Seoulstruck (Stray Kids, 18+)

Chapter 20: 'Yours.'

Hyunjin spent the day with his stylists, the costumes he'd designed for the "Red Lights" concept finally completed. The white, cutout outfit fit like a glove, the makeup and hair tying it all together. He looked himself over in the mirror, sneaking a few selfies to send to Jeongin and Chan. For Chan, he angled himself normally, but for Jeongin, he bit his lip, winking sensually. It had been awkward at first, seeing the young boy he'd practically raised himself as a man, but he couldn't lie, being intimate with the model as his boyfriend made him happier than he'd ever felt. Boyfriend, the word feeling satisfying. Hyunjin sent the photos to both men, typing an extra caption for Jeongin.

"I know you planned to go shopping, today. Want to cook a meal together, tonight?"

Hyunjin watched the message thread, feeling a sense of giddiness when it said the other man was typing.

"Sure!"

Hyunjin couldn't hide his smile, being with Jeongin making his heart swell with a joy he'd never known, before. "I'll be there at 8," he replied. "I promise." 

8 pm came quickly, the idol knocking on Jeongin's door, having stopped by his own dorm room to freshen up, leaving his makeup on and pulling his hair back. Jeongin opened the door to see the idol standing with a bouquet of flowers, red roses to be exact. "Hey, Innie," he said, smiling. Jeongin opened the door, a warm, sincere smile washing over his face. "Wah, thank you, Jinnie!" he said, accepting the flowers, smelling them fondly. Hyunjin's heart thrummed in his chest, the handsome fox-faced man looking particularly beautiful holding flowers.

Boyfriend.

The model ushered Hyunjin inside, an array of ingredients laid out on his kitchen counter. "I got the stuff to make a shortrib," he said, filling the vase on his dining table with water, gingerly placing the flowers inside. Hyunjin smiled, looking over all the ingredients. Everything was perfect. He reached down to the cabinet he knew the aprons were in, knowing Jeongin's kitchen just as well as he knew his own. He placed his phone on the counter top, deciding on a playlist, smooth jazz setting the mood for the evening. The two men washed their hands and got to work, cutting vegetables and prepping the meat, Hyunjin moving to stand flush against Jeongin from behind, holding his hands over the model's. He pecked the man's neck as he helped chop some fresh seasoning. Jeongin smiled, pressing back into the idol.

"Tease."

"Yours."

'Yours.' Hyunjin couldn't have known just how much Jeongin liked the sound of that, but he would.

The meal laid out on the table, candles lit beside the roses, Jeongin brought 2 glasses of rose wine, placing them above the silverware. "I thought we could try something different," he said. "This is from California." Hyunjin smiled, lifting the glass and gazing into Jeongin's eyes. "To us," he said with a smile. Jeongin smiled back, lifting his glass, clanking it against Hyunjin's. The wine was sweet and bright, more refreshing than a red or a white. Hyunjin nodded before cutting into a slice of the rib, reaching out to feed it to Jeongin. The model laughed, accepting the bite, Hyunjin noticing he'd lost nearly all of his baby fat in his face, his cheekbones prominent and strong. His heart fluttered watching the man take the bite into his mouth. Jeongin didn't seem to try to be sexy, he just naturally was, despite his playfulness. Hyunjin liked that duality in a person. He spent a better portion of the dinner staring at his lover.

By the end of the meal, Hyunjin's ankle was running up and down the inseam of Jeongin's leg, involuntarily nibbling on the knuckle of his thumb. Jeongin felt Hyunjin's desire for him amplify with every passing minute, the idol seemingly incapable of toning it down. He finished his wine, standing and holding out his hand for the idol to take. They went to the bedroom, this night feeling different from most they'd spent together. There was a romantic, emotional connection that felt matured, serious in tone. It was new. Jeongin gingerly sat Hyunjin down on the side edge of the bed, reaching down to the bedside table, a white, satin blindfold in his hand. "I thought... we could try something," the model said, a coy smile twisting on Hyunjin's face. "Oh?" Jeongin nodded, wrapping the sash around the idol's eyes. "Can you see?" he asked, Hyunjin shaking his head in response. Jeongin unbuttoned and removed Hyunjin's shirt, kissing him deeply as it slid off, the blinded man still helping him out of his own. He pressed the idol down against the bed, resting his head on the pillows. Hyunjin whimpered in the pleasure of being dominated by the young man, the model lifting his hands above his head with one strong hand on his wrists. A wave of excitement washed over his body as he felt the model's lips exploring his body, removing the rest of his clothes, kissing everywhere. But the excitement turned to chills as he felt something tighten around his wrists. A rope? Hyunjin realized he couldn't move his arms apart at all, tugging at what felt like the bed frame, wondering what was happening. "Innie?" Jeongin didn't answer, another tightness forming around his right ankle, then his left. Hyunjin couldn't move, at all, couldn't escape, Jeongin reaching out and removing the blindfold, sitting between the idol's spread open legs. "Jinnie," he said, lowly, his face and tone completely void of that playfulness Hyunjin adored. "Tonight... you're mine. And you're not going anywhere."