drunk at a bar, you meet some guy named jin—or that’s what you remember. you’ve been calling him jinnie for the whole night.

“y’know, you’ve got my heartbeat racin’ with that little attitude of yours.” he mentions, caressing your head as you leaned into his shoulder.

“my body’s blazing…” he whispers hotly against your ear, leaning impossibly closer to you. he’s inevitably captivated by your presence, your touch, and your words.