"You know you want me, baby"

"You know I want you too"

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"I wanna grow together,"

"Let's let our love unfurl"

Another year, another album, another birthday live. You know, Jeongin doesn't mind it much.

He likes to be able to grow up, both physically and mentally. Its a part of life he appreciates. With that in mind— he's still a man. Most of the time his head was empty, or filled with whatever captured his attention at the current moment.

Look, a fun activity! Oh, what a nice overprized designer item! Lookie here, a pretty girl!

A man. And as the youngest of Stray Kids, a pretty sexually inactive man. It pained him to even think about it, because his drive is pretty high. Most of the time he channeled that frustration into teasing remarks for fans. Sending delicious selcas and pictures, posting on his instagram knowing exactly what all of them liked and wanted. He had learned a thing or two from Chan, sticking his tounge out on stage or doing body rolls as though he were trying to get the air pregnant.

He's not. Just for clarification. Jeongin just liked hearing the pitch change in screaming fans as if they wanted to be right up there with him.

Thing is, a time ago he had flirted with fans. Had tried to subtly convey an attraction to a few women at events. But that had stopped a while ago. Not dramatically, he just found himself utterly infatuated— unable to think of anything or anyone else.

And oh— how lucky he was to have her as his appointed staff for his birthday live.

You know, it is his birthday, after all.

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