#kai x reader

Dom!Kai Who held back most of his desires at the beginning of the relationship so he wouldn't scare you away. Not wanting his perversions to show or be too obvious.

Dom!Kai Whose ears perk up when he hears you talking on the phone with your best friend telling them how you want to “spice things up a bit” the heat goes straight to his crotch. Needing to run to the bathroom palming himself through his jeans.

Dom!Kai Who starts acting more protective/possessive in public constantly having his hands on you preferably around your waist so that he can feel the curve of your hips through your clothes.

Dom!Kai Who kisses you more deeply than usual hungrier like he is holding on by a thread. Trying not to go insane by the words he had heard before when you were opening up to your friend.

Dom!Kai Who loves the way your eyes get so hazy just from kissing, smiling softly as he nips at your neck listening to your soft whines.

Dom!Kai Who feels like he's corrupting you slowly with his actions. Wanting you to be his completely.

Dom!Kai Who snaps the day he comes home late from work and he finds you lying in bed in a pretty pink set. You smile widening as he comes closer, knees sinking into the mattress grabbing the back of your neck as he pulls you into a hungry kiss.

Dom!Kai Whose eyes seem different from before, Intense, making you shrink. You try avoiding his gaze but he grabs you by the chin forcing you to look at him. “Don't look away from me,” he demands, causing you to nod slowly.

Dom!Kai Who loves that you listen so well, allowing him to flip you over and put you in any position he desires.

Dom!Kai Who is really into impact play, slapping your ass or tits whenever you don't reply quickly enough to his questions. Slapping your cunt while he's edging you ordering you not to cum.

Dom!Kai Who starts mocking your whines when he grinds deep into your warmth. You are just so cute to him he loves ruining you so much.

Dom!Kai Who loves forcing you to keep eye contact or he will pull out causing tears to well in your eyes fighting the urge to close your eyes or hide from embarrassment from the sounds you are making.

Dom!Kai Who loves filling you up the most, telling you how he's gonna breed you over and over again.

Dom!Kai Who takes aftercare very seriously first checks if you were okay or if he did too much. Then worrying about cleaning you up. Pulling you into bed once more but this time to just hold you and stroke your hair post shower

Dom!Kai Who only feels a little bad about the things he wants to do to you. Every time you are together he pushes a little bit further.

notes: more of a sneak peak into Dom!Kai I will probably be writing both Dom Kai and Sub Kai in the future because I'm my heart he is a switch. might do a deep dive in txt kinks if anyone is interested

The city never truly slept, but tonight it felt like it was whispering just for the two of you.

You stood by the tall window of your apartment, watching the sky bleed from burnt orange into deep indigo. Streetlights flickered on one by one along the avenue below and the distant hum of traffic rose like a familiar lullaby. It had been a long week: endless meetings, late deadlines and too many nights falling asleep on opposite sides of the city. But Kai had texted you earlier: Done early. Be there in twenty. Wear something pretty.

A smile tugged at your lips as you smoothed down the soft emerald dress you’d chosen. It hugged your waist and fell just above your knees, simple but elegant enough for a spontaneous night out. You’d paired it with a light coat and the necklace he’d given you for your one-year anniversary, a delicate silver chain with a tiny star pendant.

Exactly twenty-two minutes later, your phone buzzed.

Kai: Outside. Miss you already.

You grabbed your bag and headed down, heart picking up pace with every floor the elevator descended. The moment the lobby doors opened, you saw him leaning against his black car, tall frame relaxed in a black button-up and dark jeans, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His hair had grown out a bit, falling softly over his forehead in that effortlessly handsome way that still made your stomach flutter even after two years together.

His eyes lit up the second they found you. That bright, genuine smile, the one that reached all the way to his dimples, spread across his face as he pushed off the car and met you halfway.

"There’s my girl" he murmured, pulling you into his arms right there on the sidewalk. His embrace was warm, familiar and just tight enough to make you melt against his chest. He smelled like his usual clean citrus cologne mixed with the faint trace of the city air.

You tilted your head up for a kiss. It started soft, just a gentle press of lips, but Kai lingered, deepening it for a heartbeat longer than was strictly public-appropriate. When he pulled back, his thumb brushed your cheek.

"Missed this face" he said quietly. "Missed you."

"You saw me three days ago" you teased, even as your fingers curled into his shirt.

