JUST US 🔞
Saint POV
The front door clicked shut behind me as Shin locked the door saying,
"By the way... Mom's not home. She's on a work trip outside the city."
I raised an eyebrow, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh?"
"Yeah," he shrugged, nonchalantly. "So it's just us tonight."
Something warm and mischievous stirred in my chest. "Just us, huh?"
"You make it sound weird," he muttered, looking flustered.
I grinned devilishly. "You sure that's safe for you?"
Shin rolled his eyes. "What are you—"
Before he could finish, I swooped down and scooped him up in my arms bridal-style.
"SAINT!" he shrieked, flailing wildly. "Put me down, you psycho!"
"Nope," I said cheerfully, carrying him down the hallway like a conquering hero. "You said it's just us. I'm making the most of it."
He punched my shoulder, face turning red. "I swear, if you drop me—"
"Relax," I laughed, leaning down to whisper near his ear. "You're safe with me, baby."
That did it. His face went from pink to beet red. "D-Don't call me that!"
"Why? You look cute when you're flustered," I teased, setting him down on the couch with a triumphant grin.
He glared at me, trying to hide the smile threatening to break through. "You're insufferable."
"And you love it."
Shin huffed but didn't deny it. Instead, he leaned back on the couch, stretching out like he owned the place. "So, what's the plan for tonight, Mr. Perfect?"
I plopped down beside him, nudging his shoulder. "Hmm... Now.. I guess Movies, snacks, and maybe a game of 'How Many Times Can Shin Blush Before Passing Out?'"
He laughed, shoving me lightly. "You're impossible."
"But you love it," I repeated smugly.
He rolled his eyes but then leaned closer, his voice softer. "Yeah... I do."
Warmth bloomed in my chest, and before I knew it, my lips brushed against his. The kiss was soft, unhurried, filled with everything I couldn't put into words. His hands found their way to the back of my neck, pulling me closer.
When we finally broke apart, breathless, Shin's eyes sparkled. "You're getting better at this romantic stuff."
I chuckled. "I've got a good teacher."
He snorted. "Please. You're a hopeless romantic when you want to be."
I kissed his forehead. "Only for you."
The air shifted between us, the playful banter fading into something warmer, more intimate. I reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead.
"You know I'm crazy about you, right?" I murmured.
His eyes softened, and for once, he didn't tease me. "I know, Idiot"
I leaned in, our foreheads touching. "And you're stuck with me, Shin."
"Good," he whispered, his breath warm against my lips. "Because I don't want anyone else."
The moment lingered, charged with unspoken promises. But then Shin, being Shin, ruined it in the best way possible.
"Wait," he said suddenly, pulling back. "Are you seriously planning to watch one of your boring documentaries tonight?"
I gasped, mock-offended. "Boring? Excuse you, 'The Secret Life of Jellyfish' is a cinematic masterpiece."
He snorted. "Oh God, we're watching a rom-com. End of discussion."
"Fine," I grumbled, pretending to sulk. "But only if you let me pick the snacks."
"Deal," he grinned, grabbing the remote.
As chaos unfolded between us—arguing over snack choices and debating the superior rom-com— but I realized something important.
This was home. Where is Shin it's home for me.
"Here," Shin said, tossing a pair of clothes at me. "These should fit."
I raised an eyebrow, holding up the shirt. "This is ridiculously oversized, even for me."
Shin shrugged. "What can I say? I liked stealing my dad's comfy shirts when he was with us ."
I saw a line of hurt cross through his eyes and I don't wanna make him feel sad even for a second because of the past. So without showing any emotion, I smirked. "You sure you're not planning to steal my hoodies next?"
Shin eyes sparkled , "Who says I haven't already?" Shin shot back with a cheeky grin before disappearing into the bathroom to freshen up.
I shook my head, laughing softly. This boy would be the death of me.
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After getting changed and feeling refreshed, I found Shin already sprawled across the living room floor, flicking through the TV channels.
His hair was damp, and he was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a loose hoodie that practically swallowed him whole.
"Dinner?" I asked, walking in.
"Already heating up," he grinned. "Mom left some stuff in the fridge."
"Convenient," I noted, plopping down beside him. "I was not in the mood to cook after surviving that rollercoaster."
"Surviving?" Shin snorted. "You mean screaming like a banshee."
I glared. "You have a selective memory, I see."
"Selective? Nah, I just love remembering your funny moments." He grinned mischievously, leaning closer. "You should scream for me more often."
"Watch it," I warned, but the warmth in my chest betrayed my fake irritation.
Dinner was filled with laughter and teasing as we sat at the kitchen counter, talking about everything and nothing. It felt so easy-so natural-to be with him like this.
"You better wash the dishes," Shin declared dramatically after finishing his last bite.
