#jongin x reader

It’s Oh Sehun’s birthday, and normally, you’d find a way to Irish goodbye by midnight, but Sehun manages to find you every single time. It must be because he’s two heads taller than everyone in here.  

For the time being, you were sitting at the booth, sipping on your iced water, pretending it was a very, very watered-down cocktail. You did this to avoid Sehun coming over to you and making you take shots with him. A magician’s best crowd is a drunk audience, isn’t it? 

So here you were, waiting for your moment to slip out of the club while you people watch. Soojung and the rest of the girls were dancing together in their own little circle. They had tried to make you stay but knew better that you’d be cranky and moody if you did. Sehun, the birthday boy, was flicking his wrist and dancing with Chanyeol and some other guy whose name you forget.  

Sehun makes eye contact with you and raises his glass to you. You false a smile and sigh, taking a sip of your drink with him.  

And that’s when your eyes drift off to him.  

Kim Jongin. Or “Kai” as he likes to obnoxiously call himself. 

Kai was the douchiest, and you mean the absolute worst friend Sehun had to offer. He was the most disrespectful towards everyone’s time, always arriving late to parties and last to leave. He was also the instigator, buying shots for everyone when they clearly needed water instead. And if he wasn’t shoving drinks down people’s throats, he was in women’s throats shoving his own tongue down them. The man disgusted you, no, repulsed you.  

Sehun and the boys cheered when their (emphasis on their) friend finally showed up a little past midnight. Although you loathed Kai, you thanked him for this wonderful opportunity to leave while the birthday boy was distracted. You set the glass down on the table and get a move, slipping through the crevices of sweaty people. You’re almost out the door – smelling the fresh air from the exit. 

“Irish!!” 

The aggravating voice you hate so well catches your attention, unfortunately.  

“Shots!” Kai smirks when he spots you in the crowd – he's also a freakishly tall man.  

You’re about to leave, choosing to ignore him, when Sehun calls out your name with the drunkest smile splattered on his face. Now you have no choice but to stay just a biiit longer. 

“Have I told you how much I fucking loathe you?” You mutter for only Kai to hear, grabbing a shot from the tray. 

“You love me?” He leans down and puts a hand to his chest mockingly. 

“You know what I said, asshole.”  

He chuckles, clinking his shot with the guys and tries to with you. You simply roll your eyes and take the shot, pissed off. 

“Sucha bitch.” He mumbles before downing his tequila.  

The friend group was used to the two of you bickering, so none of this was out of the ordinary. They just hope you leave them out of it, which you did. At least you try to. You mostly had a problem with it when Kai would purposefully keep you around so you could take care of your shared drunk friends that he got wasted so that he could slip out and hook up with some woman he had just met.  

It was now closer to two, and you were growing cranky and crankier as the time went by. You tried to dance with the girls to forget how angry you were with Kai, but they were far too giddy and tipsy for you. You were just not at their level anymore - sober as a judge. 

Your eyes find Kai dancing with a girl, his back facing you and think this is your chance. Third time’s a charm, right? You bolt to the door, making sure not to make yourself seen by Sehun either. The fresh air hits your face and you’ve never been so happy to be out alone in the dark.  

You take the deepest breath and order an Uber, grinning to yourself at this newfound feeling of freedom. 

You walk a bit further when you don’t get matched right away. But ten minutes turn into twenty and you’re seriously debating just giving up and hauling a cab instead. 

“Fuck. I should’ve left hours ago.” You complain to no one but the cold night air. 

“Irish~” The familiar voice sings behind you. You turn around and find him with a woman at his side. You eye his hand placement on her hip. She’s nestled at his chest, giggling to god knows what. You look in disgust as she pulls open his dress shirt and starts peppering his chest with kisses. 

“That’s fucking gross.” You don’t hide the judgement in your face. The woman doesn’t seem to care, stuck in her own little world. “Honey, do you know how many STDs you’re going to get tonight if you sleep with this manwhore?” 

That seems to break the spell. You watch as the sparkle in her eyes disappears. You hold back your laugh as she walks back to the club like you pushed the factory reset button on her. The disbelief on Kai’s face as this happens right in front of him is priceless. You snap a picture when he turns to look at you. 

“And you’re an uptight cunt who doesn’t know how to let loose.” Kai spits out in pure hatred.  

“Awn, was that supposed to hurt my feelings? I’m soooo gonna cry tonight.” You feign hurt, blinking innocently as if you didn’t just ruin his entire night. Payback’s a bitch. Kai’s jaw tenses and you think you’ve won this battle. You chuckle one last time as you’re about to check on your Uber when Kai is suddenly hovering over you.  

It takes a second for you to register what’s happening. Your eyes capture every single detail: how he gulps when his fingers lace through your hair, how his cologne was making you go crazy with each breath, how his lips were plump and red from making out with that girl, and how he crashes them onto yours with a passion mixed with hunger and anger. 