"Three days too long." He opened the passenger door for you with a small bow that made you laugh. Once you were both inside, he reached over to squeeze your thigh before pulling into traffic. "I was stuck in back-to-back calls until six. Told my team I had somewhere important to be tonight."

The city unfolded around you as he drove, neon signs glowing in pinks and blues, towering buildings glittering with office lights that hadn’t yet gone dark. The radio played low, some dreamy indie song Kai hummed along to under his breath. His hand stayed on your thigh the whole drive, thumb tracing lazy circles that sent little sparks up your skin.

He parked near the river district, one of your favorite parts of the city at night. The waterfront promenade stretched out ahead, lined with food stalls, pop-up markets and couples walking hand-in-hand under strings of warm fairy lights. The air carried the scent of grilled meat, sweet pastries and river breeze.

Kai laced his fingers with yours as you started walking. "Hungry?"

"Starving" you admitted.

"Good. Because I’m not letting you go home until we’ve tried everything that looks good."

The night market was alive. Vendors called out their specials under brightly colored tarps. Steam rose from woks sizzling with stir-fried noodles and the sweet smell of candied strawberries and hotteok filled the air. Kai’s eyes sparkled with that playful energy he always had when he was fully present with you: no work stress, no schedule, just the two of you.

He bought you both cups of hotteok first: crispy pancakes filled with melted brown sugar and nuts. You shared bites as you walked, laughing when the filling oozed out and he dramatically tried to catch it with his mouth.

"You’re such a dork" you giggled, wiping sugar from the corner of his lip with your thumb.

"Your dork" he corrected, catching your hand and kissing your sugar-dusted fingertip. His eyes held yours a second longer, something warmer flickering behind the playfulness.

Next came skewered tteokbokki, spicy and chewy, which you ate while sitting on a bench overlooking the river. The water reflected the city’s lights like shattered stars. Kai draped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close against the cool night air. His jacket was already over your lap: he’d insisted the moment he noticed you shiver.

"Remember that time we got lost here last year?" he asked, voice soft against your hair.

"How could I forget? You swore you knew a shortcut and we ended up at that weird cat café instead."

Kai laughed, the sound low and fond. "Best mistake ever. You looked so cute with that big orange cat on your lap."

You turned your head to look at him. In the shifting lights, his profile was beautiful: sharp jaw, soft eyes, the slight flush on his cheeks from the spicy food. Two years, and he still took your breath away.

"I love nights like this" you whispered. "Just us. No rush."

"Me too." He leaned in, kissing you slowly. His lips tasted like sugar and spice. One hand cupped the back of your neck, thumb stroking gently as the kiss lingered. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours. "Been thinking about you all week. The way you laugh. The way you look at me. The way you feel in my arms…"

His voice had dropped, that husky edge creeping in. Your pulse quickened. You kissed him again, a little deeper this time, your hand resting on his chest where you could feel his heartbeat racing under your palm.

The market continued around you, people laughing, music drifting from a nearby performer but it all faded into background noise. There was only Kai. The warmth of his body. The way his fingers traced patterns on your waist over your dress.

You spent the next hour wandering deeper into the district. Kai won you a small plush penguin at a ring toss game after dramatically failing the first three tries, bowing theatrically when he finally succeeded on the fourth. You bought him a black beanie from a vendor because the night was getting colder and it looked adorable on him. He immediately pulled it on, then tugged you into a quiet alley between two buildings just to kiss you properly, away from the crowd.

This kiss wasn’t playful. It was slow and heated. His body pressed you gently against the brick wall, one thigh sliding between yours as his hands roamed your sides. You could feel the growing tension in him, the way his breath hitched when your fingers slipped under his shirt to touch warm skin.

"Baby…" he murmured against your mouth, voice rough. "If we keep this up, we’re not making it to the rest of the market."

You smiled, nipping his bottom lip. "Is that a promise?"

He groaned softly, forehead dropping to your shoulder. "You’re killing me."

But he behaved, mostly. The two of you continued on, sharing a cup of warm cinnamon milk tea, feeding each other bites of grilled cheese corn dogs and stopping to watch a street dancer perform under golden lights. Kai stood behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist, chin on your shoulder, swaying gently with you to the music.

At one point, he spun you around and danced with you right there on the sidewalk, both of you laughing as he dramatically dipped you. Passersby smiled. An older couple even clapped. Your heart felt so full it could burst.

