to go by, then she knew that it was highly likely that having him at their place was a recipe for disaster. But he may know something that will be useful for Minho’s investigation.

“I know I just overheard talk in the alleyway,” she whispered as the sound of the shower came to a stop.

“Something about a package being delivered.”

Minho sat back in his chair, hands running over his face.

“Y/n, you brought a runner into our home. You’ve officially lost it,” her friend huffs in disbelief.

“But that’s the thing Min,” she begins, taking the soup off of the stove to serve it into two bowls, “He got beat up. Which means he isn’t doing his job right. Something is up with him. Maybe it’s not only your breakthrough but a way for him to get out of whatever scheme he was roped into.”

Minho thought for a moment, but before he said anything—a freshly showered Chan rounded the corner.

He was drying the back of his long onyx hair with a towel—his eyes shifting between Y/n, Minho and then the soup.

She slides the bowl in his direction and motions for him to sit down. He mumbles a small ‘thanks’ before taking a seat at the bar across from her.

She eyed his bruises and cuts, a pain shooting through her just at the mere sight of them.

“Eat up and then I can tend to your wounds,” she motions towards the bowl.

Chan opens his mouth to protest but Minho stops him.

“Listen Chan,” he begins, “One thing we don’t do under this roof is argue with Y/n. The sooner you learn that the better your life will be.”

Y/n smiles at that.

“He’s right. Eat up.”

And Chan listens.

After the two of them eat, Minho retires to his room—mostly due to the glare Y/n keeps shooting in his direction.

Y/N retrieves the first aid kit. The two sit in silence as she bandages his hands. It’s when she’s applying ointment to his busted lip that she takes the time to observe him closely.

There’s a far away and troubled look in his eyes. He doesn’t look at her—avoiding her inquisitive gaze.

Her mouth moves before her mind can even think of the repercussions of her question.

“You don’t want to be in this do you,” she asks him.

Chan’s eyes don’t meet hers, “I don’t know what you mean.”

She lowers her hand slightly from applying the ointment.

“A package needing to be delivered? You getting beat up in the alleyway? You aren’t exactly being a very good runner are you? But it’s on purpose.”

Chan is silent for a moment and Y/n doesn’t pry further.

“It’s hard not to get wrapped up in it when you race.”

“I’m not saying it isn’t. Believe me,” she sighs as she screws the cap back on the ointment before wiping her hands.

“But would you want a way out?”

Chan’s eyes return to hers and for a moment there is hope but then it leaves as fast as it came.

“How?”

“Start by telling Minho everything you know.”

And that’s how it started. The information fell from Chan’s lips easily. Some people were busted and taken into custody with Minho’s tip.

The three of them worked in together to try and bring down the Drug Lord Chan had been working for.

And that’s how it started.

The ending you still couldn’t think about, but Chan was safe and that was all that mattered. But he wouldn’t be safe from her if he didn’t pick up the phone soon.

“Someone avoiding you?”

The newcomer startles her. She turns to find Jisung, a mutual friend of her and Chan. He’s got his laptop tucked under his left arm, a nearly finished iced coffee in the other.

“Yes actually,” she huffs, standing from the bench she has been occupying for the last thirty minutes.

“You haven’t seen Chan have you?”

Jisung’s eyes widen slightly as he nods, “About ten-ish minutes ago?”

Y/n, slings her bag over her shoulder as she stands.

“Did he say where he was headed?”

Jisung gestures over his shoulder, “To the studio. Said he needed to work on something.”

She nods, thanking him before taking off in that direction.

“Also call Minho, Han. I’m tired of hearing him whine because you won’t return his messages.”

Y/n caught a glimpse of Jisung’s smirk at that, “It’s fun to torment him.”

She couldn’t disagree with that.

note: sooo part one is actually getting split into three parts….(sorry hehe) but a little more back story this time! let me know what you think and reblog if you liked it please 🤍

taglist: @tirena1 @inaribu00 @abiaswreck @i-am-confused-about-life @karlee10261990 — let me know if you want to be added!