And there must be something in the air tonight that makes Kai seem irresistible because you kiss him back. His hands find their way around your waist and he’s pulling you in closer to feel your body on his. His tongue swipes your bottom lip and you moan when you let him in to let your tongues wrestle.  

Your arms are around him, resting on his shoulders as you fight each other to be the dominant one in the kiss. You whimper when his lips leave yours. He steals your phone and cancels your Uber that’s clearly not coming anytime soon. 

“Hey!” You scold. 

“My car’s a block away.” Kai mutters against your lips, giving them a peck before he’s dragging you in that direction. 

“Who says I’m coming home with you?” You don’t stop, letting him pull you away.  

“Consider it your apology.” You can hear the smirk on his obnoxious face. 

“Apology? You should be apologizing to me! Fuck you, Kai.” 

“Ah, that’s what I’m trying to do. Get in.” Kai sits down in the driver’s seat, already putting his seat down and making space for you to get on top of him. He’s staring up at you expectantly, like he knows you’re gonna break. 

The pressure in your stomach grows and you feel yourself clench around nothing. Your body is desperately pleading for you to sink on his member and ride him into oblivion. Your mind is telling you to run, run girl. 

You take the deepest breath and quickly straddle him in small space. Kai grins as he closes the door for you. He doesn’t give you time to adjust and get comfortable, kissing you like he’s been starving for you. He has one hand caressing the back of your neck as you make out while the other pushes your panties to the side and plays with your cunt, spreading your wetness and circling your clit like it’s his job. And fuck, was he doing a good job. You wouldn’t let him know that though. 

“Is that it?”  

Kai laughs as you try to act tough. But the truth is your question comes out breathy and shakily. 

“Yeah, motherfucker?” He practically spits out, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling it, exposing your neck. He licks a long stride across your neck to your earlobe where he nibbles it a bit. He times it perfectly so his fingers start fucking you when you moan and eventually gasp instead. His pace is ruthless when he finds the spot that has you crying for more.  

“Is that it?” He mocks, his lips tickling the skin on your neck. He’s sucking on your neck like you’re in high school. You attempt to stop him from giving you a hickie but the grip he has on your hair tightens and he has you creaming all over his fingers. “How’s that?” 

He’s smiling at you as you try to gain your composure. He bites his lip when he feels your heat pulse around his fingers, wanting and needing more.  

“That better have not left a mark, you fucking dick.” You say, one hand rubbing on your neck while the other takes out his hardened member out of his pants. You hate to stroke his ego, but it bounces out of there like a challenge.  

“You’re drooling.” Kai chuckles, taking his tongue out to lick the shiny saliva off your lips. “What? Think you can’t take it?” 

You laugh it off, lining his member up with your entrance. Kai leans back with his hands behind his head, watching you do all the work. You tease him, rubbing his tip across your wet folds that he so generously made happen. He rolls his eyes when he thinks you’re trying to tease him. He tries to sit up, but you push him down roughly and leave a hand on his chest to keep him there. 

“This is nothing.” You lie. Kai hums, knowing what full of shit you are. You sink down on his cock slowly, feeling it stretch you in a way no one has ever truly done before. Your eyes shut and you bite your bottom lip at how filled you’ve become. Kai’s hands are at your hips, rubbing you up and down. 

“Take your time with it.” He encourages. You don’t realize you’re blushing until Kai cups your cheek.  

His hips thrust up into you slowly. You steady yourself on his shoulders as you try to move with him, bouncing on his dick at the same rhythm he was pushing himself into you. 

“That’s it. Not so bad, huh?” The frown on your face from the discomfort transforms into one of pleasure as you adjust to his size. You’ve never felt so fucking filled before. And to think Kai was the one to do it for you. Fuck. Life sure was a funny thing, wasn’t it? 

You’re a moaning mess above him, hopping on his dick like you were an olympian and this was your sport.  

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck.” You swear when you feel that pit in your stomach begin to tighten again. Kai has your forehead against his, holding you close to kiss you whenever he wants - or honestly, to shut you up. His grip on your waist is strong enough to leave marks. He needs this release as much as you do.  

“Shit, please, Y/N cum for me. I’m close.” His voice has never sounded so beautiful. Before you knew it, you were clenching around his member, screaming at the top of your lungs. You feel his warm release inside you fill the condom. He cums with a sigh, head falling onto your chest. Your hand finds comfort in his hair, stroking it in mindless circles.  

His dick twitches inside you whenever your pussy can’t help but clench around him. It hits that spot that gets you yelling for more.  

“I... Do you wanna come over?” You can’t ask him to his face, letting him stay near your breasts where you feel him smiling.  

“Put your address in.” He hands you his phone without so much as looking up at you. 

It’s quiet as you input your address in. 

“After tonight, this is never happening again...” You pause.  

