#sunflowerhyun

PART ONE

chapter one — koi no yokan

chapter two — kilig

chapter three — setsunai

PART TWO

chapter four — kachou fuugetsu

chapter five — kyōka suigetsu

chapter six — mamihlapinatapei

chapter seven — hanaemi

chapter eight — po ushi vlubitsya

chapter nine — rasāsvāda रसास्वाद

chapter ten — fýrgebræc

PART THREE

chapter eleven — sehnsucht

chapter twelve — tba

She had insisted on doing some sight-seeing but still wanted to spend time with him, so she told him he could tag along with her. Hyunjin was a little hesitant about it, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or feel pressured into doing something she didn’t want to do, but he eventually said yes, which resulted in her coming back over to his hotel so she could put on some better clothes that could hide her better.

She had stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the brim of her bucket hat—his bucket hat—for the third time while Hyunjin watched from the couch, trying not to smile.

“Do I look stupid?”

He’d looked up from tying his shoes, stifling a laugh once she turned to face him fully. The sunglasses she had on were big, the hat covering almost her entire face, and she looked so fucking cute that he could just eat her, again.

Okay, bad joke. But he’d been thinking about his mouth on her pussy ever since they went back to his hotel room to wash the sand out of their asses after the beach and he made her cum twice with his tongue.

“No, you look cute.”

“You’re full of shit,” She said, tilting her head back so she could see him, “I look absolutely ridiculous.”

“You look like you’re on vacation.”

“I look like I’m hiding from the CIA.”

Hyunjin laughed, standing up to his full height, pushing the sleeves of his loose shirt up to his elbows, “I mean… that’s not entirely inaccurate.”

She shot him a look that had him biting back another smile. “You’re laughing because you don’t have to worry about being photographed with you.”

The smile had slipped from his face so quick at her comment, and he’d crossed the room before he’d really even thought about it. “Hey,” He said softly, his hands settled gently on her upper arms. She looked up at him the best way she could, and he’d taken her sunglasses off so he could see her better, “If you get uncomfortable today, we leave. I mean it.”

Y/N blinked, opening her mouth like she wanted to say something, but he interrupted her. “I don’t care where we are, or if we’ve only been somewhere for five minutes,” He held her eyes, his thumbs brushing lightly against her arms, “If you tell me you’re uncomfortable, we’re done. No questions.”

She had stared at him for a bit before she eventually smiled, and he had to pretend like it didn’t affect him.

“So bossy, Hyunjin.”

“You like me that way, though.”

She had laughed, and just like that, the nervousness eased from her shoulders. Not completely, but it was enough for them to spend the day wandering hidden streets instead of crowded piazzas.

They avoided the busiest parts of Florence, choosing quiet bookstores tucked into narrow alleys, tiny artisan shops where no one gave them a second glance, gardens overlooking the city where they could sit without worrying about cameras. Whenever someone walked by a little too slowly or glanced in Hyunjin’s direction for a second too long, he felt Y/N tense beside him. And every single time, he’d quietly shift closer, possessively, protectively.

And every single time, she’d relax again.

That night, they’d eaten dinner in his hotel room again. He ordered more room service and another expensive bottle of red wine that she kept swearing she didn’t need, but she drank, anyway. One glass in, and they were cuddling on his couch, talking about dreams they’d had before either of them knew what adulthood would actually feel like. Two glasses in, they were giggling and sneaking in kisses at the most random times. Three glasses in, and she was coming on his fingers and sucking his cock like it was her favorite thing in the fucking world.

He’d asked her to stay, fully prepared to take the couch so she could sleep comfortably on his bed. He told himself he only asked because it was nearing 1am and he didn’t feel comfortable with her leaving so late and slightly intoxicated, but he knew that was a lie. She had hesitated, and he hated how disappointed he felt when she politely, yet solemnly declined.

He had one of his personal drivers drop her off since he wasn’t allowed to, forcing them to walk her to her room and make sure she got inside safely. He didn’t sleep until she had messaged him off Instagram.

y/n: made it :)

hyunjin: Good.

hyunjin: You know, you wouldn’t of had to worry about texting me if you would’ve just stayed with me

y/n: careful, hyunjin. i might start to think that you’re becoming obsessed with me

The next day had somehow been even better.

They went to a private pasta-making class at a countryside villa just outside Florence, something Hyunjin had wanted to do while he was here, but got even better once he invited Y/N to come with him. The elderly chef had spoken almost no English, Y/N spoke almost no Italian, and Hyunjin spoke even less, which somehow resulted in one of the funniest afternoons he’d had in years.

Flour ended up literally anywhere and everywhere you could think of, all over the counter, the floor, and even in Y/N’s hair. Okay, he might have had something to do with that one, but she had it coming.

“I have people trusting me with medical decisions and I still can’t make a simple dish of pasta,” She’d gestured toward the ruined dough with the most endearing pout on her lips.

“I’m sure you’ll recover,” Hyunjin smirked in reply, taking a sip of his glass of wine Marco poured for them, “Maybe stick to boxed pasta in the meantime, though.”

Y/N had glared at him before flicking some flour in his face, and Hyunjin took it with that same smirk on his face like a pleased idiot. He’d let her dump the whole bag on him if she really wanted to.

A bit later, Y/N had excused herself to the bathroom to clean up a little, leaving Hyunjin and Marco in the center of all the flour and uncooked pasta. Hyunjin was in the middle of untying his apron when his voice startled him.

“Wife?”

Hyunjin blinked, “…Sorry?”

Marco pointed toward the hallway where Y/N had disappeared to, “The bella.” He then pointed back to Hyunjin, “Wife?”

Hyunjin had stared at him for a long second, his ears immediately warming once he had caught on to what he was trying to ask. “N-no,” He stuttered out, the answer coming out embarrassingly fast.

Marco looked confused, “No?”

“No. Not my wife.” He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly.

Marco had nodded once, like he was in deep thought, and Hyunjin could just feel how red his face was. Did they really act like a married couple? Is this what people thought when they saw them together?

“Ah!” Marco snapped his fingers, his face brightening, “Girlfriend?”

Hyunjin snapped his gaze towards the hallway nervously, relieved to find that it was still empty. Because for some reason, this conversation had made him feel sixteen years old instead of twenty-something.

He had opened his mouth to reply, fully intending to awkwardly say no, but nothing came out. His mind had betrayed him instantly, because the image appeared in his head without permission.

Y/N sitting across from him at breakfast. Y/N laughing at him while flour covered half of her face. Y/N reaching for his hand without thinking too much of it. Y/N tucked safely beside him in the car.

It had only been a few days, but the idea no longer felt impossible. It was just pleasant. Dangerously pleasant.

Marco had watched him expectantly, waiting, that same wide and friendly grin on his face. And before common sense could intervene, he gave the tiniest shrug imaginable, biting back a grin.

“Ah!” He had clapped both of his flour-covered hands together, “Sì! È proprio bellissima, ragazzo mio!” (Yes! She really is beautiful, my boy).

Later, they drove further into the countryside for a private wine tasting. It was crisp and refreshing, and Hyunjin may or may not have been feeling extra sedimental from the slight buzz it gave him.

They’d walked between the vines afterward, talking about nothing important. Or maybe everything important, Hyunjin couldn’t decide. The only thing he was sure of was that never got tired of listening to her.

He liked the way her mind worked. He liked how observant she was, how thoughtful she was—how she’d stop walking whenever she found something beautiful to admire. She seemed to notice everything. He had wondered briefly if she noticed what was happening to him.

Hyunjin liked making her laugh. He liked the way she’d unconsciously reach for his hand in the backseat of the car, or scoot closer to him whenever they were beside each other. He liked how smart she was, how independent and stable she appeared in her life. And most importantly, he liked how she made him feel like he was just a normal guy from Seoul.

Even now, sitting at a tiny café tucked away in the less busy streets of Florence people watching with tiny porcelain cups of espresso in their hands, it felt normal, natural, as though she’d always belonged beside him.

There were only six smalls tables outside, all shaded beneath cream umbrellas. An elderly man sat alone with a newspaper, two university students were arguing over something in rapid Italian, and Y/N was sitting across from him looking so beautiful that he can’t look away.

She was dressed in an oversized linen button down over a simple sundress, his sunglasses perched on her nose, her hair tucked loosely beneath a scarf he bought for her at one of the shops nearby. Anyone walking by would probably assume they were just another couple on holiday, but if someone looks carefully enough, they might recognize him. He had dressed himself in a way where it was almost impossible, but the risk was still there. It was always still there.

“Hey,” Hyunjin murmurs softly, reaching his hand out to lay on top of hers across the table, “You okay?”

He’s been noticing that’s she’s a little on edge, watching people a second longer than necessary, and Hyunjin doesn’t blame her. He should have been doing the same thing, but he wasn’t.

She glances down at their hands before looking back at him, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” She smiles at him, his thumb brushing softly against her knuckles, “I think I’m always going to look around, you know?”

“I know. And that’s okay.”

She smiles at him, squeezing his hand once before grabbing ahold of her espresso cup to take another sip. He instantly misses her touch, and for a second, he debates on reaching back out towards her, but ends up slouching back onto his seat instead. He can’t come across too clingy, which is very hard for him to do, considering the type of lover he is.

Wait, did he just say lover?

Fuck, he’s so down bad.

“He’s going to fall.”

Fall? Fall in love?

He’s confused at first until he realizes she’s not actually talking to him but simply stating her inner thoughts aloud. She’s watching as a little boy chases pigeons across the piazza, his mother calling after him in exasperated Italian.

“I think he’s indestructible.”

She laughs quietly, “I think his mom disagrees with you.”

He’s looking back at her now, and just like everyday this week, he completely forgot about the rest of the world.

She hasn’t noticed him staring yet, which is rare. Usually she catches him within seconds and will tease him about it until the only way he can shut her up is with his mouth or his cock, but today, she seems distracted. Her chin is resting lightly in her palm, the scarf she has wrapped around her head loosening with every brush of wind. There were a few curls that peeked through everytime the breeze drifts through the street, and she’d tuck them back behind her ear every time. Two minutes later, they’d fall right back into place.

It happens so often he finds himself just waiting for it.

A tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. She didn’t even realize she was doing it. But he did, because of course, he always does.

The afternoon sun slips between two buildings, catching the side of her face for just a moment. It makes her look golden, warm, the light outlining the curve of her cheek before disappearing again.

He feels his fingers twitch instinctively and he recognizes the feeling immediately. It’s the same feeling that always came before he painted. His eyes are drawn to her lips, on the way they’re moving as she talks to him, and he’s reaching into his pants pocket to grab ahold of the pen he always carries around with him without interrupting the conversation. One of the café napkins sits on the table in front of him, and he pulls it towards him, slouching back more comfortably into the chair.

“Not this again,” She groans, and Hyunjin fights back a grin.

“Hm?”

“I’m not even going to ask if you’re listening to me because I know you aren’t.”

Hyunjin cocks a brow, not even looking up from his napkin, “You said Kat almost convinced herself that she could move to Italy. And then you said she would probably last about two days before she manages to accidentally insult someone’s grandmother.”

She’s quiet, and he smirks, letting his gaze rest on her for a second before flickering his eyes back down, “Have some faith in me, jagiya. I might just surprise you.”

She huffs, picking up her espresso cup and leaning back into the chair behind her. Her scarf falls at the movement, exposing the entire side of her face and her neck, and his eyes are instantly drawn to the large hickey he gave her on her neck. It faded a bit, but it was still there, still noticeable, still serving as a constant reminder that she’s his and no one else’s.

She moves the scarf back around her neck, and Hyunjin’s eyes darken ever so slightly at the action. “Don’t,” He mumbles out lowly, pausing his movements on the napkin. She freezes, hands gripping the scarf tightly. If he could see her eyes right now, he’d be almost certain that she’d be staring at him with that same doe-like gaze that always seemed to bring him straight down to his knees.

“Don’t hide it. Move the scarf back. I want to see my mark on you.”

She hesitates, and he cocks an eyebrow, daring her not to. She must see the blaze of fire in his eyes, because not even three seconds later, shes taking the scarf off completely, placing it in her bag.

“Mal jal deutne,” (You listen so well), He hums in approval, tapping his pen with his fingers, “Good girl.”

“Hyunjin,” She says his name breathlessly, shifting in her seat, “We’re in public.”

“And?” He replies back quickly, the corner of his lips tugging into a smirk, “I know the reason you want me to shut up is only because your pussy is drenching your cute little panties right now. Scared you’ll make a mess on the seat, jagiya?”

“Hyunjin,” She says his name again, and he thinks it’s definitely meant to be as a warning, but it comes out breathless and whiny and everything he wants to hear instead.

“Don’t worry, jagiya. If you make a mess on the seat, you know I’ll clean it up for you. I know how much you love my mouth on your pussy.”

“Hyunjin,” She gasps, shifting again in her seat, and he suppresses a moan from how heavenly his name sounds coming from her mouth.

“Or I could do it right now,” He slouches back in his seat, discreetly adjusting the semi that’s now forming in his pants, “I could easily slip underneath this table and clean up your mess. You want that, jagiya? Want me to get on my knees for you on this dirty ground and eat your pussy? Nobody would know, because you’d be such a good girl and stay quiet for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Hyunjin, please,” She whimpers out softly, like she doesn’t know what she’s actually begging for, and it drives him fucking insane.

She’s squirming in the chair, slouching back, legs opening and closing like she doesn’t know what to do with them. And Hyunjin’s mind is suddenly painting the prettiest image of what she’d look like coming all over his mouth.

He’s thinking of how eager she’d be, spreading her legs for him with zero hesitation. She’d grip at his hair, pull him right where she wants him, moan his name so prettily. He’d lap up every last bit of her, not stopping until she’s shaking and begging and drenching his entire fucking face.

I’d be so easy to just drop down and do just that. There’s not many people around, and it’s loud enough out here that any sounds they’d make would be muffled enough to not draw attention towards them. All he had to do was drop down and lift her dress up and bury himself inside her thighs.

But he can’t—he shouldn’t. Being outside like this is already too much of a risk in itself. His company may have loosened up on many things in their lives, but being caught eating pussy outside a tiny café in the middle of Florence might just cost him his entire career. He tells himself he’s holding off solely for that reason, but deep down, he really knows it’s because he’d probably lose his fucking mind if someone had managed to snap a picture of her pussy for the entire world to see. That possessive side of him simply wouldn’t allow that.

Hyunjin doesn’t like to share. Especially when it comes to Y/N.

He hums lightly, his gaze focusing on his mark he left on her briefly before he resumes his scribbling on the napkin in front of him. He sees her shifting again from his peripheral vision and bites back a grin, knowing he’s gotten her all riled up only for him to shut it down. What can he say? He’s a masochist, apparently.

“Hyunjin,” She says his name again, this time a little more desperate. He bites his bottom lip.

“Yes, jagiya?”

He can feel her glare burning holes into his skin, and it only makes his cock even heavier in his pants. It’s unfortunate he can’t do anything about that right now.

“Do you need something?” He asks once she remains quiet.

She huffs in response, crossing her arms in front of her chest. This time, he can’t hold his grin in, and he’s grinning with his tongue as he glances at her, “Don’t worry. You’ll get your chance at dinner later.”

“Dinner?”

“Yes, dinner,” He replies, tracing the outline of her lips on the napkin. He leans more into the chair, “I want to take you somewhere tonight. If you’ll let me.”

He peers up at her briefly, hating that he can’t see what she’s actually thinking because of the sunglasses she still has on. She’s not saying anything, and he feels his palms start to sweat. Fuck, he knew he shouldn’t have already booked a reservation.

“Where?”

The softness of that word has him looking back at her, and something pulls at his chest. “There’s a restaurant about an hour from Florence along the river. The same place I wanted to take you a few days ago,” He moves on to her eyes, his pen working quick against the napkin, “It’s beautiful,” Like you, “I really think you’d like it.”

“How beautiful?”

He hesitates, because he knows what she’s getting at. She seems to notice, because of course she does, letting out a quiet sigh as she leans across the table to face him, “Hyunjin.”

“Very beautiful. I had great recommendations.”

“That means it’s expensive,” She slouches back into her chair. She sighs again, “Hyunjin, I don’t want you to spend a ridiculous amount of money on me. You’ve already paid for enough things this week.”

“Yes, because I wanted to. Also, you paid for our coffee today.”

“Yeah, after I practically tackled you to the ground so you’d let me.”

Ah, yes. How could he forget that?

“Yeah, that was hot.”

“Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin sighs, flicking his wrist once more before placing his pen on the table. Without saying another word, he folds the napkin once, then slides it across the table until it gently bumps against her hand.

She looks down, “What’s this?”

He shrugs, reaching for his espresso, “Open it.”

Her fingers tremble as she opens it, and then she stops. He watches as she softly bites her lip, her cheeks heating to a beautiful shade of red, and he bites the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from doing something stupid like lean over and smash his lips against hers. Her head tilts down towards the drawing, then back towards him, then back down, then back at him.

“You…” Her voice comes out breathless, beautiful, “You drew me?”

Hyunjin places his cup up to his lips, smiling over the rim, “I did.”

She looks back down, “I didn’t even notice.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You’re so talented, Hyunjin. Seriously,” She smiles, her fingertips carefully tracing the edge of the napkin, “It’s beautiful.”

“No,” He shakes his head gently, causing her to glance up at him, “You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

She glances up at him, almost shy now, before folding the napkin with infinitely more care than he’d used. She tucks it safely inside her bag, into the zippered compartment, like it was something precious. Seeing that made something warm settle quietly in his chest.

“You deserve beautiful things, Y/N,” He quietly says, his fingers twitching, the urge to grab onto her hands itching at his skin, “I like doing nice things for people, and I like doing nice things for you. I like making an evening feel special, I like dressing up, I like beautiful places and good wine and good food. But most of all, I like you.”

The slight confession sits heavy in the air around them. He didn’t mean to actually say that, but it was out now, so there’s no point in trying to take it back. Not that he would, anyway—those words are probably the most genuine words he’s ever uttered in his life.

He does like her, far more than he probably should. He does want to spoil her, to kiss her freely, to touch and claim her without the entire world knowing. He wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything in his entire life.

But what he wants most is to love someone, to be loved by someone who understands him. Who sees him for who he is, and not as the brand that he carries around on his shoulders. Who isn’t afraid to put him in his place and remind him that he doesn’t sit on this high horse that everyone seems to make him out to be.

Hyunjin knows he falls fast, he always has. He wears his heart on his sleeve, willing to give it to anyone who wants it. And even knowing that millions of people do want it, the fact that one of them could possibly be her triggers something deep in his chest.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

Hyunjin blinks once before focusing his attention back towards her and away from his inner thoughts. She’s smiling at him, shaking her head fondly, her curls flowing wildly in the wind. She’s not perfect, by all means, but that’s exactly the reason he likes her so much.

“No,” He mumbles, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear, letting his fingertips graze a little longer on the side of her face. Beautiful. “No, I’m not.”

“And you’ve already decided,” She leans more into his touch.

“I have,” He replies lowly, cupping her face with his hand, lightly tracing the softness of her cheeks, “I’ve already booked the reservation, actually.”

“Of course you have,” She grins at him, and he has no choice but to grin back. How could he not? “Let me guess, you bought me a nice dress to wear too, didn’t you?”

Hyunjin knows she meant it as a joke, but the grin on his face only grows. Of course he bought her a nice dress. Why wouldn’t he?

“Hyunjin,” She says his name sternly, teasing completely gone, “Hyunjin, please tell me you didn’t actually buy me a dress.”

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. He knows she’s pissed, but it’ll all be worth it once he sees her looking so pretty in elegant fabric that he’ll just rip off later.

She sighs dramatically, nervously glancing around before leaning away from his touch and back into her seat. He’s disappointed, for a second, but puts his hand down anyway. The sound of laughter behind them serves as a blunt reminder that they’re still in public, where anyone can see them at anytime.

She doesn’t say anything for a few moments, and he wonders briefly if she’s actually upset with him. He knows she doesn’t like him spending money on her, but doesn’t she realize that’s his love language? He likes nice things, so it’s only fair she has them, too.

He opens his mouth to apologize, to tell her just that, but she’s interrupting him before he gets the chance to.

“Don’t.” She points a finger at him, that same teasing glint back in her eyes. He closes his mouth, a soft smirk pulling at his lips.

“I’ll wear the dress you bought me, but only because I’ll feel bad if I don’t,” She lowers her finger, crossing her arms across her chest, pouting slightly, “But, you can’t buy me anything else on this trip. Fancy wine included. Okay?”

He rolls his eyes fondly, nodding his head slightly. Sure, he’d try his best not to if that’s what she really wanted, but he just wants her to have whatever she wants—wants her to live in the moment with him and not have to worry about anything else. Can you blame him for that?

“And, about dinner…” She trails off, holding his gaze for a few quiet seconds before smiling in a way that makes him feel like he’d won something far more valuable than an argument, “Yes. Take me to dinner, Hyunjin.”

For reasons he couldn’t quite explain, hearing those words makes his heart beat just a little bit faster than it has all afternoon.

By the time his driver pulled alongside the river, the sky had turned a deep blue that only existed for a few fleeting minutes after sunset.

The water reflects the lights from the old stone buildings lining the opposite bank, each ripple breaking the reflections into streaks of amber. A violinist somewhere farther down the promenade plays softly enough that the melody blended with the sound of the river itself.

Hyunjin steps out first. He practically bolts out of his seat, speed-walking to Y/N’s side of the car to open it before his driver even has the chance. Y/N is his date. He’ll be damned if he’s not the one helping her out of the car.

He gives Renaldo, his driver for today, a sheepish grin once he makes eye contact with him, an attempt to tell him that he’s sorry for getting out of the car while it was still moving and possibly drawing attention to himself, but also that he’s not really sorry. However, the grin is quickly wiped from his face once the door fully opens and Y/N looks up at him.

For a second, his brain simply stops. Even though he’s already seen her, she still manages to make him forget how to breathe.

The dress fits her perfectly, exactly the way he had imagined. It’s rich and deep beneath the evening lights, and when she actually takes his hand and stands up, he feels like he might just pass out. His eyes travel down her body, unable to stop it, and he swallows thickly at the sight. The fabric hugs her figure perfectly, tight in all the right places, falling gracefully to her ankles. The slit along one side of her leg reveals just enough skin whenever she moves, and he sucks in a deep breath at how smooth and plush her thigh looks, begging for him to bite and suck at it.

But what he notices most, is how happy she looks.

She’s looking at him with a fond expression, a little shy, her eyes bright and glazed over with adoration. It makes something warm settle in his chest knowing she’s looking at him that way—looking at him the same exact way he always looks at her. Hyunjin’s never felt this way about anyone before. He’s never met someone who captivated him as quickly and as deeply as she has. What he feels for her travels far along the horizon in front of them.

He just really hopes she feels the same way.

“Why do you keep staring at me?”

Hyunjin blinks once, twice, feeling the back of his neck grow hot. “I…” A laugh escapes him, but he can’t even be embarrassed because she has to know why at this point, “I can’t form words right now. Ask me in two minutes.”

Y/N rolls her eyes fondly, a soft giggle escaping her mouth as she holds up one side of her dress, squeezing his hand tighter, “You’re an idiot.”

“And you’re beautiful.”

She smiles at him, and it does nothing to settle the giddiness he feels in his body right now.

“I’ll admit,” She looks down towards her body briefly before glancing back at him, “This was a good choice. You have good taste.”

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” He places his free hand over his heart, clutching it dramatically.

“Oh, don’t let it get to your head. You’re an ambassador for Versace for a reason.”

“Oh,” Hyunjin grins cheekily, “I thought you didn’t keep up with me anymore, jagiya.”

She shoves him lightly, tip of her ears reddening slightly, “Oh, shut up. You know I’m still in the loop of most things.”

“Mhm, sure,” He grins wider once she avoids eye contact. He loves when she gets shy around him.

“You’ve been insufferable all day.” She mumbles once he starts to lead her towards the front doors.

“I’ve been charming.” He replies, guiding her up the stone stairs, being careful not to step on her dress or cause her to trip.

“You’ve been expensive.”

He holds the door open for her once they make it to the top, grinning cheekily, “I’ve been classy.”

“You’ve been boujee.”

“Can’t disagree with that one,” He snorts in amusement, slapping her ass lightly. She lets out a quiet yelp, jumping slightly, definitely not expecting him to do that, but obviously not hating it, either.

“Now, get inside and walk in front of me so I can watch your ass jiggle in this dress.”

She gapes at him for a moment, obviously not expecting that to come out of his mouth. Honestly, he didn’t mean to say that, it just came out. Okay, maybe he did mean to say that, but it’s true, so what can you expect? He’s just a man.

“As I said… insufferable,” She hisses at him quietly, letting go of his hand to walk around him. She stops in front of him, glancing back at him as she runs a hand against the curve of her ass, a teasing glint in her eyes, “Make sure to get a really good look at it now, Hyunnie, because you won’t be seeing it later.”

“Fucking tease,” He mumbles to himself, eyes zeroed in on how her ass moves in the dress. She’s swaying her hips more than usual, giving him his own personal show, and he fucking loves it.

He’s frozen in place for a second until she turns around to call him over, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. The host is watching him expectantly, definitely catching him ogling her ass, but he can’t bring himself to care about that.

He smirks back at her, eyes staying on her as he walks forward, his hand coming up to rest on her lower back as he pulls her towards him. He gets a whiff of her sweet perfume, and he finds himself nuzzling his head into the side of her neck before planting a soft kiss there.

“Mr. Hwang,” The host smiles politely at them, and he smiles against her skin as she squirms a little in his grasp, slapping his arm lightly in what he assumes is to get his attention. He huffs, standing back up straight, keeping his hand on her back.

The host flickers his eyes from Hyunjin to Y/N and back to Hyunjin before widening his grin, “Buonasera! (Good evening). If you are ready, I can escort you to your table.”

“We’re ready,” Y/N answers with a polite smile before he could open his mouth. She squeezes his arm, “Grazie.”

“Prego, mia signora. (You’re welcome, my lady). Please, follow me.”

Hyunjin shuffles his feet as he follows them, his hand trailing down towards the curve of her ass. He hums, fingers dancing up and down against the soft fabric before he grips it in his hand. She lets out a quiet shriek at the feeling, and he suppresses a moan from how she feels in his hand.

“Hyunjin,” She says his name quietly as a warning, but he only grips it harder, giving it a light smack before letting go completely.

“Here is your table,” The host gestures towards the table right by the river, “Please, take a moment to look through the menu and your waitress will be here shortly. Would you like to start off with any wine?”

“Yes, we’d love to,” Hyunjin replies before Y/N can, ignoring the glare she sends him and pulling her chair out for her, “We’ll take a bottle of Chianti, please.”

“Perfect,” He nods politely, “I’ll get that out right away. Please, make yourselves comfortable, and we will be with you shortly.”

Hyunjin bows politely, offering him a thank you as Y/N sits down in her chair with a small huff. He grins, amused, walking over to his side of the table and sitting down. She’s still glaring at him, and she looks so fucking cute.

Sigh. He’s so down bad.

“I thought we agreed no more fancy wine.”

“It’s dinner, jagiya,” Hyunjin replies, pouring them both some water, “We have to have wine at dinner. Adds to the aesthetic, you know?”

Y/N sighs, shaking her head in amusement, glancing down to look at the menu. She frowns, and Hyunjin already knows what’s about to come out of her mouth.

“This is expensive,” She mumbles, glancing back at him.

“It’s fine,” He tries to brush it off, directing his attention to the waitress who’s now pouring wine in each of their glasses. She introduces herself, and Hyunjin nods politely, thanking her quietly.

Y/N watches her walk away, and then she’s looking back at him. “Hyunjin,” She starts, exasperated, and he quickly interrupts her.

“It’s fine, jagiya,” He stresses the words out, taking a sip of his wine. She’s watching him intently, and he can tell she’s uncomfortable. He sighs, placing the glass back down, “I want to do this for you. It’s a miracle you even agreed to come here with me in the first place. I like you, I want to spoil you some, so, please, let me.”

She bites her lip softly, and he’s drawn to the action. Her lips are a deep red, glossy, looking so inviting, and he really, really wants to kiss her right now. There’s nobody around, anyway, so what’s stopping him?

“I like you, too,” She says quietly, shyly, and he’s leaning over the table to place his lips on hers before he can think anything of it.

The words make him feel fuzzy inside, and he’s moving his lips against hers so gently, so passionately. She kisses him back almost instantly, and he smiles into her mouth, pulling back slowly, licking his lips as he glances down at her.

“Mhm, you taste so good, jagiya,” He mumbles, watching her neck turn the same exact shade as her pretty blush. He pecks her lips one more time just because he wants to before leaning back into his seat, straightening up like nothing even happened.

It feels good to kiss her so freely like this, without having to worry about where they are or who will see. He had booked the entire restaurant to himself in order to ensure privacy for this reason specifically. He wanted her to feel comfortable and he wanted her to enjoy herself, because she deserves it.

She deserves everything. If only she’d let him give her that.

“I was expecting this place to be crowded,” She glances around a bit, most likely taking everything in. The view was beautiful, he really can’t blame her. That’s one of the reasons he chose this place.

He hums in agreement, watching her look around in slight awe. Suddenly, she slows to a stop, flickering her eyes back at him.

The dining room was empty, every table is perfectly set up, candles are flickering against crisp white linen, fresh roses decorated on every table. A grand piano was playing softly in one corner, though the pianist was hidden from their view.

There wasn’t another guest anywhere in sight. He already knows what she’s about to ask.

She looks around once, twice, then slowly back towards him. “Where is everyone?”

He rubs the back of his neck. He knew she’d catch on. She always does.

“Sooo…”

She raises a brow, waiting. He bites his lip cheekily, shrugging his shoulders, “I booked the entire place for us. No big deal.”

Her mouth slowly opens, “You booked… the entire restaurant?”

“It seemed like the easiest solution.”

“Easiest?”

He sighs slouching back into his seat a little, fingers tracing the stem of his wine glass, “I just wanted you to be able to relax, Y/N. I know you’re still worried every time we go somewhere in public, so I wanted to make things better for you. For us.”

Her eyes drift back towards the river, to the candlelight, to the empty terrace waiting for them, and then back to him. “This is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me,” She says quietly, reaching out to grab ahold of his hand, “Thank you, Hyunjin. Seriously, thank you. For everything.”

She smiles at him, and it’s genuine and lovely and everything that makes him feel all mushy inside. And as she smiles at him from across the table, still holding his hand, he realizes that no amount of privacy, expensive dinners, or reserved restaurants had ever been what he actually wanted.

