EX BOYFRIEND

CHARACTERS:-

Kim Seokjin

Age:- 29 yrs old

Status: Regretful Ex

Walked away too fast, realized too late. Still in love. Still burning.

Min YN

Age:- 25 yrs old

Status: Heartbroken

Tried to move on, but memories don't fade that easily - especially when love never really left.

AUTHOR'S POV

The music throbbed through the dimly lit club like a second heartbeat, loud enough to drown thoughts but not loud enough to drown emotions. Neon lights flickered across faces - drunk, happy, wild. But all Kim Seokjin saw was YN.

YN, in that maroon backless dress, laughing like the world hadn't fallen apart just a month ago.

A month.

A month since that stupid fight - about something as small as YN forgetting to text back, and Seokjin overreacting. Words were thrown, louder than they meant, colder than they felt. And just like that, three years were torn apart like paper. A childish fight that ended a grown-up love.

Seokjin hadn't slept properly since.

And now, watching YN sway to the music, YN's arms lazily draped around Mingyuk's shoulders, hips moving against his in sync, Seokjin felt something snap inside.

Mingyuk - the college friend who always had a thing for YN. He knew it. Everyone knew it.

And now that bastard's hand was slowly sliding down YN's waist. Touching YN like he had a right. Like those three years meant nothing.

Seokjin stood up, jaw clenched, heart pounding violently.

Before his mind could catch up, his body had already moved. Pushing past sweaty bodies, dodging drinks and strobe lights, Seokjin reached them in seconds.

"Get your hands off YN," Seokjin growled, grabbing YN's wrist and yanking YN away from the dance floor.

"Yah, Jin! What are you-" YN barely got the words out before Seokjin dragged YN through the crowd, past the bar, and into the back hallway where the music softened into a muffled bass.

Seokjin didn't stop until he shoved open the nearest private room and pushed YN inside.

The door slammed shut.

"Have you lost your damn mind?" YN yelled, face flushed - partly from dancing, partly from rage. "You can't just-"

But Seokjin didn't listen.

Seokjin didn't want to listen.

The second YN turned around to face him fully, Seokjin stepped forward and grabbed YN by the waist with both hands. And before YN could blink, Seokjin crashed his mouth onto YN's.

A kiss born from fire and fury.

Seokjin kissed YN like he had forgotten how to breathe without YN. Lips moving hungrily, angrily, desperately - like he was trying to wipe Mingyuk's touch off YN's skin. Like he was reminding YN, and maybe even himself, who YN really belonged to.

YN froze for a second. But just a second.

Because the truth was, even in that anger... YN missed this.

Missed the way Seokjin's hands knew exactly where to hold, the way his lips knew every rhythm, every soft spot, every breath.

Seokjin's fingers tangled in YN's hair as he deepened the kiss, biting down on YN's lower lip hard enough to make YN gasp.

"You think I can watch you with someone else?" Seokjin growled, voice low and raw, pulling back just enough to speak but not enough to break the heat. "You think I forgot how to feel you? You think I ever stopped craving you, YN?"

YN's breath hitched. "It was just a dance."

Seokjin scoffed, pushing YN against the wall, lips brushing against YN's ear now. "Don't play dumb. You knew exactly what you were doing, dancing like that. With him."

YN looked up, eyes stormy. "And you think you own me?"

"I did," Seokjin snapped, pressing his forehead to YN's. "Maybe I still do."

The silence between them buzzed with electricity.

And then - once more - their mouths found each other again, this time slower, deeper. Less anger, more ache. A kiss that said everything they never got to.

Because no matter how much time passed...

They still burned for each other.

---

The silence in the room was louder than the club outside.

YN stood there, breath uneven, lips swollen from that kiss - the kind of kiss that breaks something open inside.

But Seokjin... Seokjin wasn't done.

Not even close.

With his chest heaving and eyes wild, Seokjin stepped back from YN, just enough to see YN's face fully. And then - without another word - Seokjin dropped to his knees.

Right there, on the floor.

His voice shook. "I'm sorry, YN."

YN blinked, stunned. "What...?"

"I was stupid," Seokjin said, gripping YN's hands tightly. "I let my ego win. I let one tiny argument destroy us. I said things I didn't mean. I walked away when I should've held you closer."