“Keep typing.”  

i can imagine him waking you up in the morning, running his hand up your shirt and just resting his hand on your tit. he'd kiss you on your earlobe with a raspy "g'morning" as if he didn't just rock your sh*t last night.

he'd probably squeeze lightly when you'd only give him a whine, wanting to sleep in just a liiiil more. "please" he'd beg and start kissing you everywhere, on your ears, your cheek, your neck, your back. his hips would move into yours and you'd feel just how hard he is. and you don't open your eyes, not quite yet, but what you do is enough for jongin. you push your ass back into his member and give it a lil wiggle for him.

"mhmm, put your leg up for me." and you'd gladly listen.

he'd have his fingers lazily run circles around your already moist, yet still sore, cunt. you'd hiss when he'd apply a lil too much pressure on your folds.

"is my baby still sore from last night? can u take one more? for me?" he'd kiss that sensitive part behind your ear and have you leaning your head back against him with a moan of "yes, i'll try", to which he'll respond "good girl".

his member was rock hard against your entrance. he teased you a bit, rubbing his tip across your wet wet folds, before slipping his cock deep inside of you slowly but surely. your eyes were still closed, letting yourself feel every inch of him cover your walls.

he'd get drunk off your pussy, not knowing what to do, moaning near your ear "fuckk, you take me so well" and turning your head with a quick whine - not wanting to do any of the work, still sleepy - from you for a kiss "you are so gorgeous like this, letting me take whats mine when you cant even stay awake for one second."

"come on, baby, with me." his pace speeds up and deeeeeper, hitting thattt fucking spot over and over and overrrrrr.

"yeeesssss" he'll cheer, voice shaking when you squeeze around his cock, milking him emptyyyy - colouring your walls with his semen.

he'd kiss your sweaty temples, still thrusting into you slowly just cause he loves how warm you are around him. "you're so pretty, my baby. i wish you could see how pretty you are when you cum."

you would have to be the one to take him out of you, wanting to snuggle into his now sweaty chest. he'd give you a few more cuddles before he gets the notification that the brunch he ubereats'd is at the door and cuddle time was now over.

"let's go eat. i want you full and ready for today."

you feel your pussy throb once again, already getting wet and slippery for him.

god, you love that the tour is over.

What was meant to be a recharging weekend had quickly spiraled into a series of unfortunate events.

From the second you stepped out of your apartment, the universe seemed to have it out for you. You had realized—too late—that your keys were still on the kitchen counter, and because you hadn’t checked the forecast, you were standing on the sidewalk without an umbrella.

The rain broke just as you entered an old bookstore a few blocks away. The transition was instant: the air turned warm, filled with the scent of aged wood, the dark coffee in the owner’s mug, and that unmistakable, comforting must of old books.

You figured you could kill time there while waiting for Jongin, your boyfriend. He was still across town, likely lost in the rhythm of his class, rehearsing with his students for the upcoming dance competition.

Yet lucky days had never really been your thing.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, dear, but we’re closing in ten minutes,” the old bookseller said. Her voice was just as soft and inviting as it had been when you first walked in.

“Oh… right. Sorry,” you stammered, feeling a flush of heat in your cheeks. You felt clumsy under her gaze; she definitely knew you’d been wandering the aisles for an hour without picking up a single thing. Desperate, you grabbed the nearest spine. “I’ll take this one!”

“Of course! Follow me, please.”

As you trailed her slow steps toward the register, your eyes drifted to the window. Outside was a blurred gray. People scrambled for cover or huddled under umbrellas, while a few indifferent souls simply trudged through the downpour.

You prayed your new purchase wouldn’t be ruined the moment you stepped outside, but the universe apparently had other plans for your wallet.

Snap.

The sudden blackout made the woman jump. “Oh, goodness!” She peered through the dim light at the register, which died, then up at the wall clock, marking 4:52 pm. “I’m sorry, dear. I can’t process the sale without the scanner, and it doesn’t look like the power is coming back anytime soon,” she apologized, trying to turn on the light switch with no success.

“No, I understand,” you said, trying to mask your disappointment as you returned the book to its shelf. “I’ll come back for it soon.”

“Thank you, dear. I’ll give you a discount when you return—”

“Oh, no, please! It’s not your fault at all,” you insisted, waving your hands and letting out a nervous, awkward laugh. 

You felt entirely out of place as you offered a final goodbye, pushed open the door, and braced yourself for the cold air. You tried to walk as fast as your shoes would allow, hunched over with your hands uselessly shielding your head. It was a losing battle; your cardigan quickly became wet and a heavy weight against your skin.

Your only goal at this point was the café you frequent. But as you rounded the corner, the sight of the dark windows made your heart drop. The closed sign dangled mockingly behind the glass. Of course, it was closed. It was sunday.

You stood in front of the door, hoping someone from inside could save you, but that didn’t happen. Frustration boiled up, followed quickly by a wave of exhaustion. You reached into your pocket, desperate to call Jongin, and yikes... your phone was dead.

The universe had finally succeeded in ruining your day.

You sank down onto the narrow ledge of the café’s doorway, tucked away as much as the shallow awning would allow. You pulled your knees to your chest, wrapping your wet arms around them to form a tight, shivering ball, letting out a shaky breath, your eyes watering as the frustration finally broke.

