🌸Rain🌸

You stretch, groaning slightly, a dull ache radiating in your lower back. Slowly, you open your eyes, wishing the pounding headache between your ears would go away. You take a quick scan of your environment, letting out a sigh of relief when you realize you’re sprawled out on your friend’s couch.

You slowly stand, letting the blanket fall away from you. A moment of confusion hits, these aren’t the clothes you wore to the party last night. Instead of your short black maxi dress, you’re wearing a black hoodie with a logo for some foreign band on the front and a pair of plaid pajama pants. Your heart drops to your stomach as a memory runs through your mind.

You’re hanging over a shoulder before being gently pushed into the passenger seat of a familary truck.

“Thank you, Inniiiieee,” the words spill from your mouth with a small giggle, your face bright red from the alcohol coursing through your veins.

Jeongin turns to look at you, shaking his head, a small smirk forming on his lips as he buckles you in. The moment you feel the younger boy’s body near yours, you clumsily pull his mouth to yours. Instead of kissing you back, he pulls away, disappointment written across his face.

“You’re drunk, Y/N. Let’s get you home. I’m sorry my sister flaked on you again.”

You watch as he slides into the driver’s seat, tears welling in your eyes, the sting of rejection sharp. Just as you’re about to say something, your stomach turns sour, saliva filling your mouth. You reach for your purse, but you’re too late, the contents of your stomach cover your dress. Tears stream down your face as apologies spill from your lips, over and over, for vomiting on his truck, for asking him to come get you, for kissing him. You keep apologizing.

“Hey, it’s okay. Let’s just, get you cleaned up ok?” He unbuckles you before pulling you out of the car and carrying you to the bathroom.

He turns the water on, leaves, and returns with his clothes. “Don’t make this weird, Y/N. Please.”

He fixes his gaze on a point on the ceiling as he helps you out of your dress and into the shower, guiding you carefully over the slippery tile and into the warm water. Your eyes can’t help but take him in, you’ve never noticed how good he looks like this. His black T-shirt clings to his body, making his muscles look bigger, his grey sweatpants fitting him perfectly.

“When did you get hot?” You hiccup, the alcohol stripping away your inner filter.

You watch as his face turns even redder. He shuts his eyes for a brief second, opening his mouth to speak, his voice strained. “Y/N, please… we can talk about this in the morning.”

You relax into his hands as his long fingers massage your scalp, washing out the last of the vomit. As soon as the soap is rinsed away, he turns off the shower and leaves the bathroom, leaving you standing there completely naked and alone.

You throw on his sweatshirt and pants, breathing in the scent of his detergent and cologne. The smell relaxes you.

You shutter at the memory as it hits you a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over you. Quickly you grab your phone, it’s 6 a.m. Jeongin should still be asleep. You could sneak out and avoid the embarrassment from last night.

You grab your things and head for the kitchen, but as soon as you open the door, your blood runs cold. Your stomach turns sour, and your hand instinctively reaches for your bag. Jeongin sits at the table, Chan, your ex, across from him. Jeongin takes a thick brown paper bag from Chan and slides a wad of cash across the table. You take a step back, but your ex notices you standing there.

“Y/N? What the fuck are you doing here?” Chan asks, eyes narrowing. “Unless you want back in? I’ve got an extra eight ounces here you could sell. Make some cash, get started again?”

You open your mouth to respond, but Jeongin speaks first. “Man, you know she’s my sister’s lame-ass friend. She’s not cut out for this shit anymore. She’s a nobody now, don’t waste your time.”

The words hit you like a wall, tears burning your eyes, your face flushed with shame. You watch them finish up, Chan giving you one last look before turning to Jeongin.

“Bring her to the party tonight. I’ll make it worth your time,” Chan says with a cocky grin that makes your stomach turn.

As soon as he’s gone, Jeongin turns to you, his eyes a mix of anger and fear. “You need to go.”

You step back, shaking your head, questions racing through your mind. “What the fuck was that, Jeongin?” your voice trembles. “Why the fuck was Chan here?”

Before he can answer, you pull the paper bag from his hands. Inside is an assortment of weed, waxes, and carts. The realization hits you like a brick. You look back up at him, eyes wide, hands shaking with adrenaline.