"Seokjin..." YN whispered, but YN's voice trembled.

"I thought giving space would fix things. But all it did was make me realize how unbearable it is to live without you." Seokjin looked up, eyes glassy but fierce. "I still love you, YN. I never stopped. I still want you. Every single part of you."

Tears welled in YN's eyes as YN stared at the man YN loved for three years - the man who used to make late-night ramen just because YN had cravings, who used to hum while drying YN's hair, who kissed YN like YN was home.

And yet, this was the same man who walked away over a stupid misunderstanding.

"Why did you take so long?" YN whispered through clenched teeth, voice cracking. "Why didn't you come back sooner?"

"I was scared I ruined everything-"

Before Seokjin could finish, YN began hitting his chest.

Soft, angry thuds.

Again. And again.

"For taking so damn long!"

Thud.

"For not calling me even once!"

Thud.

"For letting go without a fight!"

Thud. Thud. Thud.

"And for... for breaking up with me over something so small," YN said, finally breaking down, fists curling against his chest.

Seokjin caught YN's hands mid-swing and pressed his lips to them. "I'm here now. I know I don't deserve you, but I swear I'll earn you back every day. Just... don't push me away."

YN didn't say anything.

Instead, YN dropped to the floor with him, face just inches from his.

And then - just like before - their lips met again.

But this time, it wasn't angry.

It was desperate. Needy. Full of longing that had been caged for too long.

YN climbed into Seokjin's lap, wrapping arms around his neck, hands clutching his shirt. Seokjin groaned softly into the kiss, fingers digging into YN's waist as if afraid YN would disappear again.

"I missed this," YN whispered against his lips. "I missed you."

"I'm yours," Seokjin murmured, pressing kisses down YN's jaw. "Always was. Always will be."

Their mouths moved in sync, hungry and slow, as Seokjin gently laid YN back against the soft velvet couch in the room. His hands never stopped - trailing over YN's sides, brushing hair away from YN's face, exploring like he was learning YN all over again.

And YN let him.

Because this wasn't just about lust.

This was two hearts finding their way back.

---

laughs softly against your neck, his hands moving to steady your waist "Are you trying to drive me crazy?" he murmurs against your skin "I've missed you so fucking much..." his lips trail light kisses along your jawline as you continue teasing his shirt

his hands move to your hips, pulling you closer as he stands up, lifting you onto the bed "Then let me show you how much I missed you..." he starts unbuttoning his shirt slowly, his eyes locked with yours as he reveals his chest

"Jin","Mhm?" His abs tighten as you watch, your eyes dropping lower. He throws his shirt on the floor, his voice lower "God, you're making it hard to control myself." His voice drops as you spread your legs slightly without realizing it while watching him undress "Baby?"

"Look at me." You tear your gaze from his body and meet his eyes, seeing the intense heat and desire there. "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll fuck you right here on the bed without taking off your clothes." He climbs onto the bed, settling between your legs.

His fingers carefully unbutton your shirt, slowly revealing your skin. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss between your breasts, his hands sliding the shirt off your shoulders. "You're so beautiful..." He unhooks your bra, tossing it aside.

"I missed you jin","I missed you too, so much." He whispers against your skin, trailing kisses down your chest and stomach. His hands caress your body reverently, like he's worshiping you. He unzips your dress slowly pulling them down your legs. "I've dreamed of this every night."

He kisses his way back up your body, his hands cupping your breasts gently. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking softly while his fingers roll the other between them. "I love you..." He murmurs against your skin before moving to the other breast.

"Ahhh.....jin","Shh, I'm going to make love to you slowly tonight." He whispers, kissing down your stomach again. "I'm going to worship every inch of your body like I should have been doing every day we were apart." He spreads your legs wider, his hot breath ghosting over your center.

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with lust and love as he gently kisses the inside of your thighs. "I'm going to take my time with you." He moves lower, pressing soft kisses against your most sensitive spot through your underwear. "I want to taste every part of you."