You didn’t know how much time had passed in the same position. However, you felt the same way. 

The sound of splashing footsteps echoed down the empty street, growing louder and more frantic until they stopped right in front of you.

“Angel?”

You looked up, your vision a watery blur, to see Jongin hovering over you. He was breathless, his hair damp, and his eyes were wide with a raw panic that made your heart ache.

“Oh… thank god it’s you, princess,” he exhaled, the words coming out shaky. He dropped to his knees in the puddles without a second thought, his hands framing your face, his thumbs frantically brushing away the rain and tears. “I was terrified… I went to the apartment and saw your keys still in the lock, and when you didn’t answer your phone…” he had to pause, “I didn’t know where you’d gone.”

Jongin didn’t wait for you to explain. He felt how violently you were shivering and immediately pulled off his warm hoodie.

“Wait, no—your clothes will get soaked,” you whispered, your voice cracking. 

“I don’t care about that,” he countered softly. He took off your damp cardigan, guiding the oversized hoodie over your head, helping you find the sleeves. It was huge on you, smelling like him and his cologne. “God, I called you so many times.”

“My phone died,” you choked out, embarrassed. “The power went out at the bookstore, and I forgot the umbrella, and when I came here, they were closed and I just… I couldn’t do anything right today. I’m such a mess…”

You braced yourself for a lecture about being clumsy, but Jongin wasn’t like that. He wrapped your arms around you so tightly you could feel his heart still hammering against his ribs from the stress of looking for you.

“It’s okay,” he murmured into your hair, his voice dropping into that low soothing register he reserved only for you. “My sweet girl, it’s just a bad day, that’s all. You’re not a mess. You’re just exhausted, okay? And I’ve got you now.”

You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shirt as you cried quietly into his shoulder, feeling even more embarrassed. He just comforted you, rocking you slightly and pressing kisses to your temple. After a few minutes, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression melting into a soft, comforting smile.

“Let’s get you something hot to drink, okay?”

“It’s closed,” you said, fresh tears welling up as you gestured toward the dark windows and the mocking sign. “Everything is closed…”

Jongin looked at the sign, then he let out a soft, tender laugh and squeezed your hand, leaning in to bump his forehead against yours. 

“The café might be closed, but the convenience store is definitely open,” he said, standing up and pulling you gently to your feet. He kept his arm firmly around your waist to keep you steady and warm. “And I happen to know they have that ice cream you love. The one with extra chocolate? We’re gonna buy the whole shelf.”

“Jongin… it’s raining,” you protested weakly, even as a tiny smile finally started to tug at the corner of your mouth. “It’s freezing.”

“It was raining,” he corrected softly. “Which is why we’ll buy a ridiculous amount of sweets, go home, and eat them under the thickest blanket we own,” he promised, leaning down to kiss the tip of your cold nose. “C’mon, princess.” 

He held your hand, and with his free hand, he grabbed your damp cardigan. You kept your hand tucked firmly in his, your fingers entwined, while your other arm was lost deep inside the cuff of his massive hoodie. with the hood pulled low over your damp hair.

Jongin didn’t let the silence grow heavy. “I’m thinking we also need those spicy chips we had last time,” he mused as he nudged the store door open, the bell chiming a cheerful welcome. “Or should we go full sugar crash and get gummies, too?”

“Jongin…” you whispered, though a small laugh bubbled up in your throat as you watched him grab a basket. “We can’t possibly eat all of that. It’s too much.”

“Watch me,” he teased, leaning down to touch your nose with his fingertip. “Nothing is too much for my girl.”

He moved through the aisles, tossing items into the basket like he was on a mission. He’d pick up a package, waiting for your opinion, and then drop it in when he saw your eyes crinkle at the corners. He was doing his best to make up for something he didn’t ruin. 

“Two?” you asked, leaning your head against his shoulder as you followed him to the register, noticing he grabbed two pints instead of one ice cream.

“One for the movie, and one for the ‘just because I love you’ part of the night,” he whispered, leaning down to press a quick, lingering kiss to your temple. 

By the time you reached the counter, the basket was overflowing with a ridiculous mountain of sweets. You watched him pay, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over the last of your frustration. The clumsy girl who had been crying in the rain felt far away now. Standing there with him, your hand never leaving his, you realized that your favorite café wasn’t your safe place—the real one was standing right next to you, making sure you never stopped smiling.

Instead of rushing back to the apartment, you found yourself pulling gently on his hand, guiding him toward the long way home. You weren’t ready to end the magic of the moment just yet; you wanted to linger in this version of the world where it was just the two of you.

“Not ready to go in?” he asked softly, pulling you closer to his side. You shook your head, and he didn’t even hesitate. “Alright, then. Night picnic on the move, it is.”

You walked through the quiet streets, tucked deep into the warmth of his hoodie. Jongin started tearing into a bag of sweets, popping a gummy into your mouth and then into his.