As midnight approached, the crowd started to thin. The city lights grew brighter against the darker sky. Kai’s touches had grown more lingering: his hand on your lower back, fingers brushing the curve of your hip, lips ghosting your temple every few minutes. The promise of what was coming hung thick between you.

"Ready to head home?" he asked eventually, voice low.

Your apartment was closer, but you both knew his place, with the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering skyline, was where the night would end. You nodded, squeezing his hand.

The drive back was quieter. The air inside the car felt charged. Kai’s hand was back on your thigh, higher this time, fingers slipping just under the hem of your dress. Every red light became an opportunity for stolen kisses that grew hotter and more desperate.

By the time he pulled into the underground parking of his building, you were both breathing harder. He helped you out of the car, then pressed you against the side of it for one more kiss before you made it to the elevator.

Inside the elevator, the mirrored walls reflected you both: flushed cheeks, messy hair, his jacket still around your shoulders. Kai stood behind you, arms around your waist, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck as the floors climbed.

"You look so beautiful tonight" he whispered against your skin. "Can’t wait to get you upstairs."

The elevator dinged. The door to his apartment barely closed behind you before he had you pressed against it again, but this time you both knew there would be no stopping.

The city lights sparkled endlessly through the huge windows, casting shifting colors across the living room. But all you could focus on was Kai: his hands, his mouth, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the entire glowing city that mattered.

The door had barely clicked shut behind you before Kai’s hands were on you again, turning you around and pressing your back against the cool wood with a hunger that had been simmering all night. The city lights poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the apartment in shifting hues of sapphire, rose and gold. It felt like the entire skyline was watching, but neither of you cared.

"Finally" he breathed against your mouth, voice already rough with want. His kiss was deep and consuming, tongue sliding against yours as one large hand cupped the back of your neck and the other gripped your hip, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the hard line of his cock pressing against your stomach through his jeans and it sent a rush of heat straight between your legs.

You moaned softly into the kiss, fingers working open the buttons of his black shirt. Kai helped you, shrugging it off impatiently and letting it fall to the floor. Your hands roamed over his smooth chest, tracing the lean muscle of his shoulders and down the subtle ridges of his abdomen. He shivered under your touch, a low groan vibrating against your lips.

"Bedroom?" you whispered, even as your teeth grazed his bottom lip.

"No" he murmured, eyes dark as he looked at you. "Right here first. I want to see you against the city."

He spun you gently so you faced the windows, your palms pressing against the cool glass. From this high up, the city sprawled endlessly below: rivers of light from cars, glowing billboards, distant skyscrapers twinkling like stars. Kai stepped behind you, his bare chest warm against your back. He brushed your hair aside and pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot just below your ear.

His hands slid down your sides, finding the zipper of your emerald dress. He took his time, dragging it down inch by inch while his lips never left your skin. The fabric loosened and he pushed the straps off your shoulders, letting the dress pool at your feet. You stepped out of it, now only in your black lace bra and matching panties.

"God, you’re perfect" he whispered, hands roaming over your exposed skin. He unhooked your bra with practiced ease, letting it drop. His large hands immediately cupped your breasts from behind, thumbs circling your nipples until they pebbled under his touch. You arched back into him with a soft gasp as he rolled them between his fingers, pinching just enough to make pleasure spark down your spine.

"Kai…" you moaned, pushing your ass back against the growing bulge in his jeans.

He chuckled lowly, the sound sending vibrations through you. One hand stayed on your breast while the other traveled lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties. His fingers found you already slick and hot. He groaned at the feeling, sliding two fingers between your folds and rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit.

"So wet already" he murmured, nipping at your shoulder. "All night you’ve been driving me crazy in that dress. Thinking about touching you like this."

You whimpered as he pressed two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against that spot that made your knees weak. His thumb kept working your clit in steady rhythm while his other hand kneaded your breast. The city lights blurred in your vision as pleasure built, your breath fogging the glass.

He kept you there, fingers pumping steadily, until your thighs started trembling. "That’s it, baby. Let go for me."

You came with a cry, clenching around his fingers as waves of heat crashed through you. Kai held you through it, murmuring praises against your neck "So beautiful… love feeling you come" until the aftershocks faded.