He only wanted this—an evening where she chose to sit across from him, and nowhere else.

The waitress comes back to re-introduce herself, to ask them if they need anything, and Hyunjin orders Bruschetta for them to share. Y/N doesn’t argue, doesn’t try to tell him they don’t need it, doesn’t remove her hand from his. She simply lets him, her shoulders relaxing significantly.

It wasn’t until the waitress walks away that Y/N lifts her glass of wine up with her free hand, smiling at him, “To Florence.”

“To second chances,” He replies lightly, their glasses clinking against each other ever so softly.

For a while, they simply enjoy the evening. They enjoy fresh pasta, sea bass, wine—lots of wine. Hyunjin drinks enough to where his head starts to spin ever so lightly and his face starts to feel hot.

Fuck, he’s drunk. And judging by how giggly and touchy Y/N is currently being, she is, too.

“I still can’t believe Chan and Kat managed to keep this entire thing from us,” Y/N giggles, her foot slowly traveling up and down his right leg. It’s driving him crazy, and he’s been trying to ignore it for the past thirty minutes.

“I can,” Hyunjin replies, feeling his throat go warm once he takes another sip of his wine, “Chan lies by omission. He just conveniently forgets information. Like, always.”

“Kat, too!” She exclaims loudly, leaning in towards him as she slams her hands on the table, “She is almost as insufferable as you! Her and Chan are literally the same person. Two peas in a pod.”

Hyunjin hums, “I guarantee they planned this.” And thank fuck they did.

“Yeah, they probably had a spreadsheet. Color-coordinated and everything. With timelines.”

Her words are slightly slurred, and it’s so fucking endearing. She’s so fucking endearing. “That seems excessive.”

“It is, but it’s Kat,” She runs her foot up his leg once more, and if she does it one more time, he might end up climbing over this table and force her to stop.

Hyunjin takes another sip of his wine to distract himself from the heat currently traveling up his entire body. He always feels like his body is on fire every time he’s around Y/N, but right now, it’s ten times worse.

“She keeps looking at you.”

Hyunjin blinks, confused, placing his wine glass down on the table, “Who?”

“The waitress,” Y/N nods to her left, and Hyunjin glances over to see her quickly put her head down, obviously being caught staring. He watches her for a second before she ends up glancing back up at him, only for her to quickly away once she was caught.

“Ariana?”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were on a first name basis with our waitress,” Y/N grumbles in front of him, a slight frown on her lips as she focuses her attention on their waitress who’s still looking at him. One look at her, and he already knows she’s jealous.

The fact that she’s currently glaring down the waitress with her arms across her chest has him grinning mischievously. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting her to get jealous, considering the lifestyle he currently lives in, so this was a pleasant surprise. And he’d be lying if he said he hates it.

He wants her obsessed with him the same way he’s obsessed with her.

Hyunjin hums, leaning back into his chair, spreading his legs a little as he politely gestures for Ariana to come over to their table. Y/N notices instantly, snapping her head over towards him, the glare previously directed at Ariana now directed at him.

“Ariana,” He says her name politely, his grin widening once he feels Y/N kick his leg underneath the table.

Her face flushes into a deep red, stuttering out a, “Y-yes, sir?”

“Could you do something for me?” He asks gently, the side of his face blazing with Y/N’s hot gaze.

Ariana nods enthusiastically, and Hyunjin can tell that she’s doing her best to remain calm and professional. She’s shaking a little, and Hyunjin feels bad, but he has to do this so he can finally get what he wants.

He gestures for her to come closer, and she does slowly, in a mix of blushes and shakes and rapid breaths. He feels another kick to his leg, and it only adds to that flame inside him that’s only growing bigger by the minute.

“Can you give us a little bit of privacy, please? Maybe about thirty minutes or so? I’d greatly appreciate it.” He asks quietly, soft enough to where Y/N couldn’t hear him, innocent enough to where she wouldn’t suspect anything.

“O-oh, of course!” Ariana stutters out a reply, smiling down at him politely, “I will come check on you then. Enjoy!”

Hyunjin smiles out a thank you, watching as she walks away from them. He can still feel Y/N glaring at him, boring holes into the side of his face. She huffs in annoyance, probably to get his attention, but he doesn’t turn around. Not yet.

She grumbles something, no doubt cursing him out, and he bites back a grin. It wasn’t until Ariana had walked through the doors and was completely out of sight that he turns around to face her. She looks pissed off.

Perfect.

“Something wrong, jagiya?”

Y/N scoffs, angrily snatching up her wine glass and taking a nice, long sip, all while still shooting daggers into his skull.

Hyunjin leans up, resting his elbows on the table in front of them, humming lightly as he toys with the bottom of his lip with his fingertips, “Do you want to know what I told her?”

“No,” She replies quickly, obviously lying, and he smirks once she shifts a little in her seat, “I don’t care. Just seems a little rude to flirt with someone else when you’re on a date with me.”

Date. The word has his heart racing, and that giddiness he was feeling earlier only intensifies. He definitely sees this as a date, and he’s fucking ecstatic that she sees it the same.

Hyunjin cocks his head to the side, studying her intently, holding her gaze, “Wasn’t flirting. Was just asking her if she’d give us some privacy for a bit.”

“Privacy?” Her eyes narrow in on him, slightly confused, “F-for what?”

He leans in closer towards her, close enough that he can feel the warmness of her soft breaths against his lips. The candle is flickering below him, casting a perfect glow on her, adding more warmth to his body that’s already up in flames. She visibly gulps, her eyes glancing down towards his lips once, twice, before meeting his gaze. She’s nervous, he can tell, but there’s also something else there. Something that tends to darken his soul and consume every single inch of his skin.

He picks up his fork, twirling it in the air a couple times before dropping it to the floor. It lands with a soft clink.

“Oops,” He shrugs his shoulders, a shit-eating grin on his face, “Guess I better pick that up.”

Before she can even say anything, he’s pushing his seat back and standing up, his eyes darkening as she gaps up at him. “H-hyunjin… what…”

A strangled noise leaves her mouth once he drops down to his knees to climb underneath the table, lifting the white linen up to start crawling towards her. She shrieks quietly, her legs squeezing together so tightly as she attempts to scoot her chair back. He places his hands on her thighs, halting her movements, giving them a soft slap.

“I told you you’d get your chance at dinner. It’s dinner,” He smirks, rubbing the soft, plush skin of her thighs, “Now spread those legs for me, jagiya. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

She instantly obeys, spreading them wide, even going as far as to scoot to the edge of her seat. Hyunjin groans at how eager she is for him, bunching her dress up as high as it will go, the red lace of her thong barely covering her pussy, an obvious wet patch sitting right in the center.

“Hyunjin,” She gasps his name quietly, and he hums, fingers tracing up and down her clothed core as he licks his lips. Fuck, she’s perfect for him. So perfect.

“Yes, jagiya?”

“Please,” She squirms a bit more, her hands coming underneath the tablecloth to grip at his hair. She gives it a harsh tug, and he moans at the slight sting.

“Please, what?”

He leans in closer, licking a long stripe up her clothed core, groaning at the slight taste that grazes his tongue. She shivers above him, her body jerking, and he spreads her legs even further apart. Her panties cling to her pussy, barely covering her from him, wet and begging for him to get a proper taste.

She whimpers out his name, pulling his face closer to her pussy, tugging his hair harder, and Hyunjin groans lowly. He pulls his head back as she slightly loosens her grip, and then he’s grabbing ahold of the band of her panties, jerking it upwards, cursing at the sight of her pussy lips peeking out of the fabric.

“You know I like when you use your words, jagiya. You should know this by now.” He says lowly, the sound of her gasping and moaning ringing in his ears. He pulls a little tighter, and she’s squirming everywhere, hands gripping tightly at his hair.

She chokes out his name, and he hums, leaning in closer towards her, “I’ll say this again. Please what? What do you want from me, jagiya?”

“Y-you,” She gasps out, begging, pleading, “Please, Hyunjin. Please make me cum.”

He could have her beg a little more, have her moaning and crying and crumbling until he finally gives in, but he thinks he might die if he doesn’t taste her within the next five seconds.

He slides her panties to the side quickly, leaning in, eagerly licking up her pussy. She whines softly, lying her ankles on his back to push him forward, hands tugging his hair so hard that he’d be surprised if she didn’t pull some of his hair out. The taste of her on his tongue and the grip she has on his head causes his eyes to roll in the back of his head, a throaty groan falling from his lips. He could cum like this.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” He mumbles to himself, eyes mesmerized by how wet and pink she looks. Her pussy is glistening, so pretty and warm and perfect, and he’s leaning back in without a second thought, fucking his tongue into her.

“Hyunjin… fuck…” She whines softly, pulling his head even harder against her. He moans into her, lapping up and down and all around her pussy before flicking his tongue against her clit. She gasps, hips jerking off the chair, and he holds her hip down with one hand, his other trailing down to slip two fingers inside of her.

They slide in with ease, because of course they do. She’s drenching his face, drenching his fingers, moaning and withering above him like a good fucking girl. His good fucking girl.

“O-oh, Hyunjin, f-fuck… feels so good,” She moans out so sweetly, riding his face like she owns him. And she does. Fuck, she does. “Your mouth is so good. Always so good. Makes me cum so fast.”

His cock is rock hard in his pants. He feels like he’s going to bust if she doesn’t stop talking.

“Hyunjin, Hyunjin, yes, yes,” She chants the words over and over again, and fuck, he’s getting so close. Embarrassingly close to coming in his fucking pants.

He takes his left hand off of her hip to palm at his hard cock through his pants, desperate to relieve some of the pressure. It feels good, but it’s not enough, and he almost wants to just take his cock out so he can stroke it properly and cum all over her pussy.

Fuck. Now he’s thinking of his load coating her wet pussy and how pretty she’d look taking it. Maybe he’d fuck it into her, or maybe he’d lean down and lick it right the fuck up, tasting both of them on his tongue.

The thought has his pulse racing and his fingers thrusting faster inside her as he grabs his cock through his pants. He adds a third finger, maintaining a quick and steady pace as he flicks his tongue repeatedly over her swollen clit.

“Yes, yes, yes, right there, please, don’t stop,” She chokes out a sob, pulling and tugging and grinding even harder against him. He hums against her, sucking and licking and fucking her harder, and he sees stars once she calls out his name in a mix of pleas and whines and everything he loves to hear as she drenches his entire face.

He pulls his mouth back with a soft gasp, eyes instantly drawn to where she’s currently squirting all over his chin. He watches in awe, sticking his tongue out, moaning at the taste of her, wanting nothing more than to lick up every last drop of what she’s giving him.

“Yeah, jagiya, just like that,” He smirks, his fingers still thrusting inside of her as he works her through it, “Mhm, yeah. You’re coming so hard for me. Making such a mess all over me. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

One last tug against his cock and he’s doing just that. The mix of her taste and the sounds she’s making and how swollen and puffy her clit is—it’s enough to send him completely over the edge, and he’s shooting his load all in his pants and underwear, groaning loudly as he throws his head back, mouth gaped open in pure bliss.

He curses lowly, his fingers slipping out of her with a lewd sound that only heightens to his orgasm. He’s coming and coming and coming, the only thing on his mind being Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.

She whimpers his name out above him, her legs tense as she tries to close them, but he isn’t having any of that. He leans his mouth back in, lapping up every bit of her, marveling at the taste of her. Fuck, he can’t stop. He doesn’t want to stop. But he’s pretty sure he’s close to his thirty minutes of privacy being up, so he has to.

He groans in annoyance, resting his forehead against her inner thigh as he takes in a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He stays there for a few seconds before lifting his head up, trying to ignore the way her pussy is just begging for him to stuff it full with his cock. Now is not the time nor place for that, as much as it drives him crazy not to.

He pecks a quick kiss to her center before gently pulling her dress back down and crawling back out from underneath the table. He feels a little light-headed once he stands up to his full height, his knees and back throbbing a little from the uncomfortable position, but it was worth it. So fucking worth it.

“Are you okay?” He manages to pant out, seeing the dazed expression she has. Her eyes are glistening with tears, mascara running down her face, her chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath. He can feel his cock thickening in his pants once again but he can’t even be ashamed by that.

She glances down, probably noticing the giant wet patch and slight bulge that’s only growing by the second. No, she definitely notices, considering the way she’s practically undressing him with her eyes, and he finds himself reaching down to grab at his cock, wincing slightly as he very poorly adjusts himself in front of her.

Her eyes darken, and he’s about to ask the question again, when her voice stops him.

“Take me home, Hyunjin.”

He tries to blink through the slight haze he’s still in, a little confused at what she means by that. “Huh?”

She leans in, licking her lips as she trails her eyes all over him. She looks like she wants to devour him, and he’s more than happy to let her do whatever the fuck she wants with him.

A loud clear of a throat rings through his ears, and he opens his eyes, seeing Renaldo standing by the car, only reminding him that this is not a dream and someone is actually watching them right now. His expression is unreadable, his eyes flickering down once before returning Hyunjin’s gaze as he cocks an eyebrow.

Something ugly ignites inside his body. He really doesn’t like that he just looked at Y/N like that.

Hyunjin pulls away, and Y/N whines in protest, tilting her head and placing her hands on his face, urging him back towards her lips. He lets himself kiss her back for a few seconds before he’s pulling away again, his hands coming up to softly grab at her hands.

“Jagiya, hold on,” He tells her quietly, another roll of her hips causing his eyes to roll in the back of his head. She doesn’t reply, choosing instead to kiss down the column of his throat before settling on the side of his neck. He hums, basking in the feeling of her lips on his skin, tilting his head to shoot a glare at Renaldo who’s still watching them.

“Do you mind?” Hyunjin snaps, hands resting on her ass in attempts to cover it from his view.

He doesn’t say anything, which only adds to his frustration. Sure, maybe making out in the backseat of this Range Rover with the door still wide open isn’t the best idea, but Hyunjin didn’t get in a say in this. As soon as they walked outside and he opened the door for her, she was shoving him into the car and climbing on top of him, not really giving him a choice in the matter. But fuck if he was going to complain about it.

Hyunjin sighs, knowing he needs to think with his head right now and not his dick, “Okay, I apologize. I’ll pay you extra if you don’t say a word about this, close the door, put the partition up, and drive a little over the speed-limit to get us back to the hotel. Deal?”

The driver simply blinks at him, and Hyunjin groans loudly, his hands tightening around her ass as she licks and sucks around his chin, “Please? I’ll pay you whatever you want!”

Renaldo rolls his eyes, still not saying a word, before finally slamming the door shut. Hyunjin sighs in relief, although the breath of air he releases quickly gets caught in his lungs once Y/N starts eagerly unbuckling his belt.

“Wanna suck your cock,” She mouths at the side of his jaw, her words causing his dick to twitch in his pants, “Lift up for me.”

He does, and she instantly slides his underwear and pants half-way down his legs, his cock slapping freely against his stomach. He groans, spreading his long legs as far as they’ll go in this backseat as she shimmies her way down and in-between his legs.

“Oh, fuck,” He whimpers out once she licks a long stripe up his cock before circling his tip with her tongue. His hips buck into her mouth, his head rolling to the side. Thankfully, the partition is rolled up and the car is now moving, finally giving them some privacy. Well, he thinks the car is moving. It might just be his head still spinning.

He doesn’t have too much time to dwell on that, though, his eyes rolling into the back of his head once she takes him in the back of her throat. “O-oh, fuck yes, just like that,” He’s panting out as she deep throats him just how he likes it, slurping and licking and quite literally sucking the soul out of his body.

He shifts a little on the seat, his hands coming out to rest on the seat beneath him in attempts to catch himself from falling out of the seat. Either his driver is driving recklessly just for shits and giggles, or he’s actually speeding down the highway. He doesn’t care which one it is, as long as it gets them home safely where he can fuck her into his mattress.

“Oh, baby, fuck,” He’s blabbering out a mix of complete nonsense, high on adrenaline, high on the feeling of her lips wrapped around his cock. She moans, the sound sending vibrations up his dick and straight into his balls, and it has him seeing stars for a second. “Yeah, keep doing that. Keep sucking me just like that. Fuck, you’re such a good girl. My good fucking girl.”

He grips his hair, pulling and tugging at it, throwing his head back onto the seat as she jacks him off quickly, her mouth sucking hard at his tip. And then she’s licking a stripe down his cock and towards his balls, taking them greedily into her mouth, jacking him off even faster.

“Oh fuck. Oh shit,” He gasps out, feeling like he’s about to burst all over these seats, his vision growing blurry as he jerks his hips up. Fuck, he’s going to cum. Again. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, fuck.”

She’s popping off his cock with a low moan, his impending orgasm disappearing just as quickly as it came. He looks down, his eyes instantly drawn to Y/N whose now kissing and sucking against his inner thighs, her hand tightly wrapped around the base of his cock. His cock that is hard as stone, angry, and leaking.

He can’t help the frustrated groan that falls from his lips, “Y/N… stop fucking around. Put my cock back in your mouth.”

“Don’t want you to cum yet,” She gives one last kiss to his thigh before straddling his legs, his cock standing tall between them, “Want you to cum from my pussy, not my mouth.”

He feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. All prior annoyance he felt was now gone as he lets out a needy whine, rutting his hips, “Oh, yes, fuck, please.”

She’s kissing him again, rubbing herself against him, the friction of her lace panties grazing against his cock driving him insane. Why didn’t he take those off again?

She’s pulling back, biting her lip through a grin, her hands coming up to rest on the back of his neck, “Pull my panties to the side so I can fuck you, Hyunnie.”

He does, in a mix of harsh pants and wide eyes and shaky hands, her pussy glistening with her arousal. He groans at the sight, “Fuck… please. Fuck me, please!”

He’s fisting the base of his cock as she lifts herself up, his other hand gripping onto her hip as he helps to guide her on him. He feels like he’s drooling once she starts slowly easing herself down on his cock, her hands moving to rest on his chest. He curses lowly, hands working to bunch up her dress as far as it will go, wanting nothing more than to watch her swallow him whole. His hands are still shaking, pants and moans falling from his lips as he struggles to hold her dress up, eyes focusing on her pussy that’s drenching his entire cock.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” He chants over and over as she keeps sliding down onto him, knocking the breath out of his lungs.

She takes him to the hilt, and he feels like he’s going to pass out. “S-so… big.” She moans out loudly, biting her lip as she lifts herself off of him once more, only to come back down with enough force that has his entire body shaking, “Forgot how big you are, Hyunnie. Mhm, f-feels so good.”

Please don’t cum. Please don’t cum. Please don’t cum.

“Fuck,” She moans, throwing her head back as she fucks him faster, a breathless laugh falling from her lips, “I can’t wait to cum on this cock.”

“I’m gonna cum if you keep talking,” He strains out, his cock glistening with her arousal with every lift of her hips. The sight is so lewd he has to look away, and he throws his head back against the seat.

“Hm, baby, that’s the whole point,” She smirks at him, fingers dancing up to the side of his neck before she wraps her hand around his throat. It’s just enough pressure that has him seeing stars once more, and his mouth falls open in a choked moan, his balls tightening.

“You’ve taken such great care of me this week, Hyunnie,” She purrs, leaning her body down to kiss the side of his mouth, “Let me take care of you now.”

Fuck yes. Use him, destroy him, fuck him.

He doesn’t reply, he can’t reply. Because now she’s bouncing up and down on his cock like it’s the only thing she knows how to do, moaning his name, fucking him faster. She’s drenching his thighs, drenching his cock, grip tightening on his neck with each delicious lift of her hips. Her pussy is so wet, her ass slapping against his balls with each bounce on his cock. He wants so badly to lean his head up and watch her fall apart on his cock, but his head is still spinning and his balls feel so heavy he genuinely thinks he’ll explode if he does.

“Mhm, so good,” She moans, the pressure in his balls only growing heavier, “So good. I love your cock, Hyunnie. Missed this so much. Missed you… so much.”

“Oh fuck,” He chokes out, because did she just say she missed him?

“Missed the way you felt inside me. How quickly you lose control around me. How pretty you look when you cum from my pussy,” She pants out, fucking him harder, “Did you fuck anyone else after me? Make anyone else your dirty little secret?”

Her grip tightens around his neck, and it’s enough to send a jolt of electricity up his dick, reminding him she just asked him a question and she wants him to answer. “Fuck. Y-yes. No.” Really, he doesn’t even know what he’s saying, at this point.

“Yes? No?” She breathes out, grinding on his cock, “Which is it?”

“Y-yes. I did, but wasn’t satisfied,” He barely gets the words out, too distracted by how she’s grinding her clit against his pelvis, her tits spilling out of the dress. He feels his mouth water at the sight, “W-wasn’t rough enough. Wasn’t you. Always thought about you.”

“Mhm,” She hums, slightly loosening her grip on his throat, “Did they make you cum?”

“Yes,” He squeezes his eyes shut, sweat forming in his hairline and dripping down his forehead, “T-they did, but it was never enough.”

God, this is mortifying for him to even be admitting this, but it only turns him on even more. He must be sick in the head.

“Of course it wasn’t,” She picks up her pace again, lifting herself back up to fuck into him. The feeling has him trembling everywhere, the squelching sound her pussy is making with every lift of her hips driving him crazy, and he whines her name out, pleading.

She leans her body down, ghosting her lips against his ear, and he shivers, “Don’t worry, baby. I’m here now, and I’ll make sure you cum so hard from my pussy you won’t even remember their names.”

“Oh, please,” He whines out loudly, not even caring how pathetic he sounds, because holy shit!

“Are you gonna cum for me, Hyunnie?”

He responds in Korean, in a mix of whimpers and whines, babbling his head off, begging, feeling like he’s about to black the fuck out.

“Hmmm, yeah. I’m gonna cum all over your big cock.”

And fuck, she is.

Her hips stutter as she calls out his name, and the feeling of her pussy clenching around him is enough to send him completely over the edge. She loosens her grip on his neck and he gasps out for air, legs tensing up once she lifts off of his cock, replacing her pussy with her hand as she quickly jacks him off.

“Cum, baby. Cum on me.”

“Oh fuck,” He cries out, his legs shaking as his body quite literally convulses, “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.”

Hyunjin feels like he’s floating. He’s got to be floating, stuck in a complete bubble of bliss. His body feels numb, and his heart feels whole, and the ringing in his ears only grows louder with each second that passes.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been out, until he suddenly regains full consciousness, a pair of warm lips peppering kisses all over his neck. Did he just black out? Fuck, that’s embarrassing.

“I missed you,” She mumbles into his skin, her fingers caressing his hair. There’s those words again—I missed you. Except this time, when she says it, he’s sobered up a bit to where he can actually form a coherent reply.

“You did?” He hates the vulnerability in his voice when he asks that.

“I did,” She stuffs her face into the side of his neck, his arms pulling her closer on top of him, “Not just this, but… you. I just missed you.”

Hyunjin swallows thickly, his mouth going dry. The car is still moving, their bodies bumping together with every movement it makes. He can feel every breath she releases into his neck, can feel how rapid her heartbeat is, and it brings him a sense of calm he’s always yearned to have.

“I’m really glad you reached out,” She admits softly, placing a quick kiss on his skin. He can feel his pulse drumming in his ears. “I’ve never… I’ve never stopped thinking about you. About the night we had together. I was always hoping we’d find each other again, and we did. But I’m just…”

Her voice catches in her throat, and he glances down at her, shifting a little on the seat. “Hey,” He whispers softly, placing his fingers on her chin, forcing her to look up at him, “It’s okay. I get it. I feel the same way, jagiya. You’ve got no idea.”

She’s looking at him with an unreadable expression, and something strange settles in his chest. She’s gazing at him so intensely that he hates he can’t figure out what she’s actually thinking. Is she regretting everything? Is she freaking out? He genuinely has no idea, and it’s driving him insane. He’s about to pry further, when she suddenly interrupts him.

“I’m just… giddy. And still slightly tipsy,” She giggles softly, bringing his face down towards hers, lightly brushing her lips against his, “And I can’t believe we just fucked in the backseat of your driver’s car.”

“This wasn’t where I wanted it to happen again, but I don’t regret it. At all.”

And it’s true. Naturally, he wanted to fuck her in the privacy of his hotel bed where she’d be comfortable and he could take his time with her, not the in backseat of his drivers car where there was limited time and space. But shit happens, and Hyunjin simply can’t help it when Y/N’s being so sexy and needy for him. His dick can’t help it, either, apparently.

“I don’t care where it is, as long as it’s with you. This was perfect. You’re perfect, Hyunjin.”

And there she goes again with her words that make his entire body feel all mushy.

The words are at the top of his tongue. She’s kissing his neck, kissing the side of his face, running her hands through his long hair, and the words are begging to come out.

Come to Seoul with me.

He wants to say it so bad, but something is stopping him. Maybe it’s the underlying fear of rejection, of saying that and losing her completely. She says she likes him, calls him perfect, kisses him and touches him like he’s hers. And in his head, he is. But what if she doesn’t see it that way? What if this is just a spur in the moment thing for her?

She shifts against him, brushing her knee against his softening cock. The movement causes him to let out a quiet groan, previous thoughts now forgotten, his grip tightening on her waist. “Oh, did you like that?” She smirks down at him, biting her lip softly. He feels his dick twitch at the sound of her voice, and she glances down, a soft giggle falling from her lips, “Hm, looks like your dick does.”

She does it again, and to his horror, his dick comes alive once again. What the fuck? He’s already came twice in the span of a little over an hour.

“Anything you do makes me hard, jagiya.” He admits painfully, feeling heat creeping up on the back of his neck. There’s no point in lying—it’s true. And from the pleased expression she’s currently sporting, he knows she already knows that.

She’s kissing him again, tilting his head as she slips her tongue inside his mouth. He opens for her instantly, groaning into her mouth, his hands wandering all down her back and to her ass where he grabs both cheeks in his hands.

“God, I love this ass,” He pants out, moaning at the feeling of it jiggling perfectly in his hands, “Wanna watch it bounce for me when I fuck you.”

And fuck, he does. He still thinks about how her ass looked when he fucked her into the mattress in her dorm four years ago. He hates that he had to think about that whenever he’d fuck someone else in the same position just to get off. Hyunjin thinks all women are beautiful, but it’s something about the curves on Y/N’s body that really reels him in and drives him to complete insanity.

He gives it a quick smack, and she’s bucking her hips forward, rubbing against his cock so deliciously. She gasps into his mouth, tightening her grip on the back of his head, “H-how much longer until we get back to the hotel?”

Hyunjin grins, pleased that she’s just as desperate and riled up as he is. He’s leaning over to knock on the partition that’s separating them to ask, when the car comes to an abrupt stop, his grip tightening around her waist so she doesn’t roll off of him.

“Looks like we’re there now,” He chuckles, giving her a quick kiss before helping her sit up. It’s just then that he realizes his dick is still out, leaking pre-cum, hard as fuck, and he sighs in annoyance before quickly tucking his dick back into his dress pants. There’s cum on his shirt—his cum on his shirt—and he’s pretty sure there’s some on the seats as well, but whatever. He’s paying Renaldo extra anyway.

“Fix your dress, jagiya,” He mumbles, leaning up to slide the straps of her dress back up her shoulders, “Don’t want anyone seeing you like that.”

Her face flushes, and she’s clumsily stuffing her breasts back into the dress from when they spilled out earlier. Hyunjin watches her fix herself with shaky hands and blown-out pupils, and he bites his bottom lip, really trying to control himself right now.

A harsh knock on the window causes Y/N to jump slightly, and once he’s satisfied with her appearance and that she’s not showing too much skin, he clears his throat, running a hand through his hair.

“Yes?”

“Decent?” Renaldo’s voice is heard from outside the car, directly behind Y/N’s body.

“Yes. All good.” He replies loudly, smirking at Y/N once he sees how embarrassed she now looks. She’s desperately trying to fix her hair, patting down her dress, wiping underneath her eyes, and he leans forward, grabbing ahold of the back of her neck, bringing her face close to his.

“You look perfect, jagiya,” He whispers hoarsely, “Thoroughly fucked and absolutely perfect. Everyone here is going to know you’re mine. And you are, aren’t you?”

She nods, lips parting ever so slightly, and he hums, grip only tightening on the back of her neck once the door opens behind her. “Good girl. Now, get out of the car so I can take you to my room and fuck you properly.”

He lets go of her, and she scrambles to get out of the car, almost tripping over her heels and face planting on the ground. Thankfully, Renaldo catches her, being careful as to not let his gaze linger too long on her, much to Hyunjin’s relief. He must’ve gotten the hint earlier.

Hyunjin steps out once she’s fully balanced, his hand instantly grabbing onto the back of her neck once again. She’s swaying a little, clutching her purse so tightly that her knuckles are turning white, gazing at him with a look that screams fuck me. He glances over at Renaldo who’s staring at him with a bored expression, one eyebrow raised. Hyunjin knows he looks like a complete mess with cum stained on his shirt and the crotch of his pants, zipper un-zipped and belt hanging down his waist. Thankfully, it’s dark as shit out here, and they’re at a private entrance where it’d be difficult for any paparazzi to find them.

He grins at Renaldo, reaching into his pocket to grab a wad of euros, counting a stack out before handing it to him. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” Hyunjin pats him on his back once he grabs the money from him, turning back towards Y/N, hurriedly leading her into the back doors.

“H-Hyunjin. Can you slow down?” She breathes out quietly, almost tripping on the rug once he shoves her forward.

He doesn’t reply, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor as they wait on the elevator doors to open. “These heels are hard to walk in. Do you want me to fall?”

“Do you want me to shove my cock down your throat? Because that’s what’s going to happen if you don’t stop complaining.”

She whimpers beside him, very obviously rubbing her thighs together. He feels his cock grow even thicker in his pants at how needy she is for him right now. He knows for a fact that she’s wet, dripping down that poor excuse of a thong she’s wearing, and he’s tempted to get on knees and find out, until the brief ping of the elevator catches his attention.

The door opens and he’s shoving her inside. She stumbles, catching herself on the wall behind her, and he’s quickly hitting his floor button and shutting the elevator back before turning towards her. Her hair is messed up, makeup running down her face so beautifully, gazing at him with an expression that has his stomach turning.

“What the hell, Hyunjin—“

He’s cutting her off quickly, practically pouncing on her before she can even finish her sentence, mouth roughly moving against hers. She moans in his mouth, hands coming up to grip at his hair, tugging and pulling him even closer. His hands are back on her ass, urging her to rock into him. He’s panting into her mouth once she lets go of the back of his head to quickly slip her hands inside his pants.

