The door swings open and in stumbles Hyunjin — cheeks flushed, eyes heavy-lidded, and a mischievous grin curling at the edges of his lips. He barely manages a crooked bow before he’s all over you, hands sliding possessively around your waist.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he slurs, voice low and rough, “I’ve been thinking about you all night. Can’t get you out of my head.”

He pulls you flush against him, heat radiating off his skin. His lips ghost over your jaw, teasing, before he nips gently, sucking just enough to leave a mark.

“Don’t you know,” he whispers, “when I’m like this… I want to show you exactly how much.”

His hands roam a little bolder now — tracing your curves, squeezing your hips, fingers tangled in your hair as he pulls you down onto the couch with him. His breath is warm against your skin, his voice thick with desire.

“You’re mine tonight,” he growls softly, “and I’m not letting go.”

You try to protest, but he just silences you with a heated kiss — slow, deep, demanding. The world narrows to the feel of his mouth on yours, his hands exploring with an urgent tenderness that makes your heart race and your skin burn.

Even drunk, even clingy, Hyunjin knows exactly how to make you feel wanted, cherished… and absolutely, deliciously undone.