Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 37 - The Maknae

"Can we have dinner tonight?"

You looked closely at Jeongin, trying to figure him out. You had assumed he and Seungmin had reasons for not engaging with you the way the others did - they had significant others, or other preferences, or just weren't into physical relationships, but you always felt like Jeongin might just be too innocent. You knew your perception had been slanted by the videos you'd watched of him when he was a kid, still in braces, just learning to be an idol. God knows the rest of the group overprotected him like he was their only child, and that also made you nervous to have any serious interaction with him - you were pretty sure that if Jeongin got hurt, all hell would break loose.

Still, at that moment, you didn't see a child. You saw a young man. And how could you turn him down? "Sure," you nodded, and his smile returned. "Have you ever been to New Orleans?" you asked.

"No, but I'm excited to see it. Have you?" You nodded. "It's one of my favorite cities in America," you answered truthfully. "I want to hear music, and I want to try gumbo," Jeongin said, licking his lips. "I know the perfect place we can go, then!" You'd been craving Creole food yourself, and couldn't wait to get your hands on some red beans and rice.

The restaurant wasn't busy, so you and Jeongin were quickly seated and able to order. You made him try the fried crawfish appetizer, and he loved it. "You know, usually people here eat them boiled, and suck the head. But I like them fried." Jeongin had stopped chewing, eyes wide, when you said "suck the head" and you laughed, explaining. He nodded. "I'd try that!" "Maybe tomorrow we can all go to dinner together or something. There's a place that specializes in low country boil." You had to explain that to him too, and he seemed pretty excited to try it.

"But tonight... you have no plans, right?" His eyebrow arched as he asked.

"My only plan was to have dinner with you," you said, signaling the waitress for another drink. You had downed the first one pretty quick. You didn't know why you were anxious, but the alcohol was soothing your nerves a bit. "Is there something else you wanted to do?"

He looked at you nervously. "I don't know. I thought we might watch a movie or something. Just hang out, you know." You smiled. "Okay, we can do that. Do you want to walk around downtown first maybe? See Beale Street?" He nodded rapidly, sudden enthusiasm brightening his handsome face. The main meal arrived just then, and you dug in, loving how he seemed to enjoy every bite anew.

Even as commercialized as Beale Street was, the mood was festive and there were musicians playing around the Handy statue, with locals and tourists dancing together. You and Jeongin joined in, cracking each other up with silly dance moves, then continued exploring. You held on to his arm, and he looked as relaxed and happy as you'd ever seen him; away from the group, he seemed mature and calm. You found it very attractive, along with his crazy high cheekbones and foxy eyes. When he leaned down to kiss you under a streetlight, you didn't turn away, letting his lips open yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

"Was that weird?" he asked after the kiss, still holding you in his surprisingly muscular arms. "No, was it weird for you?" He shook his head and gave you another kiss, this time deeper. Before you knew it you were back at his room in the hotel, making out heavily on the couch. You had worked his shirt off, and sat back, tracing the muscles of his chest with your fingers. "Jeongin," you started, and he kissed you to shut you up.

"I don't want to talk about it. If I talk about it I'll lose my nerve," he said anxiously. You understood, but had to ask. "This isn't - surely this isn't your first - " "No, I've had sex before, of course," he snorted. That was all that you needed to hear, and you leaned back and unbuttoned your shirt. Jeongin watched, his lips parted, slightly panting. You leaned toward him, letting him take your breasts into his hands as you kissed him. He groaned sweetly, squeezing them, sliding his hand under your bra. "Let's go to bed," you said, taking his hand and standing up.