Idol-ized Lovers || Choi Soobin [Rewritten]

14

"You had what ?" Yoo Jin practically shouted, his voice echoing with disbelief as judgmental eyes turned toward him. "Shut up!" you hissed, nudging him to calm down. "I can't believe it!" he added, shaking his head dramatically. "I know, right..." you mumbled, your cheeks burning as your mind replayed the memory.

"Damn! How was it?" he asked with a mischievous grin. "Amazing," you admitted, trying—and failing—to suppress the giddy smile taking over your face. Yoo Jin smirked. "Well, your blush and that smile say it all." You both laughed quietly, sharing the moment like it was a secret too big to contain.

Just then, your phone buzzed, and your heart flipped when you saw the name on the screen.

Soobin: Can I come at 7?
Butterflies swirled in your stomach as your fingers flew across the screen.

You: sure!

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You reached home bursting with excitement—Soobin was coming over. You dressed with care: casual, but with just enough thought in case things got... intimate. You even cooked dinner for him, pouring all your affection into the little details. The table looked nice. Warm. Inviting.

At exactly 7 PM, the doorbell rang. You opened it and immediately pulled Soobin into a hug.

"Wow," he said as you stepped back. "Seems like you missed me." He added, scanning you from head to toe. "I did," you replied softly, cheeks warming again. He chuckled, pulling you into an even tighter hug. "I did too." That simple sentence sent a wave of comfort through your chest.

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Dinner was fun—easy conversation, laughter, clinking forks. You took silly photos together, posing and giggling, and ended up on the couch scrolling through them. "You look sexy in all of these," Soobin said, eyes still glued to the phone. "You look sexier," you shot back, smirking. He laughed, the sound warm and low. Then, looking at you with that familiar glint in his eyes, he added, "The food was great, but what about dessert?"

You caught the meaning behind his words instantly, your stomach tightening in anticipation. "What would you like?" You asked. "You?" he said boldly, his hand sliding down your thigh and gently grazing over your clothes. You let out a soft gasp, hips instinctively tilting toward his touch.

"Let me taste you," he whispered, guiding you to lie back on the couch as he gently spread your legs and slid your panties off, revealing your dripping wetness. "It's already dripping, baby girl," he murmured, and you shyly looked away.

He lowered his head and took a long, slow lick from your entrance to your clit. Your moan was immediate—your back arched as pleasure flooded your senses. No one had ever done that to you before, and the newness of it, the intensity of his mouth on you, was overwhelming in the best way.

He didn't stop. His tongue worked skillfully, lapping and swirling while his fingers—two of them—pushed inside you, curling just right. Your moans grew louder as he picked up pace, fingers pumping in rhythm, mouth sucking on your clit so perfectly it felt like heaven. You came hard, hips jerking as waves of pleasure rolled through you, your fingers digging into the couch.

"I want to fuck you right now," he said, breathless, standing up to undo his pants. You were more than ready—but just then, your phone rang. Your heart dropped when you saw the name: Mom. You quickly answered. "Hi, Mom!"

"[Your Name]-ah! [Your Name]-ah!" Her voice was shaking, frantic, crying. You sat up, alarmed. Soobin immediately noticed the change in your face. "Mom, what's wrong?" you asked, panic rising. "It's Yeon-ah," she choked out between sobs. "She collapsed. She's unconscious. She's not waking up. Please come—hurry!" The words hit you like a truck.

"I'm coming. Don't worry. I'm on my way," you said and hung up, grabbing your things in a hurry. "What happened?" Soobin asked, standing. "It's Yeon... she's—" you couldn't finish, but he understood. "I'll drive," he said, grabbing his keys. "No, go back. You can't come. You know why," you insisted, voice shaking.

But he didn't let go. "I'm not letting you go alone like this." He pulled you into the car before you could protest further. You didn't fight it. This wasn't the time. You gave him the address to your mom's place, hands trembling. Soobin drove fast, focused, his hand occasionally reaching out to squeeze yours. Neither of you spoke, the tension thick—but you were grateful he was there.