✨Hyunslut✨

The next morning, you woke up exhausted after getting barely two hours of sleep. The anticipation was driving you insane, adrenaline coursing through your veins, making it very difficult to concentrate on the sound of rain playing from your phone.

Mumbling to yourself at the sound of your alarm, making a mental note that you really need to change it, you’re wondering if it’s actually urgent to get up this early. Glancing at the time, you decide another 15 minutes in bed are not that bad of an idea. Laying on your back, you let out a long sigh and close your eyes.

"How am I going to survive today...?"

The next thing you know, Lily opens the door to your room and yells, "What the fuck are you doing?!" You look at her, confused, and rub your eyes murmuring, "What happened?"

"What happened? What do you mean, what happened? We were supposed to be at the festival by now! Where the fuck is your phone? And why are you still staring at me like that? Get the fuck up and start getting ready!"

The realization hits you like a truck. You shot out of bed and run toward the bathroom, shouting over your shoulder for her to plug in your phone and get your outfit ready. Showering with the speed of light, you try to calm down your heartbeat and start planning the next moves.

After getting dressed, your friend helps dry your hair while you're doing your makeup with much more speed and force than necessary. "I can't believe you forgot to set an alarm." You struggle to hear her over the sound of the hair dryer and furrow your brows, looking at her in the mirror. "I told you, I didn't forget. I just thought I had more than enough time to be ready, so I closed my eyes for another 15 minutes!"

"15 minutes my ass. I called you at least 8 times only on the phone. I was hoping you'd left your laptop open or something, so I tried every social media account I know you have, thinking it will go through." she rolls her eyes as a soft smile forms on your lips. You silently thank the universe for having the idea to give her a spare key to your place.

When you stand up, you look at yourself in the mirror, and the satisfaction settles deep into you.

You've recreated one of his 'ate' outfits almost perfectly, the only missing pieces being the silver necklaces and rings. The vibrant red tank top complements your skin in a way that's impossible to ignore, visible beneath the burgundy sequinned overlay. Paired with black leather pants and matching armbands, you have a single word for it.

Dangerous.

Exactly what you were aiming for. Your hair frames your face beautifully, and your makeup is perfect for a summer festival, making your eyes stand out without effort. Still, there are a few finishing touches that you can’t leave behind.

You pick up the jiniret keyring from your shelf and hook it onto one of your belt loops. Lily hands you the black box, smiling from ear to ear, and helps fasten the choker around the base of your neck, making sure the 'H' rests perfectly in the center. You take the lock necklace out of its box and run your thumb across its surface before fastening it around your neck.

"Where did you put the banner?" she asks, glancing down at her phone to check the time for what feels like the 10th time in the past minutes.

"I didn't make one after all."

She looks up then, her eyebrows shooting up as a smirk you know all too well spreads across her face. "I knew you didn't actually have the guts to do it."

You meet her gaze through the mirror and roll your eyes. "I think I'm making myself pretty clear with all of this" you said, pointing at your outfit and accessories. "I don't need a piece of paper to prove it. If he sees me, he'll know."

"Are you sure he has a ‘possessive kink’ though?". You roll your eyes again, already opening your mouth to respond but she doesn't let you. "I know you don't like the idea, but maybe it's just f-"

"Lily, love, listen to me." You cut her off and turn around. "He collared his entire fandom, and he's the only one who has the key. He basically engraved his name on the back of our jeans. And to quote him, 'Stay, has to think of me. Before bed, you have to think of me. You have to like me. No matter what I do, you have to like it. Got it? If you see me on the street, just confess to me. If you see me on the street, go "Oh, it's Hyunjin. I love you". Please say it.'"

You barely pause to take a breath. "And don't even get me started on that live where someone said that other groups were trying to seduce stays, and he said 'I shouldn't settle. I will also continue to perform with the mindset of seducing stays. I really shouldn't let my guard down.’ And besides all of this, which are facts, you know all the theories, we already talked about them a lot.

"Okay, okay." She raises her hands in surrender. "Let's go before you remember something else and start spiraling."

Both of you leave your apartment laughing, making sure you're not forgetting anything. Hopping in the passenger seat, you connect your phone to the speaker system, clicking on the 'I cAn'T hEaR mY tHoUgHtS' playlist. Lily drives off from the parking lot, humming along the music and tapping her fingers on the steering wheel.

When you hear the intro for Heyday, a giggle automatically escapes your lips as your eyes are closing. You can't see it, but you feel her smirk. "Thinking about something?"

You sigh and slowly open your eyes. "You know, the usual.." She doesn't say anything else, allowing you to dream with your eyes open.

Your mind flies instantly at the live he did last week, how comfortable and cozy he was. His hair looked so soft, his voice so steady and peaceful... Well... until that happened. Almost moaning at the thought, you remember so vividly the 'demonstration' of the soundproofing of his studio.