“Jeongin, you have one chance to explain yourself before I call your sister and tell her exactly what you’re doing,” you say through gritted teeth, your fear masking as anger.

Jeongin takes a step back, hands slightly raised in defense. “I, I needed extra cash, and my sister still got her weed from Chan, so I asked him once. He fronted me a few ounces.”

You shake your head in disbelief. How could he do the one thing you fought tooth and nail to escape, the thing you swore never to let another person go through? Part of you wants to walk away, to cut him out like you did everyone else from that life. But another part of you knows that if you leave, it might not be long before he has blood on his hands and nightmares keeping him awake at night.

You cross the room, your expression serious.

“The party he mentioned,” you say, the words tasting like venom. “You’re not going alone. Not with him.”

Jeongin nods quickly, eyes wide. He’s never seen you like this, no one has. You keep that part of yourself buried deep, where she belongs. You watch as he takes a breath and a small step back. The energy from last night vanishes as he realizes the gravity of the situation. Before he can leave the room, you grab his arm, pulling him into a tight hug. Despite your gut warning you, you ignore it.

“I’m serious, Jeongin,” you say, pulling back to look into his eyes, hands on his shoulders. “Don’t go alone.”

When you both arrive at the party, you check your bag again — everything you need is inside. You feel sick at the sight of it, this piece of your past life creeping back in when you least expected it.

“Y/N, let’s just say hi to everyone, then go,” Jeongin mutters as he steps out of the van, putting out the blunt he was using to calm his nerves, the one you uncharacteristically turned down because you needed to stay sober tonight.

You nod and follow him into the small house. Inside, you spot an old friend and glance back at Jeongin, who’s talking with your ex. He’ll be fine if you step away for a moment. You push through the crowd, a smile forming as you meet your old friend, a girl you’ve never met hangs off him.

“Y/N? What are you doing here? Still lame as fuck?” Seungmin teases lightly.

You wrap your arms around him for a quick hug, ignoring the nasty looks from the girl beside him. “I see you’re still picking up random girls off the street, huh? You tell her about your issues?”

Her face falls as she glares between you two. “What the fuck is she talking about, baby?”

Seungmin just shrugs. “Probably STDs or something.”

You watch as she realizes what’s going on, she pushes Seungmin before storming off. The two of you burst into laughter.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he says between laughs. “She wouldn’t leave me alone. Just some random chick I met tonight. But seriously, why are you here?”

Your smile fades at his tone, and you lean in close. “My friend’s brother got mixed up with Chan. I’m not in the game anymore. Haven’t been in a while. Won’t be again.”

You turn to point toward Jeongin, but your heart drops, he’s gone. Your eyes scan the room. Seungmin straightens, the shift in your demeanor making his nerves spike.

“There’s a second floor,” he mutters. “He’s probably fine. Let’s check, then grab some drinks, yeah?”

He’s trying to calm you, though every cell in his body screams to leave. The party’s thinning out, and you hate how noticeable it is.

Your eyes darken as the two of you make your way upstairs, checking each room, catching glimpses of people mid‑hookup, until you’re about to give up. Seungmin calls you over to the last room, his face pale, his hand hovering over his hip. Your heart nearly stops when you recognize that look. Instantly, you reach into your purse, fingers wrapping around the cold metal inside. You hold your finger to your lips before slipping into the room, Seungmin close behind.

The scene before you breaks something inside of you. Jeongin’s backed against a wall, a gun pressed to his forehead. Chan stands across the room, hands up, shaking as he watches Junghoon yell at your younger friend. Before he notices you, you raise your Glock and press it against Junghoons temple. Seungmin follows your lead, his weapon aimed at the back of Junghoon’s head.

You glance at Jeongin, his eyes pleading, tears threatening to fall. His fists are clenched to hide the trembling, you can feel the fear radiating off him.

“Junghoon,” you say, your voice calm and even, discussing your fear as cockieness. “You really want to serve time over this dumbass? The way i see it, you’ve got two options, one, you blow out pretty boy’s brains, and we paint the walls with yours. Or two, you put the gun down and walk away. Head still intact.”

