Mischief Managed (Stray Kids Oneshots)

In the Shadows - Hwang Hyunjin ❤️‍🔥

The city outside was wrapped in the serene quiet of the night, the streets damp from the rain that had passed hours ago. Inside, the apartment was alive with a different energy—one that hummoned through the air, a palpable tension that neither of you could ignore.

You sat at the edge of the couch, eyes drifting to Hyunjin as he moved about the room. His usual grace was even more pronounced tonight. Each step, each movement felt deliberate, as if he was acutely aware of your presence. His eyes would occasionally flicker toward you, and every time they did, a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine.

There had always been something about Hyunjin. His beauty was mesmerizing, almost otherworldly, but it was more than that. There was an intensity in his gaze, in his every movement, that pulled you in. You had always felt the pull, but tonight, it felt like the universe was conspiring to bring you together. His every action felt like a silent invitation, each glance a silent promise. And you were so close to accepting.

He turned toward you, catching your gaze as if he had been waiting for that moment. His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, one that made your breath catch. There was something in his eyes—a depth of longing and something darker, more primal—that made your pulse quicken.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice low, carrying a certain weight that made your heart beat faster.

You nodded, trying to steady your breathing, but there was something in his gaze that made it impossible to hide the anticipation thrumming through you. "I'm fine. Just... lost in my thoughts."

Hyunjin's smile deepened, and he closed the distance between you in a few steps. He stood before you, towering over you slightly, his presence consuming every inch of the space. His eyes didn't leave yours as he slowly lowered himself to kneel in front of you, his face mere inches from yours.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, his voice a low murmur, filled with meaning. His hand reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your skin. You could feel the heat of his touch, the electricity in the air between you both thick and undeniable.

The room seemed to shrink, the quiet stretching between you two becoming unbearable. You swallowed hard, trying to find the words, but none came. The unspoken desire, the intensity of everything that had been building for so long, filled the silence. You knew it; Hyunjin knew it. Neither of you could hide it any longer.

"Hyunjin..." you whispered, your voice trembling, unable to contain the emotions threatening to spill over.

He leaned in slightly, his lips grazing your ear as he spoke. "You don't have to say anything. I can feel it. The way you look at me. The way you react to my every move."

His breath was warm against your skin, and the words sent a shiver through your body. You could feel your heart racing, the heat building between you two, thick and suffocating.

Without warning, he closed the distance, his lips crashing into yours in a kiss that was everything you had been craving and more. It wasn't slow or gentle—it was urgent, passionate, as if he had been holding back for far too long. His hands cupped your face, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, while yours instinctively threaded through his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him.

The kiss was fire, hot and intoxicating, a wild storm that neither of you could control. His lips were insistent, demanding, and you gave in to the fire, your body responding to him in ways you couldn't deny. Every movement felt like a spark, igniting something deep within you.

Hyunjin pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire, lips swollen from the kiss. "I've been waiting for this," he confessed, his voice rough, raw with emotion. "Waiting for you."

Your breath caught in your throat as you reached up, cupping his face, your thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "I... I've wanted this too," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper.

Hyunjin's lips curled into a smile, but it wasn't playful—it was knowing, confident, as if he had always known this would happen. His hands moved down to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were flush against each other. The heat between you both was overwhelming, every inch of your skin alive with the electricity of his touch.

Without breaking the kiss, Hyunjin gently guided you to lie back on the couch, his body following you down. He hovered over you, his weight supported on his arms as he kissed you again, deeper this time, his hands sliding under your shirt, his fingertips grazing your skin. The touch made your body arch into his, the sensation of his hands on your skin making you ache with need.

"Hyunjin..." you gasped, your fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath the fabric of his shirt.

"Shh," he whispered against your lips, his hand moving to tangle in your hair as he kissed you harder, his other hand trailing down your side, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His touch was gentle at first, but with each moment that passed, it became more urgent, more desperate, as if he was trying to pull something from you that neither of you could define.

You kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands working to remove the barrier of clothes between you. Every touch, every movement was an act of desperation, a silent plea for more, for him.

The world outside seemed to cease to exist as you were lost in the moment. There was only the feeling of him, of his touch, of the way he made you feel like you were the center of his universe, and nothing else mattered.

When he finally pulled away, both of you breathless and tangled in the aftermath, he rested his forehead against yours, his chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath. The space between your hearts felt like the calm after a storm, the stillness before the next wave of passion crashed into you.

"I've never felt anything like this before," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "It's like I'm finally seeing you... truly seeing you."

You smiled softly, your hands tracing the lines of his chest. "I've always seen you, Hyunjin," you whispered. "But now, it feels like we're seeing each other in a way we never have before."

His lips curled into a tender smile, and he kissed you softly once more, the heat still lingering between you two, but now there was a sense of peace, a sense of belonging that filled the space where the storm had once raged.

And in that moment, you knew that whatever had been ignited between you two wasn't just the passion of a single night. It was something deeper, something that would burn brightly long after the storm had passed.