He breaks the kiss, glancing down, “What are you—“

She’s down on her knees with his dick in her mouth before he can even blink, slurping and sucking and bobbing her head up and down. “F-fuck,” He curses lowly, planting his hands on the wall in front of him to steady himself, slowly rocking his hips forward as she takes him completely down her throat.

She gags around him, her throat constricting around his dick, and he’s throwing his head back with a loud groan, feeling like he’s about black out once again.

“Fuck, jagiya. You couldn’t wait just a few more minutes? You just had to have my cock down your throat, didn’t you? Such a slut for it, aren’t you?”

She nods, taking him even deeper, and he growls out another curse before he’s snapping his hips forward, fucking her mouth just like he’s about to fuck her pussy. “Mhm, sound so pretty when you choke on my cock, jagiya,” He pants out, snapping his hips even faster. His balls start to feel heavy, and as much as it pains him, he has to stop so he doesn’t cum all in her mouth.

“Fuck,” He hisses once he abruptly slides his dick out of her mouth, a long string of spit falling beautifully from her lips. The elevator door opens right as he messily tucks his dick back into his pants. He grabs her shoulders, helping her stand on wobbly legs before he rushes them both out of the elevator and down the hall to his room.

His hands and mouth are all over her once they finally make it inside his hotel room. He kicks the door shut as he guides her backwards, giving her ass one more squeeze before shoving her onto the mattress. She falls back with a loud gasp, and Hyunjin’s on his knees and bunching up her dress without another thought, roughly sliding her hips off the bed.

“H-Hyunjin,” She calls his name out breathlessly, legs opening wide for him as he settles in-between her. He lowers his head to her pussy, groaning in annoyance when he sees her soaked thong.

“Fuck this shit,” He growls before ripping it in half, tossing it behind him carelessly. Finally.

“Hyunjin! Seriously—“

Her words turn into a loud moan once his mouth sucks hard around her clit, fucking her open with three of his fingers. She’s so wet already that she easily takes it, squirming and fucking her hips on his mouth, moaning out his name so sweetly.

She clenches around his fingers, and he slides them out, licking a long stripe up her pussy before biting against her swollen clit. “F-fuck, Hyunjin!”

He stands up suddenly, hands quickly working to un-button his shirt as he gazes down at her. “Take your dress off,” He commands lowly, throwing the fabric somewhere behind him as he kicks his pants and underwear off his legs. She gapes up at him, rubbing her thighs together.

He grabs his dick in his hands, giving it a few strokes, “Take your fucking dress off, jagiya. Now.”

She sits up, quickly sliding the straps down her shoulders before attempting to slide the entire dress down her body. She’s struggling, he can tell, and he fucks himself faster as he watches her.

“I swear to God, if I make myself cum before I can even fuck you…” He trails off in annoyance, and she whimpers, finally getting the dress down to her knees.

Hyunjin doesn’t even wait for her to completely get it off before he’s grabbing her hips, quickly flipping her onto her stomach. The shriek she starts to let out gets caught in her throat once he drags her to the edge of the bed, planting her feet on the floor behind her.

“Spread,” He says lowly, and she obeys instantly, spreading her legs as wide as they’ll go. He groans once she arches her back, spreading her pussy for him, and he places his hands on her ass, roughly kneading it in his hands.

“You want my cock, jagiya? Want me to fuck this pretty pussy?”

“Mhm, yes, fuck,” She moans into the mattress, wiggling her hips towards him, “Want it… so bad. Please, fuck me, Hyunnie! Please, please, please!”

The brief thought of a condom passes through his mind as he watches her arousal coat the head of his dick. But it’s just that—brief. Logically, he knows it’s safer to pop a condom on. He’s always wore one whenever he slept with someone, having learned his lesson the first time it happened when he got in huge trouble with his manager four years ago. He’s always used a condom, except for when it came to her.

And right now, with her pussy dripping down her thighs, he just can’t be bothered with it. He didn’t use one earlier, anyway, so does it really matter?

Of course it does. But he tells himself it doesn’t.

He’s fucking into her without another thought, bottoming out completely. She moans loudly, hands clawing at the silk bedsheets beneath her, and Hyunjin’s mouth opens with a silent curse. She’s so tight and wet around him, she’s always so tight and wet around him.

“You’re insatiable,” He breathes out, bringing his hips back just to snap back into her with more force than before. Her body jolts at the action, a choked gasp falling from her lips. He watches her ass bounce off his cock with each thrust forward, so plump and so perfect.

“I can’t get enough of you, jagiya,” He grunts, fucking her harder, faster, skin slapping against skin, “Fuck, you’re perfect for me. Everything about you… is so perfect for me.”

He spreads her cheeks apart as he snaps his hips forward, eyes focused on his dick fucking into her, seemingly mesmerized. In and out, in and out, in and out. “Your pussy is swallowing my dick, jagiya. You’re being such a good girl for me, laying here and taking what I give you. Does it feel good? Does it feel good to be fucked by me?”

“Mhm, yes, yes, yes! So good, so good!” She’s crying into the mattress, her sobs muffled by the way she’s stuffing her face into one of the pillows on his bed. He grabs ahold of her hair with one hand, twisting and tugging until her back is arched into him and she’s peering up at him through her pretty lashes.

“Let’s try this again, where I can hear you properly,” He leans his face down, skimming his lips across hers, “Tell me again. Does it feel good to be fucked by me?”

He slows down his pace, waiting patiently for his answer. Her eyes are wide, tears falling down her cheeks, and she looks so beautiful. “Y-yes! It f-feels so good! You fuck me… so good! So good! M-make me cum, please!”

He lets go of her head and she’s falling back into the mattress with a choked gasp. He readjusts himself, one hand keeping her back arched, the other gripping her ass, and then he’s fucking into her relentlessly.

“O-oh, Hyunjin, baby, yes, yes, fuck!”

“Only I can make you cum like this, right?” He breathes harshly. Sweat is pooling down his entire body, drops falling onto her skin, only making it ten times more erotic.

“Yes! Yes! Only you, Hyunjin! Only you!”

She’s babbling the same words over and over again as he fucks her rougher, the sound ringing through his ears as a sweet siren. He loves his name from her mouth, loves how sweet and innocent it sounds even when he’s fucking her dumb into his hotel bed.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum!” She cries out, clenching around him so hard that his eyes cross and he sees stars, “Fuck! I’m coming, I’m coming!”

He lets out a string of curses, throwing his head back, eyes screwed shut as she drenches his entire cock like the good girl she is. She’s moaning and crying and thrashing and coming, and it’s all for him.

“Fuck,” He whines out before sliding out of her quickly. He doesn’t even need to jack himself off, his cum shooting onto her perfect ass as soon as he slips out of her. He watches it paint her skin all over her lower back and in-between her asscheeks—the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.

He collapses onto her, holding himself up with his arms so he doesn’t crush her. His body feels weak, his limbs feel numb, and he’s panting into her damp skin on the back of her neck, planting a quick kiss there before burying his face in there. Even after almost three hours of fucking, she still manages to smell so sweet.

She squirms under him, and he rolls off of her, falling onto his back with his legs sprawled off the bed. She’s curling into him instantly, and he welcomes her easily, pulling her body closer to his.

They don’t say anything for a moment. Hyunjin’s glancing up at the ceiling, trying to steady his breathing. He’s focusing on the rapid heartbeat in Y/N’s chest, the steady thump, thump, thump, that only reminds him that she’s real and she’s with him.

Hyunjin had spent years convincing himself that what happened between them had been just one, impossible coincidence—a memory that lingered because neither of them ever got the chance to find out what came after. But now, there was an after.

It was croissants and espresso every morning for breakfast. Long drives and meaningful conversations. Arguments over who paid for what. Coffee and touches in hidden cafés. The sketch he drew of her still folded carefully inside her purse. She hadn’t become less extraordinary after getting to know her even more, she’d become more. So much more.

Hyunjin had met many beautiful people in his life. He’d met kind people, people that piqued his interest, people he’d dated briefly before fame complicated everything. But none of them had made him feel like home.

Come with me to Seoul.

He opens his mouth to say the words again, but nothing comes out. His mouth feels dry, and he tries to swallow down the lump in his throat.

It’s too soon, isn’t it? They’d only had a handful of days together. Surely a few couple days don’t even come close to comparing to a whole life she’s built in New York. He couldn’t ask her to abandon that because he’d suddenly remembered what it was like to want someone so deeply and finally be able to have them.

It’d be selfish of him to ask—so selfish. Yet, he can’t stop thinking about what she’d say if he did.

“I’m clean, by the way.”

Her voice startles him, and he turns his head towards her, “What?”

“You didn’t use a condom,” She says sleepily, her hands rubbing circles on his waist, causing a shiver to run up his spine, “I’m clean. And I have an IUD. Just letting you know.”

“Oh,” He replies dumbly. I guess he should be relieved at that fact. “Me too.”

His eyes widen slightly, “I mean, I’m clean, too. But I don’t have an IUD… obviously.”

She giggles into his skin, curling more into his body, and once again, he feels his mind battling the push and pull of wanting her or leaving it be. But then she’s leaning her head up to kiss him gently, moving her lips against his so softly, and suddenly it doesn’t even feel like an internal battle anymore.

“We should probably shower,” She mumbles into his mouth, fingertips rubbing softly against the side of his face.

“Probably.”

He grabs onto the back of her hands, holding her against him, nuzzling into her touch. Her eyes are closed, a smile tugging on her lips, and she looks beautiful.

She looks like his.

“Stay with me.”

The words come out in a soft whisper before he can stop himself. His breath hitches in his throat once she opens her eyes, the soft flutter of her lashes causing his heart to clench tightly in his chest.

“Okay.” She whispers back.

He noticed her the moment he stepped into the house, before the greetings and whispers that always followed him into rooms like this. She was standing across the room from where he was currently hiding in one of the dark corners like a fucking creep, laughing at something her friend said. It wasn’t the practiced, camera-ready laugh he knew so well, but it was something loose, something genuine. Hyunjin couldn’t hear her laugh over the loud bass of the music, but he imagined it to ring heavenly in his ears.

She had turned towards his direction just slightly, just enough for him to catch the curve of her profile. Her hair was long, falling down to her lower back in soft curls, and Hyunjin watched as she tucked a piece behind her ear, her eyes softening while she listened, like she wasn’t waiting on her turn to speak.

His eyes then wandered down her body, gulping nervously once he really took in her outfit. She was wearing a matching black set with a skirt that was so unbelievably tight that it held very little to imagination. It fit her in all the right ways, tight in areas that made his breathing heavier, and Hyunjin doesn’t think he has ever seen anyone pull off an outfit as well as she did. But, god—she might as well not have worn anything at all because Hyunjin could definitely see the curve of her ass peeking out underneath and he began to sweat a little at the sight.

He swallowed thickly, quickly averting his eyes away so he wasn’t caught looking. Staring is rude, he tells himself, especially when it’s directed at a woman’s curvy body. Rude, rude, rude.

That lasted maybe five seconds before he was looking at her again.

She was brushing her hair back with her fingers again, only for it to fall forward seconds later. Hyunjin watched her huff in slight annoyance, and he found himself grinning in amusement without realizing it.

Hyunjin had been in rooms way louder than this, way brighter than this. He’s been in rooms full of people screaming his name, reaching for him like he was some golden prize, wanting and demanding pieces of him he didn’t always recognize anymore. He knew how exist in those places—how to perform, how to be seen. But this felt different. Here, right now, he was the one looking.

And he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

He frowned slightly at that realization, like he could reason himself out of it. Hyunjin had seen thousands of faces over his lifetime. Beauty was a familiar territory for him—predictable, even. But this, her—this wasn’t that.

To Hyunjin, love was something that was built slowly. It was built through time, through effort, through understanding someone’s worst days as much as their best. But right now, that didn’t feel true—that didn’t feel true at all.

And he just couldn’t stop staring.

“Hyun,” He heard a deep voice call his name behind him. Turning towards the sound quickly, Hyunjin came face-to-face with Chan, holding two red solo cups in his hands, “Here. It’s non-alcoholic. Just wanted to bring you something to fit the scene more.”

Hyunjin took the cup, slightly disappointed that there was no alcohol since he desperately needed some now, but knowing they had to follow the rules. “Thanks.” He mumbled back, taking a long sip, finding that the mystery drink was just regular Coke. Sad.

Chan nodded his head in acknowledgement, taking a sip of his own drink. His eyes danced across the room briefly before landing back on Hyunjin. “So who were you staring at?”

“Huh?” Hyunjin asked, pretending to be oblivious, “Me? I wasn’t staring at anyone. Just taking in my surroundings is all. You know I haven’t been to a…college party before.”

“Hm, yeah,” Chan smirked slightly, not believing him one bit. He knew him too well. “So you just happened to get a hard-on from observing your surroundings, huh?”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened, choking on his drink as he quickly looked down at his dick in panic, internally cursing at himself for getting this worked up over some random girl. Chan suddenly started laughing loudly, Hyunjin looking back up to glare at him, scoffing once he realized what had happened. “Fuck off.” He grumbled, Chan’s giggles now starting to annoy the life out of him. He didn’t think it was funny at all.

Hyunjin took a sip of his Coke aggressively, putting his back towards Chan as he scanned the scene before him once again. Everyone was dancing in the living room, Post Malone blaring on the speakers. Hyunjin wanted to go out and dance but was way too shy—ironic since he’s in a pretty fucking popular pop group. Speaking of said group, why the fuck are they here again?

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Hyunjin suddenly asked, thoughts of being recognized by the students here clouding his mind, making him feel uneasy all of a sudden.

Chan could sense his slight nervousness, placing a hand on his shoulder as a form of comfort, “Yeah, don’t worry so much. We got the okay, so just have some fun, alright?”

Hyunjin sighed, nodding his head slightly. He knew Chan would never deliberately put them in a bad situation, and they did get permission to come here for the weekend as long as everyone attending signed a NDA practically threatening to sue them if they even uttered a single word about it. Hyunjin personally wasn’t a fan of NDA’s, but who can pass up that offer when they’ve been busy non-stop? He deserved to take a little break and try to relax and have fun for once. He deserved to pretend like he was a college kid, even if it was just for one night.

His eyes betrayed him as he ended up glancing back over in her direction. He was watching as she laughed again, her head tilting towards her friend. He was watching as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, completely unaware of the way she held his attention without even trying. He was watching, wishing he could be the one she was talking to instead. He told himself he would look away in a second—just one more, measly second. But then she was smiling again, and it suddenly felt entirely impossible.

Yeah, he needs a fucking drink if he’s going to get through tonight.

“You’re definitely staring.”

Hyunjin felt his face getting hot, quickly looking away from her and back towards Chan who was currently smiling at him like a maniac. “Hyung!” He hissed out quietly, on edge, which only made Chan even more amused, “I-I am not!”

“Oh, yeah?” He replied, raising a brow as he flicked his head towards where she was still standing, “Short girl, about twenty feet away. She’s talking to someone that looks way too fucking energetic to be at a sorority party on a Saturday night. Black top, matching black skirt, and you’ve been eye-fucking her for the last ten minutes.”

Hyunjin’s mouth fell open, gripping the cup tighter in his hand, appalled as fuck. The grin on Chan’s face only grew, looking at him in a way that says I told you so.

Damn him.

“Fuck you,” He grumbled out, knowing there was no pointing trying to deny it since he knows he nailed it on the spot, “I haven’t been eye-fucking her. Let’s simmer down, please.”

“Hyunjin, your eyes are un-dressing her as we speak. You’re anything but discreet.”

Hyunjin groaned in annoyance, bringing the cup back up to his lips as he tried to hide his face more, “So what? I’m allowed to find someone pretty, aren’t I?”

Pretty doesn’t even begin to describe her, but he would rather un-exaggerate the situation than have Chan see how much of a simp he is already for a girl he doesn’t even know.

“I never said you weren’t,” Chan replied, his shoulder brushing Hyunjin’s as he shifted on his feet. He nudged him, flicking his head over towards where she was still standing, “You should go talk to her.”

Hyunjin shook his head immediately, eyes widening, “N-no… I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“Why not?” He raised an eyebrow, and Hyunjin looked at him like he had suddenly grown two heads. What does he mean why not?

Chan rolled his eyes, noticing the very confused expression on his face. “There’s no harm in just talking to someone you find interesting for one night, Hyun. Everyone here signed a NDA, so you’re covered on that end. Obviously, don’t do anything stupid, but you can talk to people, you know?”

“I don’t… I don’t find her interesting,” He weakly defended himself, trying to convince himself otherwise.

“Yeah, right. I haven’t seen you drool over a girl like this in years. Stop being so tense. Since when do you hesitate? You never have before.”

Since now, apparently.

Hyunjin chewed on his bottom lip, eyes focusing back on the girl standing in front of him. She was a good couple steps away from where they were standing, but close enough to where if she were to glance over in his direction, they’d make eye contact. He can’t decide if he wants that or not.

“Are you nervous?” Chan’s voice piped up again from beside him, amused, “I never thought I would live to see the day where Hwang Hyunjin was nervous over talking to a girl at a sorority party.”

“Are you done?” Hyunjin asked dryly, his gaze never wavering from her. She had tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear now, tilting her head as she listened intently to whoever was talking beside her. The flashing lights caught her expression for a second, and something in his chest pulled tight.

“You are literally so down bad, it’s actually pathetic,” Chan snickered, and Hyunjin let out a low whine in reply, stomping his foot lightly on the ground in slight annoyance, because he knows he can’t deny it. “Just go talk to her.”

“If I went over there, she would look at me, and I wouldn’t know what to say that isn’t rehearsed.” He admitted after a few seconds, swallowing thickly once he saw her laughing again.

“You’re overthinking this so badly.”

“I know!” Hyunjin groaned out, wishing he could be anyone else instead right now, anyone else but who he is.

“You are the most dramatic person I know,” Chan tsked beside him, shaking his head in disbelief as he took another sip of his drink, “I guess we’ll just stand here while you stare at her like you’re in a music video or some shit.”

“Chan!” A female voice interrupted him before he could reply, both heads turning towards said voice to see that it was Kat, Chan’s childhood best friend. Hyunjin had heard a lot about her, knows the entire story of how they met up to where he left Australia to move to Korea. She meant a lot to Chan, so naturally, she meant a lot to the members, as well.

As she got closer, Hyunjin eyed her curiously. Her hair fell down to her shoulders, blonde and straight, flowing in the air as she sped-walked towards them. She was wearing a blue dress, short and tight, stopping mid-thigh, tugging it down a little as she got closer. She looked exactly like Chan’s type—blonde, bubbly, and cute. Hyunjin brought his cup up to his mouth to hide his grin from that realization, side-eying Chan who looked like he wanted to pass out on this dirty floor.

“Why are you guys hiding in this dark corner? Never mind that, you’re here! I’m so glad you guys could make it!” She screeched out happily, accent much thicker than Chan’s. He had to strain his ears just to figure out what she was even saying.

“Ugh, I’ve missed you so much, Channie!” Kat pulled Chan into a tight hug, both of them laughing and giggling and swaying as they did so. Hyunjin internally smirked at his friend who was desperately trying to hide his blush from the interaction, knowing the little crush Chan has on his childhood best friend, even if he never verbally admitted it.

“Of course, Kat. You know I would never miss it again.”

“I only let you off the hook once, and that’s because I understand you’re always so busy and whatnot. Living your best life and shit.” She giggled in reply.

She then turned towards Hyunjin, smiling and leaning in for a quick hug, catching him off guard as he stumbled a bit before awkwardly reciprocating it. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person, Hyunjin! Thank you for tagging along with Chan. He definitely is in need of a babysitter when he comes to parties.”

Hyunjin let out a laugh, nodding his head in agreement, “Oh yes, I know. It’s nice to meet you as well. I have heard a lot about you over the years. All good things, of course.”

The words sounded foreign coming out of his mouth, as Hyunjin wasn’t used to speaking English as much. He’s fluent in the language, thanks to his management forcing him to take lessons once their fanbase became more global, but he didn’t speak it very often. Besides whenever they were in America or talking with Chan and Felix, he didn’t get much practice, and it was something he was always insecure about. Of course he had an accent when speaking, but the proud smile on Chan’s face after he finished his sentence made him relax, letting out a small smile himself when realizing maybe it isn’t so bad.

“I sure hope it’s all good things, otherwise I would have to have a serious convo with this man over here,” She glanced over at Chan, giving him a little wink before taking a sip of her cup. Hyunjin watched how Chan’s face got even redder, (if that’s even possible), quickly bringing his cup to his lips to hide any evidence of his obvious flustered state.

“I’m just wondering, but do you know how many people here know about Stray Kids?” Hyunjin asked, thinking he should help save Chan from his slight embarrassment since Kat was still staring at him like a lovesick puppy.

She looked over at Hyunjin as Chan began to relax, clearing his throat awkwardly now that the attention was off of him.

“You mean how many people here are fans of you guys?”

“Y-yeah, just an estimate or something, maybe. Like I said, I’m just curious, not uncomfortable or anything.”

Truth is, Hyunjin was a little uncomfortable at the thought of his fans being here, just because he didn’t want to do anything that could make them want to judge him. Sounds silly, he knows, but Hyunjin is more of a private person, and just doesn’t want to well—deliberately fuck anything up.

Kat’s eyes lit up in realization at the question Hyunjin was trying to discreetly ask but failed doing so, nodding her head slightly, “Gotcha. The only person I know who is like a huge Stay is my roommate. She’s here somewhere, so if she sees you guys, she might internally freak out, but she won’t go all crazy or anything. I was actually trying to find her earlier so I could personally introduce her. I’ll go look for her later.”

“Kat’s a Stay too, she just won’t admit it.” Chan chimed in with a teasing smirk, cup still up towards his lips.

“Yeah, I really dig Changbin. He can rap, sing, and his muscles? I’m sold.”

Chan cocked an eyebrow, placing the cup down and away from his lips before taking a step towards Kat, “Really? For some reason, I feel like you’re not really describing Changbin.”

Hyunjin glanced at Chan, and then at Kat, and then back to Chan, before deciding he should probably walk away. He was starting to get second-hand embarrassment.

“I’m going to go find a bathroom,” Hyunjin mumbled out, and Chan turned to look at him, the tip of his ears red. Hyunjin had to prevent himself from letting out a laugh.

“Keep your phone close,” He told him, hand patting his shoulder briefly, “And keep your mouth shut. Not a single word. I see you wanting to make fun of me.”

“Yes sir.” Hyunjin let out a teasing grin, dramatically saluting him before turning around to head around the corner, but not before glancing over to catch a glimpse of her one last time. He frowned a little when he realized she was gone, trying to ignore the overwhelming need to walk around and find her again.

He walked around for a bit, mumbling out a chorus of excuse me’s and pardon me’s as he maneuvered his way around everyone. The music was still blaring, a couple of strobe lights flashing across the walls and ceiling, couples standing in the middle of the room groping each other and making-out. Hyunjin almost wanted to laugh at how accurate all those movies he’s watched were. He didn’t think it would actually be like this. Well, he didn’t think he would even be at a place like this, but here he is. It’s a miracle they even got out in the first place.

The company knew about Chan’s connection with Kat. Whenever they first debuted, he wasn’t allowed to speak to her. He could only talk to her whenever he went back home, and even then, that was very risky. Hyunjin remembered all the times Chan would be upset over that, all the arguments he’s had with the company on how they were too controlling—and Hyunjin agreed. But that’s just a price they had to pay for getting into the industry.

They were all forced to delete all forms of social media, could only remain in contact with their family, and had a strict dating-ban that is still valid to this day. Not that he’s trying to date anyone right now, but Hyunjin does tend to get pretty lonely at times. It’d be nice if he could love someone without all the restrictions and repercussions.

Although they still have a dating ban in place, their company has loosened up with some things, like allowing Hyunjin to tag along with Chan to his best friend’s sorority party at an American university in New York City. He still doesn’t know how he managed to convince them, but he wasn’t going to complain about it. He needed a short break from reality, even if it was only for two days. And what better way to do that than blending in at a sorority party?

Except he wasn’t exactly blending in. Hyunjin knew he looked awkward and out of place here. He was wearing a simple black hoodie with light-washed jeans, yet he still felt like he wasn’t entirely fitting in. And really, how could he? But for once, he wanted to exist somewhere nobody expected him to be—somewhere with no stage lights, no screaming arenas. Just noise that didn’t belong to him.

A glance towards his right made him freeze in his steps. There was a group of girls, whispering amongst themselves as they glanced at him. Did they recognize him? Surely not from this distance—not with his baseball cap covering half of his face. Hyunjin didn’t know what to do, so he awkwardly gave them a little wave, and they immediately started giggling. He glanced back to his left, seeing a couple of girls doing the same exact thing. He smiled at them, bowing slightly, before deciding that he should really, probably, definitely find a bathroom before he gets approached.

He pulled his baseball cap even lower, feeling his hands start to sweat as he started moving swiftly through the crowd, keeping his head down. He felt himself begin to slightly panic all of a sudden. Didn’t Kat say there was only one fan here? Why does it suddenly feel like everyone’s watching him? Should he just go back to Chan?

“Okay, this was a bad idea,” He muttered to himself, feeling like he was starting to sweat through this hoodie.

He spotted the stairs, quickly turning around and sprinting up them two at a time, hoping that a bathroom was up this way. Surely there’s a bathroom upstairs. I mean, this party is at a sorority house, and he’s assuming that some of the girls in the sorority live here. So, theoretically, there should be a bathroom, especially if—

His thoughts came to an abrupt stop as he bumped into a body, his drink flying out of his hands, spilling all over whoever he just bumped into. He stumbled back in surprise. “Shit! Why does this have to happen to me?” He whined out frantically, cup falling to the floor. He took in a breath, switching back to English, “I’m so sorry. Truly. I should have—“

The words he was trying to get out got caught in his throat once he glanced up. There, right in front of him, was the same exact girl from earlier, Coke dripping down her chest and thighs. Her eyes were wide, not in recognition, but just surprise.

They both stepped back at the same time, and for a second, neither of them spoke. The music downstairs had switched to a Migos song, the beat thumping the entire house, but not as loud as Hyunjin’s heart was right now.

“Oh, that didn’t get on you, did it?” She asked suddenly, scanning the front of his hoodie like it mattered, even though he had ran into her and she’s soaked from her chest down.

Hyunjin blinked. Is she talking to him right now? Did he just imagine that? Is he going insane?

The correct answer is yes. Yes he is.

“N-no. No. You’re good. I’m good. All good.”

God, he’s so fucking embarrassing.

There was a pause. A weird one, like his voice had suddenly shifted something in the air. She tilted her head up to look at him properly this time, and she froze.

He watched it happen, the exact moment it clicked—the widening of her eyes, the sharp inhale, the tiny, almost imperceptible step back.

“Oh,” She said softly, voice wavering slightly.

Hyunjin braced himself, feeling his hands growing even more clammy as the back of his neck turned hot.

“Oh,” She said it again, a little louder, like she almost couldn’t believe it either.

“Hey… please don’t…” Hyunjin let out softly, trying to swallow down the nerves building in his throat. He could throw up right now.

“I’m not!” She said quickly, almost tripping over her own words, “I’m not going to scream, I swear! I just…” She pressed her lips together, trying and failing to hold back a grin, “This is actually insane.”

Yes, it is.

“That’s usually the reaction, yeah.” He let out a small breath, half relieved, half amused. Relieved, because despite the inner turmoil, she was remaining very calm. Amused, because of course the girl he was mesmerized by all fucking night was a fan. Of course.

“You’re actually here,” She spoke a little more quieter, eyes wide in adoration and something else he couldn’t make out, “At a random sorority party… my random sorority party. I mean, I knew you’d be here because, you know, contracts and all, but still.”

“You seem to be taking it fairly well.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head as she put her hand up to cover her mouth, trying to mask her smile, “I’m really not. You should hear me internally screaming right now.”

Hyunjin felt his heart hammering in his chest, unable to hide the smile on his face at how cute she was. He found himself starting to relax, adjusting the baseball cap on his head so it didn’t cover his face as much. He watched her eyes lighten, eyes dancing across his face in awe, looking at him like he’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. He felt his cheeks flushing, suddenly feeling a little shy with her gaze on him.

The girl seemed to break out of her trance, blinking a few times before looking down, seeing the drops of Coke trailing down her legs. “Oh, I’m all wet.” She let out, and Hyunjin’s breath hitched in his throat.

Her eyes widened, as if she realized what she just said, quickly stuttering out a string of words, “Oh, wait… I didn’t mean it like that. I swear I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant your drink is now on me. I-I didn’t realize it before. But it’s okay! I don’t mind being wet!”

Hyunjin’s mouth went dry, and he tried to ignore the soft twitch of his dick in his pants from her words. Seriously?! Calm the fuck down! He cleared his throat before leaning down to grab the cup he so clumsily dropped, attempting to distract his mind and body from what is actually occurring right now.

“I am… very sorry,” He apologized once he stood back up, twirling the now empty cup around in his hands, “I didn’t mean to run into you. Or spill my drink all over you. I’m not… usually this clumsy.”

That’s a lie, Hyunjin’s so fucking clumsy that it’s very unflattering.

“Oh, don’t apologize! It’s okay, seriously!” She smiled up at him, and Hyunjin found himself smiling back, feeling a little dazed at how she was currently looking at him. Her hands came up to softly pat at her top that was now soaked in Coke, and Hyunjin visibly swallowed.

He tried not to look at her boobs, he really tried. But she was touching them, and they were wet, and they were right there, that he simply couldn’t help it. He felt his dick twitch again and wanted to throw himself down the stairs.

“Are you… okay?”

Hyunjin felt his body go stiff, swallowing thickly. “Yes,” He replied with a nod of his head, shifting a little on his feet, “Are you?”

“Yeah,” She replied back nervously, eyes darting behind him a couple times before landing back on his face, “I was just… it seemed like you were in a hurry before we bumped into each other. I guess I was just wanting to make sure you were okay.”

Hyunjin could tell she was choosing her words carefully, and he felt his body relax even more at her tone. “I’m okay,” He replied softly, desperately trying to ignore how his heart kept stuttering in his chest, “Thank you for checking in, though.”

“Okay, good,” She smiled at him, a little breathless, fidgeting with her hands like she didn’t know what to do with them, “I guess I should just go to the bathroom and clean up a little. It was really nice to see you. I hope you can have fun and take some time to enjoy yourself.”