“Thank you,” you whispered, noticing your voice cracked a little, making Jongin stop for a second.

“For the gummy? I’d give you the whole bag if you ask me to,” he murmured, his eyes crinkling into those half-moons you loved so much.

You shook your head, feeling a bit overwhelmed. “Just for... for everything.” You weren’t crying, but you had the urge to hug him tightly enough as he hugged you back.

“I love you, angel,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And I will love you even more on bad days like today, okay?”

You looked at him with teary eyes, wondering what you had done to really deserve someone like him. “I love you too, Nini,” you murmured, curving your lips because there were no more tears of sadness or frustration, but love.

Jongin smiled back at you, leaning down to finally kiss you properly. His warmth and soft lips were all you needed to feel better. “Let’s go home, honey. I’ll handle the rest.”

But for the last few years it’s been nothing but a reminder of what you’ve lost. Which is why you were quiet as you sat with the girls on the porch, waiting for the wolves to come out and say bye before heading out into the forest for the night, not paying attention to the conversation at hand.

You were snapped out of it by a gentle hand settling on your shoulder. A warm and comforting touch. You looked behind yourself, spotting Jongin, the rest of the pack slowly trickling out onto the porch, some half naked, some getting undressed right there.

“You alright?” he asked and you nodded, a million thoughts and emotions running through your head at the moment, but the most prevalent one, jealousy. You wanted to go and run, to feel the wind rake through your fur.

You called Jina the other day, who almost blew out your ear from the way she yelled at you for not picking your phone up. But she was right, you two only had each other, and she was worried out of her mind. You told her everything that happened and gave her some time to figure out what to do with her tattoo parlor, as she needed to come with you to the wolves’ house, it was only a matter of time before someone showed up for her. The boys did take turns patrolling her neighborhood, per your request, until she can join you, and Sehun was more than happy to volunteer every time for some reason.

Usually, you would be long gone. New name, new city, new job, settling into a familiar routine of just existing. No friends, no boyfriends, nothing besides the phone calls to Jina, Mark and Jackson. But this time, you were trapped, caged in this little town and now in this house. You spent the last few days talking over with Junmyeon and Areum how you can save Mark. You would rather surrender yourself then leave him behind. You owed your life to those three, especially Mark.

Junmyeon told you he heard whispers. New wolf in town with suspicious comings and goings out of his house. You wanted to go immediately, they reminded you that you’re powerless. No one dared tell you that they confirmed Mark is in the house, that they’ve been making a plan amongst themselves.

You were always so consumed in your thoughts you never once noticed the worried glances the girls would throw your way, or the uneasy looks the wolves shared every time you brought up Mark. They were mostly sure he was alive, but they had to keep their distance as to avoid getting noticed. Tao notices wolves circling the house and he’s dead.

Jongin tried to get you to warm up to him. And you were trying, you really were. You’d give into a hug here and there, sitting next to him while eating, ocassional kiss on his cheek. But you couldn’t relax, he saw that. He saw the way you kept checking the doors and looking out the windows, even though he tried to reassure you that nothing would happen to you, that he wouldn’t let it. You wanted to believe him, and everything in you was screaming at you to do so. He is your mate, it’s his job to protect you.

You were snapped out of your daze by a kiss to the forehead, and a promise that he’d be back by the morning. You nodded, slightly shivering as you waved goodbye to the boys, already halfway through their shift.

A pair of arms circled you, rubbing your sides in an attempt to warm you up. “Come on hon, let’s get you inside’’ Areum muttered, leading you back inside the house, locking the door behind her.

“Let us show you how we spend the evening when we finally throw the boys out the house!’‘ Jin-ae clapped her hands together, leading you to sit on the couch.

You let yourself enjoy the tiny joys of girlhood as you picked out a movie together, settled on the couch with an ungodly amount of snacks, each of you adorning a face mask with a content smile on your faces.

It’s been so long since you did such mundane things. Since you hung out with friends. The girls really went above and beyond at making you feel at home, and you appreciated their efforts tremendously.

It’s as if the universe heard you laughing for the first time in a while, when a sharp knock on the front door cut you off.

You put down the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table rather loudly, frightening the girls further as you whipped around to the door, spotting no one through the glass pane.

You were quick on your feet, but so was Areum, grabbing a hold of your wrist before you could cross the living room to the front door.

“It’s way too early for them to be back.” Cora muttered, wiping her sweaty palms on the blanket that was strewn across her lap, eyes darting around the room, unease settling in the previously carefree space.

Areum and you shared a look, and with a gentle hand, you pried your wrist from her hold, “I’ll just look out the windows, promise.” you said softly and she nodded, trailing behind you as you moved the curtain slowly, looking out to the forest.

“There’s something on the porch.” she said, pointing a slender finger to a box that sat on the doorstep, “I’ll get it. Stay put.”

She was quick in opening the door, snatching the box and closing the door and relocking it. A collective exhale could be heard as the lock slid back into place, curtains already pulled to obstruct the view.