Your body tenses up at the pictures forming in your head. How he could bend you over his desk, making you forget your name and scream in pleasure, testing the soundproofing. How he could force you to kneel for him and suck his life out of his soul. How he could pin and fuck you against every surface until you would remember only his cock and his name. How he could spread your legs open and eat you like it's the last meal of his life. How he could choke you and shove his ringed and long fingers into your mouth and in your pu-

"We're here, love. Let's go, maybe we can still manage to get barricade somehow"

Fucking hell, it's gonna be a long and wet day.

*

You don't understand how, but you two actually managed to be in the first half of the line. Your friend got the tickets months ago, something you still don't understand, either. The vibes are immaculate; you love talking to other stays about your shared and dearest passion, complimenting outfits and dissecting theories. While chatting with a girl who was in LA the other day when he was at the guess store, both of your phones got a notification at the same time. Your eyes meet instantly, having the same thought.

Lily is sitting on the grass, leaning against the fence and scrolling on threads. When she heard that you stopped talking so suddenly, looking up, her eyes were asking what happened.

"Y-you didn't get a notification?" You ask her, never taking your eyes off the girl already staring back at you. Hoping it was an email from the festival, one of the boys coming on fans, a post from the main skz account, an update from X, anything besides what you’re fearing the most.

"No, why?"

Fuck.

You pull your phone out of your back pocket and take a deep breath before the screen lights up. Your knees almost gave out and you feel a warmness spreading all around your body.

'hynjinnnn just shared a post'

A 15 photos carousel. "Jesus Christ… we're fucked." you mutter, more to yourself than to anyone else. ‘Dancing With Myself’ from Generation X and Billy Idol starts playing from your speaker, and you feel a shiver running down your spine. You take a deep breath, already questioning if your heart will make it through this or not.

First photo Your breath hitches. Sunglasses. Cap on. Probably mirror selfie. Lips. Oh god, the lips.

Second photo Hand. Ring. Mirror selfie. Sunglasses and cap still on. Lips again. Skin. Too much skin. Hand.

Third photo Blurry. Jeans. You exhale. That felt like a checkpoint.

Fourth photo Your breath hitches again. Street. Mirror selfie. Arms. Hands. Legs. Almost useless belt. You zoom on his hands. Fuck. The necklace. Fuck.

Fifth photo Back. Hair. Hand. Waist. Legs. You zoom again on his hand. Fuck. You see him in the reflection. The placement of the other hand. Your eyes rolled back and you almost moan. Fuck.

Sixth photo Checkpoint. Exhale. At least it's a outfit you already knew. Shoulders. Hair. Back. The wall with messages from stay. You imagine the smile on his face while reading them.

Seventh photo No breathing again. Double kill. The background. Hair. Hands. Posture. You zoom. At this point, you love the pain. The gaze. Lips

Eighth photo Blue light. Arms. Hair. Soft smirk. You zoom. Eyes. Neck.

Ninth photo Stairs. Hair. Checkpoint. Never mind. Hand. Rings. Zoom in. Fuck.

Tenth photo Fuck. Hands. Veins. Arms. Hair. Expression. Chest. Veins.

Eleventh photo Exhale. His point of view of the photo that sent the fandom into spirals. Your heart flutters.

Twelfth photo You manage to breathe normal. Co-founder of Guess, Paul Marciano. Hands. Rings. Expression.

Thirteenth photo Dog. Zoom. Smile. God, his smile.

Fourteenth photo Dogs. Hair. Happiness.

Fifteenth photo Squirrel? Squirrel.

For the last shred of sanity you have left, you close the app, denying the urge to look at them again, shove your phone back and bury your face in your sweaty hands.

"You okay, love?" Feeling Lily's hand on your shoulder, you nod.

"Give me 5 minutes. It's manageable. I've seen worst."

*

After the few hours spent in the line, the realization settles in. You are going to see them. You are going to see him. With your own eyes. They are gonna sing, dance and probably flirt with all of you in less than an hour. The schedule changed suddenly because of the storm that's coming, but at this point, you couldn't care less.

Unfortunately, you're not in the first row, though; a few girls are in front of you two, but the view is amazing. You can see the screens perfectly and all the corners of the stage, there's nothing obstructing your vision. While scrolling on your phone, you hear some voices a few rows behind.

"What song are you most excited for?" "From the ones that I'm pretty sure they're gonna play, probably God's Menu." "What do you mean by the ones you're sure? You didn't see the set list?" "No, I didn't. How do you even know that it's legit?" "Some stays filmed in the morning when they did the soundcheck. Do you want to hear it?" "Well, sure, why not."

