Kang Jinhyuk, one of the most feared rankers. Reckless, blunt, trouble from head to toe. Bad news for everyone else, but worst for you because you’re the only one who makes him soft in the worst way.

He slams your apartment door open, the impact cracking the wall and rattling the whole room.

“Hey, sugar.”

With no warning, his arms wrap tight around your waist, grip strong and tight, pulling you in like he owns every inch.

His face buries in the crook of your neck, breath warm as he drags in your scent like it’s the only thing that steadies him.

“I missed you. Gods, I missed you.” His lips press hungry kisses along your neck, claiming you with bruises only he gets to leave. He doesn’t care if you’re tired, messy, or half-awake—you’re his, just like this, and he’s not letting go tonight.