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Midnight Whispers |hyunin

Hyunjin pov:

The clock ticked softly in the dimly lit room, a quiet backdrop to the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I leaned against the doorframe, watching Jeongin move effortlessly around my room. He was oblivious to my gaze, his concentration placed entirely on the task at hand: organizing the scattered sketches and sketches cluttering my desk.

His raven-black hair fell lazily over his brow as he bent down, and I couldn't help but appreciate the curve of his back, the way his jeans hugged his form. Jeongin was captivating, with a charm that pulled me in deeper every time we were together. We had danced around our feelings for too long now, feigning indifference while stealing glances that spoke volumes.

"Hyunjin, can you pass me that sketch?" Jeongin asked, his voice soft yet commanding. I tore my eyes away from him, reaching for the paper at the very edge of my desk. As I passed it to him, our fingers brushed against each other. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I felt a heat building in my core.

"Here," I managed, my heart racing as I realized how close we were. "You- uh, you've got a bit of ink on your cheek."

I pointed to him, and he blinked back at me, confusion evident in those deep, expressive eyes. He reached up to wipe it away, but I could only stare, entranced by the way his lips curved in a soft smile.

"Thanks," he murmured, and I could have sworn I saw something flicker in his gaze, something that mirrored the chaos of emotion whirling inside me.

"Jeongin..." I started, my voice barely above a whisper, but the moment felt weighty, charged with years of unspoken words. I couldn't let this night slip by without making a move. If I didn't act now, I might never have the courage again.

"Hyunjin?" He tilted his head, curiosity dancing on his features. There was an invite in his eyes that urged me on.

Before I lost my nerve, I stepped closer, closing the distance between us. My heart pounded, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body as I reached out, capturing his face between my hands. The moment was electric; everything around us faded away.

"Can I kiss you?" I blurted out, staring into his eyes as if searching for the answer written there. Jeongin's breath caught, and for a moment, the world held its breath along with us.

"Yes," he breathed, and I didn't need to be told twice.

Our lips met in a soft collision, tentative and shy at first. But as the kiss deepened, heat thrummed through me, pushing me to explore every piece of him. I pressed my body against his, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of our clothes. Jeongin melted against me, responding eagerly as his hands found my waist, pulling me closer.

I couldn't help but groan against his mouth, the taste of him intoxicating. He was sweet, like the softest whispers of summer, and I wanted more-much more. I wrapped my arms around him, reveling in the way he fit against me like the missing piece I hadn't known I needed.

Jeongin's fingers slipped beneath my shirt, grazing my skin lightly, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head, ready to explore the skin beneath. The sight of his bare torso, toned and inviting, made my mouth water.

"Hyunjin," he breathed as I leaned down, my lips trailing against his collarbone. I wanted to taste every inch of him, to memorize the way he gasped and writhed beneath my touch.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured, looking up to meet his gaze as I pressed soft kisses down his chest, savoring the way his breath quickened with each caress. Jeongin's fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me lower, urging me on.

"Please," he whimpered, and that plea ignited something primal within me. I moved lower, my mouth teasingly brushing against the waistband of his jeans, eager to claim every part of him.

With a swift motion, I unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans, exposing him to the cool air. Jeongin's breath hitched, and I looked up at him, mischief dancing in my eyes.

"Hyunjin, what are you-oh," he gasped as I wrapped my lips around him, taking him into my mouth in one smooth motion. The taste of him sent waves of pleasure shooting through me, and I groaned around him. Jeongin's hands tightened in my hair, urging me as I began to move, taking my time.

"God, yes," he whimpered, his voice breathy and desperate. I lost myself in the rhythm, my head bobbing as I took him deeper, relishing in every sound that escaped his lips. I could feel the heat pooling inside me, desire coursing through my veins as I indulged in the heady rush of pleasure.

With each movement, Jeongin's breaths grew ragged and desperate. "Hyunjin... I'm close." The urgency in his voice made my heart race, and I increased my pace, sucking harder as I felt him trembling beneath my ministrations.

With a final gasp, he tugged my hair, pulling me up to meet his gaze. "Hyunjin, I-"

Before he could finish, I captured his lips again, swallowing his moans as I pressed him down against the bed, claiming him completely. The heat between us had ignited into a blazing fire, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Stay with me," I panted, pressing against him. Jeongin nodded, eyes wide with anticipation, and that was all I needed.

In that fleeting moment of certainty, as our bodies entwined and our breaths mingled, I knew we were lost in a world of our own making. Nothing else mattered; it was just me and Jeongin, caught in this beautiful, reckless intimacy.

And as I took him deeper into the night, I let the wave of passion wash over us both.