Before you could say something, wanting to ask them to keep it low because you didn't want any spoilers right before the concert, you hear a collective scream-moan-whimper-gasp. One of them belonged to Lily.

Chan.

Actually, no. Fucking Christopher.

"Is he actually fucking insane?" Her eyes were wide open, mouth agape, eyebrows raised, completely in shock.

"What did he say?"

"I quote, ‘Warning. Ready to get wet?!’"

"Excuse me?"

"And now he's like 'I meant we're spraying water'. Fuck off Chris, I'm so tired of your teasing."

She replies with something shortly and shoves the phone back in her purse. You make a little fun of her for getting so worked up, hoping that she will calm down.

At first, it doesn't seem to work. Lily keeps her arms crossed, shoulders tense, staring somewhere into the distance while you bump your shoulder against hers.

Nothing.

You do it again. This time she glares at you and rolls her eyes.

Such a brat sometimes.

You start pointing out random things happening around you: the poor security guard trying to manage hundreds of people, the girl who had already cried three times before the concert had even started, the guy carrying enough merch to open his own stand, anything to distract her.

Slowly, the tension begins to leave her body, and when you see a soft smile showing up on her face, the notification from bubble echoes again.

"Oh, for fuck's sake Christopher!" she growls, pinching the bridge of her nose.

It didn't matter anymore what he sent, she was pissed at him. Again. You opened your mouth to say something, but one of the girls standing at the barricade looks at you and starts talking.

"First of all, I fucking love your outfit." You can literally see the appreciation in her eyes. And just like yourself, she had a Leebit hooked up at her waist. She adds, smirking, "It looks like you're owned entirely by him."

A smile instantly spreads across your face when you don't detect even the slightest hint of judgement in her voice. "Thank you so much, but look at you! Fucking amazing, bet he will love seeing Leebit hanging like that." You laugh, remembering how Minho kinda tortures his skzoo every chance he gets. Her eyes widened at your words. "He would be so proud.", you add and the two of you burst into laughing, while the other girl stood beside her looking angry.

"Can we focus?" she muttered, rolling her eyes.

The Leebit girl immediately straightened. "Right. Sorry." She started fidgeting with the plush hanging from her belt. "We actually wanted to ask for a favor."

You felt yourself tense slightly. Besides you, Lily immediately notices and starts rubbing a reassuring hand along your lower back.

Minho’s girl pointed to her friend. "My bestie here wants to get out of the crowd before the show starts."

She rolls her eyes and almost growls. "I need to get out." "Okay, she needs to get out." "There's a difference, you know?"

You exchanged a glance with Lily.

Interesting.

The Leebit girl continued. "She's terrified of getting sprayed with water."

"Terrified is a strong word." "You spent twenty minutes showing me videos." "Because everyone keeps calling it 'a little water' when it's basically a fucking flood. And besides that, who the fuck thinks that it’s not weird to want to be splashed by some random dudes?" Her eyes are rolling again, harder this time. "I just don't want to spend the entire concert soaked," she grumbles.

Well, at least you know you're gonna be drenched by the end of it, even if they don't spray water.

The Leebit girl sighed. "So I wanted to help her get out, but..." She glanced at the barricade and immediately looked heartbroken. "...I don't want to lose my spot."

Suddenly everything made sense. The fidgeting, the nervousness behind her voice and the heavy breathing. "I was wondering if maybe... you could save it for me? Just for a few minutes? I'll take her out and come straight back."

You actually stared at her for a second. This girl was willingly giving up the barricade. For her bitchy friend.

Temporarily, sure. But still.

Lily looked just as shocked. "Wait, seriously?" She nods and your friend raises an eyebrow, "You're trusting complete strangers with barricade?"

The girl laughed nervously. "You don't seem like the type to steal a spot. And-", before either of you could answer, her friend snorted. "You'd be surprised."

The atmosphere immediately shifts and you feel the anger flooding your body. The Leebit girl's smile disappears as she is massaging her temples. "Oh my fucking god, Jillian. Don’t fucking act like that."

"What? What do you mean?" She asks with voice raised, as her eyes are narrowed to slits, jaw clenched tight.

"Can you stop being a b-“ Her voice stutters. “So negative for, at least, five minutes?"

"I'm being realistic."

"No, you're being fucking rude."

The girl rolled her eyes so hard you were genuinely concerned for her eyesight. You decided to ignore that, not wanting a random bitch ruining your day, and turned back to the nicer one. "Honestly, I don't mind."

The relief on her face was immediate. "Really?"

"Of course."

"Thank you." Then she looked at Jillian. "See? That wasn't so hard."

Her friend scoffed. "Congratulations. You found two normal people in this crowd."

Your eyebrows shot up. What the fuck was her problem?

The girl caught your expression and immediately groaned. "Ignore her."