You press the gun harder into his temple to make your point. Your heart races as you watch him flip the safety back on. Slowly, he kneels, placing the gun on the floor. As soon as you hear the soft clink of metal, you kick it across the room. Chan surges forward, punching Junghoon in the jaw and knocking him out cold.

You flick your safety back on, grabbing Jeongin and pulling him out of the room, then out of the house entirely. You don’t stop shaking, even as you speed away, your hand never leaving his. Choked sobs escape his throat, the reality hitting him all at once. It’s his turn to apologize, over and over.

When you finally pull into your apartment, you text your friend, letting her know Jeongin’s staying with you for the night, making something up about him he showed up drunk thinking it was their house.

You help him inside, dead‑bolt the door, and turn to him.

“What the FUCK did I tell you, Jeongin? Did you think I was just talking out of my ass? You could’ve fucking died back there! Over what? Huh? Perks? Xanax? Fentanyl?”

Jeongin looks at you, broken. “Weed. It was over weed. That’s all I sell. I’m sorry, I didn’t think—”

You cut him off, tears burning your cheeks. “That’s the problem. You don’t think about anyone else. I love you, Jeongin. I’m in love with you.”

Suddenly, his lips were crashing into yours, your tears mixing with his, and you kissed him back with the same passion. His fingers digging into your hips as he pulls your body closser to his, your hands exploring his body as he pushes you into the wall, his leg lifting up so his thigh was pressed up against your heat, causing a gasp to escape your mouth givinging Jeongin the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, he let out a graon as you nip at its sudden intrusion. You feel his hands slide under your butt, his arms flexing as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, neither of you breaks the kiss as he carries you to your bedroom, a soft groan escapes your lips as you feel him growing under your hips.

He only pulls away from you to place you on your bed; your eyes take in the hungry expression as he stares you down like your prey, sending a shiver down your spine. You can't help but notice how his long fingers delicately trace up the side of your waist as he slowly removes your shirt. You go to help, but he just shakes his head.

“You saved me, let me take care of you, please.” Jeongin's voice comes out as a low whisper as he slides your shirt the rest of the way off.

He lets out a low groan as he looks you over. His fingers were trailing up and down your exposed skin, leaving goose bumps left behind from where his fingers once were. Carefully, he unhooks your bra and slowly pulls it away from your skin. Jeongin leans in again, lacing his fingers through your hair. He pulls your head back, exposing your neck further, giving him access to bite down on the sensitive spot where your jaw meets your neck, causing you to arch up into him, a whimper escaping your lips as he licks over the spot to soothe the angry red skin.

He continues down your body, nipping at your exposed skin where his teeth can sink into your legs, pressing together as you feel the heat grow and the wetness spread. His thumb slowly traces over one of your nipples as he takes the other in his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue, moaning into your skin like he was the one who had your soft lips trailing over his skin. You let out a soft gasp as he pulls away with a pop, only to repeat the same on the other nipple. By now, you couldn’t keep your hips still; your need had grown insatiable.

“Please, Jeongin, I need you. I need something, it hurts,” you whimper, meeting his eyes.

His lips for a twisted smile, his pupils blown, “relax, baby, we have all night.”

You shiver at the way the words roll off his tongue like a sickly sweet honey; they wedge themselves through your ears and send a jolt of lightning straight through your core. His entire demeanor from before melted away as he watched you squirm, the pure desperation in your eyes awakening something in him he had never felt before. All he knew was that you looked beautiful, so desperate for him. He relished in the fact that he was the only one making you feel like that, that only he had the thing to quench your thirst, to dull the hunger, to cure the ache that was growing between your soft thighs.

Jeongin moved his body down. You lift your hips to make it easier for him to remove your shorts, your underwear slowly peels away, and he licks his lips at the sight of how your slick darkened the pink to an almost reddish color. He slowly trailed kisses up your thigh. He used his arm to press your hips to the mattress so you couldn't move yourself closer to him. His eyes roll back as he inhales the scent of you carefully. He takes a slow lick from base to clit, groaning at how you taste on his tongue.

“You taste so sweet,” he mutters as he pinches your clit between his finger and thumb, his eyes drink in the way your back arches off the mattress at the sudden pressure, “Such a pretty pussy all this mess for me.”