Y/n had been worried when he stormed out—apologetic on Minho’s behalf for being so blunt when questioning him.

She couldn’t help but to feel a familiar heaviness when he didn’t answer her.

It had taken a year after his accident to not be worried about where he was or having to worry if he was at The Pit or not.

The Pit was known to be a whirlwind of speed and crime. The cops knew this—but they also knew that those involved would rather die than to give up any information to the police. It wasn’t just racers involved but mostly those who had enough money to bet on the races.

Races would be an opportunity for scouting. Drug lords sending their minions out with a wad of cash to sway the winner into working for them. That’s how Y/n had met Chan, in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But he looked different than the others, he didn’t seem to enjoy it but rather it was a matter of circumstance.

The two of them met on a rainy evening in March.

It was dark and she had been out too long. The smell of the rain and the rubber of her tires mixed as she got out of the car. Y/n had parked a little farther that evening, all of the spots near her place had been occupied. She knew of an alleyway that would put her near her door and of the five years she lived there, she never had a problem with making it from her car to her door without any trouble.

However, that evening, over the patter of the rain, Y/n heard voices speaking. She had never been particularly good at Korean—even after living in the country for so long. She heard shouts, before a body was thrown to the ground in front of her.

She gasped, the sound barely heard over the rain as she took a step back—hiding behind the side of the building next to her own as another man made an appearance.

“Deliver on time. Otherwise—.”

That’s as much as she had made out over the rain—watching as the attacker retreated from the alleyway and leaving the man on his hands and knees. The man hissed out of frustration and pain—punching the wet pavement beneath him with a sickening crack.

She could see the blood from where she stood.

Taking a step out from behind the wall, she moved towards the man.

“Are you okay?”

The man’s eyes met hers and for a moment, time simply stopped. His lip was busted, streaks of red flowing from his swollen nose and down his chin. His sharp eyes held a venom she knew wasn't necessarily directed at her.

She asked him again, and the man just laughed?

He stood from the ground, a groan leaving him. He ran a bare forearm over his nose and mouth, spreading the crimson.

There was a look of amusement on his face despite the injuries.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he says, a thick Australian accent flowing from his lips.

Y/n shakes her head, “Would you believe me if I said it’s not the first time I’ve seen something like this?”

He looked at her perplexed and huffed another laugh.

“I should go,” he starts before moving to walk towards a bike at the other end of the alley that was laying sideways.

“Not like that, you aren’t.”

He had turned to her, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Sorry?”

Y/n motioned to the motorcycle, “The rain is getting heavier. Not to mention you got rocked hard. Your left eye is already starting to swell.

He glared at that, but before he could say anything, she was doing something insane.

Something Minho would certainly kill her for.

“My place is right here. At least get cleaned up and wait out the rain before attempting to drive with that eye.”

She didn’t say anything more as she turned to unlock her door. She pushed it open, casting a glance back at the man to see if he was following. He was hesitant, but followed slowly behind her.

The two of them climbed the steps in silence.

“You can use the bathroom. I’ll grab something from Minho’s—.”

“Grab what from my—HEY,” Minho yelped, causing the stranger to flinch.

Her roommate eyes the man dripping wet behind her.

“Jeez Y/n. What did he do to you?”

She rolled her eyes, motioning the stranger into the warmth of their apartment.

“Wait—don’t I know you?”

The stranger seemed to tense next to her at this.

“I don’t believe so.”

“No, I definitely know you,” Minho hums, his eyes roaming over the stranger.

“Min stop interrogating,” Y/n scolds as she kicks off her shoes, motioning for the stranger to do the same.

“Grab him some clothes please. I’m going to show him to the bathroom.”

Minho grumbles but doesn’t fight back, his eyes going to the stranger once more before disappearing down the hall.