"I'm literally right here." "And you're embarrassing me." "I'm embarrassing you?" "Yes."

Jillian crossed her arms. "You're the one making deals with strangers because you're desperate to maybe touch some idol's hand."

Ouch.

The words hit harder than she probably intended, or at least, you hope she didn't actually mean to say that. The Leebit girl's face immediately fell. For the first time, she looked genuinely hurt. "I just wanted to see him up close."

"It's weird. And sad."

The silence that followed was brutal. Lily moved her weight from a foot to the other, visibly uncomfortable. The girl with the Leebit swallowed. "Then why did you come?"

Jillian opened her mouth. Closed it. Then looked away, rolling her eyes. The answer didn't come. A few seconds later, her friend took a slow breath and forced a smile. "Can we not do this right now?"

The other girl shrugged. "Whatever."

You felt bad for her. Really bad. Especially because she still turned to her friend and gently grabbed her wrist. "Let's get you out before it gets worse." Despite everything, she was still worried about her.

Before leaving, she looked back at you. "Thank you. Seriously."

"We'll keep your spot."

A genuine smile finally appeared on her face.

Then she disappeared into the crowd, dragging her grumpy friend behind her while you and Lily moved closer to the barricade to hold the space. Your friend watched them go, slowly shaking her head. "She deserves a better best friend."

"That's exactly what I was thinking." you snorted, gripping the metal bar.

In that exact moment, reality hits you like a train for the 5th time in only one night.

You’re at the fucking barricade.

Lily seems to feel the same thing as you as she stutters “Let’s..let’s try to not pass out before it even starts, okay?” She looks at you, breathing sharp and fast, concern all over her face. “Baby, you look pale.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, yes, you are.”

You sighed, frustrated. “I’m literally wearing foundation, chill, please.” 

Before she can argue back, a sudden wave of screams erupts from somewhere deeper in the crowd. The screen flickers a deep blue, and you hear the anthem begin.

Stray Kids.

The guitar starts playing, sending the vibrations straight to your soul.

Stray Kids. Stray Kids.

Your pulse spikes and a rush of heat floods your chest, your arms, your face. Some clips from Creed are playing on the screen, and the whispered voice raises goosebumps all over your skin.

Stray Kids. Stray Kids. Stray Kids.

Your heart is beating so hard you're suddenly aware of it in places you shouldn't be. Your throat. Your fingertips. Somewhere behind your ears. Between your tights. Everywhere. You are blinking fast at the snippets from Do it and the addition of voices.

Stray Kids. Stray Kids. Stray Kids. Stray kids.

Every emotion seems to hit at once. Excitement. Disbelief. Anticipation. Pure happiness. Too much happiness. Enough happiness to become panic. Your stomach flips and your chest feels too small. Your smile hurts, and you want to scream, but can’t. Instead, you stand completely frozen, staring at the screen, overwhelmed by all the things your body feels at once. Lily is in the same state as you, gripping the fence like it personally offended her. The next part of the anthem echoes in your mind.

Stray Kids everywhere all around the world.

And somehow, despite feeling seconds away from combusting, all you can think is:

You were sitting in the classroom before class, waiting for the teacher to arrive. The seat next to you was empty, and you didn't feel like talking with anyone today, so you placed your bag there and hoped that no one needed the seat.

Lost in your music and doodling in your notebook, your breath hitched at the feeling of a hand suddenly gripping your shoulder hard. You paused the music instantly and looked up to find him standing over you, visibly pissed.

“Why…why are you here?”

“Get out.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” He lowered himself, somehow caging you in the seat. “Get. Out. Before I decide to sit next to you through this class and tease the shit out of you.”

You were completely shocked, but quickly gathered your things and rushed after him outside the room. He started to walk down the hallway, dragging you by the wrist, without looking at you.

“Hyunjin what the fu-“

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“Just shut up.”

“Fuck off, you can’t show up here like that and drag me out of class without even explaining what is this about.”

He stopped walking and start analyzing the nearby doors. When his eyes settled on the bathroom, your knees nearly buckled. You didn’t get the chance to react or think about anything, as he shoved you inside, lock the door and pinned you against it.

“You wanna talk? Fine princess, talk then. Why did you post it?”

“What? Why did I post what exactly?”

“Don’t do that, or I’m fucking you right here until you actually don’t remember what I’m talking about.”

“I post a lot of things, baby, I actually don't know which one you are talking about.”

He narrowed his eyes at you with his mouth slightly open, tongue picking out from a corner.

“The story. Did you post it to tease me, hm? My pretty, little slut wanted my attention at 4 in the morning when I was sleeping?”

You gulped and tried to look away. He was too close to your face and if you starred in his eyes even one more second you would've started to moan. He grabbed your jaw and turned your head to face him again.

“Answer me.”