The words came out so quickly that he almost didn’t even realize what she even said until he noticed her turning around, speed-walking away. Hyunjin suddenly felt this weird pull in his chest, mind spiraling at the fact that she was actually walking away from him, taking a step after her without thinking. “Wait!” He spoke out, and she stopped, turning around slowly. Hyunjin gulped, raking his brain to figure out what to even say, “I can… let me come with you. I can, uh, help you clean up. It’s the least I can do since I spilled my drink on you.”

Help you clean up? Seriously? Why did he say that?

“Oh,” She breathed out, and Hyunjin could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t expect this at all. He didn’t either. “Oh. Sure! It’s, uh, right over here. Just down the… hall. Yep.”

Hyunjin nodded his head in reply, gulping loudly before awkwardly following her down the hall. If Chan was here right now, he would never live this down.

His body felt stiff, and he had to prevent himself from watching her ass jiggle as she walked in front of him. However, he ultimately failed, eyes zeroed in on the way her ass was peaking out ever so slightly in that god-forsaken skirt, seemingly mesmerized by the way it moved.

He didn’t have too much time to ogle at it as the sound of the door opening caught his attention. She was holding the door open for him, shyly glancing him, a polite smile on her face. Hyunjin could see that her face looked a little more flushed than it was previously, and he felt a strange sense of pride swell in his chest at the fact that he was obviously making her feel this way.

He stepped in, softly closing the door behind them. He took another look at her now that he could properly see her—eyes first glancing at her face, seeing the slight freckles that grazed her cheeks, the stark brightness in her eyes, the soft gloss on her lips. His eyes then trailed downwards, noticing her nipples poking out through the top that he failed to notice before, breasts sitting so perky despite the fact that he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. He then glanced down towards her legs, thighs thick and delicious, and he thought that they would fit so perfectly wrapped around his waist. His eyes lingered there a little longer before he finally glanced back up. Her cheeks were red, hands fidgeting at her sides like she didn’t know what to do with them. She avoided eye contact, looking everywhere but at him, and Hyunjin decided he didn’t really like that.

“Let me just grab some toilet paper,” She awkwardly let out before attempting to take a few steps backwards towards the toilet. However, she ran into the edge of the sink, stumbling a little as she caught her balance on the counter.

“Be careful,” Hyunjin stepped towards her, arms stretched out as he helped to steady her. Her skin was warm against his hand, softly gripping her upper-arm. She was close enough to where he could smell the sweet perfume on her neck, could connect every single freckle with his eyes, could just barely lean in and place his lips on hers.

And he wanted to—he wanted to so fucking bad. Hyunjin doesn’t even remember the last time he’s ever wanted to kiss someone as much as he wants to right now. And what made it worse was the fact that she wasn’t even moving away.

Should he just lean in? Test out the waters and just see what her lips feel like, how she tastes? Maybe if he kisses her this one time, he can finally get her out of his system and stop feeling so crazy. Is he even allowed to kiss her? Does he care?

Hyunjin had been in a lot of high-pressure situations. He’s been in numerous broadcasts, countless award shows, sold-out arenas screaming his name. But none of them seemed to compare to this.

“Oh,” She whispered out, her breath trembling, lightly fanning his face, “You are… you’re touching me.”

The inner thoughts in his head came to an abrupt pause at her words. Hyunjin jerked his hand back like he’d just touched something scalding hot, immediately feeling the clamminess of his hands. Fuck, was he sweating all over her?

“I’m… I’m so sorry,” He breathed out, cringing as he wiped his hands on the front of his jeans. God, he really hoped she didn’t notice. That’s fucking embarrassing.

“It’s okay! Really!” She replied quickly before turning around to grab a handful of the cheap toilet paper to start dabbing at her top. Her hands were dramatically shaking as she tried to control her breathing, and he wondered for a second if he was making her uncomfortable. Hyunjin glanced down at them, debating if he should just walk out of this tiny bathroom and leave her be or stay and help her.

He chose the latter, because of course he did.

“Here, let me help,” He mumbled out, grabbing the toilet paper out of her hands. Her breath hitched as he started to repeat the same motions she was doing prior, biting his lip softly as he dabbed around her neck to get some of the residue off. With each breath, her breasts moved, and Hyunjin had to force himself to not let his gaze wander down again.

Hyunjin just felt like he was making everything worse than it already was. And this toilet paper is so fucking cheap and thin and breaking apart with every dab on her smooth skin that it had him actually wanting to scream in frustration, because what the actual fuck is he doing right now?

He cleared his throat again, stepping back a little to toss the useless toilet paper in the trash. Her body was stiff, seemingly frozen in place, and Hyunjin decided that he needs to just get the fuck out of here. But before he could sprint out of the bathroom, her voice stopped him.

“You’re my bias.”

Suddenly, everything made sense—the way her face flushed red whenever she looked at him, the way she kept trying to act normal and failing just slightly at the edges. The words should have had him bolting right out the fucking door, but instead, he felt strangely honored. And also ten times worse.

“Me?” He replied dumbly, because what else was he supposed to say?

“I’m sorry,” She let out quickly, voice strained, like she was on the verge of having a breakdown, “Shit, I didn’t mean to say that! I mean, it’s true, but I didn’t mean to just blurt that out! You… make me very nervous. I blurt things out when I’m nervous. I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Please forgive me.”

Hyunjin blinked. And then he blinked again. And still, even with everything blaring in his mind for him to run, he stayed.

“Well, out of all the ways I imagined meeting Stay outside of fan meets, this is definitely the most memorable.”

She huffed out a quiet laugh, and Hyunjin found himself smiling once she visibly relaxed at his words. “For you too?”

“Oh, absolutely,” He replied back quickly, eyes lighting up once he noticed the slight panic fading from her expression each second that passed, “I don’t normally commit beverage crimes, you know.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.”

“Well, you know, I try to keep my reputation clean.”

She glanced down at her body, where her top and skirt were still soaked from the Coke he spilled on her, raising an eyebrow, a teasing smile on her lips. He realized very quickly he liked this side of her.

“Okay, yeah, I walked right into that one.” He replied immediately, and the giggle that fell from her lips was like a melody in his ears.

A small silence settled between them, but it was no longer awkward like it was before. The panic had faded, replaced by something softer, something quieter.

Hyunjin studied her for a second. She wasn’t freaking out the way he had expected her to. There was no screaming, no asking for ten autographs or pictures at once, no overwhelming energy—just a girl, with a outfit he ruined, trying to clean it in a tiny bathroom, talking to him like he was normal. Well, not exactly normal, but close enough. And it intrigued him more than anything else.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” She replied softly, shyly.

“Y/N,” He repeated her name, the word sounding foreign on his tongue, but beautiful nonetheless. He bowed slightly, “I’m Hyunjin. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I know. Hi,” She whispered out shyly, bowing back, face flushed in a deep pink, and he thought she was the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

He took a small step closer, careful, giving her space, “Let me make it up to you, Y/N.”

His words hung in the air for a moment, and he watched in awe as her smile grew, biting her lip as she looked at him. His eyes glanced down once before looking back at her.

“And how are you going to do that?”

Her voice was teasing, light, a flicker of something in her eyes that Hyunjin couldn’t place. Was she flirting with him? Is he reading too into this? Should he flirt back?

Yes. Yes he should.

“Anything you want,” He responded lowly, feeling sweat forming in his hairline as he maintained eye contact, “Say it, and it’s yours.”

Another beat passed, neither of them moving. Hyunjin was hyper-aware of how easily one step—one small, thoughtless movement—would close the already narrow gap between them. He exhaled slowly, like he was choosing restraint on purpose, eyes flickering back down to her lips that were slightly parted.

“Anything?” She whispered out a response, a little breathless.

“Anything.” He nodded quickly, desperately. He’d get down on his knees and beg for her to touch him if she asked him to.

What is wrong with him?

Y/N tilted her head slightly, studying him now. Her gaze had him feeling weak, burning holes into his skin in the absolute best way. The tension lingered there, unspoken, balanced on the edge of something Hyunjin dared to name. Because once he did, this small, confined space would feel even smaller, and leaving it might become the last thing he would do.

“Maybe…” She trailed off, hands twitching just slightly, almost like she wanted to grab ahold of his, “Maybe… come up to my room with me? Just for a little bit?”

“Yes,” He breathed out, a little embarrassed at how quickly he agreed, but whatever, “Yes. Yeah. Okay. I can do that.”

For a second, Hyunjin forgot about the noise outside, about the lingering glances from people that noticed him, about how Chan was probably looking for him—he forgot about the whole reason he ended up here in the first place. The only thing he could seem to focus on was her.

He stood there for a minute, wondering what the fuck he was getting himself into. Hyunjin knew this was dangerous territory. Not because of her, but because of what this could become. He lived in a world where nothing stayed simple—where even the smallest interest could spiral into headlines, speculation, consequences.

Hyunjin knew better. He really did.

Hyunjin has come to know exactly when Y/N starts getting nervous, because he’s spent most of the past twenty-four hours paying attention to her. He noticed it when him and his driver picked her up earlier this morning in a completely blacked out SUV, glancing around in slight paranoia as she all but rushed to climb into the backseat. He noticed it when she sat down beside him, her eyes flickering everywhere but at him at first. And he noticed it when they got out of the car, together, as she pulled her sun hat down to cover her face, making sure to keep her distance as they headed towards the sand.

He would be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel like shit, but he gets it. He had spent most of his idol life doing the same thing, and still finds himself doing that now, especially when he’s back home in Seoul. Being seen with him causes for a recipe of disaster, and it’s a lot, so he gets it.

She shouldn’t have to think about things like that. Nobody should, but especially not her.

But just like he can tell when she’s nervous, he can also tell when she’s comfortable. And really, he’s just relieved that he can make her feel that way.

They talked the entire ride here. The entire two hours. There was no awkward pauses, no uncomfortable silences, no painfully searching for topics of conversation. It was easy, it was effortless, and it was natural in a way that almost surprises him.

They talked about New York, about her work, about Italy, about how Chan and Kat somehow remain incapable of minding their own business. She told him about horror stories in the ER, (her words, not his), and he told her about the time Felix almost burned the dorm down a week after they debuted.

Stories turned into memories, which then turned into little details about the last four years. And sometime during the drive, Hyunjin realized something that caught him completely off guard.

He didn’t feel any kind of pressure around her, not the pressure that constantly seems to weigh heavy on his chest he ends up carrying everywhere else. Here, with her, there’s no performance, no expectation, no version of himself he has to maintain.

The realization is so rare it almost hurts.

They’ve been lying on the beach for about two hours now, stretched out on towels in the warm sand. The early afternoon sun is warming everything around them, the ocean stretching endlessly ahead. He glances over towards where Y/N is lying, peering at her through his sunglasses, and Hyunjin realizes very quickly that he has a slight problem, because she won’t stop being so beautiful.

As soon as she walked out the front doors of her hotel this morning, he knew he was a goner. She was wearing a flowy white dress that hug her body so perfectly and fell off her shoulders so elegantly that it instantly had him questioning his existence. He could see the straps from the bikini on her shoulders and could make out the outline of her body underneath it, and once she sat down beside him in the backseat, he had to say a quick prayer that he wouldn’t get a hard-on just from her presence alone.

The image has been haunting him for what felt like hours. The way the fabric moved in the breeze once they stepped back out of the car, the sunlight catching in her hair, the easy smile she’d gave him when she kicked her sandals off in the sand and slipped her dress over her head—it all was making him feel crazy. At one point, he’d genuinely forgotten how to speak, which she found hilarious, unfortunately.

Now, she’s lying beside him in a bikini that hides little to the imagination and his situation has become worse. Significantly worse.

She’s talking about something, he thinks. Her mouth is moving, her hands lightly tracing circles on her bare stomach, her gaze focused on the sky in the front of them, and Hyunjin is drawn into every single movement she’s currently making. Except everything she’s saying right now is currently going through one ear and right out the other, along with his sanity.

Honestly, he’s trying. He really is. But the problem is that her bikini is barely hiding anything on her body. It’s tight and revealing in all the right places and Hyunjin can’t seem to focus on anything else but how slick and plush her skin looks from her sweat and the tanning oil she rubbed on herself earlier and how he really wants to lean over and bite at the belly button ring that’s shining in the sun. She didn’t have that before, and he thinks it might be one of the hottest things he’s seen on a woman yet. Or maybe it’s because it’s on her.

Really, he should be ashamed of himself. He’s a twenty-six year old man, yet he’s acting like he’s a teenager.

He closes his eyes briefly, willing himself to get it the fuck together. Really, it’s all fine. As long as she doesn’t turn to lay on her stomach or stand up and stick her ass in his face, he’ll be good. He can deal with this.

It’s almost like she just knows what he’s thinking, as she ends up shifting her body on the towel beneath her, slowly turning her body around so she can lay on her stomach.

A strangled noise escapes his mouth before he can help it, and she’s turning her head to glance over at him, a slightly confused expression on her face, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” He strains out, eyes zeroed in on how plump her ass looks. The bikini bottoms she’s wearing barely cover it, and he’s thankful his sunglasses are hiding his eyes, “Sorry.”

Her lips quirk as she pulls her own sunglasses down on the bridge of her nose, tilting her head down to stare at him, “Are you sure? You look uncomfortable.”

She’s teasing him, he knows it. And it’s not making things better.

He huffs out a short laugh, turning to lay on his stomach so he can attempt to hide his growing erection, “I’m not uncomfortable. I’m perfectly fine.”

Her smile grows, and lets out a little hum before pushing her sunglasses back up, “Whatever you say.”

Her words have his face heating up, and he shifts a little on the towel, discreetly trying to adjust himself in his swim trunks. God, this is embarrassing. Why is he so fucking embarrassing?

“You stopped listening to me earlier, you know?”

Hyunjin blinks, trying to reset his brain. She’s still staring at him, amused, knowing, and he knows theres no way he can deny it.

“Damn it.”

Her grin widens, “I knew it. Knew you weren’t listening to me for the past ten minutes.”

“For the record, I was listening. Somewhat.”

“You absolutely were not.”

“I got most of it.”

“You got none of it.”

Hyunjin sighs dramatically, accepting his defeat, and she laughs loudly, head tilting back. The sound carries across the empty stretch of the beach, bright and warm and dangerous, because he loves hearing it, more than he probably should.

“You were staring. It’s okay to admit it.”

Hyunjin drops his head back onto the towel, “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

She shakes her head in amusement, “You’re impossible, you know that?”

The breeze lifts her hair, the sunlight catches her smile, and unfortunately, he’s distracted again. She notices immediately.

“See? There you go again.”

“What?” He replies, acting like he doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

“That.”

She’s smiling differently now, and his stomach flips. It’s the same smile she gave him in his hotel room, the same one that suggested she knew exactly what effect she was having on him.

Dangerous woman.

“So what were you looking at? I feel like I have a right to know.” She rests her face on the palm of her hands, propping up on her elbows as she stares at him.

“I’m not answering that.”

Her eyebrows raise, “You absolutely have to answer that.”

“I really don’t.” He faintly smirks, responding to her in the same teasing tone she was using with him.

“But you do,” She shifts closer slightly, and it’s enough to have his breath hitching in his throat. He watches her carefully, one of her hands reaching out to lightly graze her fingertips against his arm, and he feels the spark instantly, “Hyunjin.”

He shifts again on the towel beneath him, clearing his throat lightly, discreetly moving his arm closer to her so that she’d touch him more, “What?”

“What were you looking at?”

He stares at her for a second, trying to decide if he should tell the truth or not. But unfortunately, he’s never been particularly good at lying to her.

“I was looking at you,” He admits lowly, tilting his head to look at her better. Her fingers are still grazing against his arm, a small hum falling from her lips as she starts to rub small circles on his skin.

“That’s not very specific,” She grins.

Hyunjin lets out a laugh and runs a hand through his hair before propping his face back up, turning to face her. The sunlight is warm against his skin, the ocean rolling quietly behind them, and he realizes he’s exhausted from trying to pretend like he wasn’t staring at her all day.

He shifts his body to lay on his side, propping his head up on his arm, “You really want me to be specific, Y/N?”

She mirrors his position, and he’s eagerly dropping his gaze down, watching at her breasts bounce ever so slightly from the movement. He has to force himself to not lean over, rip that flimsy fabric off, and take her nipples into his mouth.

“I really wanna know, Hyunjin.”

He bites his lip softly, eyes still drawn towards her perky breasts, before he lifts his gaze back to her face. And then everything he’s been trying not to say all day starts coming out.

“I’ve been staring at you because every time I look over here, you somehow look prettier than you did five minutes ago.”

Her grin softens, and he suddenly becomes overwhelmed with her. Everything about her.

“The sunlight keeps hitting your hair, making it look lighter than normal. Now that I think about it, I can make out a few blonde streaks, and I think it makes you look so pretty,” A small smile tugs at his mouth, and he fights the urge to reach out and rub his fingers through her hair, “The wind keeps messing it up. There’s a bunch of curls just flying in the wind, and it looks messy, and you keep trying to fix it, but I like it this way. I like seeing you like this in front of me.”

Y/N’s still watching him, still listening, and his pulse picks up. Because now that’s he’s started talking, it’s becoming impossible for him to stop.

“You look at me like you’re trying not to smile, like you know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

The breeze shifts around them, carrying saltwater through the air. Y/N’s hair falls against her face, messy and tangled, but she doesn’t move it away. Hyunjin smiles when he notices that. He’d sketch her right now if he could.

Beautiful. She’s so beautiful.

“Every time I catch you staring at me back, you get embarrassed for about three seconds before pretending you weren’t staring.”

Y/N groans, “I do not!”

“Yes, you do.”

“I don’t!”

“Y/N.”

The use of her name makes her immediately look away, which proves his point completely. A smug grins spreads across his face, “See what I mean?”

She covers part of her face with one hand, looking completely mortified and dangerously cute. So dangerously cute that it has him wanting to hold her face in his own hands as he devours her on this hot sand.

“I’ve been trying very hard not to think about how beautiful you look lying beside me all day.” He says lowly, carefully.

Y/N’s hand slowly drops from her face, and she turns to look at him. Her sunglasses are still on, and he wishes she’d take them off so he could see her pretty eyes shining for him. Not even a second passes before he’s reaching over, slowly taking them off before placing them in the sand beside them. He’s hears her breath hitch in her throat, and he’s lightly tracing the side of her face before he can think anything of it.

“Much better,” He mumbles out, tucking a stray piece of her hair behind her ear. Her eyes are wide, a little glazed over, but at least she’s looking at him now, “I want to see you looking at me. Always want you looking at me.”

The confession causes her lips to part, her chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath. His eyes flicker over to her lips before he can stop himself, and slowly, he begins to move his hand across her cheek before stopping at her mouth. She parts her lips even more, giving room for his thumb to lightly slip inside. He traces her bottom teeth with his thumb before slipping it inside her mouth fully. A low groan vibrates from his chest once she sucks on it eagerly, twirling and sucking her tongue all around his thumb, just like she’d do with his cock. His cock that is now painfully straining against his swim trunks.

“I’ve been thinking about this mouth, too,” He breathes out lowly, pushing his thumb in deeper. She takes it with a low moan, and the sound goes straight to his dick, “Been thinking about how it would look wrapped around my cock. Think you could take me in your mouth, jagiya?”

She nods her head, eager, eyes watering slightly once she softly gags as he pushes his thumb further into the back of her throat. He hums lowly, tilting his head to the side, “If you’re choking on my thumb now, I can’t even imagine how you’d take my cock in the back of your throat. But if that’s what you want, I’ll give it to you. You know I’ll give you anything you want from me.”

She moans again just as he pulls his thumb back to stick in two of his fingers. She takes them with no hesitation and stars in her eyes, and the sight has him leaking into his shorts.

“Yeah,” He grins once she gags around his fingers, spit dripping down her chin, eyes still wide open and on the brink of tears, “You’d take it so well. You’d be a good girl for me, wouldn’t you? Such a good girl for me.”

He pulls his fingers out, and she lets out a choked gasp, spit dripping all down her face. She’s looking at him differently now, in a way that has him wanting to drop every last ounce of self restraint and take her right here right now without caring who saw them. The place was deserted right now, anyway, and he doubts anyone would even see him, but just the thought of claiming her in front of other people has him feeling fucking feral.

It wasn’t until she called his name, her voice a little breathless and raspy, that he had seemed to knock out of the trance he was in. He shakes his head, turning to lay on his back, desperately trying to recover. If he keeps talking, he’s going to end up doing something he shouldn’t.

And judging by the way she’s looking at him right now, she might just let him, which is somehow worse.

“That’s why I wasn’t listening,” He speaks lowly, casually, trying to act like the boner he’s sporting in his shorts isn’t phasing him one bit, “Hopefully that answers your question. Now, let’s talk about something else.”

A laugh escapes her, breathless and beautiful, and it does nothing to lessen the tent in his shorts, “What… why?”

“Because I enjoy having self-control, and you’re making that extremely difficult for me right now.”

She doesn’t say anything else, and he doesn’t turn to look at her. He doesn’t need to look at her to know what she’s probably thinking, no, definitely thinking. And he’s thinking it, too.

He clears his throat lightly, running a hand through his hair. The same hand that’s still covered in her spit. He can still feel her on his fingers. “Do you like the ER?”

Hyunjin can tell Y/N’s a little taken aback with the sudden conversation change, but after another second, she seems to fully compose herself, blinking a few times as she processes his words, “Yeah. I do. Most of the time, anyway.”

He smiles, closing his eyes, still facing the sun, “That’s an honest answer.”

“Yeah, well, I think people expect me to say I love every second of it. But some days are just awful,” He feels her shift beside him, “I lose people. I think it was worse when I worked mainly in the trauma bay, and it has gotten better now that I’m floating in the unit, but I still lose people. And no matter how many times it happens, how much I try to save them, it never gets easier.”

He turns to look at her, her fingers fiddling with the strings on her bikini bottoms mindlessly as she gazes towards the water in front of them. Something pulls tight at his chest as he listens to her, watches her. He wants to know every piece of her, every part of her life, every version of herself he missed over the last four years. Even the darker ones.

“I think that’s a good thing,” He speaks after a few moments.

She looks over at him, “What is?”

“That it doesn’t get easier,” He places his hand beside him, aimlessly drawing patterns in the sand there, “I think the day it stops affecting you is probably the day you should quit.”

A smile breaks out onto her face, slowly, softly. And suddenly, he understands why people spend entire lives chasing them.

“Yeah. That’s exactly what Kat says.”

The conversation eventually shifts towards him, as he knew it would. She never directly mentions the hiatus, but he hears it, anyway. He hears it in every question, in every moment of concern.

Are you happier now? Do you still enjoy performing? Do you ever get tired?

The answers come easier than expected. Maybe because it’s her and she’s actually listening to him, trying to understand him. It makes him feel vulnerable in a way that he doesn’t entirely hate, especially when she closes the small gap between them to grab ahold of his of hand.

So, he tells her things.

He tells her about the multiple panic attacks he’s had over the years and the crippling anxiety he’s carried with him for what felt like ages before it finally started to get taken seriously. He tells her about how the members had fought and begged for their manager to get him some help and allow him to talk to a professional. He tells her about his recent diagnosis of Major Depressive Disorder and the medication he has to take and the shit-ton of therapy sessions he has to attend regularly. He tells her about periods where getting out of bed felt impossible and learning how success doesn’t magically fix loneliness.

The words settle heavy between them, in a way that’s almost unsettling. He can feel the shift in the air, the tension between them, and he suddenly feels embarrassed. Embarrassed, because he’s never admitted this out loud to anyone that wasn’t the members or a healthcare provider. Embarrassed, because with a life as picture perfect as his is, he shouldn’t even be feeling this way. Embarrassed, because it isn’t fair to throw his emotional trauma onto someone who didn’t ask for it to begin with.

“Sorry,” He lets out a short laugh, rubbing his free hand against the side of his face, “I didn’t mean to spring all that onto you.”

“Hyunjin,” She calls his name softly, turning on her side to face him better. She lifts their intertwined hands up towards the side of her face, cuddling it close to her skin as she lays her head down, the other coming up to lightly brush against his hair, “Don’t ever apologize for that. Don’t apologize for talking about your feelings. I want to hear it. I want to hear all of it.”

Her actions and words have his stomach churning in the best way, and he leans into her touch, pulse pounding in his wrist as she smiles at him, “You have such a beautiful soul, Hyunjin. I’m sorry you had to deal with all of that. You don’t deserve any of it. I’m happy you got the help you needed.”

“Yeah,” He whispers, eyes flickering down towards her lips once before focusing back on her eyes. Her eyes that were shining looking at him.

He wishes she’d always look at him this way.

She watches him for a moment, rubbing small circles on his hand. The wind was shifting sand all over them, but neither of them cared. He’d stay here and get buried deep into the sand as long as she still held him this way.

“Did you…” She trails off, eyes flickering all over his face as she struggles with her words, “Did you get in trouble after that night?”

Hyunjin immediately knows what night she’s talking about. One of the best nights of his entire life, where it was just him and her, a messy bed, and lots of things that should’ve been said that couldn’t.

“Yeah,” He turns away from her, glancing up at the sky, swallowing thickly, “I did.”

“Was it bad?” The concern in her voice was evident, and Hyunjin hated that he was making her feel this way.

“He basically told me that if my pretty face wasn’t making the company money, they would’ve gotten rid of me.”

The waves roll softly against the shore, a seagull cries somewhere overhead, and Hyunjin starts to feel himself slipping into a place he doesn’t visit often anymore. Or at least a place he tries not to.

Because the truth is, that conversation never fully left him. Years had passed, his manager had changed his attitude once they became more global, the company had loosened up on them religiously, but sometimes, usually late at night when his anxiety was at its worst, he still heard those words.

Replaceable. Pretty face. Money.

“You know what’s funny?” He laughs softly, but there’s no humor to it, “I had spent years pretending that didn’t bother me. But I think a part of me believed it, anyway.”

His eyes stay fixated on the ocean, “Sometimes I wonder if people would’ve cared about me if I looked different.”

“Hyunjin—“

“No, seriously,” He shakes his head, loosening his grip on her hand without even realizing it. She holds it tighter, “It’s so stupid, but it’s true. I wonder that all the time. More than I should, probably.”

“It’s not stupid, Hyunjin,” She replies quickly, the genuineness in her words causing his heart to clench in his chest, “You shouldn’t… you shouldn’t think that.”

He glances towards her, careful, vulnerable in a way he doesn’t usually allow himself to be, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course. You can ask me anything.”

He hesitates, for a second. The question feels ridiculous the second it enters his head, but suddenly, he wants to know. Not from fans, not from interviews, not from comments, but from her.

“You told me in the bathroom that I was your bias. Why did you choose me?”

He regrets it as soon as it leaves his mouth, but his insecurities have started to consume him, clawing through his skin, itching for a release. Asking somehow feels more vulnerable than talking about depression, and he wishes he could take it back.

He’s about to apologize, push everything back down like he always does, when her voice stops him.

“You want the honest answer?”

She’s smiling, not at all offended by his sudden question, and he nods hesitantly, not trusting himself to speak.

She shifts on the towel, scooting her body closer to his. She’s completely off the towel now, the warm sand digging into her side. If it was bothering her, she didn’t seem to care, moving their intertwined hands to rest near her chest. He sucks in a breath, and she notices, her smile only growing as she watches him.

“The first thing was your dancing. Obviously,” She admits lightly, her free hand still tracing through his hair, fingertips brushing against the side of his sunglasses, “I remember seeing one of your performances and thinking nobody else moved like you. Then I started paying attention to the group more. And then I heard you rap.”

Hyunjin groans immediately, “Oh no.”

“Nah uh, don’t do that,” She says quickly, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Do what?” His lips quirk.

“That thing where you act surprised that you’re talented.”

Hyunjin laughs at that, and that only seems to make her look even more grumpy than before. “I’m serious! You dance,” She takes her hand away from his face, counting on her fingers, “You rap,” Another finger, “You sing,” Another one.

She holds her fingers up to his face, “See? You’re good at all three.”

Hyunjin opens his mouth to respond, but she cuts him off quickly, “Nope. Don’t even try to deny it. Shove those words right back up your ass, Hyunjin.”

His mouth closes instantly, and she grins triumphantly. She’s so fucking endearing that it has him smiling harder than he ever has on this entire trip so far.

She places her hand back on his face, slowly combing through his hair with her fingers, pushing the loose stands back. The way she was doing it was so careful, so loving, that it made him tremble a little. He melted into her touch, craving more of it, craving more of her, reaching his hands out to softly grab at her waist, pulling her closer to him.

“The thing about you was that you weren’t just good at one thing,” She says once she settles into him, resting her head on his chest, their fingers still intertwined, “You brought something unique, Hyunjin. You made the group better. You’re just as important as everyone else. You matter just as much as everyone else.”

Hyunjin keeps quiet, not really knowing how to respond to that. She says the words with such passion, with such genuineness, that he finds himself actually believing her. It warms his heart in a way that should scare him, but it doesn’t. This, him, her—it just doesn’t.

It feels so right. Everything about this feels so right.

“It wasn’t just talent either, though,” She continues, snuggling deeper into his chest, “You always just seemed so kind.”

“Kind?”

“Yeah,” She giggles softly into his chest, the sound causing his entire body to heat up, “Kind. I watched a lot of interviews, you know? You were always so nice to people. You treated the staff well, always seemed so respectful and elegant with how you carried yourself. And you just cared about people. That’s really what drew me in the most, I’d say.”

Hyunjin blinks, trying to fully process her words. Really, he’s fucking shocked that someone even noticed that much about him, that cared enough to pick up on his character.

She says it so effortlessly, like it should be obvious, but it’s not. Nobody ever says that. People usually talk about his performances, or his sex appeal, or his art, not about how kind he is. She makes it seem like his value was never tied to his face at all, and that realization heals something he didn’t realize was still bruised.

“Do you still keep up with us?” He asks suddenly, “Do you… am I still your bias?”

He feels her body tense up ever so slightly, and the reaction alone gives him his answer. Suddenly, his mouth feels dry, and he feels like an idiot for even asking that to begin with. What is he even looking for, anyway? Validation? Something to make him feel better about himself?

“No,” She says honestly, speaking again before he can back track on his question, “I mean, you guys were a big part in my life once and Stray Kids will always hold a piece of my heart. And of course, you’d always hold a piece of my heart, and I still get all mushy inside and internally freak out a little just being like this with you again. But I haven’t watched a music video or interview or anything in years. Only seen things scrolling on social media every now and then.”

“Oh,” He says lamely, feeling the slightest bit of disappointment at that fact. Okay, not the slightest bit, but very disappointed at that fact, “Can I ask why?”

