Kinktober //Straykids//

☆-Unspoken boundaries-☆ (I.N)

The music in the club pulsed through your body, the heavy bass vibrating in your chest as you navigated the crowded dance floor. The air was thick with heat, sweat, and the intoxicating smell of alcohol and cheap cologne. A haze of cigarette smoke hung above the crowd, lit up by the flashing lights from the DJ booth, casting brief moments of visibility in the otherwise dark room.

Your friends were already scattered around, either lost in the thrumming rhythm of the music or engrossed in conversations too loud to be considered private. You, however, had your attention fixed on one person—the reason you were here tonight in the first place.

Jeongin.

He was standing at the far end of the bar, nursing a drink, and looking almost too comfortable in this chaotic environment. His eyes, dark and intense under the shifting lights, scanned the room occasionally, but they always seemed to land back on you. There was something unspoken between you two, something simmering just beneath the surface.

For weeks now, the tension had been building. Every glance, every accidental brush of hands, every lingering look felt like a step toward an inevitable conclusion, and tonight, you could feel it. Tonight, something was going to happen. You could feel the heat of his gaze on you, the intensity of it pulling you closer without him saying a word.

You made your way through the crowd, your heart pounding louder than the music as you closed the distance between you. Jeongin’s eyes locked onto yours as you approached, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk, like he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Finally decided to come over?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the music, but you caught the teasing tone.

You leaned in closer, your lips almost brushing against his ear as you replied, “I was waiting for you to make the first move.”

Jeongin chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin. “You’ve been waiting for me, huh?” he murmured, his hand casually resting on the bar behind you, caging you in. “You sure you’re ready for what comes next?”

His words sent a shiver down your spine. There was something dangerous in his tone, something that hinted at a darker side of him that you’d only caught glimpses of before. But tonight, you weren’t looking to play it safe. You wanted to see just how far he could push you.

“I think I can handle it,” you said, your voice steady despite the adrenaline rushing through your veins.

Jeongin’s smirk widened, his eyes glinting with amusement and something else—something darker. “We’ll see about that,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

Without another word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the bar, leading you through the crowd and out of the club. The cold night air hit you like a shock as you stepped outside, but the heat between you and Jeongin didn’t fade. If anything, it grew more intense and more urgent.

He led you down a side street, his grip on your hand firm but not painful. There was no hesitation in his movements, no second-guessing. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he was making it clear that you were going to give it to him.

You barely registered the fact that you’d reached his apartment until he was unlocking the door and pulling you inside. The second the door clicked shut behind you, the tension that had been simmering between you two exploded.

Jeongin pushed you against the wall, his lips crashing into yours with a force that took your breath away. This wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was rough, demanding, like he was claiming something he’d wanted for a long time and was finally allowing himself to take.

Your hands found his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his jacket as you tried to keep up with the intensity of his kiss. His lips were hot and urgent against yours, his hands rough as they gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him.