"Oh, so I plan the perfect date, carry you halfway across the neighborhood, and now I'm stuck washing dishes?" I teased.
"Exactly. That's your boyfriend duties 102."
I leaned closer, a playful smirk curling my lips. "What if I renegotiate my terms?"
Shin blinked, clearly intrigued. "What terms?"
I kissed the corner of his mouth. "No dishes if I keep doing this."
His eyes softened, but his voice remained smug. "You're still washing the dishes."
I groaned, muttering under my breath as he laughed his heart out.
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After dinner, we ended up back in the living room. Shin plopped down onto the sofa, his legs stretched out as he flipped through the TV channels. I watched him, a smile tugging at my lips. His damp hair clung messily to his forehead, and the loose hoodie he was wearing made him look ridiculously cozy.
"You look like a teenager sneaking in a lazy Sunday," I teased, sitting beside him.
"Jealous?" he grinned, tossing the remote aside. "Admit it-you want to be as effortlessly cool as me."
"You wish," I snorted. "I just have standards for looking presentable, unlike some people."
He stuck his tongue out at me. "Big talk for someone who screamed louder than a toddler at that haunted house."
I glared at him. He is not gonna let it go for my whole life. "I was protecting you!"
"Sure, Saint." He leaned closer, whispering dramatically, "It was the bravest scream I've ever heard."
"You're lucky I like you," I muttered, nudging his side with a dramatic eye roll.
"Damn right," he shot back with a wink.
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The movie he had chosen played on the screen, but it was impossible to focus when Shin's presence practically demanded all of my attention. His laughter, his warmth, the way his eyes crinkled when he teased me-it was intoxicating.
Halfway through the film, his head naturally found my shoulder, his breathing evening out. I glanced down, my heart skipping a beat at the sight of him dozing off.
"Lightweight," I murmured fondly, brushing a few strands of hair from his face.
The soft rise and fall of his chest was oddly comforting, but I knew he wouldn't be comfortable on the couch all night.
Carefully, I slid my arm under his legs and lifted him up. He barely stirred, his face nuzzling closer to my neck as I carried him toward his room.
"You're so cute like this my potato," I whispered, smiling at Shin teasingly.
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His room smelled distinctly like Shin-fresh, warm, and inviting. The lights were dim, casting a peaceful glow around the space. I gently laid him down on the bed, pulling the covers up to his chest.
Just as I was about to step away, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, stopping me in place.
"Where do you think you're going?" he murmured groggily.
I blinked. "Shin? I thought you were asleep."
His eyes were half-lidded, but there was a mischievous glint in them. "Not anymore.”
Before I could respond, he tugged on my arm, pulling me down onto the bed. I landed beside him with a startled laugh.
"Shin-"
"You're staying," he whispered, voice firm despite the playful edge.
"I was just gonna-"
"Staying," he interrupted, locking eyes with me.
The air shifted between us, thick with something unspoken. My breath caught when his hand slid to the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair.
"Shin..." I whispered, my voice hoarse.
He didn't give me a chance to finish. His lips crashed against mine, fierce and unyielding. The suddenness of it stole my breath, but I melted into the kiss, matching his urgency.
My hand found his waist, pulling him closer as the world blurred around us. His teeth grazed my bottom lip, and I gasped, giving him the opening he sought.
The kiss deepened, raw and desperate, as if we'd both been holding back for far too long. His hands clung to me, anchoring me in place.
When we finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, our foreheads pressed together.
"You're a trouble," I muttered, my lips brushing against his.
"And you love it," he whispered back, his voice trembling with emotion.
"Yeah... I really do," I admitted, my thumb brushing against his cheek.
He smiled softly, but there was a vulnerability in his eyes. "Sleep with me tonight."
"I'm not going anywhere, anyway" I promised, sealing it with another gentle kiss.
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Shin shifted, pressing me down further into the bed, his lips never breaking contact with mine. My head spun, and I was drowning in him, in the weight of his body and the way he whispered my name between desperate kisses.
"Saint..." he breathed, voice trembling with something raw and vulnerable.
That one sound tugged at my heart, making it ache in the best way. I cupped his face, grounding him with gentle but insistent touches. "I'm right here, Shin."
His lips curved into a small smile against mine. "Good. Because you're not allowed to go anywhere."
"I love you, Shin" I whispered, sealing it with a kiss that was softer this time-slower, filled with everything I felt for him but struggled to put into words.
But somewhere between the heat of the moment and the quiet comfort of being with Shin, exhaustion hit me like a wave. The day's chaotic adventures, long night piggyback ride, the endless teasing, and now this overwhelming warmth-it was all too much.
I tried to fight it, but my eyes grew heavier by the second.