She didn’t reply right away, choosing instead to roll off of his chest. She wasn’t that far away, and he could still feel her body heat radiating off of her and onto his side, but it was enough to where he could feel the slight breeze from the wind now, and he didn’t like it. He turned to look at her, hands tightening around her waist to prevent her from moving too far away, when her voice made him freeze.

“I guess it hurt too much.”

She wasn’t looking at him. Her gaze was focused on the ocean in front of them, her hands fiddling with the strings on her bikini bottoms, and she looked deep in thought.

“It sounds dramatic, but it’s true,” She laughs softly, looking mildly embarrassed, and Hyunjin hates how quickly the air shifted between them, “I mean, I tried. After that night, I tried to watch music videos and fall back into my fangirl rhythm, but I just couldn’t. I just couldn’t.”

Her face turns towards him, the stars in her eyes beginning to fade, “It’s just… every time I saw you…”

Her sentence falls off. She doesn’t finish it. She doesn’t have to, because he understands, anyway. He understands it perfectly, painfully so.

“I support you guys from a distance, and I’m really happy when good things happen, but I just couldn’t do it anymore.”

“Yeah,” He whispers out, “I get that.”

And he does get it. For four years, he’d assumed he was the only one carrying that night around, not fully being able to let it go. And now, he’s discovering that he was wrong, very wrong.

She smiles, grabbing ahold of his hand to squeeze it, “Come swim with me.”

Hyunjin blinks, “What?”

“Come swim with me,” She stands up, brushing her hands against her skin to knock some of the sand off of her, and Hyunjin feels mesmerized for a second, “I want to swim with you. You wouldn’t let me go alone, would you?”

When he doesn’t reply right away, she reaches her hand out towards him, wiggling her fingers as she grins down at him so prettily. He huffs out a laugh, slowly leaning up to grab her hand to help him stand up beside her. He tries to let go of her hand once he’s on his feet, thinking she might be uncomfortable touching him like that in public, but she only grips it tighter.

“You can hold my hand if you want to,” She says shyly, eyes focused on their intertwined hands.

“I want to,” He replies back quickly, not even caring if it makes him seem desperate. Truth is, he was. He’d let her touch him all day, every day, in whatever way she wants and not even feel ashamed about it.

Not even five minutes later they’re standing waist deep in the water, laughing at how he nearly tripped over a wave and almost face planted into the water. “Yeah, yeah. Hilarious.” He rolls his eyes fondly, unable to stop the smile from leaving his face as he listens to her laughing. She’s so beautiful like this. So fucking beautiful. He’s honestly surprised he isn’t shitting his pants right now from how nervous he is.

“I feel like you’re really clumsy,” She leads them a little further in the water, still holding onto his hand.

“Yeah, that’s what the members like to tell me,” He follows her, a small wave lifting their bodies up quickly before they come back down, “Aish, it’s cold.”

“It’s not that bad—“

Another wave rolls against them, knocking them both underneath the water for a couple seconds. Hyunjin shoots back up, gasping for air, his eyes instantly drawn to where Y/N is currently coughing and choking, pushing her now wet hair out of her eyes.

“Oh my god,” She shivers, “I was not expecting that.”

“Thought you said it wasn’t that bad,” Hyunjin smirks, pushing his wet hair back with his fingers.

She glares at him, “Shut up.”

She lets out a short shriek, the water coming up to the back of their necks, and he tugs her closer towards him, breath hitching in his throat once she wraps her legs around his waist.

“Is this okay?” She asks softly, her eyes trailing all over his face, like she’s trying to gauge his reaction.

“More than okay.” He tightens his grip around her body, pulling her flush against his skin. Even in the slight coolness of the water, he can feel how warm she is, and it’s so fucking addicting.

She trails her hands up from his shoulders to his face, slowly pushing his sunglasses on his head. He squints his eyes, adjusting to the bright light from the sun, his heart thumping loudly against his chest once he realizes how close their faces are to each other.

“There,” She smiles, resting her hands on the back of his neck, “I can see you looking at me now.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

The words come out quickly, randomly, and he’s a little embarrassed once he says it. But that feeling is quickly erased once the next words leave her mouth.

“Then kiss me.”

Fuck, he wants to, but he doesn’t know if it’s a good idea. Not right now, at least. He knows himself too well, unfortunately, and fears he might not be able to stop at just one kiss.

Take it slow, He tells himself over and over again. He should take it slow, and stop thinking with his dick. He should be a gentleman, let her take control, go with what she’s comfortable with.

He opens his mouth to voice just that, when her hands suddenly come up to the top of his head, roughly tugging his hair back, exposing his neck to her.

“Hyunjin,” She says his name so sensually that it has his dick instantly thickening in his shorts, unable to stop the low groan from falling out of his mouth. She tightens her legs around his waist, moving her body forward, lightly brushing her lips against his, “Kiss me.”

He’s lunging forward without a second thought, moans falling from both of their mouths as he crashes his lips against hers. Her hands tug harder at his hair, his sunglasses falling into the ocean beside him, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about anything other than this, other than her.

“Fuck, you’re a little tease, you know that? Been driving me crazy all day,” He murmurs through sloppy kisses, groaning loudly into her mouth once she rolls her hips against his dick. He bites at her bottom lip, tasting the saltiness there, and she whimpers softly. “But you know that, don’t you? You know you drive me crazy. Acting so innocent and sweet when I know all you want is to get down on your knees for me.”

She moans loudly, kissing him harder, moving her hips even faster against him. His hands snake around her body to harshly grab onto her ass, urging her to fuck against him as he fucks her mouth with his tongue.

He pulls away and she whines in protest, chasing his lips, tugging his face back towards her. He doesn’t let her, one hand coming up to grab at her neck, the other creeping down to lightly brush against her bikini bottoms. “Isn’t that what you want? To get on your knees and put my cock in your mouth?”

“Mhm, yes,” She mumbles against him, rutting against his dick like she was in fucking heat, “Wanna suck your cock so bad, Hyunnie. Want you to fuck my mouth like you’d fuck my pussy.”

Oh, fuck.

Her words and the fucking nickname have him feeling feral, and he’s slipping his hand underneath her bottoms, instantly sliding his fingers inside her. They go in with ease, and she’s gasping into his mouth as he fucks two fingers inside her.

“Gonna make you cum for me first,” He breathes against her mouth, curling his fingers inside her. She lets out a choked moan, her head falling back, riding his hand just like she’d ride his cock. The thought of her bouncing on his cock and begging for him to make her cum plays through his mind, and he’s increasing the pace of his fingers, leaning his face down to bite and suck on the side of her neck.

“Hyunjin,” She moans his name so loudly, the sound playing through his ears like a mantra, “S-shit, Hyunjin… feels so good… you’re gonna make me cum.”

He bites harder, licking up the drops of water off her neck, the salty taste driving him fucking insane. He slips his fingers out from inside her, rubbing hard and fast against her clit, and she’s arching into him with a loud cry of his name.

“Fuck, Hyunjin! Yes, yes, fuck.”

The waves are still rocking against them, she’s still babbling out incoherent words into the warm air around them, and he rubs against her faster, biting onto her neck harder. And then she’s coming all over his fingers, spazzing out against his body, clinging onto him like she’s about to fall underneath the water.

“Jalhaesseo,” (You did well) Hyunjin says lowly, softly kissing the large bruise he sucked and bit onto her skin before trailing his lips up towards her face. She was panting, eyes closed, and he grabbed ahold of her face, forcing her head to tilt towards his.

“Look at me, jagiya,” He squeezed her cheeks lightly, and she lets out a whine, slowly setting her gaze on him. Her eyes were glazed over and her cheeks were flushed, and she looked so fucking beautiful.

And right now, treading water along the Italian coast, she was his.

“Get out.”

She stares at him for a second, blissed the fuck out, her lips parting, “Wh-what?”

“You want my cock down your throat, don’t you?”

The look on her face has his dick leaking into his shorts. She looks confused and submissive as fuck, and the sight has his brain running with thoughts that he’d never even think of in the first place.

Hyunjin doesn’t normally act like this when it comes to sex. He’s always been attentive, careful, and very vocal in bed, but never has he acted like this. He noticed it when he fucked her for the first time four years ago, and he’s noticing it again now. She brings out a different side of him he always knew existed and tried to tame, yet never fully came out.

And fuck, he loves it. And judging by how she’s still looking at him, eyes wide and panting like a dog, he knows she loves it, too.

“Don’t you?” He’s asking again, voice dropping an octave as he brings her face closer to his. She leans in to kiss him, but he holds her face back, a loud whine falling from her lips, “Y-yes. Please, Hyunnie.”

“Please what?”

Beg. Please beg. Honestly, he wants nothing more.

“Please let me suck your big cock. I’ve wanted to for so long, I’ve thought about it for years. I want it hitting the back of my throat, want to taste you so bad. Use me, please, Hyunnie. Want you so much.”

Hyunjin growls, feeling like he’s about to cum in his shorts, because holy fuck, that was so hot. “Then stop stalling and get out of the fucking water, yeah?” He lightly shoves her away from him. She stumbles a little, and Hyunjin feels bad for about half a second before she basically sprints back onto the sand, her ass jiggling with each hurried step forward. She’s eager, just like he is, and he fucking loves it.

By the time he gets out of the water, she’s already down on her knees in the sand, toying with the loose string of her bottoms, waiting so patiently for him. He suppresses a groan just looking at her, his dick pathetically straining against his shorts, slowly sinking down to sit on the towel that was still laid out on the sand. He leans back on his elbows, manspreading, beckoning her forward with a jerk of his head, “Come here.”

She starts to get up, sitting a few feet away from him, and he stops her with a click of his tongue, “Nah uh. Crawl to me.”

Before he can fully blink, she’s already digging her knees back into the sand, on all fours, crawling over towards him with a look so sensual it has him reaching down with his right hand to rub at his dick to attempt to relieve some pressure.

“Ssibal, jonna hathane,” (Fuck, that’s hot), He whispers more to himself than anything, groaning loudly once she reaches him, placing her hands on his legs, eyes focusing on where he’s currently still rubbing at his cock like a fucking teenager.

“Take my cock out,” He says lowly once he forces himself to stop. She wastes no time in doing just that, hands sliding up towards the waistband of his swim shorts, instantly jerking them down just enough to get his cock out.

He groans lowly once it finally springs free, one of her hands coming up to wrap around the base of his cock, the other sliding up his abdomen. “Wanna make me feel good, jagiya?” He reaches out to push her hair away from her face before gripping it tightly in his hands, jerking her head towards his cock.

She moans softly, grip tightening on his cock, her breath fanning against the tip of it. She licks her lips, and he groans loudly at the warm feeling of her tongue brushing against him at the action. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about this before. Okay, maybe more than once, when he’s alone in a hotel bed and feeling extra horny. But now that she’s actually here, knees dug into the sand, ass perched high in the air, looking at him like he’s her fucking world, he can’t go back.

Not that he’d ever want to, anyway.

“Answer me,” He jerks her head back, a bit of drool sitting in the corner of her pretty mouth, “Do you want to make me feel good? Want to gag around my cock until I cum all down your throat? Want me to claim you as mine?”

“Yes,” She pants, on the verge of tears, “Want your cock so bad, Hyunnie. I’ll make you feel so good, let you use my mouth however you want. Please let me have it. Please, please, please.”

He jerks her head back down, her lips brushing against him, “Open your mouth, and make me cum.”

She takes him with a loud moan, her tongue gliding against him so perfectly. She’s bobbing her head up and down, hand jerking him where her mouth doesn’t reach, drooling and slobbering all over him like he’s her last meal.

Hyunjin’s had his fair share of blow jobs. They were always messy, quick, and usually resulted in him still feeling unsatisfied afterwards. Maybe half of that was because he didn’t ever feel a romantic connection with those women, but whatever the reason, here—this, with Y/N going at it like they’re filming a porn tape, is everything.

She is everything. And right now, she’s still his.

“Yeah, jagiya. Just like that,” He breathes out, using his hand to guide her on his dick, leaned back on one elbow as he watches her swallow him like a pro, “Mhm, fuck. Your mouth feels so good wrapped around me. Fuck, how many dicks have you sucked?”

Hyunjin doesn’t know why he asks that. But with the way she’s sucking him, shaking her ass in the air, moaning and watching him with that same look as she takes his dick down her throat so effortlessly, there’s no way this is her first time.

The thought of other men sticking their cocks down her throat has him seeing red, and he’s leaning back, using both hands to grip at the back of her head, his abs tightening as he leans up, “Don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter, anyway, because my cock is gonna be the only one you remember after today.”

And then he’s slamming her head down onto him, her nose brushing against his pelvis with each push down. She’s choking, sputtering, moaning with every hard jerk down, and the sound is like heaven in his ears.

“Fucking hell,” He whines out, feeling his balls drawing up tight with each gag around his cock, “Mhm, yeah. Your mouth is perfect, jagiya. So perfect. You look so beautiful choking around my cock. You choke like this on anyone else’s? Hm? Were they big enough to make you cry and gag like I do?”

She’s moaning again, the sound shooting straight up his dick. He closes his eyes briefly, willing himself to get it the fuck together, because he does not want to cum yet. He wants to engrave this image into his mind forever, wants to have her like this every single day for the rest of his life, wants to claim her, mark her, show the world that she’s his and only his.

He opens his eyes again, choking out a moan once he sees her other hand moving fast in between her legs. Another closer look, and he’s realizing that she’s rubbing herself through her bikini bottoms, her fingers working quick and hard against the flimsy fabric.

“Holy fuck,” He groans out, his eyes now completely focused on how she’s fucking herself in front of him, getting herself off from getting him off, “F-fuck. Are you actually touching yourself right now?”

She moans around his dick, moving her hand even faster against her pussy, and Hyunjin feels dizzy, “God, that’s so hot. Fuck. Does sucking me off get you all hot and bothered, jagiya? One orgasm wasn’t enough for you?”

She’s rutting against her hand now, tears streaming down her face as he works her mouth on his cock. “Such a greedy little slut for me, jagiya. You just had to get yourself off right now. Couldn’t even wait until I came down your throat, huh?”

She cries against him, hips moving desperately, her fingers working even faster, swallowing him even harder, and he lets out a growl, feeling his vision start to blur as that warm feeling starts to shoot down his spine. “Fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, cum with me, fuck.”

She spazzes out, gaging around his cock with a loud cry, and his vision is turning white as he throws his head back, holding her head in place as he thrusts into her mouth, shooting his load all down her throat.

“Mhm, yeah, fuck,” He babbles out curses and moans and praises as he slowly thrusts his hips into her, working out his orgasm. His body feels like jelly, his heart feels full, and his dick is spent.

Ho-ly shit.

The sound of her choking out another sob brings him out of his post-orgasmic haze, and he’s jerking her head off his now softening dick, a trail of spit dripping down her chin and onto his thighs. She gasps once her mouth is finally free, and he’s instantly grabbing her arms to pull her up towards him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” He breathes out, wiping at her mouth with the back of his hand. She looks absolutely wrecked, and he feels a sense of pride swelling in his chest that he was the one who made her look this way, “Are you okay?”

She coughs once, wiping at the tears semi-dried on her cheeks, “I’ve never been better.”

She smiles at him, the stars twinkling brighter in her eyes, and he pulls her to lay on top of him, kissing the top of her head. She snuggles into him, her skin warm, and he feels complete.

Was this a bad idea? Probably. Did he think about the potential consequences of whipping his dick out in public? Nope. But Hyunjin realizes quickly that right here, with her lying on his chest and sand bunched up his ass, he doesn’t care. Not at all.

Her mind was spinning, desperately trying to remember if she left anything out of place. Her laptop was closed, still plugged into her desk, her room was clean—well, her side of the room was, so at least he won’t think she’s a slob. She couldn’t speak for Kat.

Y/N groaned softly, immediately straightening up at the kitchen downstairs, grabbing two cups like everything was normal. Except now she was starting to overthink, wondering why the fuck she even offered for him to come up to her room with her in the first place. And most importantly, why did he say yes? Was he into her? What if he’s sitting up there right now in her room, realizing this was a mistake? What if he’s looking around her room thinking he needs to leave immediately because she has a poster from their last album hidden behind her door?

Y/N’s stomach dropped. Did she take that down?

“I took it down. I took it down,” She whispered aloud to herself, feeling like she was going insane, “I definitely took it down.”

Did she, though? Oh no.

Drinks. She had come down here to grab them drinks. And this was a normal thing to do—people did this all the time. Especially while their brain replayed every single fan cam they had ever watched of said person that was currently inside their room. Especially then.

“Y/N!” Kat’s voice flowed through the music behind her, and she jumped slightly before turning around, feeling her heart pounding in her chest once she saw her walking towards her. She had a wide grin on her face, and a quick glance to her right immediately had her figuring out why she looked so happy.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Where have you been?” Kat continued once she got closer, taking a sip out of her drink.

“You know. Just… around.” Y/N swallowed thickly, trying not to stare at who was currently beside her.

“Lame,” She snorted in amusement before nudging her slightly, “Anyway, I promised I would introduce you, so here we are. Y/N, this is Chan. Chan, this is Y/N, my roommate and best friend.”

“I thought I was your best friend?” Chan pouted, gaze never wavering from Kat. Y/N tried to hold back her smile at how annoyed Kat looked, knowing she was anything but.

“You’re my second best friend now because you barely see me anymore,” She rolled her eyes in reply, and Chan scoffed, about to defend himself when she interrupted him, “Anyway. Y/N here is a Stay, as you know. She’s loved you guys since before I met her, and she is literally my girlfriend, so be nice to her or else.”

Y/N felt her face growing even hotter, having the sudden urge to just run into her room and lock herself in it. But if she did that, she’d be stuck in there with Hyunjin.

Oh god. He’s still up there waiting on her.

Chan turned to glance at her then, his eyes widening slightly, almost like he knew something she didn’t. The look of surprise quickly turned into something else as he smirked at her, an amused expression on his face. “Hi, Y/N. It’s very nice to meet you. Thank you for supporting us all these years, and keeping Kat company when I couldn’t.”

Y/N licked her lips nervously, clearing her throat quietly as she shifted a little on her feet. “Nice to meet you, Chan. Huge fan! Loved the last comeback, you all did so well!” She blurted out, immediately cringing because why did she just say that?

Kat snorted again, and Y/N ignored her, gulping loudly as she decided she should just turn back around and start mixing the drinks that she came down here for. She heard Chan and Kat talking behind her, and she took this opportunity to eye the punch a girl from their sorority mixed up earlier, debating if she should trust it or not. She eventually decided not to, choosing instead to mix up her own vodka cranberry, her and Kat’s go to at these things. She ended up adding an extra shot in hers, that way if she falls to knees and makes a complete fool of herself she has a valid excuse for it.

“Why do you have two cups?” Kat asked once she turned back around, fisting both cups in her hands.

Y/N glanced down at the cups, then back up, eyes discreetly shifting towards Chan, who was currently squinting his eyes at her in a way that he just knows that whatever is about to come out of her mouth is bullshit. “I’m going to drink them both.” She replied with a nod of her head, desperately trying to avoid Chan’s gaze on the side of her face.

“Bitch, I know you’re lying.”

“I-I’m not!” Y/N replied back quickly, voice raising slightly, gripping the cups a little tighter.

Kat rolled her eyes, “Come on, Y/N. Just say you have someone upstairs with you and be done with it.”

“What?” She shrieked out, “I-I don’t! There is… there’s nobody up there!”

This time, it was Chan who was snorting, and Y/N felt her face heat up even more when she glanced over at him. “Hm, so if we walk upstairs with you, you’re telling me we won’t find anyone in our room?” Kat asked mockingly, grinning in triumph once Y/N’s face paled at her question.

“You’re so annoying!” Y/N whined out in annoyance, stomping her foot on the floor lightly, knowing she can’t even lie anymore because they’d definitely see that Hyunjin was up there with her. And she doesn’t think Chan would be too happy about that.

“Yeah, yeah,” Kat waved her off, starting to mix her up another drink, “Have fun and don’t get too drunk. I don’t want to listen to you throw up all night.” She turned to Chan once she was done, gesturing for him to follow her to wherever they were going. He instantly followed, but not before turning towards Y/N one more time, a teasing smirk on his lips as he glanced at her one last time over his shoulder.

“Tell Hyunjin he needs to check his phone, please.”

Y/N felt like all the air had suddenly been knocked out of her lungs.

She watched them disappear in the crowd, eye twitching slightly, willing herself to calm the fuck down. He was definitely just messing with her. There’s no way he actually knew that Hyunjin was currently up in her room waiting on her to return with their drinks. There is absolutely no way.

“Okay,” She breathed out to herself, clutching the two plastic cups in her hands tighter, staring down at them like they might offer guidance, “This is fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”

Everything was, in fact, not fine.

Her heart was pounding so hard as she started walking out of the kitchen that it felt ridiculous. Y/N had imagined meeting Hyunjin before, multiple times. She imagined meeting him at a fan-signing or across a barricade at a concert, but not like this—not at one of her sorority parties, and definitely not with him casually waiting in her bedroom like it was no big deal. Did he do this a lot? Why does he seem completely unaffected while she’s currently freaking the fuck out?

Each step up the stairs felt louder than it should have, the music still blaring in her ears. Someone had suddenly bumped into her shoulder as they passed her, sloshing one of the drinks dangerously close to the rim. She flinched, tightening her grip, exhaling sharply as she closed her eyes for a second, really trying to pull herself together. She opened them again, walking up the rest of the stairs slowly, and by the time she had finally reached the top, her pulse had climbed into her throat.

The hallway was slightly quieter, the bass fading into a distant thud. She kept walking towards the back of the hall, freezing in her steps once she saw her door was slightly open, a thin line of warm light spilling into the dark.

She stopped just before it. For a second, she thought about running back downstairs to down a couple of shots so she could just forget about this insane situation she was currently in. But she couldn’t do that—she wouldn’t do that. So she took in a deep breath, and nudged the door open with her hip, bracing herself for the worst.

Her heart stopped in her chest once she saw him. He was standing up, glancing at the numerous pictures she had pinned up on the wall in front of her desk, casually looking at them like he had all the time in the world. She tried to ignore the way her entire body felt hot when she noticed he was staring particularly hard at the picture of her and Kat at the beach, holding giant margaritas in their hands with their matching bikinis on.

She shifted a little on her feet, and he glanced up when he heard her, expression easing into a small smile, “Hi. I thought you abandoned me for a second there.”

Her brain briefly stopped working. Then, by some miracle, she had stepped inside fully, nudging the door shut behind her with her foot, holding the drinks steady.

“There was a, um, long line in the kitchen,” She managed to reply without her voice betraying her, and Hyunjin nodded like that made perfect sense.

“Oh, here, let me help you,” Hyunjin walked towards her with rushed steps. He took one of the cups, their fingers brushing for half a second, and she really hoped the lighting was dim enough to hide how warm her face suddenly felt.

“Did it spill on you?” He asked, referring to how her hand was covered in the drink from where someone had knocked into her going up the stairs.

“Oh, yeah. Someone bumped into me, but it’s fine,” She shrugged her shoulders in reply before glancing towards him with a small grin, “Not the first time that’s happened tonight.”

Hyunjin’s eyes glanced down her body briefly, and she couldn’t help the way her thighs clenched together, hoping he didn’t notice. However, the faint smirk that played on his lips as he glanced back at her told her he did.

“I should probably change,” Y/N blurted out suddenly, nervously, and Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly, expression fading into something guilty as he nodded quickly.

“Oh, yes. I suppose that would be a wise choice,” He nodded quickly in reply, looking around the room a couple times, like he didn’t know what to do, “Should I, um, stand outside your door while you change?”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to! You already committed to the whole ruin my outfit thing tonight, so you might as well see it through.” She replied without thinking, cringing internally once those words left her mouth, because why did she say that?

Hyunjin let out a small, surprised laugh, and the sound rang heavenly in her ears. She turned away before he could see how much he was visibly affecting her, carefully setting her drink down on her desk before heading towards her drawer to pull it open, pretending to look for something to distract herself from her thoughts racing in her head.

“Yeah, I’m just going to have to wash this,” She spoke aloud more to herself than to him, glancing down her body one more time before standing back up, “Wait here. I’ll be back.”

Y/N slipped into the bathroom, closing the door halfway before leaning against the sink for half a second, trying to steady her breathing. She caught her reflection in the mirror—flushed, wide-eyed, very obviously trying to hold it together—and she let out a quiet laugh in disbelief, because what was her life right now?

It almost felt like one of those cringy scenarios she’s made up in her head before, because never in a million years would she be expecting to see Hwang Hyunjin at one of her sorority parties, standing in her room, patiently waiting on her to come out of the bathroom. It felt like a crazy K-Drama. It didn’t feel real.

She tried to shake off her nerves and sudden feeling of overwhelmingness by distracting herself with taking off her top and sliding her skirt down her legs. She cringed at the wet feeling, her skin a little sticky from where the Coke had been sitting there for too long, and she shivered at the coolness of the air, her nipples immediately hardening.

She threw her clothes into the dirty hamper they keep in the bathroom, turning around to grab her clean clothes to put on. Only when she glanced around to see where they were, they were nowhere in sight.

Y/N blinked. Did she not bring any of her clothes in here?

“Fucking fantastic,” She whispered to herself when coming to the realization that she did, in fact, forget to bring her clothes into the bathroom with her. And not only that, but she was now very much naked, with a very much real Hyunjin still waiting outside the door.

Fucking fantastic.

“Hey,” She called out for him without thinking, forcing her voice back to something steady, “I’m sorry for asking this, but do you mind grabbing one of my t-shirts in that drawer I left open? I have some shorts in the drawer below it too, if you don’t mind.”

“Yeah, sure.” His voice sounded a lot closer than she expected, and she jumped slightly, willing herself to get it the fuck together.

She heard him shuffling through her clothes and immediately wanted to throw herself out of the window. She should have just put her clothes back on and walked back out there herself. She’s probably making him so uncomfortable right now, and that’s the last thing she wants to do.

“Here,” His voice knocked her out of her thoughts, soft and low, and it had goosebumps immediately forming on her bare skin. She cleared her throat slightly, stepping behind the door as she opened it up just enough to reach out to grab ahold of the clothes. Their fingers brushed against each other as he handed it over, and it sent a ridiculous jolt up her arm.

“Thank you,” She shrieked out, quickly pulling her arm back and cracking the door back.

“Mhm,” He mumbled back, footsteps moving away from the door.

Y/N released a long breath, leaning over to place the clothes on the closed toilet seat. However, she suddenly froze upon realizing that what she was currently holding in her hands definitely was not one of her t-shirts, but a black hoodie that she knew didn’t belong to her.

She stared at it for a second, mouth gaped open in slight shock, feeling her entire face flush red. Did he just give her his own hoodie? His own hoodie from his back?

Holy shit.

“Um, Hyunjin?” She called his name again, heart beating out of her chest as she inspected the hoodie in her hands like it was one of her lab specimens from her biology class freshman year.

“Yes?” His reply was instant, slightly distant, feet shuffling towards the door again, making her want to vomit.

“This isn’t… this hoodie isn’t mine,” She squeaked out embarrassingly.

“Oh, yes, it’s mine,” He replied back like it was the most casual thing ever to lend her his own hoodie, “I just thought you might be cold in just shorts and a t-shirt. You can keep it, if you want. It’s the least I can do, since I did ruin your outfit.”

Y/N felt like she was about to pass out. How is this even real right now?

Y/N didn’t reply right away, staring at the hoodie like it might disappear if she blinked too hard. Did Hwang Hyunjin just say she could wear his hoodie? And not only that, but keep it?

Holy. Shit.

“I am sorry,” He spoke again through the door, knocking her out of her trance she was in, “I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. I can bring you a t-shirt. Give me one second.”

“No!” She yelled out instantly, cringing at how desperate she sounded, “I-I mean, it’s okay! That’s very thoughtful of you to do that. Thank you. I’ll wear it.”

She gulped loudly, quickly sliding on the pair of black shorts he had picked out for her before slipping the hoodie over her head. She got a whiff of his cologne instantly, and wanted to scream at how good he smelled.

The hoodie swallowed her whole, covering her shorts completely. At a glance in the mirror, it looked like she wasn’t even wearing any shorts at all, and she found herself blushing again at that thought. The sleeves of his hoodie covered her hands, and she brushed through her hair once before releasing another deep breath, feeling wildly insane, because how is this actually happening right now?

After slightly panicking for half a second, she opened the door, closing it back softly behind her as she walked back into her room. Hyunjin was standing near the bed, fidgeting with his baseball cap that Y/N just now realized he took off, her eyes widening slightly as she took a good look at him. He was now only in a white t-shirt, slightly baggy at the bottom, his bare arms now on display. His hair was long, messily tucked behind his ears, and it looked so soft. Blonde hair suited him well, and it was always one of her favorite looks of his. He was so beautiful that she couldn’t bring herself to look away now that she has a much better view of his face.

“Hm,” He hummed out lightly, catching her attention as she jumped slightly, “It suits you well.”

Y/N felt her mouth go dry. “Oh,” She breathed out, feeling her hands start to sweat, “Thank you. You… smell really good.”

Hyunjin must have saw how embarrassed she looked once those words left her mouth as he grinned in amusement, a low chuckle falling from his lips that made her weak at the knees.

She should sit down.

“You can sit on my bed,” She gestured to the bed quickly, walking over to the desk to grab his drink that was now sitting beside hers. He must have placed it there, “I don’t mind at all. You can put your hat on the bed, too, or on the desk. Whatever you want.”

“Okay. Thank you,” He smiled again, cautiously sitting down on the edge of her bed, sitting his hat behind him. Y/N held his drink out towards him, her hand shaking slightly as she did so, his fingers brushing against hers once again and shooting that same spark up her entire arm. She tried to ignore it, taking a step back to grab ahold of her own drink before sinking down to the floor in front of him, sitting crisscross applesauce. It felt easier sitting here than thinking about how close he was if she sat beside him.

He noticed, because of course he did.

“Do you always sit on the floor?” He asked, slightly confused, slightly curious.

“Only when I don’t trust myself to act normal,” She blurted out a reply.

“Oh,” He raised an eyebrow, “That bad?”

Y/N tilted her head, considering his words, licking her lips nervously, “It was. I think I’m stabilizing now, though.”

“Good,” A small smile tugged at his mouth. Y/N nodded in reply, taking a small sip of her drink in attempts to distract herself. She could feel his gaze on her, and it made her entire body feel hot.