“I’m sorry about him. You aren’t the first person he believes that he knows ,” she smiles at him.

He seems to relax at that.

“I didn’t get your name,” she mentions as she leads him towards the bathroom.

“It’s Chan.”

She turns to him, a soft smile on her face as she holds out her hand, “Y/n.”

He takes her hand, his grip firm against hers. She ignored the way her hand fit perfectly in his before pulling away.

She showed him where the towels were, taking the change of clothes from her roommate as he passed before shooing him back into the living room before he could ask any questions.

“Yell if you need anything,” she offered a kind smile before shutting the door.

“You can’t just bring in strays Y/n,” Minho sighs, a troubled look on his face.

“What was I supposed to do? Leave him bleeding and wet on the street? Have him ride his bike in the rain?”

Minho’s brow furrowed, “Uh yeah? That’s exactly what you should have done. You don’t know who this man is.”

Y/n sighed as she washed her hands before moving to prepare dinner.

“I didn’t leave you on the street did I?”

“That’s different,” Minho pouts.

“Look,” she sighs as she turns towards him, “I overheard something about a delivery. I figured since you’ve been investigating the illegal activity at The Pit that he might be able to bring light to the case.”

Minho’s eyes widened, “That’s where I know him from! I’ve definitely seen him there before. I knew he looked familiar.”

Y/n moved to make a meal for both her and Chan, putting the broth into the pot before turning on the burner. The blue flames danced as the broth began to bubble.

“Did you get his name?”

Y/n hummed, hearing the sound of water still running down the hall.

“Chan.”

“Oh my gosh,” Minho jumped up from the couch, making his way to the kitchen.

“You’re joking right?”

Y/n shook her head, turning towards her shocked roommate.

“Y/n this is insane! He’s one of the—no, the best driver at The Pit. Do you know how dangerous it is having him in our apartment?”

If the scene from earlier in the alleyway was anything to go by, then she knew that it was highly likely that having him at their place was a recipe for disaster. But he may know something that will be useful for Minho’s investigation.

“I know I just overheard talk in the alleyway,” she whispered as the sound of the shower came to a stop.

“Something about a package being delivered.”

Minho sat back in his chair, hands running over his face.

“Y/n, you brought a runner into our home. You’ve officially lost it,” her friend huffs in disbelief.

“But that’s the thing Min,” she begins, taking the soup off of the stove to serve it into two bowls, “He got beat up. Which means he isn’t doing his job right. Something is up with him. Maybe it’s not only your breakthrough but a way for him to get out of whatever scheme he was roped into.”

Minho thought for a moment, but before he said anything—a freshly showered Chan rounded the corner.

He was drying the back of his long onyx hair with a towel—his eyes shifting between Y/n, Minho and then the soup.

She slides the bowl in his direction and motions for him to sit down. He mumbles a small ‘thanks’ before taking a seat at the bar across from her.

She eyed his bruises and cuts, a pain shooting through her just at the mere sight of them.

“Eat up and then I can tend to your wounds,” she motions towards the bowl.

Chan opens his mouth to protest but Minho stops him.

“Listen Chan,” he begins, “One thing we don’t do under this roof is argue with Y/n. The sooner you learn that the better your life will be.”

Y/n smiles at that.

“He’s right. Eat up.”

And Chan listens.

After the two of them eat, Minho retires to his room—mostly due to the glare Y/n keeps shooting in his direction.

Y/N retrieves the first aid kit. The two sit in silence as she bandages his hands. It’s when she’s applying ointment to his busted lip that she takes the time to observe him closely.

There’s a far away and troubled look in his eyes. He doesn’t look at her—avoiding her inquisitive gaze.

Her mouth moves before her mind can even think of the repercussions of her question.

“You don’t want to be in this do you,” she asks him.

Chan’s eyes don’t meet hers, “I don’t know what you mean.”

She lowers her hand slightly from applying the ointment.