Shin pulled back slightly, his brows furrowing. "Saint? Are you..."
His voice became a blur as sleep threatened to pull me under. I wanted to say something clever, something to keep us in this moment, but all I managed was a drowsy mumble.
"Don't you dare fall asleep on me," Shin said, half laughing, half exasperated.
"No.. nah..I'm just... resting... my eyes," I slurred, my head lolling against the pillow.
"Unbelievable," he muttered, though there was a fondness in his voice. "You really are a sleepy puppy."
The last thing I felt was Shin brushing his fingers through my hair, his warmth lulling me further into sleep.
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Shin POV
Saint's kisses were always something else-soft yet demanding, like he wanted to memorize every inch of me. Tonight was no different. His lips moved against mine with a fervor that made my heart pound, his hands gripping my waist as if he was afraid I'd slip away.
The heat between us was electric, crackling with everything unsaid and everything felt.
My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer until I could barely breathe. But I didn't care. I just wanted more-more of his warmth, more of him.
"Saint," I whispered against his lips, my voice trembling.
His hands cupped my face, grounding me. "I'm right here."
Those words, simple as they were, tugged at something deep inside me. I hadn't realized how much I needed to hear them until now.
But leave it to Saint to ruin the moment.
His kisses slowed, and his grip on me loosened. At first, I thought he was being sweet, savoring the moment. But then his head tilted, and I felt his weight shift against me.
"Saint?" I pulled back, breathless. "Are you... are you falling asleep?"
"N-no, nah..." he muttered, eyes barely open. "Just... resting... my eyes..."
I blinked, stunned. "You've got to be kidding me." I muttered softly.
He let out a soft, drowsy sigh, his head lolling against the pillow like some oversized puppy.
"Unbelievable," I muttered, half laughing, half exasperated. "You really are a sleepy puppy."
Still, I couldn't be mad at him. He must be so exhausted. The day had been long-chaotic and thrilling. Saint had planned everything to make me happy, even when it meant pushing past his own fears.
And now, here he was, completely worn out but still trying to hold on to this moment for me.
A warmth spread through my chest, and I sighed, brushing my fingers through his messy hair.
"Guess I'll forgive you this time," I whispered.
"But only because you're cute when you're like this."
He hummed softly in response, already halfway into dreamland.
I smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Sleep well, Saint. My love"
As his breathing evened out, I stayed there, watching him. My heart was full-filled with love, gratitude, and the quiet knowledge that no matter what chaos came next, Saint would always be my safe place. My home.
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Next Morning
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Saint POV
Warmth.
That was the first thing I registered before even opening my eyes.
A deep, comforting warmth wrapped around me, enveloping me completely. My body felt light, weightless, as if floating in the softest, most secure place in the world. My head rested against something firm yet familiar, and a gentle rhythm—a heartbeat—echoed against my ear.
Shin.
I inhaled, my senses immediately recognizing the scent that surrounded me—warm, clean, and undeniably him.
My eyelids fluttered open, and the morning light filtering through the curtains bathed everything in a golden glow. My body was cradled against his chest, his arms wrapped around me protectively, his warmth seeping into my very skin.
I froze.
He was holding me.
Not just holding—cradling me like a damn child.
In his arms.
Like I weighed nothing. Like I belonged there.
My heart slammed against my ribcage, emotions rushing in all at once. His grip was secure yet gentle, his warmth completely engulfing me. My heart swelled, the happiness bubbling inside me almost too much to contain.
Slowly, I tilted my face against his chest, pressing myself closer, embracing the feeling of being held like this.
I didn't want to move.
Didn't want to break this moment.
Shin stirred slightly, his arms unconsciously tightening around me, as if he knew I was awake. His fingers brushed up and down my spine in slow, lazy strokes, sending chills across my skin.
Then, I felt it.
Soft, feather-light kisses.
Against my forehead.
Once.
Twice.
A third time.
Each kiss melted into my skin, searing into my soul.
My throat tightened. My heart did a backflip.
I had never been held like this before. Never been kissed with such quiet tenderness, like I was something to be cherished. I was always a protector. Only my mom cradled me like this when I was a kid. But now it's Shin. I sucked in a breath, overwhelmed by how… loved I felt. The way he was holding me, the way he pressed those gentle kisses as if he wanted me to know—it wasn't just a dream. This was real.
I pressed my face against his chest, my lips parting in a shaky exhale.
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest.
"Did you sleep well, my puppy?" Shin's voice was husky, thick with sleep, yet dripping with amusement.
A small smile tugged at my lips. "Yeah, love… Best sleep of my life."
He hummed in response, and I tilted my head up, meeting his gaze. But before I could say anything more —Shin took his chance.