He shifted suddenly, and Y/N glanced back at him to see that he was now sliding off her bed to sit on the floor beside her.

She blinked. “You don’t have to—“

“I know,” He interrupted her gently, mirroring her position. His knee brushed against hers ever so slightly, “It feels less uneven like this. And I just… want to be beside you.”

His slight confession had her wanting to melt into this floor. She glanced at him again, suddenly no longer seeing him as the person she had watched perform on stage through her laptop screen, but as someone choosing to sit on her bedroom floor with her so she wouldn’t feel out of place.

“Thank you,” She said quietly, and he nodded once, like it wasn’t a big deal.

Y/N watched as he moved his gaze towards the drink in his hands, staring at it like he was debating whether he wanted to drink it or not. “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to. It won’t offend me,” She piped up beside him, and he glanced over at her once before focusing back on the liquid in the cup.

“It’s not that. I just… I’m not really allowed to drink alcohol,” He confessed quietly, and Y/N immediately started to feel bad for making him one in the first place.

“But I won’t tell if you don’t,” He added in quickly, lips curling into a faint smirk as he flicked his gaze back over to her.

“Of course I won’t. I signed a NDA, remember?” She laughed out, taking another sip of her drink, “I just don’t want you to get in trouble. Or do something you don’t want to.”

“I couldn’t care less about that,” He mumbled to himself before taking a small sip. Something about the way he said it had her chest feeling tight.

He hummed at the taste, eyebrows raising as he took another sip. “You’re not even going to ask me what’s in it?” Y/N asked teasingly, shifting her body a little, her knee brushing against his again.

“Don’t need to. If you made it, I’m sure it’s good,” He shrugged his shoulders, licking his lips once he pulled the cup away from his mouth, “Plus, I trust you. I know you won’t poison me.”

“That’s… very bold of you to assume,” She smirked at him slightly, trying to appear completely un-fazed at his words when she’s anything but.

“Hm. Is it?” He grinned, tilting his head to the side as he peered at her over the rim of his cup. He looked so pretty Y/N had a really hard time believing he was actually real.

His eyes glanced back over towards the pictures above her desk, flicking his head in their direction, “You are Kat’s roommate?”

“Yeah, I am,” She followed his gaze before glancing back over at him, “We’ve been best friends since our freshman year here. The messier side of the room is hers, if you can’t tell.”

“She is just like Chan,” Hyunjin shook his head in amusement as his eyes raked over her side of the room briefly, “Chan is also messy. No wonder they get along so well.”

At the mention of Chan, Y/N suddenly thought back to his comment he made earlier while they were in the kitchen. She chewed on her lip, debating if she should bring it up or not.

“Does Chan know you’re up here with me?” She decided to ask instead, chewing on her bottom lip softly.

“No,” He replied quietly, tracing the rim of his cup with one of his fingers, “I… didn’t tell him. I didn’t tell anyone.”

Y/N nodded, this weird feeling overcoming her all of a sudden. She almost felt guilty, in a way, as they both know he definitely shouldn’t be up here with her right now, sitting beside her so casually, drinking alcohol like it wasn’t a big deal. She shouldn’t have invited him up to her room with her. She’s being selfish by keeping him up here.

“You are overthinking,” Hyunjin’s voice was soft, eyes gentle, “Don’t. There are many things I’m not allowed to do. This is just the first time in a long time I decided I don’t want to listen.”

Y/N smiled at that, and he mirrored her expression instantly. His smile was so beautiful that it had her heart doing flips in her chest over and over again.

“I’m really glad you’re up here with me,” Y/N spoke shyly, sitting her cup on the floor in front of her, lightly tracing the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Me too,” The way he said it was so genuine that it pulled at something tight in her chest. His eyes were dancing across her face, trailing down her body briefly before looking back at her. She felt her neck flush.

“Can I ask you something?”

Y/N nodded her head, not trusting herself to speak. He was looking at her more carefully now, like he was choosing his next words cautiously, “Why do you like us?”

She didn’t answer right away. It wasn’t the question herself that had her stuck, but it was the fact that he was asking her. She’d been asked that question before in passing conversations with friends or online, but coming from him, sitting here with him like this, it felt different. It felt less like small talk, and more like he actually wanted to understand.

“That’s a dangerous question,” Her lips quirked, mindlessly picking at the edge of the plastic cup.

“How so?”

“If I say something embarrassing, I won’t be able to take it back.”

He chuckled lightly, taking another sip of his drink, “I won’t use it against you. Probably.”

“Wow. That’s reassuring.”

“No, I’m serious,” He laughed, adjusting his body a little closer towards her. She noticed the small action, biting her lip to hide her grin.

“Well, obviously, the music is great. And the way you all perform on stage is truly mesmerizing. You can tell you work so hard to give your best every time, and I find that very admirable,” She glanced away from him then, like she was embarrassed to be saying this out loud, “But it was also just more like… consistently, I guess. Like, no matter what was going on in my life, there was always something new to look forward to. A song, a video, even just updates on Bubble.”

She shrugged, a little self-conscious now, “It sounds weird when I say it out loud.”

“It doesn’t,” He replied quickly, and Y/N glanced back up at him shyly.

“It really doesn’t,” He repeated himself, a little quieter this time, and Y/N swallowed thickly, feeling very hot under his gaze.

“I think it was also… the feeling that someone out there was working hard, even when I wasn’t. Or when I couldn’t. It made me feel… less stuck, I guess.”

Y/N hated how vulnerable her words came out, and she cleared her throat slightly, shifting a little before bringing the drink back up to her lips, taking a small sip. Hyunjin was looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite make out, his head tilted just slightly as he listened to her. He looked so endearing like this.

“Do you… ever feel stuck?” She found herself asking, immediately regretting the words once they came out of her mouth. She had no business prying into his personal life like this.

“All the time,” He answered before Y/N could apologize for her question, the honestly of it catching her completely off guard. He let out a quiet breath, leaning his head back against the side of her bed, “I mean, it’s a different kind of stuck, but it’s still there.”

“How?”

He was quiet for a second, like he was deciding what to say, eyes trailing across her face once again. “Sometimes, it feels like everything is already decided for me. What I do, where I go, how I act. Even how I’m supposed to feel about things,” He gave a small, almost self-aware laugh, “There’s always a version of me that people expect, and it’s just… easier to stay in it.”

Y/N nodded slowly, feeling a pang in her chest at how tired his expression was, at how strained his voice was. She can’t even begin to imagine what he has to go through—what idols have to go through—on a daily basis. She wanted to reach out and grab ahold of his hand, give him a safe space to vent if he needed to, but held herself back. She didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, and it wouldn’t be appropriate.

“People think they know me, or know a version of me,” He tilted his head towards her, eyes catching the low light the lamp spread across the room, “Which version of me do you like better?”

His words had her breath catching in her throat, her body going stiff. There was an unreadable look in his eyes, but an underlying sense of vulnerability hidden in the way he said it.

“I don’t know this one yet.”

Her words hung in the air for a minute, and Y/N wondered for a second if she shouldn’t have said that.

“Then ask me something else.”

Y/N hesitated, but only for a second. “Are you happy?”

“That’s what you go with?” Hyunjin laughed quietly, although there was no actual humor behind it.

Y/N felt her cheeks heating up in slight embarrassment, “You said to ask you something else. That’s my question.”

He studied her for a long moment, almost like he was deciding whether to give her the truth or something else, his gaze burning her skin. “Sometimes, yes. I’m happy on stage, around the members, and in certain moments,” He replied softly, fingers tracing the rim of the solo cup absentmindedly, “But… it’s complicated.”

“Yeah, I can imagine,” Y/N nodded her head lightly, “You don’t look like someone who gets to be just one thing, you know? That kind of life… your kind of life… it just stretches you.”

Something in Hyunjin’s expression softened at that, and he shifted a little closer towards her. “You’re good at that.”

“At what?”

“Seeing people.”

Y/N shrugged, suddenly feeling very shy under his gaze and close proximity, “Only when they let me.”

He didn’t say anything. The back of her neck felt hot, and she cleared her throat awkwardly, taking another sip of her drink as she avoided his reaction. She could feel his gaze boring holes into the side of her face, and it had her pulse drumming against her skin.

“What about you? Are you happy?” He asked lowly, the tone of his voice causing her to visibly shiver.

“You don’t have to ask me that just because I did,” She laughed quietly, trying to act like the question didn’t even faze her, lower-half of her face still covered by her cup.

“I’m not. I’m asking because I want to.”

She lowered the cup slowly, working up the courage to flicker her eyes back towards him. There was something different in his expression now, focusing entirely on her in a way that made her chest tighten.

“I think I’m still figuring that out,” She admitted softly, “I guess I’m kind of like you, in a way. I feel like I spend a lot of time doing what I’m supposed to do, and not what I want to do.”

“And what do you want to do?” His response was instant, the question lingering in the air. Her fingers tightened slightly around the cup at the intensity of his gaze.

“Right now?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hyunjin placed his drink down on the floor beside him carefully before leaning in towards her. It wasn’t close enough to close the space between them, but it was close enough that she could feel the warmth of him, and that was enough to have her spiraling.

“Yeah,” He murmured out, his breath lightly fanning her face, “Right now.”

Y/N’s pulse picked up, sudden and undeniable. She could feel it in her throat, in her wrist, in her neck, everywhere. Her eyes searched his face, looking for any trace of amusement, anything to show her he was just messing with her right now. But there was nothing. It was just him, waiting.

“I want for you to stop looking at me like that.”

His lips curved into a smirk, slow and knowing, “Like what?”

“Like you already know my answer.” She breathed out, breathless, feeling like her head was spinning.

He inched closer, softly grabbing her own drink from her slightly trembling hands, eyes never leaving hers as he gently placed it down on the floor next to his. Y/N noticed that he had intentionally placed them a good bit out of their reach, and couldn’t help the way her thighs clenched at that realization. His eyes flickered down to them once before he was looking back into her own, gaze darkening into something she had only seen in his intense choreographies—that same gaze that had always drawn her towards him. Except now, instead of it focusing on a camera, it was focused directly on her.

“Maybe I do.”

Her breath caught in her throat when he moved closer, hands lightly brushing against hers where it now rested on the floor. “I think…” He trailed off lowly, eyes dropping briefly towards her lips, then back up, “I think you want me a little closer than this.”

He let his hand settle fully over hers now, his thumb tracing a slow, absentminded line along the back of her hand. She felt her throat closing up, his touch shooting sparks up her entire body, and she felt like she was really about to pass out now.

“And?” She asked, barely breathing now.

His hand moved from the back of her hand to rest against her inner thigh, the contact against her bare skin making her body jolt. Her lips parted, leg twitching just slightly, and he leaned in a little closer, his scent making her feel dizzy.

“And I think… you want me to kiss you, to touch you, to make you feel good,” His hand traveled a little higher up, brushing against the hem of her shorts, “Am I right?”

“Yes,” She whined out, not even embarrassed at how desperate she sounded, “You… you already know you are.”

She un-crossed her legs, leaning her body back, and Hyunjin immediately crawled in-between them, chasing her mouth with his. His lips brushed against hers ever so softly. Y/N couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped her mouth from the slight contact, because is he about to kiss her right now?

Holy shit.

“This is a bad idea,” She let out without thinking, feeling her nerves eating at her entire body.

Hyunjin let out a soft breath, almost a laugh, but it carried the same tension twisting in her chest, “Definitely. But I really don’t give a fuck.”

Her legs clamped around his body at his words, a soft whine falling from her lips as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes briefly, attempting to steady her breathing. She gasped loudly once she felt his lips lightly grazing the exposed skin of her neck, eyes shooting open in slight shock, leaning back on her hands. The tension that had been simmering between them snapped into something undeniable—heat, urgency, a kind of reckless honestly that neither of them had allowed before.

She was breathing heavy, tilting her head to the side to give him better access, biting her lip as she felt his lips kiss up towards her ear oh so slowly. “Do you want me?” He breathed out lowly.

“Yes,” She replied instantly, the word coming out breathless and whiny, “I want you so bad. You know how much I want you, Hyunjin. Please.”

That seemed to be what he needed to hear, because within seconds, his mouth was clashing into hers with so much force that it had her falling back onto the floor behind them. He came down with her, caging her in, a low moan rumbling in his chest as his mouth worked against her own. His hand slid underneath her shorts, grazing lightly against her panties, the other holding his body up.

“Is this okay?” He breathed out into her mouth, finger just barely brushing against her clit.

“Yes, yes, please,” She whined out, spreading her legs more for him, feeling dazed as fuck.

He didn’t waste any time in slipping his hand underneath her panties, both of them moaning out at the feeling. He dipped a finger in her pussy before moving it up to start circling her clit, working fast against her.

“Ssibal,” (Fuck), Hyunjin moaned out lowly, the sound sending shivers down her spine in the absolute best way, “You are… so wet. Is this for me?”

“Y-yes,” She cried out, hips jerking up with each hard flick against her clit, “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” He let out in complete disbelief, Y/N’s hands turning into fists beside her, already feeling like she was about to cum all over his finger—just one finger, “Do not be sorry about that. I want you to drench my entire hand. Understand?”

His words only had her dripping down her thighs even more. Y/N nodded rapidly, feeling too worked up to properly reply, and he cursed again, suddenly pulling his hand out of her shorts completely. Y/N whined at the loss of contact, feeling slightly embarrassed as she glanced at him. Did she do something wrong?

“I need to see you,” He breathed out, pupils blown wide, “Will you let me?”

It took her a second to figure out what he meant, quickly nodding her head back and forth, as if she’d ever deny him anything.

Her hips lifted as he grabbed ahold of her shorts, quickly tugging them down her legs, along with her panties, leaving her completely bare from the waist down—completely bare for him from the waist down.

She suddenly felt hyper-aware at the fact that her pussy was now very much in his direct view and that she was, embarrassingly enough, dripping onto her floor. She felt her face turning red, felt his hands creeping back in-between her thighs to spread them wider for him, and she couldn’t even bring herself to be embarrassed once she felt his fingers on her again.

“Is this okay?” Hyunjin rasped out, fingers working against her clit in a way that had her vision starting to blur.

“Yes, yes, fuck,” She moaned out, throwing her head back against the floor, eyes screwing shut as she started to grind against his hand. She heard him moan lowly before inserting two fingers inside her, the slight stretch making her let out a low moan.

“Fuck, neo jinjja wiheomhae,” (You’re really dangerous) Hyunjin moaned out lowly, thrusting his fingers in and out at a pace that had her feeling hot, “So wet… you are soaking in my fingers. How does it feel? Hm? Malhae.” (Tell me).

“S-so good. Feels so good… I think I’m g-gonna… oh fuck,” She babbled out, his fingers hitting that sweet spot inside her so perfectly that it had her back arching, her mouth falling open as a warmth flooded through her entire body.

“Not yet,” He grunted out, abruptly slipping his fingers out of her pussy. She let out a loud whine at the sudden loss of contact, feeling like she could cry from how quickly her orgasm was taken away from her.

“Hyunjin,” She whined out his name, desperately rubbing her legs together to chase some sort of friction that he deprived her from, “Why… why did you stop?”

He didn’t reply. Y/N felt his body moving, felt his hands trailing down her legs as he gently held them open, and she opened her eyes to glance at him to see what he was doing. She couldn’t help the loud gasp that escaped her mouth when she saw him.

He was lying on his stomach, one hand softly resting against her left thigh, the other spreading her lips apart as he gazed at her pussy so intensely. She could feel his warm breath lightly fanning against her pussy, his lips parted as he watched his fingers move against her.

“Hyunjin,” She whimpered out, squirming a little at his gaze, really trying not to cum all over his face right now because what the fuck?

“Want to taste you. Been wanting to taste you all night,” He admitted lowly, tilting his head slightly as he licked his lips, finger flicking against her clit, causing a moan to fall from her lips, “Want you to cum on my mouth so bad. Will you?”

And fuck, if he doesn’t do something soon, Y/N is literally going to cum on his pretty face completely untouched.

“You can do anything you want to me,” She breathed out, not even caring how needy she sounded, “Just make me cum, please.”

“So needy, jagiya,” (Baby), He smirked, rubbing her thigh softly, face inching even closer to her pussy. Y/N understood what that word meant, feeling like she was about to combust for real this time, because only in her deepest, darkest dreams has she imagined him calling her that.

“Oh, fuck,” She moaned out once he licked a long stripe up her pussy, her hips jerking at the feeling. His tongue was so warm and soft and wet against her that it had her hands immediately reaching down to grip at the back of his head.

“S-sorry,” She breathed out once she realized what she just did, her hands letting go of his head as she balled them into fists beside her. He grunted into her, hands wrapping around her own as he guided them back towards the back of his head, Y/N’s fingers twitching at how soft his hair was.

“You can touch me, jagiya,” He mumbled against her, squeezing her hands once before letting go, “You can do whatever you want to me.”

Y/N didn’t even have time to react before his mouth was back on her, lapping against her entrance, moaning into her with every flick of his tongue. She tugged harshly at his hair, back arching in absolute bliss as he rapidly flicked his tongue against her clit, two of his fingers curling up into her pussy, instantly hitting that same spot that had her moaning out his name.

“Na jom bwa,” (Look at me) Hyunjin let out in-between flicks of his tongue, adding in a third finger and thrusting into her at a pace that had her eyes starting to roll in the back of her head, “I want to see your pretty face when you fall apart for me.”

She whined out his name, willing herself to glance down at him. That same warmth that flooded through her earlier came back at full force once she saw him quite literally devouring her pussy like it’s the best thing he’s tasted, his gaze dark, sensual, completely focused on her. “Yes. Nahante jipjunghae,” (Eyes on me) He hummed into her, lips curling around her clit and sucking so hard that it had her seeing stars.

She came with a loud cry of his name, body spazzing out completely as she tightened her legs around his face, riding out her high by grinding onto his face. She kept moaning out his name, felt his hands rubbing up and down her thighs as he moved his head in perfect sync with her hips, still eating her pussy like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.

Y/N felt like her soul just left her entire body. She felt like she was floating, her body felt limp, and her pussy was fluttering in all the right ways.

She leaned her head back on the ground, trying to steady her breathing, eyes glancing up at the ceiling. She felt so wet, could feel her cum and Hyunjin’s spit dripping in-between her thighs. She should have been embarrassed—mortified, even. But Hyunjin just gave her quite literally the best orgasm she’s ever had in her entire life, and she feels like she could now die in peace.

He was moving up her body, leaving light kisses against her legs as he made his way up, humming against her skin softly. Her eyes fluttered shut once she felt his hands slowly lifting up his hoodie, leaving a trail of kisses all over her stomach before pulling the fabric back down to cover her, stuffing his face into the side of her neck.

“Feel good?” He asked lowly into her ear, kissing just below her earlobe.

“Yes, so good,” Y/N breathed out, leaning her head to the side to give him more room. He hummed against her neck, his hands softly playing with the bottom of his hoodie.

“Was that okay?”

“Yes, definitely okay,” She replied quickly, trying to swallow down the dryness in her throat, “You made me feel so good, Hyunjin.”

He leaned his face up, and Y/N turned her head to face him, breath hitching in her throat at how close they were. His entire mouth was glistening in her cum, his lips slightly swollen and parted, and Y/N had the sudden urge to kiss him and taste herself on him. So, she did.

He kissed her back with just as much desperation, head tilting as he kissed her deeper, his hand coming up to rest behind her neck, guiding her into him. Hyunjin was such a good kisser. She could kiss him every single day for the rest of her life and be more than content.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” She breathed out a moan in his mouth, his teeth clashing against hers.

“Probably not,” He agreed, yet it didn’t stop him.

Y/N bit his bottom lip softly, leaning up to crawl in-between his legs and into his lap, gasping into his mouth once she felt how hard he was through his jeans. Her hands were tightly clutching the bottom of his t-shirt, his dick rocking against her pussy, and she felt her head spinning.

Hyunjin gripped her hips, guiding her to grind against his dick, pupils blown wide as he gazed down at her, “Do you still want me, jagiya?”

“You know I do, Hyunjin,” She whined out, his dick hitting against her clit just right that it had her entire body lighting up again.

He stopped her movements against him, and she glanced at him, very confused and slightly nervous, watching as he studied her for a second before flicking his head over towards her bed.

“Can you get on the bed for me?”

Y/N nodded her head, moving off his body as Hyunjin stood up, his hands reaching out towards her as he helped her stand. Her legs felt like jello, slightly unbalanced in his grip, no doubt a side effect of the mind-blowing orgasm she just had. His hands trailed down towards her hips, jerking her body towards him as he dug his face back into the side of her neck, softly nipping at the skin as he led them both towards the bed.

The back of her knees suddenly hit the edge of the bed and she gasped in surprise once he pushed her to sit down. He kicked her legs apart, standing between them, looking down at her with a gaze so hungry that it had her pussy clenching around nothing.

“Scoot back for me,” He lightly commanded, gripping the bottom of his t-shirt, slowly pulling it over his head.

Y/N couldn’t help the small shriek that escaped her mouth at the sight of his bare chest, eyes seemingly mesmerized at how beautiful he was. His skin was so smooth, so defined, so lean, that it had her wanting—no, needing—to touch him all over and make him feel as good as he just made her. Without thinking, she placed her hands on his lower abdomen, moaning lightly as she traced his abs with his fingers before tugging at the button of his jeans.

He swat her hands away, the action startling her, her face immediately flushing in embarrassment. She had opened her mouth to stutter out a string of apologies, when his low voice interrupted her.

“I said, scoot back on the bed. Maybe if you listen to me, you will get what you want, hm?”

It was embarrassing how fast she obeyed him, scrambling backwards on the bed, legs clamped shut in front of her. “Mal jal deutne,” (You listen so well) He grinned, hands slowly coming down to tease at the button on his jeans, her breath hitching in her throat.

Hyunjin cocked his head to the side, popping the button off as he watched her intently, “Take my hoodie off.”

Y/N hesitated, but only for a second before gripping the bottom of the hoodie, holding her breath once she slipped it over her head. Heat pooled in-between her legs once she forced herself to look at him again, his gaze dark as his eyes danced across her chest.

“Fuck,” He mumbled out, toying with the zipper on his jeans. His eyes traveled back up towards her face, “Are you sure you want this? With me?”

Y/N felt her heart fall into her ass. Is she sure? She’s never been so sure of anything in her entire life.

“Yes,” She breathed out, voice slightly wavering despite her attempts of keeping it even, “I want you, Hyunjin.”

He let out a pleased hum, slowly stepping out of his jeans, leaving him in just his Calvin’s. Y/N’s eyes instantly settled in-between his legs, whimpering at how thick and delicious he looked straining against his briefs. She rubbed her thighs together even harder, feeling like she could cum from just looking at him, because how can someone look like this?

“Spread your legs for me, jagiya, and let me see how much you really want me.” He commanded lowly, goosebumps forming on her skin from the tone of his voice—a stark contrast from what she was used to watching him online.

The cool air against her pussy made her shiver once she spread her legs, and he groaned lowly, sinking down into the bed as he began to crawl towards her, immediately clashing his mouth against hers as he settled his body on top of her. Her hands instantly tangled themselves in his long hair, tugging at the soft strands, pulling him even closer.

His lips were like heaven. They were so soft and so plush and he tasted so good in her mouth that she couldn’t get enough.

“You are… so addicting,” He mumbled into her mouth, his hands reaching between them to tug his underwear down. His cock sprang free, rubbing against her pussy as she shifted her hips up, and she gasped into him, grinding her hips up against him more. She didn’t dare look down. She thinks she might black out if she did.

He cursed into her mouth, their teeth clashing against each other, and she shivered once she felt the head of cock lightly brushing her entrance. “Can I… will you let me fuck you?” He panted out, forehead resting against hers as he stared at her.

“Yes, yes, please,” She babbled out, high on adrenaline and everything Hwang Hyunjin, “Please fuck me, Hyunjin. Please, please,”

“Condoms?” He strained out, looking like he was this close to losing his mind.

“In… in the drawer…” She breathed out, feeling like if he doesn’t grab it fast enough, she would, too.

As soon as he pulled off of her, he was already back on her before she could properly form a thought. She watched him, legs spread and pussy clenching, as he rolled the condom on his very large cock, her eyes about to pop out of her head from how delicious he looked doing it. He winced once he got it on, crawling back in-between her legs to rub his cock against her.

“It’s a little snug, but it’ll do,” He smirked lightly, biting his lip as he sat back on the heels of his feet, watching his cock glide between her folds.

Y/N flushed at his comment, hips jolting once he started to circle the head of his cock against her clit. “So wet for me… always so wet for me,” He hummed, a little dazed, “You’ve been wanting this for a while, yes? Wanting me?”

Y/N felt her cheeks burning, biting her lip, refusing to answer him. “Please… please…”

“Answer me,” He slapped her pussy with his cock, and she moaned loudly, the bass outside her door thumping in sync with her heartbeat, “Tell me. Tell me how obsessed you are with me, and I’ll fuck this pretty pussy.”

“I… I’ve wanted this for so long,” She strained out, face flushed hot, gasping once she felt the head of his dick slowly slipping in, the slight stretch making her feel insane, “Fuck… A-always knew you were my bias, even when I watched your D-District 9 performance… I-I was mesmerized by the way you rapped, the way your body moved, h-how much stage presence you carried,”

He slipped inside her a little bit more, a long moan falling from her lips as he urged her to keep going. “B-but it’s not just the obvious things. It’s the parts of you that don’t feel practiced… the parts of you that happen when you think nobody is paying attention,” She breathed out, holding his gaze, “I’ve been paying attention.”

Silence settled in, but it felt intentional—it felt close. He was still gazing down at her, one hand on the base of his dick, the other resting against her thigh. His eyes were flickering with something Y/N couldn’t make out, and she clenched around him once he moved forward ever so slightly.

“I think those things matter. How you never interrupt people when you have something to say. And when you laugh, there’s always that half-second where you process it first, like it has to be real before you let yourself react,” She whined out softly, knowing this is probably the worst time to say all of this but it’s her truth, “They matter because they’re honest. You don’t smooth them out or hide them. It just… it makes you feel real to me.”

“You feel real to me, too,” He groaned lowly, leaning his body over hers to catch her lips in his own. Her legs wrapped around his waist, hands coming up to rest at the back of his neck. She dug her heels into his ass, urging him to push all the way into her, his head falling into the crook of her neck.

“This is a bad idea,” He roughly mumbled into her neck, hands tightening around her hips.

“Yeah,” Y/N breathed, heart pounding in her throat, hands loosening just slightly on the back of his head.

He raised his head to look at her again, and whatever he saw there made his expression soften for her for half a second before it disappeared again under something more intense.

Then he was kissing her again, with zero hesitation this time. He kissed her like he wanted to, like there was no more pretending that they didn’t know exactly what they were doing. She pulled him closer, as if there had never been a chance she wouldn’t. His dick slid past her folds, stretching her open a little bit more. She moaned his name again, soft, pleading, desperate.

“You are… so beautiful, Y/N,” He let out softly, a little breathless, his hands gently caressing her thighs as he held onto them, “Neoneun naega bon saram junge gajang areumdawo,” (You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen).

The words she wanted to say to him got caught in her throat once he bottomed out completely, the feel of him making her eyes cross. His moan was so loud, so deep and guttural, that it had her clenching around him instantly, provoking another sound to ring oh so heavenly in her ears.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so tight,” He hissed out, hotly panting into her skin.

Y/N moaned in response, feeling so full with him inside her, hands rubbing all over his shoulders, his arms, his back, everywhere. She hasn’t slept with someone in so long that she almost forgot what it even felt like, not that she has hooked-up with many people to begin with. But even then, nothing could compare to how perfect Hyunjin’s cock was stuffing her full right now.

“Hyunjin,” She whimpered his name out, feeling like she might die if he doesn’t move soon.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” He replied instantly, grip tight on her hips, his breath coming out in rapid pants against her neck, “I’m so sorry. It’s been awhile, for me. I just need a second, otherwise this will be over very quickly.”

“It’s… been awhile for me, too,” She swallowed thickly, nails lightly grazing his back, “It’s okay. Take your time. I’ll be here.”

She immediately wanted to slap herself upside the head, because of fucking course she’ll be here. Where the fuck else is she supposed to go?

Hyunjin breathed out a small laugh, “I sure hope so.”

He started moving again, slowly, pulling out just a little to lightly thrust back into her. He lowly grunted at the movement, repeating the same action, mumbling out a few curses.

Hyunjin leaned his head up, eyes dancing across Y/N’s face a couple times before biting his bottom lip, readjusting himself to lean back on his heels, getting back in the same position he was in before. Y/N’s breath hitched, toes slightly curling from how his cock shifted inside her, watching him expectantly.

“Legs up.”

She lifted her legs up, his hands coming down to rest on her thighs, spreading her open wider for him. He groaned lowly once he flickered his gaze down, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of her pussy swallowing his cock. Y/N whimpered at the sight, feeling herself drenching down her thighs, having the sudden urge to reach one of her hands down to rub against her clit.

He glanced back at her again, “Eyes on me while I fuck you.”

A sudden, quick thrust of his hips knocked the air out of her lungs. Her body jolted backwards, a loud moan falling from her lips, and she threw her head back, eyes screwing shut in complete bliss.

A harsh smack to the side of her thigh had her eyes popping back open, gasping loudly at the sting that lingered there. “Keep your eyes on me, jagiya. I don’t like to repeat myself. You will figure that out soon enough.”

A choked moan fell from her lips as he snapped his hips back into her. She leaned her head forward, forcing it to stay upright as she watched him, a faint smirk grazing his lips. “Good girl,” He hummed, grabbing ahold of her thighs, leaning his body back a little, “Now watch me make you fall apart all over my cock.”

A scream rippled through her once he snapped his hips back into hers, fucking into her at a pace so rough and relentless that it had her vision blurring. Her pussy was so wet, sucking him in greedily, taking everything he was giving her.

“H-Hyunjin,” She choked out his name, mind clouding with desire, her hands coming up to grab at her breasts, tugging at her nipples, “F-feels so good… fuck me… so good… mhm… fuck,”

“Yes, jagiya,” He growled, gaze darkening as he watched her playing with herself, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust forward, “You like playing with your little nipples while I fuck this tight pussy? Hm? You feel me stretching you out, claiming you as mine?”

“Yes, yes, fuck,” She babbled out, her head hitting against her bed frame, but she didn’t care, “S-stretch me out so good, Hyunjin. W-wanna be yours. Let me be your slut, please.”