"No." Yes, yes you did.

"Lies."

“Why are you asking then? If you’re not gonna believe me?”

“I’m giving you the chance to admit it. Quit the attitude.”

“M-Maybe.”

“Yes or no. You know I don’t like that.”

"Fine."

“Fine what?”

“I posted it to tease you.”

“And you remember what happens when you tease me like that?”

You gulped again but replied firmly, “Not really.”

“Mhm, is that so? Then let me refresh your memory.”

Only then did he release your face from between his fingers and begin unbuckling his belt.

“On your knees. Now. I am going to fuck your throat until if you even think about talking back to me again, your words will remain stuck there.”

You were completely soaked at that point and for 2 or 3 seconds you just stared at him, stunned. Shoving his pants and underwear down, his cock sprang free, already hard. His tip was red and angry, leaking precum, making your mouth water and forgetting about the order he gave you.

“Fine, if you want to be a brat, I’ll do it myself.” He placed a hand on top of your head and started pushing you down. Bringing the other hand to his cook, he stroked himself a few times and moved it toward your mouth.

“Open up that filthy mouth of yours for me, baby.”

You followed immediately and stuck your tongue out, looking up at him between your lashes. A smirk spread across his face, slow and deliberate, as his gaze lingered on the sight before him, taking in every detail.

“God, you’re such a whore for me… I fucking love it.”

He dragged his length across your tongue slowly and slapped it a few times before shoving it brutally inside, making you gag around him. He chuckled, grabbing your hair in his fist as a moan escaped your lips.

“Hands behind your back. If you try to touch me… or worse, touch yourself, you don’t get to cum for a week.”

You moaned louder around him and obeyed his command without a single thought. He started to fuck your face hard, throbbing when you looked for a few seconds at him, making your eyes roll back.

“Fuck, look at me again. Yeah, just like that. Mhm, such a good girl…fuck, princess, you’re taking me so well…”

You clenched around nothing, frustrated, and started to shift slightly. Feeling your heel against your core, you gasp, closing your eyes, only to open them again a moment later, slowly shifting in place, hoping he won't notice.

He was becoming more and more erratic with every second, biting his lip and throwing his head back in pure pleasure, so you start to whine more intensely around him, knowing it drives him insane.

“Jesus, fuck.. You-…you sound so pretty around my cock…oh god." He pushes your head harder, forcing you to take all of him, bruising the back of your throat. "Taking it all so well… Like you were, fuck… like you were made for it.”

He pressed his thumb on your lower lip, moaning at the tears forming in your eyes. He admired the spit combined with his precum sliding down on his finger, smearing it across your face. You pressed harder and grind faster on your heel, moaning desperately, feeling the orgasm starting to build.

“You look so, so beautiful down there, love… mhm, fuck I’m soo c-close…” His grip on your hair tightened. You flatten your tongue on the underside of his cock, feeling every vein pulsing, a single tear slipping down your cheek from how good his cock feels in your mouth. And before you realize, the coil snaps, your vision goes white, a sharp ringing filling your ears. You cum basically untouched, only from sucking him off.

His jaw drops, the tension in his expression finally breaking. You feel his seed coating your throat, closing your eyes and sealing your lips around him, you almost scream from the overwhelming pleasure, trying to swallow everything that he gives you.

After your heartbeats regulate and air finally enters your lungs again, he looks at you, caresses your hair and says:

“Hope you enjoyed your orgasm. I wasn’t joking, princess.”

Your mind goes blank. Fuck.

He kisses your forehead, grabs your chin, and forces your mouth open. Your tongue peeks out instinctively, and he murmurs against your lips.

"You'll get your punishment for disobeying me. And you will fucking thank me for it, understood?"

All you can do is nod.

"Good girl."

He runs his tongue across yours before stepping away and leaving the bathroom.

And you?

“I really think you should touch some grass. It’s only going to be fan service, if, not when, if he sees it.”, your best friend said, stirring the coffee in front of her slowly, smiling at you, chin on her hand.

“Yeah, sure. Need me to remind you how you almost crawled the walls when Christopher asked for phone numbers on bubble?”. You laugh while she rolls her eyes and tells you to not bring Chan into this conversation. You loved this, the bickering between the two of you about whose bias is more of a menace. It started when you noticed that after every time Hyunjin has a campaign or a photo shoot, or he just flirts with stays in any way, Chan sends a gym video or a photo that always ends up in a tik tok edit.

“Girl, you know I love and support you with all my heart, but do you understand that if you actually go on with this and he sees it, you are going to lose your fucking mind?”, she looks at you with her eyebrows raised, not believing that you have the guts to do it.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes, telling her she’s just being dramatic and that you’ll manage. But the truth is you don’t think he’ll see your banner, even if you are going to be in one of the front rows.