His lips descended upon mine, claiming them with a possessiveness that stole the air from my lungs. His mouth moved slowly, deeply, deliberately, as if making up for the time we had lost. His fingers buried themselves in my hair, tugging me closer, while his other hand trailed down my back, pressing me flush against him.
I melted.
I let him take. Let him own me, consume me.
But just as I parted my lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss—he pulled back.
This bastard.
I gasped against his lips, breathless and frustrated, my fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt.
"What's gotten into you so early in the morning?" I asked breathlessly, curiosity laced in my voice.
Shin smirked, his eyes dark with mischief. "Don't you remember last night?"
And then—it hit me.
Like a damn wave.
The intensity of last night, The intense make-out session. The heated touches , the way we had been tangled in each other, touching, kissing, exploring—only for me to pass out mid-make-out session from exhaustion.
Shit.
My face burned with embarrassment, and I swallowed hard, my mind running through the images flashing back. The way Shin's hands had roamed over me, how his lips had left trails of fire on my skin, the way he had gasped my name—and I just fell asleep.
Shin's grip on me shifted, pulling me out of my thoughts.
Before I could process what was happening, he suddenly dropped flat me onto the bed.
I let out a startled yelp, blinking up at him as he straddled me, pinning me down before I could even think about moving.
Before I could even react, he was on top of me.
Pinning me down. Hovering over me, eyes glinting with something dangerous.
Predatory.
His eyes look at me like I'm the pray today.
"Now you remember, right?" he murmured, his lips inches from mine.
I could only nod, my body already reacting to his presence hovering over me, my breath coming in short gasps.
Shin smirked. Then he attacked.
His lips crashed against mine, rough and desperate, stealing the air from my lungs. His hands were everywhere—gripping my waist, sliding under my shirt, exploring me with no hesitation.
Is my Shin possessed or what? This is so unlike him?
I groaned as his lips trailed down, sucking and biting at my neck, his tongue tracing heated patterns against my skin. His hands tugged my shirt up, fingers splaying over my stomach, his touch igniting every nerve in my body.
"S-Shin…" I gasped, my head tilting back against the pillow as his mouth found my collarbone.
His hands moved with purpose, trailing lower, teasing, exploring.
His lips latched onto my chest, sucking, nipping—
I sucked in a sharp breath as his tongue flicked against my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
A surprised whimper escaped me, and Shin chuckled against my skin.
I shivered. That damn chuckle.
*What happened to my cute Shin? Who is this Demon?*
"What's on your mind, Shin?" I rasped, gripping his shoulders, trying to steady myself as he continued his slow torture.
Shin lifted his head, eyes dark and filled with something dangerous—something playful.
"What you see is what's on my mind,Babe ! " he murmured, smirking.
Then, without warning he kissed me senseless.
His lips crushed against mine, rough and demanding, stealing the air from my lungs.
I moaned into his mouth, my body arching instinctively.
His lips moved to my neck, sucking, biting.
A sharp gasp escaped me as he nipped at my collarbone, soothing the bite with his tongue.
He kissed me hard. Possessive. Unrelenting. A kiss that stole everything from me.
Before I could catch my breath, Shin was already tugging his own shirt off, tossing it aside.
Then, he kissed me again.
This time—he didn't hold back.
My shirt was gone before I even realized it.
And then—I heard it.
The distinct sound of a drawer opening.
My eyes widened as Shin pulled out a bottle of lube and a small packet of condoms from his nightstand.
My throat went dry.
I gulped. Hard.
Shin… was prepared.
I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, Shin's fingers traced over my chest, grazing my already-sensitive nipple.
"Sh-Shin—"
His mouth latched onto my chest, his tongue flicking against my nipple.
A choked sound tore from my throat, my hands fisting the sheets.
Shin hummed against my skin. "Sensitive, aren't you?"
I shivered, my face burning. His hands traced the waistband of my pants, his fingers teasing.
I was panting, trembling, drowning.
"Shin?" I managed to whisper, my voice wrecked.
He smirked. "Let's go for the real deal, Saint."
His voice was smooth, teasing, but there was a promise laced in it—a promise that sent a shiver straight down my spine.
"You're my tsunami, right? Why are you backing off now? Huh? Scared?"
I gasped as he pinched my nipple, a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting through me.
"N-no, Shin…" I swallowed thickly. "I—I searched about it… But I… I don't want to hurt you. And I think.. We.. um... "
His expression flickered with something unreadable before a wicked smirk stretched across his lips.
"Who said you are topping me, Babe?"
My brain is short-circuited.
I stared at him, shocked beyond words.
Shin just chuckled, leaning down to kiss me again—this time, slow, deep, teasingly sensual.
Shin pulled out to just chuckle darkly, pressing his lips against my ear whispering,
"Let me show you how it's done."
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To Be Continued.....