“A package needing to be delivered? You getting beat up in the alleyway? You aren’t exactly being a very good runner are you? But it’s on purpose.”

Chan is silent for a moment and Y/n doesn’t pry further.

“It’s hard not to get wrapped up in it when you race.”

“I’m not saying it isn’t. Believe me,” she sighs as she screws the cap back on the ointment before wiping her hands.

“But would you want a way out?”

Chan’s eyes return to hers and for a moment there is hope but then it leaves as fast as it came.

“How?”

“Start by telling Minho everything you know.”

And that’s how it started. The information fell from Chan’s lips easily. Some people were busted and taken into custody with Minho’s tip.

The three of them worked in together to try and bring down the Drug Lord Chan had been working for.

And that’s how it started.

The ending you still couldn’t think about, but Chan was safe and that was all that mattered. But he wouldn’t be safe from her if he didn’t pick up the phone soon.

“Someone avoiding you?”

The newcomer startles her. She turns to find Jisung, a mutual friend of her and Chan. He’s got his laptop tucked under his left arm, a nearly finished iced coffee in the other.

“Yes actually,” she huffs, standing from the bench she has been occupying for the last thirty minutes.

“You haven’t seen Chan have you?”

Jisung’s eyes widen slightly as he nods, “About ten-ish minutes ago?”

Y/n, slings her bag over her shoulder as she stands.

“Did he say where he was headed?”

Jisung gestures over his shoulder, “To the studio. Said he needed to work on something.”

She nods, thanking him before taking off in that direction.

“Also call Minho, Han. I’m tired of hearing him whine because you won’t return his messages.”

Y/n caught a glimpse of Jisung’s smirk at that, “It’s fun to torment him.”

She couldn’t disagree with that.

note: sooo part one is actually getting split into three parts….(sorry hehe) but a little more back story this time! let me know what you think and reblog if you liked it please 🤍

taglist: @tirena1 @inaribu00 @abiaswreck @i-am-confused-about-life @karlee10261990 — let me know if you want to be added!

He waits, because he was told to.

The chilled night air that sweeps through the room sends a shiver down his spine. His dark eyes turn from the dancing flames to the busted window. Bits of white travel through the air until they disappear.

Hyunjin was never one to mind the cold but for some reason the sight of the flakes made his heart feel heavy.

Another winter, come and gone, and he and Chan were right where they had been.

But it was freeing was it not?

The abandoned plant had been their sanctuary. They had been free—released from the confines of the facilities that held them captive for so long.

He should be grateful.

He was.

But something had been missing.

The rustle of a bag startled him from his thoughts, a low growl beginning to rumble in the back of his throat.

“It’s just me,” a soft voice called.

Hyunjin turned his attention to the voice, watching as the newcomer abandoned her shoes by the door.

He watched with sharp eyes as she slipped the fur Hyunjin had loaned her from around her shoulders—draping it over a metal chair nearby.

She approaches him, her eyes not casting him a glance as she moves to pull the contents from the bag onto the table.

“Aren't you cold,” she asks him, voice soft as she casts a glance at his upper body—only clad in a dark tank top.

He tilts his head. Not a no but definitely not a yes either.

She nods, moving to open one of the containers she bought. Hyunjin watches her work, holding back a growl when she applies the mystery substance to his lip.

She’s gentle, eyes wide and tentative as she focuses on tending to his wounds.

Hyunjin had not let anyone other than Chan this close to him in years. He was uncertain about her at first, more so than Chan was.

When she had found them, it had only been six months since they had escaped. She had wanted them to come with her but neither of them wanted to leave. They weren’t ready to be confined to another place—even if she was different than their captors. She understood, but always made sure to let them know that the offer was still open should they choose to move on from the remains of the old factory.

It didn’t stop her from visiting or from Chan growing attached to her.

Little by little, she had begun to worm her way into Hyunjin’s heart as well.