He hooks his fingers into your underwear, slowly pulling them down your legs and then throwing them aside. His thumbs spread you open as he leans in close "You're already so wet for me, baby." His hot breath ghosts over your center before he finally presses a slow, soft kiss right there

He smiles against you, feeling your reaction. "Mmmm..." He gently laps at you with his tongue, slowly and deliberately. "I love how you taste." He takes his time exploring you with his tongue, circling your clit softly before dipping lower to taste your wetness.

His hands grip your thighs tightly as he laps at you faster, his tongue flicking over your clit in quick motions. "Spread wider for me." He commands softly, his fingers parting you open more so he can devour you completely. "I've missed eating my favorite meal."

"Ahhhhhh...seokjin ",Hearing you moan his name sends a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. He doubles his efforts, sucking gently on your clit while sliding two fingers inside you. "That's it baby... come on my tongue." He curls his fingers just right, hitting that spot that drives you wild.

"Fuck, you're so responsive..." He groans against you as he feels you tightening around his fingers. He keeps licking and sucking relentlessly until he feels you shaking and convulsing around him, crying out his name as you come on his face. "That's my girl..."

He slowly licks up your release, swallowing it down like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. He spreads your legs wider, pushing them back towards your chest. He looks up at your body spread out for him - breasts heaving, stomach tight, thighs shaking. He's harder than ever.

Without warning, he stands up and lifts you into his arms, carrying you to the bed. He lays you down gently before climbing on top of you. He kisses you deeply, pouring all his pent-up desire into the kiss as he rubs himself against you through his pants. "I need inside you now..."

"Who's stopping you?",He grins at your eager response, quickly unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down. His hard cock Springs free, throbbing against your stomach. "Condom?" He whispers against your lips "Or do you want to feel me bare?"

"I want to feel you","Fuck..." He groans at your words, grabbing his throbbing length and pressing it against your soaking wet entrance. "I'm gonna fuck you bare, baby. I'm gonna fill you up with my hot cum and you're gonna sleep with my dick inside you..."

"And when I wake up in the morning, I'm gonna fuck you again until my cum starts leaking out of you..." With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside you completely, groaning loudly as he feels your warm, tight pussy wrap around him with no barrier. "Fuck, baby..."

He starts pounding into you brutally, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He's never felt anything so good in his life. Your nails dig into his back as you moan loudly, taking his entire length without any protection. "You like that?" He growls,"My bare cock inside you?"

"Ahhhhhh.....yes","Mmm, fuck... You're so fucking tight and warm around me." He reaches between you two to rub circles on your clit as he continues to snap his hips forward, hitting that spot deep inside that makes you scream. "Spread wider... take it deeper."

You spread your legs wider, allowing him to go even deeper. He leans forward, his hands gripping your thick legs and pushing them back towards your chest. He's hitting that spot over and over again, his balls heavy with cum. Suddenly, he stops and pulls out. "Turn over."

"Turn over baby... I want to see this round ass bouncing while I fuck you from behind." He smacks your ass firmly once, leaving a red handprint. "Hands on the headboard." He positions himself behind you, pressing his thickness against your soaking entrance again.

He grips your hips tightly and slams into you from behind, his entire length disappearing inside your tight heat. He starts pounding into you aggressively, watching his cock slide in and out of you with no barrier. He reaches around to grab your breasts, squeezing them roughly as he fucks you.

"That's it... take my big cock deep in your pussy..." He starts pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, making you jump forward with each thrust. He releases your breasts to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him as he fucks you harder and faster.

*He leans down to bite your shoulder gently, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm. "You feel so fucking good, baby. My cock loves being inside you bare." He grunts, his thrusts becoming more urgent and deeper. "I'm gonna cum soon..."

"Mmmmmmph.....me too jin","Fuck, I can feel you getting closer too..." He reaches between your legs to rub your clit furiously as he continues to pound into you from behind. "Come on my cock, baby... Let me feel your pussy squeeze me as I fill you up with my hot cum!" He growls

Your pussy tightens around him like a vice as you moan loudly, throwing your head back. He loses control watching your body shake and hearing your moans. "Goddamn..." He mutters, his hips stuttering as he releases hot streams of cum deep inside you, "Baby..."

---

The club's hallway felt colder after the heat that had just ignited inside that room. The door creaked open slowly, and YN stepped out first - flushed cheeks, hair a little messy, and legs not fully steady.