“Am I, though? What reaction do you think you’ll get out of him?” she asks nonchalantly.

“I haven’t thought about that. What’s your point anyway? Should I change the text or give up the only shot I have for him to notice me? ”. You genuinely don’t think your message is that crazy anyway.

Right?

“Baby, I told you, I support you, but besides a smirk or a wink, which, by the way, I don’t think you could handle, 'You should take me out before owning me’ is a really bold declaration.”, she says, bringing the mug close to her lips.

"Well... it’s the truth. He sits in my mind constantly, and I don’t think he plans to leave soon. And besides that, maybe if I have the most violent crash-out I could ever have if we make eye contact, the next ones will be manageable.”, you don’t feel ashamed at all about that, but suddenly the floor is much more interesting than anything else in the coffee shop.

“Bullshit. Every time you have one, you say it’s the worst one so far. I remember very vividly the last time I was with you when he sent that photo of his back from Iceland.”

Fuck.

You close your eyes and visualize the photo even if you know it’s a bad decision. You clench so hard remembering how the stay necklace stood between his shoulder blades and how his muscles were looking slightly tense. Something primal flickers through you, imagining how you could run your nails down on his back, leaving red marks on his honey skin, while he sinks himself in you deep and slow, whispering praises in your ear.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Well, can you blame me? Want me to pull up the last onlychan video so we’re in the same boat?”, you said as you tried to reach for your phone, but your friend is faster than you.

“Don’t you dare. I didn’t even show you the photo; I only mentioned it. Not my fault you’re having half of your gallery tattooed on your eyelids.” she said, starting to gather her things. “Text me when you get home; I need to go and decide what outfit I’ll wear. Love you, bye." she kisses your head and leaves.

She might not believe you, but it’s not like you chose to have ‘half of your gallery tattooed on your eyelids'; it just… happened. One day you were browsing through some youtube videos, when a live from dispatch popped up, saying that he’s leaving Seoul for a Versace event. And well, after that, you started unconsciously to remember all of his appearances, even if it was a small thing, like the skzoo pop-up from Seoul when his belt was useless and you wished to never see him wear one after that.

Fuck, not again.

*

As you walk into your apartment, you wonder what the setlist for tomorrow is going to be like. The possibility of hearing some specific songs, and especially seeing the choreography for them, is making you shiver.

Bounce back, the body rolls and the way he smirks after doing them.

Venom, how good his hands would look on your hair while he is pushing into you from behind.

God’s menu and District 9, the growls that you wished to hear from between your thighs.

Hall of Fame.

Charmer.

Do it.

You know for sure if you’re going to hear only the intro for Taste, Red Lights, Escape or Mic&Brush, you’ll achieve the performance to come untouched in a crowd of 50k people.

And all because of a single person.

Him.

You text your friend, letting her know that you arrived, and tell her to send a picture of her outfit so maybe you two could match and go to your bedroom. Looking through the outfits that you bought only for this concert, thinking it's better to have more options than panicking if something looks weird or too much, you hear your phone buzz.

You don’t pay attention to it in the first place, thinking it’s your friend. Even after 5 vibrations you don’t pick it up, she probably sent the outfit from more angles. After one minute your phone is still begging for attention, and you stop, starstruck, realizing.

They’re in the same time zone as you.

You knew it before you picked it up from your nightstand. One of them is on the fans app. Your breath hitches and the grip on your phone tightens.

‘10+ notifications FANS’

‘햔진 left a comment: 😜’

“Fucking menace”, you mumble to yourself, and with a speed you didn’t know you possessed, you made a post, as every time, knowing he won't reply, but hoping he will at least see it and bring a smile to his perfect plump lips.

“Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, jagiya💋”

You close the app and throw the phone back on the bed, going back to your outfits. That’s how you always do it: you wait for them to finish spamming, and only after you’re sure they've stopped, you read the comments. You don’t know exactly why, but this is the only way that is not driving you insane.

After 5 minutes, the phone is still buzzing, which is weird, especially for him. You thought that maybe another one of them had come too, and you check to see which one.

Your heart stops.

You see only random names that liked your posts, which can mean a single thing.

He replied.

You’re calling your best friend instantly, incapable of checking yourself or crashing out alone, if he indeed replied. It didn’t happen before, well, at least, not for you, and you don’t know what to do with yourself now. She picks it up after 3 missed calls.

"Sorry, darling, I was in the shower, and after the second call I hurried as fast as I could. What happ-“

“I think he replied."

“What?”

“I- I think he replied to my message."

“Who? Did you text your ex? Bitch, I’m gonna bea-“

“Hyunjin.”

Silence.

“Bubble or fans?”

“Fans.”

“Fuck, ok. Breathe.”