Suddenly, his face is buried between your legs again, his lip wrapped around your pulsing clit he sucks it hard as he presses two fingers into you. You feel him smirk around you as your walls squeeze around his finger, hungrily pulling them in deeper. You let out aloud moan as his fingers reach the soft, gummy spot you have never been able to reach on your own.

“Oh My, Jeongin,” You gasp as you feel his tongue flick your clit at the same pace his fingers curl and pull inside of you.

Your juices running down his face as he slowly pulls you closer to where you want to go, you glance down to see his eyes watching you through a half-lidded expression, a fiery hunger behind them as he grinds himself into the mattress. Just as you are about to let go, he pulls away, leaving you aching and shivering at the sudden emptiness.

“Not yet,” He smirks, crawling back over you, his hand freeing himself from his pants.

His lips press back into yours, and you taste yourself on his tongue as he swallows your moans. He rolls his hips against yours, covering his pulsing cock in your juices before he presses the tip to your entrance. Jeongin breaks the kiss, meeting his eyes with yours as to ask for permission.

“Please, Jeongin, don't stop,” You whisper, grabbing his neck, pulling his lips back into yours.

He wastes no time pressing himself into you slowly at first, letting you adjust to his sheer size. You groan at how full you feel, at the way you can feel his tip brushing against your cervix. Slowly, he rolls his hips, groaning as he feels your walls flutter around him.

“You're so tight,” He whispers in your ear, voice strained, “You were made for me.”

He thrusts in hard at his last word, causing a stangled gasp to escape your lips. He wraps one of his hands around your neck, giving it a careful squeeze, biting his lip as he feels you squeeze around him as you welcome the sudden dominance from him. He doesn’t take his time; he pulls his hips back and sets a brutal pace, his other hand circling your clit, the feeling overwhelming you in the best ways possible. He whispers the nastiest things in your ear as his mane falls out of your mouth like a prayer. You feel the familiar feeling building back up faster and harder this time, but you can’t pull away from its sudden onset. You try to warn him, but a scream comes out before you have a chance. Your vision goes white as you come undone around his cock, a sudden gush of wetness comes out of you.

“Yes, soak me, y/n,” He growls in your ear as he keeps going. The stimulation was too much tears started spilling out of your eyes. He uses his tongue to lick them off your cheeks. “Come with me one more time.”

His thumb moves faster, words no longer able to escape your mouth, his thrusts get sloppy as he presses into you, and your walls tighten around him. You have never come twice before, not in the amount of time he was unraveling you. The feeling hits you like a train as you yell around him, squirming under him, your legs shaking, your body weak. As you come down, you feel him press himself into you, staying there; he lowers himself onto you, both of you too tired to move.

“I'm sorry, y/n,” Jeongin whispers as he pulls out of you, “for all of it, for everything.”

You press your lips together, wrapping your arms around him, pressing your head to his chest as soon as he’s lying next to you. “Don’t scare me like that again, Jeongin. I can’t lose you—not to that shit. I left that life for a reason.”

He nods slowly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You hear his heartbeat speed up as the events of tonight run through his mind again. He almost died—he would have if you hadn’t found him standing there defenseless, Chan’s gun in Junghoon’s hand pressed against his forehead. Jeongin lifts his hand like he can still feel the cold metal pressed against him.

“Can I stay here tonight, Y/n?” he asks, his voice shaking slightly—a sound you recognize. You’ve felt that fear before; the feeling never truly leaves you.

You nod your head, pulling him closer to you. “You can stay here as long as you need.”

Slowly, you get up, your legs still shaking slightly. You grab a towel from your closet and carefully wipe away the mess that sits between your legs, then help clean Jeongin off. The towel gets tossed onto your pile of laundry as you go to the kitchen to grab some water and juice. You pick up the pajamas he let you borrow and help him get dressed.

“I should be doing this for you, not the other way around,” he mutters, but he doesn’t stop you as you pull his sweatshirt over his head.

You give him a small smile as you get yourself dressed, then slide into the bed next to him, pulling him back into you. “You did enough. Let me take care of you.”