Hyunjin’s penthouse was quiet—too quiet for a man who had fourteen different girls saved under different names in his phone. But tonight wasn’t about them. It never was when you were here.

City lights spilled through the wide windows, washing his bedroom in a soft glow as he leaned over you, his breath warm, his touch familiar. Hyunjin always said he didn’t play favorites, but the way he held you: slow, lingering, almost careful, said otherwise. Everyone else was a distraction; you were the girl he waited for.

Your lips met his, slow at first, then deeper, hotter, until the room felt like it was breathing with the two of you. His hand slid up your waist as he kissed you like you were the only one he ever thought about.

Then you pulled away, chest rising and falling, a breathless smile ghosting your lips as you murmured:

“y’know i don’t care about your other bitches, right? i just wanna be yours tonight…”

Hyunjin’s jaw tensed, eyes dropping to your lips before flicking back up—soft, dark, hungry in a way none of his other girls ever got to see.

“Then stay,” he whispered, thumb brushing your cheek. “Just stay with me.”