Seokjin followed close behind, adjusting his shirt, his eyes never leaving YN for a second. There was something raw and real in the way YN walked - with a subtle limp and a faint, satisfied glow that said everything without a single word.

But the second they re-entered the flashing lights of the club, a familiar voice cut through the air.

"Well damn," Mingyuk smirked, leaning lazily against the bar with a drink in hand. His eyes fell straight to YN, catching the way YN shifted slightly with each step. "Bro... you were fast."

YN froze mid-step, heat rushing to YN's cheeks.

Seokjin narrowed his eyes. "Shut up, Mingyuk."

Mingyuk raised both hands in defense, chuckling. "Relax, hyung. You don't have to be jealous of me anymore. I'm already married - happily, by the way."

YN let out a breathy laugh, shaking YN's head in disbelief.

"And that thing about me having a crush on YN?" Mingyuk added, sipping his drink casually. "That was college shit. I'm over it. She's all yours now. Always kinda was, honestly."

Seokjin glanced at YN, eyes softening.

"Don't mess it up again," Mingyuk said, winking before turning back toward the crowd.

Outside, the cool night air wrapped around them as they stepped into the parking lot. Seokjin opened the car door for YN, stealing little glances as YN winced slightly while sitting down.

Once inside, the silence was warm - not awkward, but peaceful. Familiar.

As Seokjin started driving, the streetlights flickered across YN's face. The hum of the engine was the only sound for a moment - until YN finally broke it.

"You know..." YN said softly, eyes on the road ahead, "it was Mingyuk's idea. Coming to the club."

Seokjin blinked, turning slightly toward YN. "What?"

"He told me you usually came here around this time," YN continued, voice low. "Said if you saw me dancing with someone - especially him - you wouldn't be able to stay calm."

"So it was a setup?"

YN nodded slowly. "He told me right when you walked in. That's why we started dancing like that. It was all part of the plan."

Seokjin let out a breath - a mix of amusement and disbelief.

"That damn idiot..." Seokjin muttered. "Did something actually useful for once."

YN turned to look at him, smiling softly. "So you're not mad?"

Seokjin looked back at YN, eyes glinting under the streetlight. "Mad? Nah."

He reached over, brushing his thumb against YN's hand.

"I got you back, didn't I?"

YN smiled wider, letting fingers intertwine with his.

They both chuckled, a soft laughter that melted the distance of the past month - and maybe even healed something older, something deeper.

The road ahead was quiet.

---

The car came to a gentle stop in front of YN's apartment building. The moonlight bathed the street in silver, and for a moment, both just sat there - the kind of silence that didn't ask to be filled.

"Want to come up?" YN asked, voice soft, hopeful.

Seokjin glanced at YN, nodding slowly. "Yeah. If you'll have me."

The elevator ride was quiet - Seokjin's hand wrapped around YN's, thumb brushing soothing circles. When they reached the apartment, YN unlocked the door and pushed it open gently.

The second Seokjin stepped inside... he froze.

Time stopped.

Everywhere he looked - everywhere - there were pictures.

On the fridge. On the hallway walls. The side table. The corner shelf.

Photos from beach trips, late-night ramen dates, blanket forts during movie marathons. YN and Seokjin laughing in every single one. Eyes shining. Arms wrapped around each other. Love glowing so clearly it hurt to look at.

But it wasn't just the photos.

It was the notes.

Hundreds of little sticky notes, all across the living room wall - pale yellow, soft pink, light blue - written in YN's handwriting.

> "I miss your dumb jokes."

"You're still my favorite person."

"It still smells like you in here."

"I'm trying to be strong, but I miss your voice."

"Come back, please."

"I love you, Seokjin. Every day. Still."

"I'm sorry too."

"You're my home."

Seokjin's chest rose and fell sharply.

And when he turned around, YN was just standing there - fingers fidgeting, lip caught between teeth, unsure whether to speak or stay quiet.

"I couldn't... remove anything," YN whispered. "It was easier to talk to the walls than to silence the memories."

Seokjin didn't say a word.

He just walked over, gripped YN by the wrist, and pulled YN into a tight, aching embrace. So tight it felt like he was afraid YN might vanish.