Your heart was racing and your legs started to tremble as you spotted the black rose on top of the box, the flower all too familiar, and before Areum even spoke, you knew.

he’s so weak for your attitude. you roll your eyes at him? suddenly his heart is racing. you give him that unimpressed stare? he’s grinning like an idiot. you act like you don’t care, but he knows you do, and it makes him want to tease you more.

you definitely are the responsible one in the relationship. he forgets where he put his phone, his keys, sometimes even his wallet. you sigh and find them for him, muttering about how useless he is, but the second he gives you that cheeky lil grin, you’re done for.

he's obsessed with your hands. if you’re sitting next to him, expect him to be holding one of them at all times. plays with your fingers absentmindedly, kisses your knuckles when he thinks you’re not paying attention, pouts when you pull away.

you say something slightly mean and he lives for it. you insult him? he laughs. you call him a loser? he grins. you push him away? he clings harder.

the way he looks at you should be illegal. you’ll be doing the most mundane thing—tying your hair up, reading a book, scrolling on your phone—and he’s just staring. soft eyes, lovesick smile, head slightly tilted like a puppy watching his favorite person. when you catch him, he just grins and shrugs like, “can’t help it.”

loves seeing you in his clothes. absolutely dies when you steal his hoodies, but it’s the way you act so nonchalant about it that gets him. you’ll be curled up on the couch in his sweatshirt, scrolling on your phone like it’s no big deal, and he’s just standing there, staring at you like he’s been shot.

he's shameless as fuck when showing you off. posts the most disgustingly sweet captions like the prettiest girl in the world under your photos, makes sure everyone knows you’re his. if someone so much as looks at you for too long, he’s pulling you closer, eyes narrowing like, mine.

loves when you baby him. scratches on his back? instantly melts. playing with his hair? he’s asleep in seconds. letting him lay in your lap while you scroll? he’s the happiest man alive.

when he kisses you, it’s deep. golden retriever bfs don’t do half-assed affection. he needs to make you feel it—gripping your waist, tilting your chin up, making sure you know you’re his.

thinks your annoyed face is the cutest thing ever. the more you act like you’re so done with him, the more he clings to you. “you love me,” he teases, grinning. you sigh dramatically, but yeah. yeah, you do.

in conclusion, jongin is v golden retriever!bf coded and is absolutelyyyy obsessed w his cool, aloof, secretly only-soft-for-him black cat!gf. congrats babyyyyy you now have an emotional support puppy for life 🤭🐶

He likes to match clothes, so he buys a few things for both of you.

He likes it when you wear his clothes; it makes him feel some type of way.

When it comes to you, he doesn’t have to drop whatever he’s doing to be by your side.

He’s so whipped, it’s crazy.

He likes to make you laugh. He likes to hear the sound of your laughter; it makes him happy.

He gets sad when he’s not with you; he needs to have you around at all times.

When it’s time to sleep, he likes to cuddle you. He feels safe if he has his arms wrapped around you.

He has so many pictures of you two on his phone.

He likes to go out for a walk with your hand in his

He always tells you how he’s feeling; he knows you will listen carefully and give him advice.

You are his best friend, his other half, and everyone can tell how much he loves you.

He’s really patient with you and never gets mad at you.

He's trying to make you dinner, but it doesn’t go as planned.

He teaches you how to dance to his music or exo music.

Jongin’s older sister arrived with their bags and water bottles, chuckling at their interaction. “They are excited to dance with you; they’re just stubborn,” she said fondly.

“I’ll take good care of them, noona,” he said as he helped carry the kid’s belongings. A playful thought crossed his mind, so he winked at his sister and looked back at the kids. “Aaand I’ll show teacher Y/N some moves; settle up who’s best.”

Opening the studio door, you carefully managed to avoid colliding with the tall man who was foolishly jumping around. “I look forward to seeing that,” you teased, causing him to startle as he was about to lean against the door, unaware that you had opened it. As a result, he stumbled inside. “Oh my! I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, struggling to contain your laughter.

Jongin’s eyes locked with yours, finding not only a sweet voice but a sweet, worried expression that melted his heart. In that tender look, he glimpsed the children’s delight in you and realized that his heart may probably learn some new moves as well.

You gently squeezed his wrist, trying to figure out if he was okay. His hold on you was still firm as more of your students arrived and entered the class, but he was still not moving his hand from yours.

“Jongin, everything all right?” His sister asked, bringing him out of his trance.

The warmth of his hand left yours quickly enough, and he pulled off a wide, nervous smile at you. “Sorry, yeah, yeah, everything is all right,” he answered in an almost robotic voice.

His sister looked at you with an apologetic smile. “Okay… I have to go now. I hope you can handle this one, teacher Y/N.”

“I’ve got it! I’m excited to work with him.” You quickly glanced at the still-nervous, smiling man beside you.

“Thank you for taking my kids’ request; they just love their uncle too much.”