“I’m not fully spiraling yet. I’m not sure if he actually replied.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I made a post and left my phone on the bed after; you know I always wait until-“

“Yeah, I know. Get to the point.”

“When I checked my phone again, I only saw random stays that liked my post.”

“How many?”

“I don’t know. At least 4 minutes of constant vibrations.”

“Jesus Christ, fuck. He definitely replied. You want to check or let me check it for you?”

“Please.”

Your heart begins to beat faster, and your throat is feeling tighter with every second. Your hands are shaking, and luckily enough, you’re already sitting down, otherwise you would be melting on the floor.

“Oh god. Listen to me, I need you to sit down and breathe.”

“I’m sitting. Tell me what he said, or I’m going to have a heart attack caused by anticipation.”

“He said..jesus fucking christ, he is a menace.'"

“I’m going to jump through your screen if you don’t spit it out right now."

She clears her throat and says in the most calm way “‘Careful, princess, I might not let you go when I see you.’with a winky face.”

What. the. fuck.

You know he didn’t actually notice you, only your comment, and it’s basically just fan service, but you can’t control the frantic breath, the palpitations, or the way you feel your heartbeat in your core.

"Hey, are you still with me, or did you ascend to heaven already?”

“Heaven? I think I’m free falling in hell with all the thoughts I’m having right now.”

You hear your friend’s laugh at the same time with three consecutive vibrations, and mindlessly you look at your screen.

JYP bubble

‘You have 3 new messages from [ 현진이🫶]’

“Why did your breath hitch like that?”

“He sent 3 messages on bubble..”, you said letting the air leave your lungs, closing your eyes and rubbing your temples.

“Oh, he really wants all of you dead before the concert. Wait, I think someone’s texting me.”

You wait for the line to go silent, but instead you hear a moan followed by a whispered ‘fuck’, and you know. It’s the same reaction every time.

“Gym video?”

“No…Mirror selfie in a black tank top. I need to take a cold shower, again.”

“Well, it looks like they want the full fandom dead.”

Stopping a chuckle from coming out and ending the phone call, you open bubble, a little scared, because it’s never a good sign when these two send messages in such a short span of time. The home screen app welcomes you with a preview as always, but seeing the word ‘photo’ makes your body tense up immediately. You’ll definitely need a cold shower too. You click on the chat and everything around you stops. You don’t know what the messages are about yet, but the pic in front of you is burning your eyes.

It’s a mirror selfie, but not a usual one. His hair is slightly disheveled, soft strands falling wherever they please, and his eyes are only half open, like he just woke up moments ago. He’s wearing grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, and with his free hand, he lifts the hem of the shirt almost to his ribs, exposing his waist.

Fuck.

You take a moment to admire his hands, large and strong, yet somehow elegant. Your eyes remain stuck on the rings resting perfectly around his long fingers and how his veins are slightly showing, just visible enough to draw your attention.

You want to feel his hands all over you, especially on your throat and inside you.

You zoom on his waist and gulp when you notice the beginning of his v-line, a detail that feels both intentional and natural at once. The air feels heavier and tighter; your body reacts before your mind can catch up. Your mouth subtly begins to water at the thought of tracing every vein and curve with your tongue, biting from place to place, making him lose control and grab your hair to guide you where he wants you the most. A moan slips away as you think about his length between your lips, how you could feel every twitch when he touches the back of your throat as he tells you how well you take him, like you were made just for sucking his cock.

You almost surrender to the impure thoughts, sliding your hand from the phone to the waistband of your pants, when you notice the red marks on his waist. “What the fuck is that?” Squinting your eyes and zooming at maximum capacity, your hand flies over your mouth instantly, holding back a laugh when you realize the source of them.

‘I wore my pants down so many times that I got mosquito bites on my waist.’

‘It’s itchy.’

You type your answer like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

‘Let me kiss them better for you, yeobo💋’

A smirk forms on your lips as you lower your phone, thinking that you should really decide on your outfit for tomorrow and start writing that banner. You almost stand up when the sound of bubble notification startles you.

‘That nickname is doing a lot more to me than it should…’

‘Am I supposed to be worried or intrigued?’

You’ve read it at least 10 times, and you still don’t understand what’s happening. Did he just reply to you again? Or does he just expose stays for the variation of nicknames he sees every day? Before you start spiraling again, you decide it’s better for the last shred of sanity you have left to believe the latter one. You send a screenshot to your bestie with a short text saying ‘sedate me, he’s feeding my delulu too much today’ and go back to your preparation for tomorrow.

At the same time, in a hotel room, Hyunjin is smirking at his phone, bottom lip between his teeth, slowly stroking himself, knowing his princesses are crashing out. His eyes are rolling to the back of his head, moaning at the thought of the one who called him yeobo.

