- HYUNJIN
You'd expected Hyunjin to pounce the second the door clicked shut. But instead, he just stood there, his back pressed to the wood, eyes fixed on you like he was trying to memorize every inch of skin he'd already touched a thousand times.
"Something wrong?" you asked, stretching on the bed just to tease him—arms over your head, your barely-there lace bra lifting with the movement.
He didn't move.
"Stop looking at me like that," you mumbled, suddenly flustered.
"Like what?"
"Like you..."
You trailed off.
Hyunjin pushed off the door, walking toward you slow. Controlled. Like a man trying not to scare off the thing he wanted most.
"Like I'm in love with you?" he said, voice low.
You blinked. "I didn't say that."
"I did."
Your breath caught.
"I don't know when it happened," he admitted, sitting on the edge of the bed. "But you got under my skin and now it's like—if I'm not touching you, I feel like I'm losing my mind."
You laughed nervously. "You're just obsessed."
"Maybe. But it feels a hell of a lot like love."
You didn't know what to say. Your throat tightened. Your chest ached.
And of course, that was when your phone buzzed.
3 New Messages – "Eli"
You grabbed it without thinking, the name lighting up like a curse.
Hyunjin leaned over. "Who's Eli?"
"None of your business," you muttered, flipping it face-down.
His jaw ticked. "Boyfriend?"
You raised an eyebrow. "Are you my boyfriend?"
He stared at you.
Silence.
And then he got up.
You watched him pace the room, hands in his hair like he wanted to tear it out. "I know we said this wasn't serious—"
"You said that," you corrected, sitting up.
"Fine. I said it. But I didn't mean it."
Your heart thudded. Hard.
"Who is he?" he asked again. "Tell me."
You bit your lip. "Someone I used to talk to. Nothing serious. He moved."
"Then why's he texting you at 10 a.m. on a Sunday morning?"
You smirked. "Jealous?"
Hyunjin stopped in front of you, leaning down, mouth inches from yours. "I'm deranged about you."
You blinked.
"I think about you constantly," he whispered. "When I'm sleeping. Eating. Showering. I hear your laugh in my dreams. I taste you when I'm drinking coffee. And the idea of anyone else touching you?"
He grabbed your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed in one sharp tug. He nestled himself between your legs and kissed the side of your thighs looking up at you with a smirk "Makes me insane."
Your breath stuttered.
"Say you're mine," he demanded, voice rough getting closer to your core.
You stared at him, trying to hold onto logic, but it was useless. You were already leaning in. Already letting your fingers hook into his shirt.