Jongin shyly lowered his head, looking at his hand that still lingered with your touch, even though he hadn’t noticed at first that he had held onto your hand for support. He also vaguely remembered you asking more than a couple of times if he was okay because he had been lost in your eyes—just like now that he didn’t even notice when his sister left.

“It’s nice to meet you, Kai sunbaenim,” you paused. “Sorry, should I call you Jongin?”

Although filled with nervousness, he briefly glanced at your hand and dared to purposefully hold your eyes with his own. The patience and care that painted your eyes drew a different type of intrigue and anticipation, unlike any other introduction he had experienced.

A delicate smile graced his face as he hoped that here he could simply be Jongin—that you saw past the surface and name to the heart within. His smile widened when you did not look away, but instead you matched it with an encouraging one of your own as your hands found each other. “Jongin is fine,” he answered and bowed.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself, mirroring his gesture, even when he had possibly already known your name because of his family.

Jongin had indeed heard your name almost daily for a while. His niece and nephew had talked about their dance classes and their amazing teacher whenever they called or saw him on his days off from service. All that it encouraged was his competitive spirit, not accepting that his niece and nephew looked up to someone else for something he was passionate about. He needed to meet this dance teacher, whatever it took. What he didn’t anticipate was him overthinking his every word and move, not to keep making a fool of himself in front of that person.

“The kids really admire you, but now that they are finally interested in dance, I feel like I need to earn some of that admiration, as their uncle.” He easily went back to his playful behavior, igniting the competitive spirits you indulged in before his stumbling.

You chuckled softly at Jongin’s challenging tone. “Oh really? Your humor is still intact, I see.” You scanned him playfully before you continued. “I suppose if you’re truly set on taking the title, I can’t stop you from trying. Your niece and nephew might finally get to consider you cool for once… that must definitely be tempting.”

Jongin was more than entertained by your reciprocation. His eyes had a new spark, recognizing the drive in yours that matched his own. He chuckled devilishly, but his cute face softened the effect, so your lips trembled, almost breaking your unwavering stare.

Before you could end up allowing him to see through you, you clapped your hands to get the kids attention. “Okay,” you called out, “everyone! How are you all doing? Excited for today?”

The students cheered in agreement, gathering around the two of you. Jongin couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw your interactions with the students, noticing how effortlessly they were drawn to you—especially Rahee and Raeon.

“Wonderful! Alright, before we begin, I’d like to introduce our special guest.” Turning to your side, you were surprised to see him already so engaged with your students. A small smile hid in the corner of your lips as he gazed back at you. “If you want, you can do it yourself,” you encouraged him.

His smile widened, and he tried to match the kids’ heights when he addressed them. “Hi, everyone! I’m Jongin, Rahee and Raeon’s uncle. I hope we can all have fun dancing today,” he softly said.

Jongin’s heart moved as he saw the kids’ excited faces turn towards him; their excitement was gratifying and somehow unexpected. He also caught the surprised yet joyful grins the students gave his niece and nephew, as well as the playful nose scrunches and smiles that they offered back.

You smiled at Jongin as he caught your gaze. “Should we get started then?” you asked with an encouraging smile.

At Jongin’s nod, you instructed your students to find a place somewhere in the space to begin the warm-up while you searched for the kids’ favorite playlist. At first, Jongin watched intently as you gracefully led stretches and movements to loosen muscles until you asked him for help, encouraging him to show the kids his skills. “Care to join in on the fun, our special guest?” you proposed with a playful smirk.

He grinned, stepping forward, following your steps, and later adding some jumping jacks for a little cardio. It was just too easy to find a balance in your teaching methods, and your students seemed quite interested in what Jongin taught them. He looked like a natural; though he is, teaching seemed to fit so well with him. His patience and nurturing were truly admirable.

Across-the-floor combinations brought a fresh energy, with curious and enthusiastic eyes looking at both of you as you interacted and showed the students the sequences for practice to reinforce technique.

“Amazing work, everyone!” you exclaimed. “I’m seeing a lot of improvement in ballet technique. You all have worked hard; let’s have a small break before we continue, okay?”

Raeon immediately ran towards Jongin, along with a couple of his classmates. As he wiped the sweat from his forehead and drank some water, his nephew suddenly jumped on his back, nearly toppling him off the chair he was sitting on. You were beside him, so he lightly pushed you and sprinkled some water over you.

“It’s a tie for me now, uncle.” Raeon admitted. “But we have more dances, right, teacher Y/N?” The mischievous smirk amused you. Raeon was so disciplined, even when he liked to play around a lot.

“Yes, we do! There are lots of surprises awaiting us.” You winked at him, concealing from Jongin the secret you shared with the class.

One of Raeon’s friends made Jongin grin from ear to ear as you offered him the towel you used to dry the water from your clothes. “Your uncle is cool; he’s so tall!” The kid exclaimed. When Jongin took the towel from you, his fingers softly brushed yours, causing a cute blush on his cheeks, which he attempted to hide with his hands but only managed to spill more water from his bottle on him.