His eyes widened at her words, his grip tightening on her thighs, a completely new expression forming on his face. “Yeah?” He gave a fucked out smirk, his hair falling into his face, making him look so delectable that it had her feeling absolutely feral, “Wanna be my little slut for the night? Want me to stuff you full of my cock, make a mess in your pussy?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” She whined out with each sharp thrust, “P-please… wanna cum so bad on your cock, want you to s-stuff me full with your cum… please, please, please.”

Y/N knew she was out of her fucking mind and he most definitely will not be doing that, but she was living out one of her wildest fantasies right now, and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t make the most of it.

He growled out something in Korean Y/N didn’t understand, and her entire body started to feel warm, that familiar pit forming in her stomach, threatening to explode, “F-fuck, Hyunjin, I’m g-gonna…”

Her body was suddenly shoved to the side, face half-way stuffed into her mattress as his dick slipped out of her, an embarrassingly wet sound from her pussy ringing in her ears. She clenched around nothing, a gasp falling from her mouth once he bent one of her legs up, resting her ankle on his shoulder.

He was already thrusting into her again before she could form a thought, the new angle causing his cock to hit deeper inside her, making her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Hyunjin, fuck, yes, right there, f-fuck, please don’t stop,” She cried out, hands gripping the comforter under her so tight her knuckles turned white, drool falling down the corner of her mouth as he fucked her fast and hard. She felt the high rushing up towards her head, consuming every single inch of her body, and she threw her head back, body jerking with another loud cry of his name.

“Fuck!” She whined out once his cock slipped out of her again, unable to stop the tears from falling down her face at the second loss of what she just knew was going to be the best orgasm she would ever have in her entire life.

She clawed at the sheets beneath her, sobbing, her pussy throbbing and pride slowly faltering. “Hyunjin,” She cried softly, so desperate to cum that she found herself reaching her hand down towards her clit, “W-why…”

She was pushed onto her stomach before her fingers could circle her clit, her face buried into her comforter. She felt him lifting her hips up, her back instantly arching so perfectly for him, and he groaned lowly, hands harshly kneading her asscheeks as he sat up on his knees behind her.

“You said you wanted to be my slut, didn’t you?” He rasped out behind her, hand grabbing a fist full of her hair as he pulled her head up. She moaned out at the feeling, at how dominant he sounded, mind feeling fuzzy as she processed what was actually happening right now.

Hyunjin was a fucking freak. And she fucking loved it.

“Answer me,” He slapped her ass with his other hand, and she pressed her ass towards him in response.

“Yes, Hyunjin, I’m your slut.”

He pushed her head back down, stuffing the side of her face into the mattress as he leaned down over her, his dick lightly grazing in-between her asscheeks. She shivered at the feeling, moaning lightly once she felt his lips nipping against her ear.

“That’s right, jagiya. You want to be my slut, you’re going to get fucked like one,” He whispered hotly in her ear, accent making her weak at her motherfucking knees, “Now be my good girl and fucking take it.”

Y/N cried into the mattress once he started fucking her again, spreading her asscheeks apart as he abused her pussy. Her mouth was gaped open, moans falling from her mouth as he pounded into her relentlessly.

“So fucking wet,” Hyunjin groaned out, gripping her even harder as he fucked her deeper, “Feel so good sucking me in. You like this? Hm? Like my cock splitting your tight pussy open like this? Like being stuffed full with a cock this big?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” She cried out, “L-love your cock… fucking me so good… so good…”

Y/N felt drunk. She felt drunk on his lips, on his touch, on his cock, on his everything—and she never wanted to sober up. He was moaning out her name, switching back and forth between English and Korean, and Y/N found herself pushing her ass back into him, needing to feel him more. She’d claw her way into his skin if she could.

She arched her back more, bouncing her ass back off his cock, the force causing his grip on her hips to falter ever so slightly. “Fuck,” He groaned out behind her, loosing his rhythm, and she took this opportunity to glance at him over her shoulder, pussy clenching once she saw how fucked out he looked watching her pussy suck him in.

She fucked back into him even harder, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tilted his head back, loud whines falling from his pretty lips. He was letting her take control, letting her use him, letting her fuck back on his cock like he was her personal fuck toy.

“Mhm, yeah, f-fuck,” He breathed out a grin, biting his lip as he groaned lowly, “Fucking me so good… so fucking wet for me… such a good fucking girl for me. You’re going to make me cum all in this pussy.”

That seemed to do it for her, as she cried out his name, the sound bouncing off her walls, fading into the loud bass outside as she came all over his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” He whined out, thrusting into her a few more times before he collapsed on top of her.

Y/N felt like she blacked out. She had to have blacked out, because once she finally came back to her senses, Hyunjin was sprawled out beside her, panting heavily into the air with his eyes closed, lips slick and parted. She swallowed thickly once she caught sight of his dick that was now growing soft, yet still so fucking big, and she willed herself to flop onto her back, dots still floating in her peripheral vision as she struggled to comprehend what the actual fuck had just happened.

Right now, everything appeared completely normal. The music was still blaring, that little stain on the corner of her ceiling was still there, yells and laughs were heard outside the door. Except the person beside her was anything but.

She just fucked Hwang Hyunjin.

She fucked Hwang Hyunjin.

He groaned lowly beside her, reaching down to tug the used condom off of his dick. He winced a little once he rolled it off, and Y/N could feel him turning to look at her. She didn’t dare look back.

“Is it okay if I throw this away in your bathroom?”

His voice was soft, timid, holding a little rasp to it, a complete contrast of earlier. Y/N nodded in reply, not trusting herself to speak, and looked at her for another minute before slowly getting out of the bed to head into her bathroom.

She let out a long breath once he disappeared inside, trying to focus on the sound of the running water from her sink, trying to focus on anything other than the fact that she had just slept with her fucking bias.

The sinking realization had started to weigh heavy on her chest. It sank even heavier, even deeper, once she heard him coming out of the bathroom, walking around the bed towards her side. Still, she didn’t look at him.

He cleared his throat softly, “Can I… can I clean you up?”

“Okay,” She breathed out a response, feeling like her heart was about to explode out of her chest.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gently prying her legs apart, the cool air hitting her pussy, immediately making her shiver. She flinched once she felt a warm cloth lightly brushing against her inner thighs.

“Sorry,” He let out quickly, jerking his hand back, and Y/N shook her head, relaxing her body into the mattress.

“No, it’s okay,” She replied gently, opening her legs a little wider for him, biting her lip softly as she tried to ignore the fact that her pussy was still spread open for him even when they’re not having sex.

His breath hitched just slightly and she caught it, face flushing once she felt him finish cleaning up in-between her thighs, moving the wash cloth carefully against her. The gesture was so sweet that it had her wanting to pull him down so she could hold onto him, but she couldn’t do that.

He placed the cloth on her bedside table beside her, hesitating for a second before climbing back into her bed and pulling her covers down. “Lean up a little for me,” He whispered out, and she listened, allowing him to pull the rest of the blankets down before covering them both up. She felt less exposed like this, and it felt easier to breathe.

She let out a sigh, relaxing into her sheets, feeling Hyunjin shifting beside her. For a second, she wondered why he wasn’t leaving—why he wasn’t immediately scrambling to get his clothes back on to rush out of her room, fully intending on never seeing her again.

A soft brush of his fingers against her ribcage snapped her out of her thoughts. “Can I hold you?” The question came out quiet, careful, hesitant, “Would that… be okay with you?”

“Yes,” She whispered out a reply.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. His skin was hot against hers, his scent intoxicating, and she felt herself wanting to melt into him. She would lay here forever if she could.

Voices were heard outside, loud giggles and screams that seemed way too close to her door, and she tensed up again in his arms, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt begin to consume her for keeping him here. Y/N knows he shouldn’t be here. She knows he would probably get in so much fucking trouble if anyone even knew he was in here with her. Someone could easily walk into her room and see him lying naked in her bed, and the thought had her feeling sick.

“Hyunjin,” She said his name in a hushed whisper, attempting to pull her body away from his, “I—“

“Don’t.”

She turned to look at him, then, seeing the slight vulnerability lingering in his expression. That confidence from earlier was no longer there, replaced entirely with something deeper, something personal. It caught her off guard, causing something to sit heavily on her chest.

“Don’t say anything. Not right now. Just let me have this… let me have this with you.”

This time, when he reached for her, she let him. Her head rested against his chest, his heart beat thumping loudly in her ears. His shoulders relaxed in a way he probably didn’t even notice. But she did.

He moves slowly through the rooms, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants while soft instrumental music plays overhead. There aren’t many people here, surprisingly, despite a few tourists and a few groups of what appears to be university students sketching sculptures in their notebooks. Hyunjin figured that once the rain hit people would be pouring in here to escape it, but he was thankfully proven wrong. He prefers it this way.

He walks further down, his shoes lightly tapping against the floor, pausing at a massive oil painting. It’s depicting a man kneeling waist-deep in dark water beneath a giant golden sky. His eyes study it for a moment before drifting down to read the plaque, mouthing out the words salvation through suffering to himself. His eyes flicker back up to the painting, head tilting slightly as he traces every single detail before deciding that it seems just a tad bit dramatic. In his professional opinion, (which should be taken with a grain of salt), people tend to romanticize suffering too much. If someone is drowning, maybe they should be helped instead of allowing it to happen and calling it beautiful.

But that’s just his opinion.

He snaps a quick picture of it, sending it to the group chat before slowly walking into another room. More oil paintings line the walls in massive frames, all revolving around grief, isolation, longing—human suffering presented beautifully enough that has something pulling deep in his chest. He stays where he is for a second longer, studying each piece thoughtfully until his eyes drift down to focus on the reflection staring back at him through the glass protecting the painting. And although the reflection staring back at him appears familiar, there’s something distant there.

Hyunjin barely recognizes himself at times. He’s not the same guy he once was when they first debuted, full of passion and determination and life. As the years went on, the weight of everything got heavier on his shoulders, and he was stuck in a constant loop of exhaustion. It’s not that he hates his job—he loves his fans, the members, and performing more than anything. But he just hates that he has to feel so miserable sometimes when he’s supposed to be doing something he loves.

Even now, there’s some moments where he catches himself feeling strangely disconnected from the version of him everyone knows. He’s heard it all—the idol, the visual, the beautiful dramatic one. People think they know him because they constantly consume bits and pieces of him on a screen, but that’s exactly that—they think.

He doesn’t even remember the last time he’s went live. He used to be more active, going on random Instagram lives and sending numerous texts and pictures off Bubble. But lately, he hasn’t had the energy too. It feels performative, in a way, but everything is performative in his world.

He just wishes he could stop being what people want him to be and not care what people say about it.

Most days, he feels like a collection of carefully selected fragments pretending to be an actual person. Therapy helps. Medicine helps. Having a good support system helps. But sometimes, it’s not enough, and he needs to do things for himself to help clear his head, like take a however month long hiatus and do a solo trip to Italy.

Maybe that’s why he likes Italy so much. Maybe that’s why he likes art galleries so much. Nobody here expects anything from him.

Hyunjin tears his gaze away from his reflection, stuffing his hands back into his pants pocket before heading towards the next room. This one focuses on fractured intimacy. There’s paintings of lovers facing opposite directions, hands nearly touching but never quite reaching, bodies close physically but emotionally miles apart. He feels it instantly because, unfortunately, he understood this kind of distance too well.

He moves on before the feeling settles too deeply.

Hyunjin drifts through the next room half-focused, his thoughts scattered all over the place. One second he’s thinking about sketching, another second he’s thinking about finding another small restaurant near the river tonight. He’s thinking about anything, desperately trying to distract himself from the heavy feeling in his chest. He’s thinking about anything, until he can no longer think at all.

His entire body comes to an abrupt stop, like something inside him physically locks. The room suddenly feels colder, the weight on his shoulders grows heavier, and he feels like he might pass out on this sleek marble flooring.

At the far end of the gallery stands a woman beneath soft overhead lighting. She’s wearing a yellow dress with a cream-colored raincoat, dark curls falling over one shoulder, hands gripping onto the strap of her purse as she studies a painting in front of her.

For one second, Hyunjin’s brain refuses to process what he’s seeing, not because he doesn’t recognize her, but because he does instantly. In fact, every nerve ending in his entire body recognizes her before logic can even catch up with him.

No. There’s absolutely no way that she is standing a few steps away from him right now, at an art gallery in Italy. There is absolutely no way.

His brain scrambles for even more explanations, as he mentally talks himself out of a panic attack that may or may not be brewing. Lots of people have curly hair and a round face. Lots of people give off the exact same aura. He just drank too much wine at lunch, and that’s why he’s currently hallucinating her standing in front of him. Yeah, that must be it.

Only it isn’t. Because before he could even blink, she had shifted just slightly, now giving him a perfect view of her face, confirming what he already knew was true.

Y/N.

Somehow, she looks exactly the same, yet completely different all at the same time. Her hair is shorter than he remembers, darker than he remembers, falling down to her shoulders. She’s wearing minimal makeup, yet she’s still naturally so pretty, staring at the painting in awe. Gold rings line her fingers, catching the light in the room. She looks more mature, more settled into herself, and Hyunjin is suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that he’s currently ogling at a very much real Y/N in the middle of a very much real art gallery full of very much real people.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

His heartbeat slams violently against his ribcage, and he has to remind himself to breathe so he doesn’t actually pass out. He closes his eyes briefly, shaking his head back and forth before opening them again, his eyes widening once he realizes that he’s not hallucinating and she’s still painfully real, standing in front of him again after four fucking years.

And god, she’s still beautiful. The kind of beautiful that sneaks up on him before he can even emotionally defend himself.

He feels rooted to his spot, gawking, staring, still trying not to pass out. She doesn’t move for a second, and Hyunjin thinks he has to be hallucinating her, only for her to shift a little closer towards where he’s standing, and then reality comes back.

A quiet shriek escapes his mouth as he instantly steps behind one of the marble columns near him, shielding his view from her. He stands there for a second, breathing heavy, his stomach flipping so hard that it actually makes him dizzy.

This is insane. Actually insane. It’s been four years—four years of zero contact, of living lives in two completely different worlds, and somehow, seeing her for less than twenty seconds already feels catastrophic to his nervous system.

He pushes his back against the column, shifting himself so he’s more hidden. He feels calmer now that he can’t see her anymore, but that only lasts for five seconds before he’s peaking around the column again just to see that she’s still there. She’s still there, still looking at paintings, still completely unaware she’s currently ruining his emotional stability from thirty feet away.

Hyunjin knows he should leave. He should just turn around, pretend he didn’t even see her, and leave. That would be the normal thing to do, the healthy thing to do. But instead, he stays frozen exactly where he is, watching her, noticing every single movement and detail about her, just like he did when he saw her for the first time four years ago.

He notices the way she shifts her weight while she’s thinking. He notices the tiny line appearing between her brows while reading the plaque beside the painting. He notices the absentminded way she tucks her curls behind her ear. He notices everything—and it feels so unfair.

How can four years disappear instantly like that? How can his body remember someone this much after so much time apart?

He remembers her so vividly that it’s actually insane. He remembers her voice, her scent, her smile. He remembers how calm he felt around her, how right it felt being near her. He remembers how she sounded calling out his name as he made her cum on his cock.

His chest aches suddenly. He’s torn between a constant battle of leaving or following her until he may or may not develop the confidence to actually approach her. His mind screams at him to leave, the red flags going off in his head. But Hyunjin had never listened to himself in the first place, so why would he do that now?

He leans his head over to catch another glimpse of her, his eyes widening as he sees her walking into the next room. Panic shoots through him instantly, and before he could even blink, he’s already following her, hiding behind another large column.

He peaks over, noticing that she stops before another enormous painting. He doesn’t even bother to look at which one, his interest in all the art surrounding him diminishing instantly. He’s way too distracted by the fact that Y/N is real, standing ten feet away, breathing the same air as him for the first time in years.

His heart pounds harder the longer he keeps watching her. He should walk up to her and say something, and not keep hiding behind European architecture like a fucking stalker. He should, but he can’t.

What if she feels nothing for him now? What if she doesn’t want anything to do with him? What if she rejects him?

He can’t do it. He just can’t.

A large group of tourists suddenly moves in front of him, blocking his view from her completely. Hyunjin shifts immediately, trying to keep her in sight, feeling a surge of panic flow through his body as he searches the room. It feels like forever when everything finally clears, his shoulders relaxing instantly. Yet that didn’t last long, as he desperately tried to find her, only to realize that she’s gone.

“No, no, no,” He mumbles to himself like an insane person, moving quickly into the adjoining room, his eyes scanning faces in panicked desperation, hoping one of them was hers.

He moves into another hallway. Nothing. He begins circling rooms twice. Nothing.

He runs his fingers through his hair, feeling his stomach drop. Somehow, losing sight of her after finding her again feels devastating already, and it makes him feel insane. Maybe if he would stop being a fucking coward all the time and actually went up to talk to her whenever he first saw her, he wouldn’t be here searching the gallery pretending he isn’t searching the gallery.

He had to have hallucinated her. There was no way that she disappeared that quickly, like she just disappeared into the walls like a fucking ghost. He definitely would have seen her from how quick he rushed into the nearby rooms looking like a mad-man. He’s surprised they didn’t kick him out.

Hyunjin’s face suddenly heats up in embarrassment. Why did he allow himself to act like that in public? At an art museum, of all places? Over a girl he fucked four years ago?

Except she wasn’t just an insufficient fuck, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise. Sure, the sex was amazing, but that was also part of the problem. It was so amazing that it’s quite literally ruined everyone else for him, and part of him is bitter for that. There’s no denying how compatible they were sexually, but it was also emotionally. And that’s what’s been fucking with him the most.

Hyunjin runs his fingers through his hair again, taking a deep breath before pulling his phone out to text his driver he’s ready to leave. Normally, he would spend all day at an art museum, but right now he thinks he just needs to go back to his hotel and contemplate his entire life.

The rain falls steadily outside by the time he steps out of the museum. He didn’t bring a coat today, didn’t really think he would need one. But just like his emotions are all over the place, so is the weather here, apparently.

He spots his driver waiting for him, leaning against the car with an umbrella over his head. Hyunjin hurries over towards him, jogging through the rain, not even phased at how wet he seems to be getting. Honestly, it’s kind of nice, somewhat cooling his skin and helping his body calm down.

He gets into the back seat quietly. His clothes are sticking to his skin now, his hair falling in front of his forehead in damp waves. He combs it back once before slouching back in the seat, turning his head to watch the rain drops slowly falling down the window.

He tries not to think about her, he really tries. But his mind ends up going there anyway, replaying the scene over and over in his head like a broken record that just won’t stop playing.

She looked so beautiful. Her skin looked perfectly sun-kissed, eyes still so blue and hypnotizing, hair so pretty and soft. He couldn’t see her body well from the raincoat she had on, but he just knew the pale yellow dress would be hugging her so perfectly and have him falling to his knees immediately.

It’s wild how deeply she still affects him even after all this time apart. They spent one night together, yet it felt like he had known her his entire life. Maybe that’s why it hurt so much when he had to let her go.

Hyunjin was always a private person, introverted at best. He always kept to himself, never opening up to anyone first unless he trusted them, which was why when he found himself opening up to Y/N, it terrified him.

It still terrifies him, because he knows if he could see her again, he’d fall in even deeper.

He tries to focus on the rain again. He distracts his mind by counting the raindrops on the window, making mental bets on which raindrop would fall first—anything to prevent his mind from spiraling.

That doesn’t last long, though. Because as soon as he steps into his hotel room and strips off his wet clothes, he’s already plopping down onto his bed with a dramatic groan before grabbing his phone.

Chan answers the call after two rings.

“Well, well. Florence finally bored you?”

“I think I hallucinated Y/N in an art gallery.”

The words came out so fast and so frantic that Hyunjin wonders for a second if Chan actually understood what he said in the first place. He bites his bottom lip softly, nervously tapping his fingers against his chest. The silence is so loud he pulls his phone away just to make sure he didn’t accidentally hang up.

“Well, good evening to you, too.”

Hyunjin rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling, “I’m serious. I’m starting to go insane because I keep thinking about it.”

“Like, you actually saw her?”

“I mean, I think so,” Hyunjin replies quickly, another groan falling from his lips as he pinches his temple with his fingers, “I don’t know if I actually did or not. That’s what’s frustrating me.”

Chan immediately starts laughing, and Hyunjin narrows his eyes even though he can’t see him, “Stop laughing at me! I’m literally spiraling right now and you’re making fun of me!”

“I’m not making fun of you, Hyun,” Chan replies through another fit of laughter, much quieter this time, “It just sounds a little crazy, is all. Like what do you mean you think you saw her? Walk me through it.”

Hyunjin drags a hand down his face. This is giving him a headache already. “I was looking at paintings.”

“Mhm.”

“And then I saw this girl.”

“Incredible start.”

“She turned around, and I swear to fuck it was her,” He breathes out, feeling his heart race a little just thinking about it again, “Now that I think about it more, I’m certain it was her. And holy fuck, she was beautiful. I feel like I’m losing my mind right now.”

Chan exhales slowly through the phone, and Hyunjin feels a little embarrassed at what he just said, but whatever. He can’t take it back now. “That’s… strange.” He replies after a few more seconds of Hyunjin mentally freaking out, only adding on to that feeling.

“Strange?” He laughs incredulously, “Chan, I literally forgot how to breathe for a second. I’m still trying to catch my breath.”

“Okay, so you saw Y/N,” Chan spoke, voice softer, “Then what? You went and talked to her?”

“Well… not exactly,” He replies, already dreading this conversation because he knows Chan won’t be able to live this part down, “I kind of hid behind the giant columns and watched her from afar. And then I kind of followed her around the gallery. Kind of.”

Chan bursts out into laughter again, the sound so loud that it had him wincing as he pulled the phone away from his ear. “Hyunjin… you fucking idiot! Please tell me you did not just stalk this poor girl in a contemporary art gallery.”

“I panicked!” He defends himself, poorly, might he add, as the laughter on the other end only seems to be getting much worse, “I’m not good at this shit, okay?! She was looking at art so prettily! That’s intimidating!”

“That’s the most pretentious thing you’ve ever said.”

Hyunjin falls back onto the pillows behind his head with a loud groan, “I think something is deeply wrong with me.”

“Yeah,” Chan agrees quickly through another chuckle, causing him to glare at the screen, because why is he agreeing with him? “We established that years ago, unfortunately.”

Despite himself, Hyunjin laughs weakly, his eyes trailing over towards the rain-streaked windows. Part of him had always secretly wondered whether she carried their ending around the same way he did. Maybe she didn’t—maybe she healed properly while he kept romanizing unfinished things.

I guess he’d never know that because he couldn’t bring himself to go talk to her.

“She looked really good,” He admits quietly, watching the rain patter softly against the window, “She looked… so pretty. Just like I always remembered.”

Chan hums knowingly, “You’re an idiot. And you’re screwed.”

“I know.”

He listens to the rain for another second before a thought suddenly comes to mind. He sits up immediately, “Wait.”

Chan sounds suspicious already, “What?”

“You still talk to Kat.”

He’s quiet on the line, and Hyunjin hates how he can feel his heart beating even louder against his chest. “I do,” He drawls the word out, already seeming to know where this is going.

“Ask her if Y/N’s in Italy.”

More silence. And then—

“Oh my god.”

He’s laughing again, and Hyunjin grunts into the phone in annoyance, running another hand through his hair, “Chan, I’m serious! Text her right now and ask her if she’s in Italy.”

“Hyun, you do realize how insane you’re acting right now, right?” Chan chuckles in disbelief, “You haven’t seen this girl in four years and now you’re spiraling in an Italian luxury hotel because you think you saw her admiring paintings. You sound lovesick.”

Hyunjin presses both hands over his eyes, “Hyung, please. When do I ever ask you for favors?”

“All the fucking time, actually.”

“Please!”

Chan sighs dramatically over the line, “Fine. This is humiliating for you, you know that?”

“I know.”

“You could’ve just spoken to her and not stalked her like a fucking creep.”

“I know,” He swallows thickly, “You don’t understand.”

“No, I understand perfectly, actually. You’re terrified.”

That shuts Hyunjin up instantly. Because unfortunately, it’s true.

He’s terrified of rejection. He’s terrified of indifference. He’s terrified of discovering he’s carried this thing around for years only to realize she let it go completely.

And where would that lead him?

Chan sighs again after a few moments, “I’m texting her right now, okay?”

Relief floods through him embarrassingly fast, “You’re the best, Channie baby.”

“Ew, don’t call me that.”

Hyunjin laughs quietly, a giddy feeling rising in his body once he hears Chan typing on his phone over the line. He’s 99.9% sure she was Y/N, but having a verbal confirmation from her best friend would just be the icing on top of the fucking cake. If he gets confirmation that she’s actually in Italy, maybe he won’t feel so insane about it.

Another idea hits him all of a sudden, and he’s putting Chan on speaker before swiping out of the call, his fingers working fast to click on the Instagram app. He’s clicking on the search bar before he can think any better of it, typing in a username that he remembers from years ago when he first found her account, only hoping she didn’t change it.

His eyes light up instantly once he realizes she didn’t. And then he’s clicking on her profile.

“What are you doing?” Chan’s voice startles him for a second.

“Nothing.” He replies quickly, guiltily. His eyes widen once he sees her first post, and he wastes no time in clicking on the picture so he can see it better.

He heart falls into his ass once he sees it.

“Oh shit,” He breaths out, gawking at her most recent photo from a day ago. It’s a thread, a collection of ten pictures, the first picture being of her smiling in front of Brunelleschi’s Duomo.

“Oh, shit,” He says again, because what else can he say?

“Oh my god,” Chan says knowingly, “Are you stalking her right now? Seriously?”

“It’s public information,” He defends himself weakly, swiping through the rest of the post. Pasta, wine, a picture of a stray cat resting on a bench, another selfie. He stares at that one a little longer, unable to stop himself.

God, she’s so fucking beautiful. His heart hurts.

“That’s exactly what stalkers say.” Chan’s voice interrupts his thoughts, and he ignores him, quickly exiting out of that post to glance at the rest of her profile.

Coffee shops, books, Kat, (lots of Kat), the gym, weddings, yet there’s no engagement posts or anything that hints that she has a significant other. He hates how relieved he is from that.

Something about seeing pieces of her life condensed quietly into photographs makes his chest ache. She kept existing this entire time, but somehow, he never let himself imagine it clearly.

He’s clicking on one of her highlight reels she posted titled “Italy 🇮🇹” before he can stop himself. And his heart is falling into his ass once again.

The first one is of a window from a coffee shop while the rain pours outside. The second is of a piece of artwork from a different gallery he didn’t recognize. And the third… the third is a mirror picture she took of herself, wearing the exact same outfit he just saw her in. Her coat wasn’t on, showing off her curves so perfectly, the dress hugging her just right. It looked so pretty against her skin, her smile sending shivers down his entire body.

Holy fuck.

“Holy shit,” He covers his mouth with his hand, the raining pouring down harder now.

“What now?”

“She’s here,” He strains out, his heartbeat climbing, “She is literally here. In Florence.”

“Yep, she is.” He replies, but before Hyunjin can ask what he means by that tone, his phone is binging with a text from Chan. It’s a screenshot of a string of texts. He opens it quickly.

Chan: Random question

Chan: Is Y/N in Italy rn?

Kat: why

Chan: Hyunjin thinks he saw her and now he’s acting mentally unstable

Kat: OH MY GOD

Kat: WAIT, ACTUALLY????

Chan: Yep. He hid behind a column, apparently. Embarrassing 😳

Hyunjin groans immediately, “Seriously?! Why would you tell her that?!”

“Because it was funny.”

“It was not! You’re evil!”

“I’m correct.”

Another screenshot comes through, and Hyunjin mentally prepares himself before he opens it.

Kat: she’s in florence, rn

Kat: she’s been going to art galleries all week too, lol

Chan: That is horrifyingly romantic

Kat: don’t encourage him

Hyunjin’s stomach flips again. He really could run into her again. The possibility alone sends nervous energy rushing through him immediately, but things are different now. Now, he’s older, more established, with more freedom to do what he pleases. For the first time in his career, choosing someone wouldn’t automatically be impossible. And somehow, the universe drops Y/N directly into Florence while he’s finally at a point in his life where he maybe can choose her properly.

The timing feels cruel. Or maybe hopeful. He genuinely can’t tell.

“You’re being quiet.”

Hyunjin stares at her profile again, “I’m just… processing. I can’t believe she’s actually here.”

“Yeah,” Chan hums in response, “Kat said she’s there for another week.”

Hyunjin blinks, “Another week?”

He hears Chan curse silently over the line, and his eyes narrow, “It seems you know entirely too much information.”

“I do not.” His response is quick.

“You literally know her travel itinerary.”

“Okay, now that’s a little dramatic. Let’s simmer down.”

Hyunjin lets out a quiet scoff, pointing at the phone accusingly, “You and Kat are scheming, aren’t you?”

“We are absolutely not.” Again, another quick reply.

“I think you’re full of shit. Shitty shit shit.”

Chan sighs dramatically, and Hyunjin can just see his eyes rolling, “Ooookay. Maybe Kat mentioned she was doing a solo trip to Italy months ago.”

“Months ago,” He repeats the words, nodding his head slowly, “And then, somehow, I end up in Italy at the same exact time?”

“Well, when you put it that way…”

Hyunjin flops backward onto the bed, groaning dramatically, “I hate all of you. Especially you.”

“No you don’t.”

Unfortunately, that’s true.

His phone pings again with yet another screenshot. He sighs, knowing he’s about to be embarrassed again, but opening it anyway.

Kat: wait, does he like her???

Chan: Catastrophically so

Kat: omg I KNEW IT

Chan: He’s currently staring at her Instagram profile in silence like a widow in a period drama

Kat: don’t let him scare her, omg

Chan: Too late, he already hid behind a column

“You are unbelievable!” Hyunjin chokes out, completely mortified.

This is ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. And yet, underneath all the teasing and embarrassment and panic, hope starts blooming somewhere dangerous inside him. For the first time in years, Y/N doesn’t feel unreachable anymore, and he wants nothing more than to finally grab ahold of her.

His thumb hovers over the message button on her profile. He hesitates for a second, biting the inside of his cheek. The rain falls even harder outside, and he’s distracted by the sound for a split second before his thumb inches closer.

“Chan?”

“Yeah?” His reply is instant. He hesitates again, but only for a second.

“If I message her right now… is that insane?”

“Maybe,” He replies after a few seconds, and Hyunjin swallows thickly, “Do you want my actual opinion?”

Hyunjin doesn’t answer. The silence is answer enough.