She still stopped by, still brought them food, still tended to wounds as she was with Hyunjin.

But something felt different between them.

Hyunjin felt sedated when she was near, like she was the gravity that kept him from floating from the ground. Her presence was soft and inviting.

It was stable.

Hyunjin didn’t have difficulty loving her. But saying it was entirely different.

Who would love someone like him? An experiment on the run; a man that was not quite human but not quite beast either.

He was pulled from his thoughts as she finished with a soft ‘done.’

She was quick to dispose of the bloodied cloth and the bandage wrappings that she had used on some of his other wounds.

Y/n returned to Hyunjin’s side, a pull of worry between her brows as she examined him.

“Talk to me Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin wished to hear his name fall from her lips forever.

But he doesn’t say anything, only reaches up to grab her waist.

He hears her inhale sharply at the action, but she relaxes into his hold.

The look on her face tells him everything he needs to know.

She’s content, safe and trusting with him.

Hyunjin doesn’t say anything as he guides her to sit across his legs.

Her arms rest around his neck as if this isn’t the first time the two of them had been this close.

She guides his head to her chest—hugging him. Hyunjin instantly relaxes in her hold. His arms are strong around her, holding her firmly but softly against him. Afraid that if he loosens his grip even a little that she will float away.

Her heartbeat steadies him and for a long moment he just listens.

He lets himself be comforted by her warmth. Her fingers gently brushing against the buzzed hair atop his head comfortingly.

Hyunjin basks in the peace he feels at that moment.

He pulls away slightly to look up at her. Her hand comes to rest on the side of his face—eyes memorizing his features down to the tiniest detail.

Hyunjin acts on impulse and yearning, tilting his head to barely brush his lips against hers—testing the waters between them. The ghost of her breath mingled with his has his fingers curling into the fabric of her sweater.

His nose brushes hers, eyes locked on her own—hooded with a deep yearning. Like it will kill him if he presses them to hers or if he doesn’t.

Either way, she would be the death of him.

A soft sound leaves him, something between a whine and a purr as he ghosts his lips across hers once more.

“It’ll reopen,” she whispers.

Hyunjin could care less about his busted lip.

A soft gasp leaves her as he holds her tighter against his chest.

“I don’t care.”

With those three, drawn out and breathless words, Hyunjin slots his lips against her own. His world bursts into color as he cups her cheek and deepens the kiss. He pauses for a moment, a noise leaving him when she chases after his lips. And then, Hyunjin lets himself be consumed by her—kissing her until neither of them can breathe. Until they are left with nothing but the taste of their love for one another on their tongues.

Hyunjin kisses her like a she’s his lifeline.

Because that’s exactly what she had become to him.

His world was turned upside down when she had stumbled upon them.

And now that he had her, he would never let her go.

note: this is kinda sucky but escape hyunjin has been on my mind recently~~ rip chan taking a well deserved sleep through all the kissing lol

taglist: @tirena1 @inaribu00 @abiaswreck @i-am-confused-about-life @karlee10261990 — let me know if you want to be added

He waits, because he was told to.

The chilled night air that sweeps through the room sends a shiver down his spine. His dark eyes turn from the dancing flames to the busted window. Bits of white travel through the air until they disappear.

Hyunjin was never one to mind the cold but for some reason the sight of the flakes made his heart feel heavy.

Another winter, come and gone, and he and Chan were right where they had been.

But it was freeing was it not?

The abandoned plant had been their sanctuary. They had been free—released from the confines of the facilities that held them captive for so long.

He should be grateful.

He was.

But something had been missing.

The rustle of a bag startled him from his thoughts, a low growl beginning to rumble in the back of his throat.

“It’s just me,” a soft voice called.

Hyunjin turned his attention to the voice, watching as the newcomer abandoned her shoes by the door.

He watched with sharp eyes as she slipped the fur Hyunjin had loaned her from around her shoulders—draping it over a metal chair nearby.

