All I Need Is You | Hyunjin x Reader

Creamy.

As the sound of Hyunjin's footsteps faded away down the hallway, you found yourself momentarily still, pressing your back against the cool wood of your apartment door. The brief moment of solitude in your now quiet apartment felt both exhilarating and calming after the whirlwind of emotions and events that had unfolded over the last 24 hours.

You were indeed in need of a shower, the remnants of last night's party— the sweet scent of strawberry soju mingled with the inevitable perspiration from hours of dancing—clinging to your skin. But even as you planned the practical next steps for your day, your mind replayed the tender moments you and Hyunjin had shared.

With a sigh, you pushed away from the door, moving through the soft, silent ambiance of your living space. Each step seemed lighter than usual; you felt almost buoyant, buoyed by a newfound happiness that seemed to permeate the air around you. It was a stark contrast to the heavy, burdensome feelings that had clouded your recent days, replaced now by a sense of bliss that made your heart feel full and content.

The physical closeness with Hyunjin, the feeling of his body pressed against yours as you danced, the tactile memory of running your fingers through his long, silky hair—all these sensations lingered in your mind like vivid snapshots. His soft lips, gentle yet passionate, still tingled on yours, a reminder of the kiss that had sealed your mutual affection. And his gaze—the intensity with which he looked at you, with a mixture of care, admiration, and something deeper, something earnest—was unlike anything you had ever experienced. No one had ever looked at you with such depth, as if seeing right into the corners of your soul that you kept hidden from the world.

Now, as you moved towards your bathroom, the question of when you would see him again hung in the air, palpable and tinged with anticipation. You hoped it would be soon. The connection you felt couldn't just be left to linger in the aftermath of a hangover and the quiet of a Sunday morning.

Stepping into the shower, you let the warm water cascade over you, washing away the physical remnants of the previous night. Yet the emotional imprint of his presence, the warmth, and the promise of what might come next couldn't be so easily rinsed off. You found yourself smiling, almost involuntarily, at the thought of seeing him again, of exploring the possibilities that lay stretched out before both of you.

As the steam filled the room, wrapping you in a warm embrace, your mind danced ahead to the next time you would meet. Would it be as electrifying as the last? The thought sent a thrill through you, a spark of excitement that had been missing from your life for too long.

Finally turning off the shower, you stepped out, wrapped yourself in a towel, and looked at your reflection in the mirror. The steam had fogged up the glass, leaving it misty and undefined, much like the future you now contemplated. But as you wiped away the condensation, your image came into view—clearer, and somehow more hopeful. You were ready for whatever lay ahead, ready to face it with a heart newly open to the possibilities of love.

Your phone buzzed yanking you from your daydream.

Felix
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Poor Felix..you felt bad for not spending more time with him at his own party but honestly it seemed like he was overwhelmed enough already with the amount of people he was trying to entertain.

~"Hey! Did you make it home okay? Thanks for coming last night, I'm sorry I didn't get to hang out with you much...Chan and Lee Know invited way more people than I knew they were going to."~

~"Don't worry about it, thank you again for the invite. I'll see you tomorrow morning?"~

~"I'll be there :)"~