“You’re in Italy to take a break from everything. You’re there to do things you enjoy, escape reality for a bit, clear your head, rest. You’re there to take care of yourself,” He speaks slowly, softly. The room grows very still around him, save for the relaxing sound of the rain that’s doing very little in quieting down his head right now.

Hyunjin swallows thickly, his eyes focused on Y/N’s smiling face illuminating quietly on his phone screen, his thumb still hovering.

“But, I think if you leave Italy without trying to talk to her, you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life. You wanted to choose her years ago,” Chan exhales softly through the speaker, his fingers twitching in front of him, “And now, nobody’s stopping you except for yourself.”

The bathwater has gone lukewarm, but Y/N still doesn’t move.

Florence at night still feels like it’s holding its breath outside her hotel window. The rain is still tapping lightly against the glass, pulling her more into a euphoric calm that she’s been longing to experience for a while now. It’s quieter than New York in a way that almost feels wrong, like the world forgot to keep moving.

Three days ago, she arrived in Italy alone. Normally traveling alone in a foreign country would terrify her, but Italy has always been on her bucket list and she was in desperate need of a long break. And by long break, she means an entire summer off she barely knew how to use in the first place—an entire summer off from fluorescent ceilings, trauma alerts, and the constant low hum of the ER.

She had told herself this trip was about rest, but rest is a loose concept when your entire nervous system has been wired to anticipate chaos. Even now, immersed in bath water with a shit ton of lavender scented bubbles, her body still feels half-alert, like she’s just waiting on someone to call another code. Yet, instead, the only thing calling her right now is her memory.

And Hyunjin. Of course.

Y/N lets out a sigh, leaning her head back against the porcelain behind her. She hadn’t meant to think about him this much in Florence, but museums do that to her. There’s just too much beauty in one place, and it all leads back to him.

Earlier today, she stood in front of a Renaissance painting for an uncomfortably long time. Not because she was trying to understand the meaning behind the painting, but because it made her think of him. She could picture him standing there, his hands tucked into the pocket of his pants, his head tilted to the side as he studied every single detail. She knew he loved art, and he loved to create his own. And every time he would post one of his works on social media, it had her heart warming instantly.

He was so talented, in every way, shape, and form.

At first, she used to look forward to his posts, even having her notifications on so it would alert her whenever he posted. Seems excessive and a little stalker ish, she knows, but she was holding on to every little thing about him, desperate to connect with him, in some way. Even if that was through his artwork he posted on social media for millions of people to see.

She admits she did that for a few months before convincing herself that it was unhealthy behavior. Constantly pinning after an idol who was completely unattainable was unhealthy behavior. And she had to stop it before she buried herself deep into a flunk she’d never get out of.

She stopped listening to Stray Kids. She stopped outwardly supporting them. She stopped following them on all social media, and even canceled her Bubble subscription. It was all just a constant reminder of what she had with him, which was one, insignificant night where she came around his cock twice and then laid in bed with him afterwards like it meant everything.

And it did mean everything. It still means everything, no matter how hard she tries to convince herself otherwise. That was the problem with Hyunjin. He made everything feel like it mattered more than it should—even silence, even absence.

Y/N shifts slightly in the bath, staring at the condensation slowly sliding down the glass. It’s been four years since that night she spent with him, four years since Hyunjin became real and not a fantasy version of a man she projected meaning onto—just him.

She still remembers thinking this can’t actually be happening. Even now, she can’t believe it had actually happened. Because even then, she had been a fan, a Stay—the kind that knew too many music video details and had once argued online about dance formations like it mattered personally.

Hyunjin had been her ult bias. The word feels childish now, but it was true then. She had known his face before she knew his voice, known his stage presence before she knew how softly he spoke when he wasn’t performing. And then somehow, he had ended up in her world, in her bed, fucking her like he owned her just to tell her he couldn’t choose her.

She didn’t expect him to. But that doesn’t mean she didn’t want him to.

Y/N closes her eyes in the bath, sighing softly. It had messed with her for a while, but she eventually moved on, where she learned to separate emotion from action so effectively that sometimes she worries she might never fully turn it off.

It worked, mostly, but the human brain is not a system that respects change. Hyunjin didn’t stay in the past like she expected him to. He stayed in the quiet moments between shifts, on nights when she got home too late and the apartment felt too big, on subway rides when she had nothing else to think about, and stupidly enough, when someone in passing mentioned k-pop.

That’s when it came back. And even now, lying in a bubble bath in Italy, she finds herself thinking about him again.

Her phone buzzing on the toilet seat beside her makes her jump, knocking her out of her thoughts. She wipes her hands off with the towel hanging up beside her before leaning over, seeing that Kat was currently calling her. She smiles, answering the call and putting it on speakerphone before slouching back into the bathtub.

“Hey.”

“There she is!” Kat’s voice booms through the phone, always so bright and cheery, “My Italian girl. Professional eater of pastries.”

“I had one pastry today,” She rolls her eyes, shifting a little in the bath, the water sloshing around her lightly.

“Yeah, key word, today. Tomorrow you’ll probably have about five more.”

“I think you’re just jealous that you’re not getting any.”

“Very true,” She sighs. Y/N laughs softly, sinking deeper into the bath, the back of her head getting wet. “How are you doing, my girl?”

“Hm, kind of tired right now,” She admits softly, running her hands against her thighs, moving the bubbles around, “I walked like 20k steps today. My feet hurt so fucking bad.”

“I’m so glad I’m not there to massage them for you. Can’t bribe me with Taco Bell tonight.”

“I could fuck up ten cheesy roll-ups right now.”

Kat laughs, and Y/N lets herself relax into the sound, twirling the bubbles around with her fingers. It’s quiet for a second after that, but the silence is comfortable. It’s always comfortable with her. Kat is one of the few people who still makes her feel like her life isn’t split into before and after versions—even if she’s always known too much, even if she’s always been suspiciously good at reading between lines Y/N never explicitly drew.

“Sooo,” She drawls out suddenly, her tone shifting just slightly. Y/N’s body reacts before her brain does, and she narrows her eyes at the phone still sitting on the toilet seat. That tone is never good.

“No.” Y/N says immediately.

“I didn’t even say anything yet!” She quickly defends herself.

“You didn’t have to.”

Kat laughs in disbelief, “You always do that thing where you act like you can predict my thoughts.”

“Because I can.”

Kat sighs on the phone, and Y/N knows that’s whatever is about to come out of her mouth isn’t going to be good. “I’ve been texting Chan today,” She finally admits, and Y/N stills slightly.

“Ooookay,” She replies, a little confused as to why she’s telling her that, “You talk to him most days. Why are you telling me that?”

It’s quiet again, uncomfortable, this time. Too uncomfortable. She’s about to ask the same question again when Kat’s voice stops her.

“He mentioned something interesting.”

She tenses up even more, goosebumps forming on the back of her neck despite the warm water surrounding her, “Okay. That’s super vague and I don’t like it.” She hates it, actually.

“He’s in Europe.” She blurts out suddenly.

“Who?” Y/N asks, still confused and slightly on edge, because why is she making this so dramatic? “Chan? Why are you telling me this, Kat?”

“No, not Chan. Hyunjin.”

She blinks, wondering where this conversation is headed, “Okay. That’s nice for him. Europe’s big, you know?”

“I know geography, thank you very much,” Kat scoffs in fake annoyance, “He’s in Italy. Hyunjin is in Italy.”

Y/N sits up completely in the bath now, the bubbles falling down her chest. Her heart felt like it was about shoot right out of her chest. Hyunjin is in Italy? At the same time that she is?

Kat has known everything without technically knowing anything for four straight years, which is honestly terrifying. Y/N had never explicitly said that her and Hyunjin had hooked up, partly because of the NDA, but mostly because whatever existed between them had always felt strangely sacred, like exposing too much would ruin it completely. But Kat had figured it out anyway, probably because Y/N had cried over one man exactly once in her entire life.

And unfortunately, it was very obvious which man that was.

“And?” She squeaks out, trying to appear unaffected when she’s anything but.

“And nothing,” Kat replies lightly, but there’s something underneath it now, “It’s just… very interesting timing, is all.”

“This is ridiculous,” Y/N laughs out lightly, shaking her head as she forced herself to relax back into the bath.

“Sure.”

“I’m not going to run into him, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Sure.”

“Kat.” She calls her name, an edge to her voice. Her phone suddenly goes off again, and she sighs, leaning over to glance at the screen, fully expecting Kat to be screenshotting her a thread of texts or an article about it or something.

Her entire body goes rigid once her eyes land on the notification displayed across her lock screen.

Instagram. DM request. From hynjinnnn.

For a second, Y/N genuinely thinks she’s imagining it. That exhaustion just finally caught up to her in Italy and her brain decided to hallucinate the one person capable of psychologically ruining her from a whole other continent.

Kat’s still talking through the speaker on her phone, but Y/N isn’t comprehending anything she’s saying, hurriedly clicking on the notification and going straight to his profile, just to confirm it’s actually him.

It is. Of course it is. And somehow, it makes this ten times worse.

Her thumb hovers over the request, then she presses accept before she can overthink it too much. The first message loads instantly.

hyunjin: Hi.

It was simple, too simple. Y/N blinks at the message, once, twice, and then there’s more popping up almost immediately.

hyunjin: This is either a terrible idea or fate, and I genuinely can’t tell

He circled her clit with his tongue, and Y/N whimpered out his name, hands twitching on the back of his head. “You’re making a mess, baby. Dripping down your thighs, dripping down my face… you want me to fuck you? Hm? Want my cock in your wet pussy?” He let out in-between licks, tongue flicking against her clit.

“Y-yes, please,” She whined out, voice cracking at the end, hips twitching once she felt him lightly pinching her nipple.

“Look at me,” He demanded lowly. Y/N’s head felt heavy as she forced herself to look down, feeling like she could cum just from looking at him. He was on his knees, deliciously naked, cock hard and leaking as he slowly tugged at it. His eyes were glossed over, pupils blown wide, and he looked completely fucked out. He smirked against her pussy, “Good girl. Eyes on me while I make you cum with my mouth. You look away and I’lI stop, and you can fuck yourself with your fingers instead of my cock while I perform on stage for you. After you get on your knees and finish me off, of course.”

He pecked her center, blowing at it lightly as he tightened her grip on the back of his head, “Your choice, petal. Choose wisely.”

His lips were back on her before she could utter out a single word, back arching off the wall with a loud cry of his name as he wrapped his lips around her swollen clit, sucking hard and fast. She pressed his face into her pussy with more force, not leaving him any room to breathe. His eyes were locked on hers, daring her to look away, moaning and grunting into her with each roll of her hips as she rode his face.

Her eyes started to close as her moans got louder and her hips sped up their pace, that familiar coil forming in her stomach. It was only when the back of her head tapped against the wall that she shot up, eyes opening wide as she jerked her head back down, seeing that he was moving his head to the same pace as her hips, slurping and sucking and licking every single inch of her. The sight was so lewd that it had her body going weak, a loud scream flowing through her as she jerked into him, coming all over his face.

Her head felt light as she came down from her high, whining out his name over and over again like it’s the only name she knows. Her knees buckled once he pulled away from her, and he didn’t even bother to catch her as she sank down on the floor in front of him, back sliding against the wall.

“Oh my god,” She gasped out, feeling light-headed as fuck, pussy still tingling from his mouth. Her legs were still spread apart, pussy swollen and glossed over with her cum and Hyunjin’s spit. When she finally regained complete consciousness and looked at him, his eyes were focused on her pussy, hand still on his dick, licking his lips as he collected every last bit of her on his tongue.

“Jinnie,” She called out his name weakly, reaching her hand out towards him, “Come here.”

His eyes flickered up to her face, a teasing glint in his eyes as he smirked at her, leaning away from her touch, “No.”

No? “What?” She pouted, face falling once he started scooting backwards, giving more distance between them, “Jinnie… come here. I want to kiss you.”

“Kissing me right now means fucking me, and you made your choice, baby.”

Y/N blinked, feeling the back of neck getting hot, “What? I didn’t! I looked at you the entire time!”

“No, baby, you didn’t,” He leaned back on his elbows, spreading his legs apart. Y/N was immediately drawn to his cock, still hard and angry and leaking, and she could feel her mouth watering at the sight of him.

“Hwang!” Someone had yelled his name, banging loudly against the door. Y/N recognized it to be Jisung. “What the fuck are you doing?! We go on in five, you know!”

The smirk on Hyunjin’s face only widened at Jisung’s words, and Y/N felt her body grow hot.

Jisung knocked again, the doorknob twisting back and forth and few times, Y/N shrieking in surprise. When she looked back over at Hyunjin, he looked even more amused and relaxed, eyebrow cocked as he watched her expectantly.

“Fucking hell, seriously?!” Jisung yelled again, muffled through the door, “You’ve got Y/N in there with you?! You can get your dick wet later, Hwang! We’re on in five, you hear me?! Don’t make me go get the spare key and come drag you out!”

Y/N should have felt mortified, but once she saw the dark gaze in Hyunjin’s eyes, that quickly turned into something else.

“You heard the man. Five minutes,” Hyunjin let out lowly, one hand tightly wrapped around the base of his cock, “Now be a good little petal and crawl over here and suck my cock. I won’t tell you again.”

Her thighs clenched, and Hyunjin noticed, beckoning her over with a mocking curl of his finger. She couldn’t even bring herself to be embarrassed by how quickly she got on her hands and knees, eyes zeroed in on his cock as she slowly crawled forward. Once she got close enough, she laid flat on her stomach, ass perched up high in the air behind her as she replaced his hand with her own.

She licked a long stripe up the base of his cock, flicking her tongue against his tip, his hand coming up to rest in her hair. He was watching her with hooded eyes, mouth gaped open slightly, hissing quietly once she took him into her mouth completely, hand jerking him off where her mouth couldn’t reach.

“Fuck, baby,” He groaned out, eyes focused on how she kept choking around his cock, drool dribbling down her chin, “You take my cock so fucking well… take it like a slut… you’re my little slut, aren’t you? Hm?”

Y/N moaned against him, bobbing her head up and down even faster, feeling herself getting wetter at his words. She loves when he calls her that during sex, loves how rough and mean he can be when he’s forcing her to suck his cock until she cries or fucks her against the wall until she begs him to stop.

He can also be sweet, too. Most days, he’s careful and attentive, whispering how much he loves her and how lucky he is to be with her so intimately as he fucks her into their mattress. But other days, when he’s extra stressed out or misses her too much or gets pissed off because he’s jealous, he’ll fuck her like he is right now. And Y/N would lie if she said she didn’t look forward to it.

Y/N could tell he was about to cum. He was talking more, words filthy and raw, sloppily thrusting into her mouth. His cheeks were flushed, eyes blown wide, and his thighs were twitching like they always did right before he fills her with his load. She wanted him to cum in her mouth, but she wanted him to cum in her pussy even more.

She pulled off his dick with a soft pop, and his loud whine rang through her ears. “Jinnie,” She purred out so sweetly, fingers dancing up his torso to softly pinch at one of his nipples, “Can you please fuck me, baby? I’ve been such a good girl all day, and I’ve been so patient while you’ve been busy all morning.”

“No,” He breathed out, glaring down at her, “You don’t deserve that right now, petal. You’re going to shut up, put your pretty little lips around my cock, and finish me off.”

“Three minutes, and I swear to fuck I’m coming in!” Jisung’s voice yelled through the closed door. Hyunjin turned his head towards the door with a scowl, flipping it off as he yelled back, and Y/N took this opportunity to crawl up his body, roughly plopping herself down on his dick.

Hyunjin groaned loudly at the contact, hands gripping her hips tightly, glaring at her as she reached down to grab ahold of his dick. He had started lifting her up, about to shove her back down where she belongs, when Y/N reached her other hand up to wrap around his throat. He let out a choked moan, mouth falling open as she squeezed his neck ever so slightly.

“You heard him, Jinnie. Three minutes,” Y/N smiled at him, lifting her body up before coming right back down, her pussy sucking him in perfectly.

“Oh, fuck,” He whined out, voice getting caught in the back of his throat as her grip tightened.

“You feel so good, baby,” She moaned out, bouncing up and down on his cock, “You know you can’t deny me anything. You know my favorite place to cum is on your cock. And you’re going to lay there and let me.”

Hyunjin let out a loud whine, seemingly lost in the abyss that is Y/N’s pussy. “Fuck,” He cursed out shakily, breathlessly, hands coming up to grip at hers that were still wrapped around his neck, “F-fuck me… so good,”

“That’s right, Jinnie,” She picked up her pace, circling and grinding her hips on him, her pussy soaking his thighs, “Always fuck this cock so good. Love how it feels inside me… always so big and thick… makes me feel so full every time. Don’t know why you’d want to deny me this. You know I’m a slut for your cock. Want it all the time.”

“Mhm,” He hummed out a response, mouth gaped open as he watched her pussy swallowing him in, taking everything he’s giving her.

She let go of his throat, hands coming down to rest against his chest as she adjusted herself on him. She flicked her hair off her shoulder before holding herself up before coming back down, fucking him faster and harder. “You’re such a good boy for me, Jinnie. Letting me fuck you like this. You’re my pretty boy, aren’t you? My pretty boy who can’t resist being fucked like a whore.”

“One minute!” Jisung yelled again, but Y/N couldn’t comprehend it.

“Mhm, yeah, fuck, yeah,” Hyunjin kept mumbling words out with each bounce on his cock, looking throughly fucked out and submissive as fuck. His hands wandered up her body to grab ahold of her breasts, moaning loudly once he squeezed them in his hands.

“Say it, Jinnie,” She moaned out, leaning her body back to rest her hands on his legs, spreading her legs so he’d have a better look at how stretched out she was around him. He whimpered at the sight, hands coming down to grip at her thighs, attempting to lift her body back up so she’d move again.

“Say it, and I’ll let you cum inside me,” She said again, moving her hips torturously slow.

“I-I’m your pretty boy,” He whined out loudly, hips jerking upwards, and Y/N almost came.

He choked out a sob once she started moving again, whining and moaning out her name, how much he loved her, how good she’s making him feel. Y/N fucked him like it was the only thing she knew how to do—she fucked him until his eyes rolled back in his head, until his name was the only word falling off her lips.

Suddenly, the door slammed opened, with a loud yell of curses and oh fuck, my eyes!

“Oh, fuuuuck,” Hyunjin drawled out a low moan as he caught of glimpse of Jisung standing in the doorway, body going completely stiff as he came inside her.

Y/N finished shortly after with a loud cry of his name, collapsing on top of him with a breathless gasp. He laid limp beneath her for a few seconds, feeling like he had died and resurrected all at the same time, before fully coming back to his senses, quickly flipping them both over so he was now shielding her body from Jisung who was still standing there like a fucking idiot.

“Holy shit, I didn’t know you were a fucking sub!” Jisung laughed out, and Y/N shrieked, realizing that he was currently in the same room as them while they’re both completely naked.

“Shut the fuck up,” Hyunjin snapped at him, still sweating and attempting to catch his breath, “Would you get the fuck out?! And close the fucking door! I swear to god if someone walks by and sees her like this I’m going to kill you.”

“Calm down, pretty boy,” Jisung rolled his eyes, looking very much amused. Hyunjin’s jaw clenched. “The hallway is empty. Plus, I already saw her riding your dick like a pornstar. Nice ass, by the way.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” Hyunjin growled out at his words, pushing away from Y/N as he stood up on his feet, turning around to start stalking over towards a now terrified Jisung who was bolting out the door just as quickly as he came in.

“Jinnie, it’s fine. Come here,” Y/N’s voice stopped him from following after Jisung, slamming the door back as he turned back around.

“He’s a fucking idiot and he will die for looking at your ass.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “You’re so dramatic. Come here and kiss me, please.”

Hyunjin huffed in annoyance before doing what he was told, bending down to kiss her so sweetly, a complete contrast of what just occurred between them. She hummed into him happily, placing her hands against his face as she held him close to her.

“I love you, my pretty boy,” She said cheekily against his lips, giggling once he started grumbling at her to shut up before kissing her again anyway.

“I love you,” He mumbled back, melting into her as he started to lean her body back and crawl on top of her.

“Hyunjin! Seriously, come on!” Chan’s voice was heard behind the door this time, and he groaned loudly, pulling away from her to glare at the door.

“I’m coming, okay!” He yelled back, sighing as he stood back up, picking his pants and underwear up off the floor as he started putting them back on.

Y/N giggled again, sitting up to watch him, biting her lip slightly. He had just zipped up his pants when he glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. “What are you thinking about?”

“Just how much I love you and can’t wait for our trip tomorrow.”

Hyunjin smiled, throwing his black t-shirt on before walking back over towards her, “Just a few more hours and our tour will be over with and you’ll have me all to yourself, baby.”

He leaned in to kiss her again, and she pulled back with a grin, “Can’t wait.”

“Hm,” He hummed in response, kissing her one more time just because he can before heading over towards the door, adjusting himself in his pants as he smiled at her over his shoulder, “Don’t miss me too much, yeah?”

They both know that’s entirely impossible.

The sand was still warm beneath their feet, even though the sun had long since slipped behind the endless dunes. The night had unfolded slowly, until the sky above them stretched wide and clear, completely spilled over with stars.

Y/N tilted her head back, the top of her head softly brushing against Hyunjin’s chin, eyes tracing the numerous stars and constellations she half-remembered from their childhood. She felt her heart warm in her chest at the memories that flooded into her brain, hands resting against his own that were securely wrapped around her body, holding her close to him.

“You’re doing that thing again where you pretend you know what you’re looking at.” Hyunjin spoke lowly, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

“Excuse me? I do know what I’m looking at, thank you very much. I took Astronomy in college, you know?”

“Hm,” He hummed out like he didn’t believe her, “Enlighten me, then.”

“Well, that right there is, uh—“ She trailed off, pointing vaguely at some random area in the sky that had a cluster of stars, “It’s the big… something.”

“The big something?” Hyunjin cackled behind her, and Y/N could feel the side-eye he was giving her, “Classic. Great job, baby.”

Y/N’s face flushed, and she let out a small groan of embarrassment, leaning further into him. “Did you bring me all the way to the Sahara just to make fun of me, Jinnie? Cause that’s what it sounds like. You’ve been silently judging me this entire trip.”

“Believe it or not, petal, no. Not just for that,” He replied, his voice growing ten times softer.

She immediately noticed the shift, turning around to glance at him, heart stuttering in her chest when she realized he was already looking at her. She wondered for a second if he had been staring at her this entire time. With the way he’s looking at her right now, something tells her he was.

“Do you remember the first time we ever watched the stars together?”

“Of course I do,” Y/N replied, a little confused as to why his tone had shifted so suddenly, “We were twelve. Laying in your backyard. And then Sooyong got mad at us for getting dirt on the kitchen floor.”

Hyunjin smiled gently, gazing at her like he was trying to re-live the same memory. The wind blew, the sand landing on her cheek ever so softly, and she sat up a little more, stretching her body out on the hammock they were lying on.

“Why do you look like that?” She asked, eyes narrowing at how he’s looking at her—like he knows something she doesn’t.

“I thought you were beautiful then,” He confessed quietly, “Ever since I’ve met you, you’ve always made me feel weird. I always got this strange feeling in my stomach, and my hands would tingle every time you touched me. I never realized what I was feeling until that night, underneath the stars, lying beside you like it was exactly where I was always meant to be.”

The wind blew again, and his arms tightened around her, her hair lightly falling into her face. He reached his hand up, gently tucking it back behind her ear, letting his hand linger there as he softly caressed her face. “I thought you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life in that moment. And I still think that. I’ll always think that.”

The teasing tone she’d been carrying all evening faded, replaced by something deeper. She sat up fully now, eying him cautiously.

“You’re being weird,” She said, though there was no real accusation in it. She looked at him pointedly, “You’ve been like this the entire trip. Are you wanting me to blow you again or something? Why are you being so sweet all of a sudden?”

“No!” He said quickly, and Y/N squinted her eyes at him, studying his reaction, “Well, I always want you to, but that’s not it. Sorry. I’ve been trying not to be, but it’s not really working.”

Hyunjin took in a breath, staring up at the sky like he might borrow a little courage from it. She folded her arms loosely, eyes still on him, noticing how tense he suddenly was. “Okay, what’s going on? What’s wrong?”

He hesitated for a second, smiling softly as he adjusted himself, sitting more upright. He shifted a little, reaching into his back pocket, and Y/N’s breath caught in her throat before she even saw what he was holding.

“I can’t ever hide anything from you, can I?” He laughed lightly to himself, shaking his head in amusement before pulling out a small velvet box. His hands were visibly shaking, fingers running against the outside of the box a couple times before he glanced back at her.

“You know, I used to think that the best part of my life was those nights I shared with you. Just you and me, lying together, watching the stars on the hood of my car. Just… being there with you, like nothing else in the world mattered,” He spoke out softly, his voice shaking just slightly. Y/N felt her throat closing up, frozen in place, not daring to speak.

“But then I fucked up, and things got complicated. We went different places, met different people, started new lives without each other… and somehow, every time something happened to me, rather it have been good or bad, the only person I’ve ever wanted to tell was you. Everything… has always came back to you.”

The wind blew again. Her hair flew across her face. But this time, he didn’t reach for it. He just kept looking at her, taking it all in, his eyes holding that shimmer in them that was always present whenever he looked at her.

“You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, petal,” He whispered out, “And somewhere along the way, that stopped being enough for me. Not because it wasn’t incredible, but because I realized I wanted everything with you. The boring days where we’re just lounging around the house and rotting in bed together. The bad days when you come home from work crying and exhausted, or we’re a thousand miles away while I’m on tour. And the good days, whenever I wake up and the first thing I see is you lying beside me. I want all of it.”

He stood up then, running a hand across his head in the nervous habit he had, forgetting there was no hair there for him to even brush through. He laughed once he realized there was nothing there, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at him, feeling like her heart was about to burst out of her chest.

“I brought you here because this was the biggest sky I could think of,” He said with a small, nervous smile, “And even now, it still doesn’t feel big enough for what I’m trying to say.”

Hyunjin suddenly dropped to one knee, and Y/N’s hand immediately went up to her mouth, a quiet, stunned laugh escaping through her fingers. He cleared his throat, obviously nervous, before slowly opening up the box, taking out a diamond ring that immediately shined in the starlight.

“This past year with you has been anything but a dream—my dream. You’ve been patient with me, forgiving when you shouldn’t have been, and loved me through all my fucked up trauma. And there’s simply no one else I want to spend the rest of my life with. I don’t have a made-up constellation for this, but if I did, it’d just be you. All of you.”

He held up the ring higher now, his hands still trembling. Y/N felt the tears start to flow down her face, and his eyes softened, “Y/N… my petal… will you marry me?”

For a heartbeat, the desert stood still. There was no more wind, no more distant conversations of people nearby. It was completely still—just him and her, just how it’s always been, just how it always will be.

“Yes,” Y/N replied breathlessly, nodding her head quickly, saying it like it’s the most certain yes she’s ever said in her life, “Yes. Of course, yes.”

“Thank fuck. I don’t know what I would’ve said if you told me no. Probably would’ve buried myself in the sand, honestly.” He let out a relieved laugh, blowing out a long breath that he’d definitely been holding for a hot minute. Y/N giggled excitedly, her hands shaking slightly as he slid the ring on her finger. She let out a little squeal, once it slid on just perfectly, wrapping her arms around him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder.

She pulled back after a minute, kissing him so tenderly, both of them giggling and smiling into it. She pulled away with another squeal of happiness, twirling the ring around her finger, admiring how it looked in the pale moonlight. It was a beautiful ring—her dream ring, given by her dream man. She almost couldn’t believe that this was happening right now, with Hyunjin, of all people.

Her Hyunjin.

“You’re such an idiot, and I love you so much.” She let out, her voice thick with emotion.

“Very true,” He pulled her back towards him, holding her tightly, “But I’m your idiot now. Your idiot who loves you more than anything.”

Y/N pulled back, just enough to look at him, smiling through her tears, “You always were my idiot, Jinnie.”

She leaned in to kiss him again, pulling back and doing a little happy dance as she held her hand up in front of her, “I just can’t believe this. We need to go inside so I can properly admire it.”

“Let’s lay here a little bit longer. I just want to be here with you. Admire me instead.”

Hyunjin led them back towards the hammock, peppering her entire neck with kisses as he wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her into his chest. She sighed happily, twirling the ring with her fingers, gazing up at the stars, thanking them for giving her this moment—for bringing him back to her.

“You know what would make this view even better?”

“What?” Y/N smiled in amusement, already knowing where this was heading.

“If you got on your knees for me. I’d love to see how perfect your hand will look around me as you choke on my cock. I might cum in two seconds, but I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Like I said, you’re such an idiot.” Y/N scoffed in amusement. She could just see the shit-eating grin on his face.

An idiot, indeed, but he’s hers. And he would be for eternity.

y/n: GUESS WHO’S GETTING MARRIED

y/n: 1 attachment

lix🐥: bro

lix🐥: bROOO

lix🐥: i’m actually siCK because i fucking knew it!!!!!

minnie😼: damn that diamond thicc af

minnie😼: mans is LOADED

minnie😼: ain’t no way bro proposed next to a cactus

y/n: there’s no cacti out here, minho 🙄

y/n: and he proposed while we were stargazing outside our tent 🥰🥰🥰

lix🐥: romantic king

lix🐥: i knew this was happening on this trip, he was being too sus

minnie😼: did he at least get on one knee or did he sink in the sand

y/n: obviously he got on one knee

y/n: and there was no sinking or face planting, surprisingly

lix🐥: damn, i can’t believe i wasn’t there to push him over

y/n: he was so nervous stop 😭

lix🐥: well what did he say??? how’d he do it???

y/n: he basically was just being really sweet, telling me about the first time he realized he found me beautiful, telling me how much i mean to him

y/n: UGH, i love him so much

y/n: we were lying on the hammock outside our tent, and after he did his little spill, he just got down on one knee and popped the question

minnie😼: if he dropped the ring in the sand would u have still said yes

y/n: I WOULD’VE HELPED HIM DIG FOR THREE HOURS AND STILL SAID YES WTF

lix🐥: this is insane im feeling very emotional rn

y/n: awww lixie 🩷 i’ll still always be your bestie

lix🐥: not bc of u, i just realized im going to miss hyunjin cuddling w me after you fall asleep 💔

minnie😼: yes, will miss our threesomes 💔

y/n: … i hate both of you

lix🐥: we love u y/n 🩷🩷🩷

minnie😼: 🩷🩷🩷

y/n: i love y’all 🩷