And then YN felt it.

Wetness against YN's shoulder.

Seokjin was crying.

For the first time in a month, YN saw Kim Seokjin - the man who always smiled, always teased, always looked strong - break down in YN's arms.

"I was so stupid," Seokjin whispered, voice cracking. "So damn stupid. I thought I could let go... but I can't. I don't want to. Not when you were always waiting. Not when you... still love me like this."

YN cupped his face gently, brushing away his tears with trembling thumbs.

"No more crying," YN murmured, planting soft kisses on his forehead, then his cheeks, then his nose. "I got you. You're back. That's all I ever wanted."

Seokjin leaned into every kiss like it was a lifeline, arms still wrapped around YN, refusing to let go.

"I don't deserve you," he whispered again.

YN kissed the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly. "Too bad. You're mine anyway."

They stood there for a long time - just holding each other.

Two hearts, stitched back together with whispered apologies and fragile forgiveness.

And all around them, the walls whispered back...

"I love you, Seokjin."

"I miss you."

"Welcome home."

---

The warmth of the apartment wrapped around both of them like a blanket - soft lights, gentle air, and the lingering scent of old memories now slowly being rewritten.

Seokjin sat quietly on the kitchen stool, arms resting on the table, chin propped on his palm. His eyes never left YN - watching every little movement as YN moved around the kitchen.

"Are you really... making tteokbokki?" Seokjin asked, voice full of surprise and something softer - something close to awe.

YN glanced over the shoulder and smiled, "Your favorite. Extra rice cakes, just how you like it."

Seokjin chuckled, "You remembered?"

YN looked down at the pot, stirring gently. "I didn't forget anything."

The pan hissed as the sauce thickened - that perfect blend of gochujang spice, garlic, and a touch of sugar the way Taehyung once made it for him during trainee days. Beside it, kimchi was set on a small plate, and steaming white rice waited to be served.

A few minutes later, YN walked over with the plate, setting it down in front of Seokjin.

But when Seokjin picked up the spoon, YN took it gently from his hand.

"Let me," YN said softly.

Seokjin blinked. "What?"

"I want to feed you."

YN dipped the spoon into the rice and placed a piece of tteokbokki with it. Blowing gently, YN brought it up to Seokjin's lips.

Without a word, Seokjin leaned in and took the bite.

His eyes fluttered shut.

"Oh god... this is so good," he groaned, chewing slowly. "Exactly how I like it."

YN smiled, scooping a bit of kimchi and rice next. "You better eat well. You lost weight. I noticed the second I saw you tonight."

Seokjin opened his mouth for another bite, chewing obediently, eyes never leaving YN's face. "You always took care of me better than I ever took care of myself."

YN fed him piece after piece - one with sauce smeared slightly on his lips that YN wiped gently with fingers. Seokjin laughed quietly, catching YN's hand and pressing a kiss to the knuckles.

"You're going to make me fall in love with you all over again," he whispered.

"You already did," YN replied softly, feeding him the last bite.

-

Later, in the bedroom, the world felt calm. YN changed into an old oversized shirt and soft shorts, and Seokjin was wearing YN's spare hoodie - the one YN used to wear during movie nights together.

The bed wasn't just a bed tonight.

It was safety. Forgiveness. A place to breathe again.

Seokjin laid back, pulling YN close against his chest. Arms wrapped tightly around YN's waist, legs tangled under the blanket. YN rested a hand over his heart, feeling its steady rhythm.

"I missed this more than anything," Seokjin murmured into YN's hair.

"Me too," YN whispered back.

Soft kisses were pressed into YN's forehead, then cheeks, then temple. YN nuzzled closer, wrapping arms around his torso like a pillow that was finally returned.

---

You're lying in bed together after a peaceful dinner and some cuddling. Seokjin suddenly breaks the silence with a soft whisper against your ear, "Can I... put it inside while we sleep?" His hand gently squeezes your hip, "Just sleep with my cock inside you..."

He shifts slightly, positioning himself between your legs. You feel his hard length press against your entrance before he slowly slides into you, filling you up completely. He lets out a soft groan as he settles in, his cock fully sheathed inside your warmth. "Fuck... that's better."

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