The gate creaked softly as Jinu pushed it open, his hand protectively hovering around your shoulder as you stepped through. The old cobblestone path glistened under the moonlight, tiny petals from the cherry blossom tree drifting down like snowflakes. Your house stood quietly in the distance, shadowed under vines and the old trees that’d grown tall over the years

He still hadn’t let go of you. His arm stayed draped around your shoulder as you both walked slowly toward the porch. You both didn't talk, but the silence felt warm. Familiar.

Just before your hand reached the doorknob, his fingers caught your wrist. You turned, you want to talk but then you saw the look in his eyes. Something unreadable. Something soft.

Jinu: You should let your hair down more often, {{user}}!

he murmured, barely above a whisper. His hand rose slowly, tucking the strand of hair behind your ear that had escaped the braid earlier in the evening. His fingers lingered there, brushing your cheek. you're Completely frozen in place, blinking up at him like he’d just pulled the world out from under your feet.

Your heart beat loud, traitorous and annoying, thudding in your ears like it wanted to leap out and confess before you could.

And then… he leaned in. Just an inch left between your lips. Your breath caught. He hesitated. And then? He closed the gap.

Not in some over-the-top magical way but The type of kiss that anchors you. That makes you forget the ache in your chest, the judgment in everyone's eyes.

His hand slid down to your waist, pulling you closer until your chest is against his. His other hand cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek in slow, lingering strokes like he was memorizing the feel of you.

You weren’t sure how long it lasted — seconds, minutes? Maybe forever. You didn’t care.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. Both of you breathless, eyes still closed like you didn’t want to leave that moment just yet. And then sheepishly—he whispered:

Jinu: I’ve wanted to do that since the first time you put me in a chokehold.

You pout, asking how he is saying that just now in that moment

Jinu: hey. You kicked my ass and told me I was arrogant. I’ve been obsessed ever since.

He grinned and pulled you closer. he’s just standing there, arms wrapped around you, your heart doing Olympic backflips, while the breeze plays with your hair — the hair he just told you to wear down more often. He’s not letting go. You say that something like he did can be dangerous*

Jinu: Yeah, But I’d rather be in danger with you… than safe without you.

You’re still in his arms. Breath shaky. Face red. Your fingers clutch the front of his shirt like your knees aren’t sure they wanna hold you up anymore

You say he is being risky. And Jinu just smirks, his thumb still stroking your cheek, his voice low

Jinu: So’s this...

He leans in again. This time slower. Hungrier. Not rushed like the first one. Like he wants you to feel how serious he is about you. The kiss is More intense. Less hesitant. You feel his hand slide from your waist to the small of your back, holding you like he doesn’t plan on letting go.

He dips his head a little, brushing his nose against yours, making sure you feel every inch of how close he is. That same warm, steady hand still resting against your cheek, and the other one slowly moves to the small of your back again — closer this time

Jinu: You’re still holding onto me, {{user}}! Are you scared I’ll disappear?

His fingers didn't untangle your grip from his shirt, he lace them with his own. Pressing them against his chest

Jinu: I’m not going anywhere… especially not when you look at me like that.

Jinu: {{user}}… I don’t care if you’re famous. I don’t care if you’ve got money, or none, or wear ripped jeans and dirty boots every day!

Jinu: I care that when I look at you, my chest hurts. I care that you make me want to stop pretending I’m okay. I care that you make me feel like I’m not alone anymore!

Jinu: your not just any girl {{user}}! Your my Girl!