He turned you around then, kissing you deeply as he walked you backward toward the bedroom. Clothes were shed along the way: his jeans kicked off, your panties left on the living room floor. By the time you reached the edge of his large bed, you were both naked. The massive window beside the bed offered the same stunning view, bathing his skin in ethereal light.

Kai guided you onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator. His cock was fully hard, flushed dark and leaking at the tip. You reached down to wrap your hand around him, stroking slowly. He hissed in pleasure, hips twitching into your touch.

"Want to taste you first" he said, voice husky. He kissed down your body with reverence: collarbones, the valley between your breasts, your stomach until his broad shoulders settled between your thighs.

The first slow lick up your pussy made you moan loudly. Kai hummed in satisfaction, savoring you. He took his time, licking broad stripes before focusing on your clit, sucking it gently between his lips. Two fingers pushed back inside you, curling rhythmically as his tongue worked faster. Your hands fisted in his soft hair, hips rocking against his face.

"Fuck...Kai, yes..." you gasped, back arching off the bed.

He devoured you with focused hunger, fingers pumping deeper, tongue flicking relentlessly until another orgasm ripped through you. You came hard on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head as stars burst before your eyes. He licked you through every pulse, only pulling back when you whimpered from overstimulation.

Kai climbed back up, kissing you so you could taste yourself on his lips. His cock nudged against your entrance, hot and heavy.

"Ready?" he asked, eyes locked on yours. Even in the heat of the moment, he always checked.

"Yes. Please, I need you."

He pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching you open. Both of you groaned at the feeling, tight, wet heat enveloping him completely. When he bottomed out, he stayed still, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged.

"Always so perfect for me" he whispered.

Then he started moving. Deep, rolling thrusts that made your toes curl. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his back as he picked up pace. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with your moans and his low grunts.

He fucked you steadily, changing angles until he found the one that made you cry out. His hips snapped harder, driving into you with building intensity. One hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider while the other braced beside your head.

"Look at the city" he panted, turning your head gently toward the window. "All those lights… and you’re mine."

The view was dizzying, endless sparkling lights as he thrust deep. Pleasure coiled tighter inside you. Kai reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit in circles.

"Come for me again, baby. Want to feel you."

You shattered around him with a broken moan of his name, walls pulsing tightly. Kai cursed, burying his face in your neck as his own rhythm faltered. A few more deep thrusts and he came hard, spilling inside you with a long, guttural groan. His hips kept moving through the aftershocks, milking every last drop.

For a moment, you stayed locked together, hearts pounding. Kai eventually lifted his head, smiling that soft, adoring smile that always melted you. He kissed you tenderly, then rolled to the side, pulling you into his arms.

"Shower?" he suggested after a few minutes, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.You nodded, still catching your breath.

The ensuite bathroom was sleek and modern, with another large window overlooking the city. Kai turned on the rainfall shower, steam quickly filling the space. Under the hot water, he washed you gently, hands soapy and reverent over every curve. But the touches lingered. His fingers teased your nipples again, then slipped between your legs, finding you still sensitive and slick with his cum.

You dropped to your knees in the shower, water cascading over both of you. Kai’s hand braced against the tile as you took him into your mouth. He was half-hard again already. You sucked him slowly, tongue swirling around the head, taking him deeper until he hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck, that feels so good" he groaned, fingers threading gently through your wet hair. He didn’t push, just let you set the pace, hips rocking subtly.

When he was fully hard again, he pulled you up and turned you to face the window. "Hands on the glass."

You obeyed, bracing yourself as he entered you from behind in one smooth thrust. The new angle made you moan loudly. Kai’s chest pressed against your back, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other hand reached down to rub your clit. He fucked you like this, deep and possessive, water streaming down your bodies as the city watched silently.

Your third orgasm hit you fast and intense, legs shaking. Kai followed soon after, coming deep inside you again with your name on his lips.

Afterward, you both dried off lazily. Kai carried you back to bed, tucking you under the soft sheets. He pulled you close, your head on his chest as the city lights continued their endless dance outside.

"Best night in a long time" he murmured, kissing the top of your head.

You traced patterns on his chest. "We should do this more often. Early escapes. Just us."

"Every week" he promised, voice sleepy but content. His hand stroked your hair. "I love you."

"I love you too, Kai."

The night stretched on, quiet except for the distant hum of the city. In his arms, with the skyline at your back, everything felt perfectly right.

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.”