You’ve been pacing through your apartment all day, going from one room to another and doing random things just to pass the time faster. The anticipation of not knowing when he’s gonna show up is killing you slowly, and you can’t just sit all day refreshing social media from 5 to 5 minutes hoping that if you’ll see exactly the moment when he steps out of the car, the crash out will be less agonizing.

You said that every time there’s an event or something announced beforehand, and every fucking time it feels like it’s worse. Every time you see him waving at stays and making hearts for them, sending them air kisses and biting his lips, you wonder how you’re going to survive when you see him in real life, performing.

Which will be in exactly 2 days.

The thought of not knowing who this man was a year ago comes to your head every few days, and you feel the goosebumps forming on your skin. It consumes you in such a devastating and beautiful way to the point that you can hear his voice in your head, feel how his hand would squeeze your throat, how he could grab your waist and pull your flush against him, making your breath hitch and your sanity fly through the window.

Who needs sanity anyway?

You were just finishing a long and comforting shower when the phone started to buzz with a different sound instead of your usual notification. A sound that you specifically picked to stand out, so you could abandon anything and everything, knowing it’s him.

Bubble.

The air leaves your lungs instantly. There hasn’t been a single fucking time when you heard that sound and your mind didn’t go blank. After a few seconds, another ding, and another one. You almost fall on your bathroom, grabbing a towel and wrapping yourself in it while sprinting to your phone to see what he sent.

‘A thought that suddenly crossed my mind.

I miss you.’

A selfie. He’s wearing a white t-shirt with cursive ‘Guess Jeans’ in the middle of his chest and a long-sleeve denim shirt. His bottom lip is held between his teeth and he is doing the gaze.

Your knees almost gave out and the temperature in the room starts getting higher and higher. You try to breathe normally, but you genuinely can’t. Staring at the photo doesn’t help at all, but how could you not?

And then, it hits you.

He’s in a car.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”, you murmured to yourself, lowering on the floor and leaning against the wall, not giving a single fuck about the fact that you’re still wrapped only in a towel. Drops of already cold water start to fall slowly on your hot skin, making you shiver.

Why even bother to dry yourself when you’ll get soaked in a matter of minutes anyway?

You close your eyes and wait. Maybe you’re wrong. Maybe he’s not going to the guess store right now. Maybe you have some more time to prep-

*ding*

‘Hyunjin 현 진 Central @HHJCentral 1m ago

HYUNJIN AT GUESS JEANS LA

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You never clicked on something so fast in your entire life. He’s getting out of the car, waving at everyone who’s already shouting.

“Oh my fucking god.” Your core clenches automatically, like it has a mind on its own. You play the video again and again, observing every detail about him. The way he looks at every group of stays with pure love and gratitude, how he carries himself to enter the store and how he grips the handle of the door.

His hands.

You’re not surprised by your moan. His hands always have an effect on you that you don’t even try to understand, just accept. You’re a fucking slut for this man, and especially for his hands.

The next 2 hours are a blur, as every time, saving photos and refreshing apps, moaning and clenching, biting your lips until tears are forming in your eyes and asking yourself how a person can be this hot and cute at the same time.

After the wave calms down, and photos or videos are not popping up with every refresh, you get up from the floor, feeling a little numb, and go to your bedroom to try to get some sleep.

You already know you won't be sleeping for the next 2 or 3 hours, but at least you could crash out in bed, instead of on the floor of your hallway. You grab some comfortable clothes, toss the towel somewhere on the floor and try to calm yourself down.

“I’m definitely not surviving the concert…” you mumble as you dress up and sink into bed. You grab your phone and open threads to see the povs from all the beautiful stays that managed to survive this beautiful attack from him.

And then it hits you. Again.

He’s leaning on the window, one hand above his head, the other one almost touching himself and he looks down. Biting his lip. Hard.

You stare at the photo for far too long, without even breathing or blinking. Your hand drifts in your pants without even noticing and, of course, you’re soaked. As you start touching yourself, shyly and slowly, you refresh the page.

And it hits you again, harder.

It’s the same position, but he’s not looking down anymore. He’s doing the gaze, again, deadlier than the photo he sent on bubble. His veins are so prominent even from across the street, and you can’t stop but wonder what the veins on his cock look like.

You drop your phone somewhere near you, the photo still on the screen, and start teasing yourself about how you think he’ll tease you. Slipping his fingers through your folds, gathering all that wetness that it’s because of and only for him, circling your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, sliding two of his long and beautiful fingers on you, making you arch your back, wanting more.

Without thinking about it, you open your eyes and look at the phone. The picture is still there, and that does it.

You cum.

Hard.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you see white. A moan of his name escapes your lips, and you try to regulate your breathing.

What you didn’t know, somewhere not very far from you, Hyunjin is doing the same thing, thinking about all the beautiful women who were screaming his name today..