You chuckled louder than you had intended; it was just too endearing to you that Joon looked so awestruck at Jongin. The man in question looked up at you, confused by your antics, but he was probably misinterpreting your reaction. “We have a cool guest today, don’t we?” you said, trying to explain your true intentions.

Jongin seemed even more flustered; one could even say shy for a more accurate word. He had been too enthusiastic about winning the kids over, especially his niece and nephew, so it felt like the greatest achievement to hear Raeon’s friend say that he was cool. But then, you said it too. He wanted to keep playing cocky and making a teasing comment, but you sounded too genuine, and instead, you managed to bring an honest smile and a slight blush to his face.

The look he gave you made your heart jump, and the corners of your lips trembled. You fiddled with the cap of your water bottle. “Are you ready?” It was too late to analyze how your sheepish question came about when Jongin enthusiastically nodded and walked over to the center of the room.

As you approached him, Rahee stepped closer, filling each of her steps with energy. “Is it time for the K-pop choreos?” she spoiled.

Jongin's eyes searched for yours, a smug smile playing on his lips as he realized he might have an advantage now. He was confident that he could surprise the kids and, perhaps more importantly, impress you.

“It-it is time!” you exclaimed and looked back at Jongin, who was already shaking his limbs, preparing to take on the teaching of the choreos. It was impossible not to giggle at his determination, but little did he know that it was actually a surprise that they had prepared for him to celebrate his birthday.

“Uncle, sit down!” Rahee tried to shove him all the way back to his seat, but she only managed to destabilize him a little. “It’s still not time to be Mr. Cool!” With that, he took some steps back as he gently laughed at his niece’s statement.

“Well, then I am Mr. Cool, huh?”

Rahee only rolled her eyes and shook her head as she continued to make him step away from the center of the room, her spunky spirit only moving his heart.

Settling onto the sidelines, he directed an anticipating glance at you, only to find you caught in joyous laughter with Raeon and Rahee. You proceeded to carefully ask everyone to get in their places and call in the parents so they could see the day’s performance. This sudden quiet gave him space to breathe and calm his beating heart, but soon enough, reality would only show how his heartbeats would race from then on.

You stood in the center of the room, all by yourself and already mesmerizing, when the song started with the beat drop of Super by Seventeen. The first ten seconds were all you, and it felt like an eternity where Jongin would’ve wanted to spend the rest of his life. The most advanced students joined you for the last ten seconds, ready for the transition to a mind-blowing mashup of Maniac by Stray Kids and Maniac by Viviz.

With that forty-second introduction, the beat turned more bubbly when all of the students joined to dance Super Shy by New Jeans. You had gone to the back so that all of the kids could have their own spotlight. Rahee and Raeon had the brightest smiles on their faces, and they followed the steps so diligently. Love Lee by AKMU was the last song they all danced to, so while the song faded out, Jongin gave a standing ovation, but a familiar melody was overlapping the fading song, and the kids moved to different places as you walked back to the center. Rahee and Raeon stood next to you, adorably getting in character and mimicking their uncle as they waited for the “stop” in his song, Rover.

Jongin flopped on his seat, his eyes flooding with happy tears as he witnessed his lovely niece and nephew dancing to his song. At some point, they took center stage, while you and the rest of the students danced behind them. The parents behind him kept clapping and cheering for their children, only making him even more emotional. They closed the choreography medley with a simulation of his fall in the music video, with Rahee catching Raeon in her arms as he fell backwards. Jongin rose up again, cheering for the little ones as they ran to him and hugged his legs.

You approached Jongin, outstretching your hand with an encouraging smile. “What do you say we have a dance battle to your song? Get the kids to choose who’s the realest cool one between us,” you offered playfully, yet somehow, your tone didn’t come off as challenging as before. It genuinely sounded more like a simple invitation to dance.

He looked at your hand and back at you, a widening smile accompanying his answer as he nodded in agreement. With a gentle gesture, he reached out and took your hand, accepting your request. The parents’ encouraging chants energized him even more, taking his place in front of you for the challenge.

The beats resonated throughout the studio as both of your bodies instantly synced into the opening pose, evoking smiles and chuckles along the way. The battle was far from competitive, as each step united you in a duet-like dance, with all moves becoming actions and reactions, leading to improvised turns and reflected motions.

The atmosphere between the two of you was so electrifying, exuding an overwhelming sense of passion and joy that captivated everyone in the room. Not a single pair of eyes dared to look away, including yours and Jongin’s, as you locked gazes with each other. Even at the song cut, your eyes remained locked, only tearing away when the kids approached, cheering and seeking their uncle’s embrace.

“Teacher Y/N! Teacher Y/N!” Rahee chanted playfully. “You have to come celebrate with us uncle’s birthday!”

“Rahee, noona!” Raeon exclaimed and shook his head at his sister, defeat clear in his face at Rahee’s second spoiler of the day.