Stolen Moments | Yang Jeongin

Twenty-Three

Jeongin came back from vocal practice looking slightly worn out but with that mischievous glint in his eye that I'd come to recognize all too well. He dropped his bag by the door and flopped onto the couch next to me, immediately leaning his head on my shoulder.

"Hey," he mumbled, his voice soft but playful. "Miss me?"

I chuckled, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "Always. How was practice?"

"Tiring," he sighed. "But I'm done now. And I'm thinking... we should do something fun."

I raised an eyebrow, already wary of whatever "fun" idea was brewing in his mind. "Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?"

Jeongin straightened up and reached for the game controllers sitting on the coffee table, his lips curling into a sly grin. "How about Tekken?"

I groaned. "You know I'm terrible at that game. You only suggest it when you want to crush me."

"Exactly," he said, unbothered by my protest. But then his eyes gleamed with something a little more playful. "But this time, let's make it interesting."

I narrowed my eyes at him, already sensing trouble. "What do you mean 'interesting'?"

Jeongin leaned in closer, his grin widening. "Strip-Tekken."

I stared at him, eyes wide. "Excuse me?"

He laughed, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Come on, it'll be fun! I always win, so you'll lose more clothes than me."

"Yang Jeongin! I will tell your Grandmother that you can't behave!" I smacked his arm with a pillow, trying to fight back the blush that was rapidly creeping up my cheeks. He just laughed harder, dodging my attempts to hit him again.

"Okay, okay, relax!" he said, grabbing my wrist playfully before I could land another hit. "Fine, no strip-Tekken. How about this: every time I win, I get a kiss."

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head in disbelief. "You are ridiculous."

"But you love me," he shot back, his grin still in full effect.

I couldn't help but laugh at how pleased he looked with himself. "I do love you. Fine. You'll get your kisses. But don't get cocky."

"No promises," he said, tossing me a controller.

The game started, and as usual, Jeongin was pulling off ridiculous moves while I struggled to keep up. He knew this game inside and out, playing it with Felix all the time, and before I knew it, my character was knocked out in record time.

Jeongin grinned victoriously, turning to me with an expectant look. "First win. You know what that means."

I sighed, but leaned over to give him a quick kiss, already regretting this deal. However, before I could pull away, Jeongin's hand found the back of my neck, and he deepened the kiss, his lips lingering against mine in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.

By the time we pulled back, I was slightly breathless, and Jeongin looked more than a little smug. "This is almost better than strip-Tekken."

"Debatable," I muttered, trying to focus on the game again, but my mind was already wandering.

We started another round, but just like before, Jeongin wiped the floor with me. His character was a blur of combos and special attacks, while mine flailed around helplessly.

"Another win," Jeongin said, looking at me with that same teasing smile.

I rolled my eyes but leaned in to give him another kiss. This time, he didn't wait—he immediately pulled me closer, deepening the kiss until I completely forgot about the game again. His lips were soft and warm, and before long, we were both tangled up on the couch, the controllers abandoned.

The game screen sat idle, completely forgotten as we lost track of time, taking long pauses between rounds—if you could even call them rounds anymore. Every kiss seemed to last longer than the last, and neither of us were in any rush to go back to playing.

At some point, I finally pulled back, breathless and laughing softly. "We're supposed to be playing Tekken, not... this."

Jeongin smirked, his arms still around me as he leaned in for another quick kiss. "I'm winning either way."

I was about to retort when the front door suddenly swung open, and in walked Chan and Changbin, both of them immediately freezing at the sight of us.

"Again?" Chan groaned, tossing his keys onto the counter. "Seriously? Since you two started dating, it's like every time we come home, you're either shoving your tongues down each other's throats or are about to get naked."

Changbin shook his head, crossing his arms. "Do you guys even play the game, or is it just an excuse to make out?"

I flushed, quickly sitting up and trying to regain some composure. Jeongin, however, just grinned and shrugged. "We play. It's just that I keep winning and the winner gets kisses."

Chan rolled his eyes, walking further into the room. "You need a better hobby, Jeongin. Seriously."

Changbin snorted, eyeing the controllers that were now sitting forgotten on the couch. "Or at least, play a game that you actually finish."

Jeongin smirked, pulling me back into his side. "Why bother when this is so much better?"

I nudged him with my elbow, laughing despite the embarrassment. Chan and Changbin shook their heads, clearly used to our antics by now.

"Next time, we're setting a timer for how long you two can play before it turns into this," Chan teased as he headed for the kitchen.

Jeongin just chuckled, unfazed, as he leaned over to kiss my cheek. "Guess we'll have to finish the game another time, huh?"

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips. "Yeah, yeah. You're impossible."

"And you love it," Jeongin said, his grin never fading.

And, as always, he was right.