She approaches him, her eyes not casting him a glance as she moves to pull the contents from the bag onto the table.

“Aren't you cold,” she asks him, voice soft as she casts a glance at his upper body—only clad in a dark tank top.

He tilts his head. Not a no but definitely not a yes either.

She nods, moving to open one of the containers she bought. Hyunjin watches her work, holding back a growl when she applies the mystery substance to his lip.

She’s gentle, eyes wide and tentative as she focuses on tending to his wounds.

Hyunjin had not let anyone other than Chan this close to him in years. He was uncertain about her at first, more so than Chan was.

When she had found them, it had only been six months since they had escaped. She had wanted them to come with her but neither of them wanted to leave. They weren’t ready to be confined to another place—even if she was different than their captors. She understood, but always made sure to let them know that the offer was still open should they choose to move on from the remains of the old factory.

It didn’t stop her from visiting or from Chan growing attached to her.

Little by little, she had begun to worm her way into Hyunjin’s heart as well.

She still stopped by, still brought them food, still tended to wounds as she was with Hyunjin.

But something felt different between them.

Hyunjin felt sedated when she was near, like she was the gravity that kept him from floating from the ground. Her presence was soft and inviting.

It was stable.

Hyunjin didn’t have difficulty loving her. But saying it was entirely different.

Who would love someone like him? An experiment on the run; a man that was not quite human but not quite beast either.

He was pulled from his thoughts as she finished with a soft ‘done.’

She was quick to dispose of the bloodied cloth and the bandage wrappings that she had used on some of his other wounds.

Y/n returned to Hyunjin’s side, a pull of worry between her brows as she examined him.

“Talk to me Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin wished to hear his name fall from her lips forever.

But he doesn’t say anything, only reaches up to grab her waist.

He hears her inhale sharply at the action, but she relaxes into his hold.

The look on her face tells him everything he needs to know.

She’s content, safe and trusting with him.

Hyunjin doesn’t say anything as he guides her to sit across his legs.

Her arms rest around his neck as if this isn’t the first time the two of them had been this close.

She guides his head to her chest—hugging him. Hyunjin instantly relaxes in her hold. His arms are strong around her, holding her firmly but softly against him. Afraid that if he loosens his grip even a little that she will float away.

Her heartbeat steadies him and for a long moment he just listens.

He lets himself be comforted by her warmth. Her fingers gently brushing against the buzzed hair atop his head comfortingly.

Hyunjin basks in the peace he feels at that moment.

He pulls away slightly to look up at her. Her hand comes to rest on the side of his face—eyes memorizing his features down to the tiniest detail.

Hyunjin acts on impulse and yearning, tilting his head to barely brush his lips against hers—testing the waters between them. The ghost of her breath mingled with his has his fingers curling into the fabric of her sweater.

His nose brushes hers, eyes locked on her own—hooded with a deep yearning. Like it will kill him if he presses them to hers or if he doesn’t.

Either way, she would be the death of him.

A soft sound leaves him, something between a whine and a purr as he ghosts his lips across hers once more.

“It’ll reopen,” she whispers.

Hyunjin could care less about his busted lip.

A soft gasp leaves her as he holds her tighter against his chest.

“I don’t care.”

With those three, drawn out and breathless words, Hyunjin slots his lips against her own. His world bursts into color as he cups her cheek and deepens the kiss. He pauses for a moment, a noise leaving him when she chases after his lips. And then, Hyunjin lets himself be consumed by her—kissing her until neither of them can breathe. Until they are left with nothing but the taste of their love for one another on their tongues.

Hyunjin kisses her like a she’s his lifeline.

Because that’s exactly what she had become to him.

His world was turned upside down when she had stumbled upon them.

And now that he had her, he would never let her go.

note: this is kinda sucky but escape hyunjin has been on my mind recently~~ rip chan taking a well deserved sleep through all the kissing lol

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