It wasn't just a one time thing.

No, it never really was when it came to Jongin.

You got to know him as a friend of a friend's, typical, really. It was a particular October night when you were exiting the diner with your friend, Eunji and he was just walking towards you. Your eyes were automatically drawn to him, because of the way he walked, the Autumn breeze making the straps of his leather jacket dance in the air. His hair was blonde, then, and it looked as if someone had meticulously arranged every single strand of hair until it was picture perfect. And he looked up, too, as the distance between you grew shorter. Kohl lined, almond-shaped eyes shone with a dark gleam under the lamp post and neon lights, and you immediately felt the hairs at your arm rise. He was the portrayal of a 90's street gang bad boy.

Also, that jawline? Somebody help that boy.

The eye-contact was as brief as it could have been, because then your friend spoke up upon recognizing him. She stopped walking, pulling you into a halt as well as she greeted him. He'd stopped too, and directed his attention to your friend.

Eunji introduced you to him. Then before she could tell you his name, he stepped forward, dark eyes falling on you once again.

“Hi, I'm Jongin.”

His lips curled as you shook his hand, and it was enough to make you think that the boy's hands must have been crafted to break girls' hearts.

You managed to see him a few times after that, random bump ins on the street once in a while. He recognized you, and you him, exchanged a brief greeting and a smile. Sometimes even a short conversation, too.

After the first few encounters, you didn't expect to see the boy in black again. You convinced yourself that it was just one of those, and shook it off because there was nothing that you could do.

However, on Christmas Eve, you saw him again, only this time his hair was a dark, rich brown. Luhan's parents had returned to China for a business trip, leaving him alone with an empty and spacious house (some would call it a mansion, but the doe-eyed boy preferred to stay humble on his part). With him was a freakishly tall guy with elfish looking ears, another guy with jet black hair, a guy wearing a rolling stones shirt underneath his jacket and a shorter boy with full lips and bright, round eyes. Of course, all five of them wore black and were clad in leather one way or another. You were at the veranda with half a up of beer in your hand when you saw him come in.

Just as you had remembered, he carried himself with the same elegance and mystery. And you couldn't find it in yourself to look away until he met up with a guy named Suho and disappeared out of your sight and into the living room.

Then later that night, most of the guests have gathered in the living room. You were there as well, leaning against the armrest of the couch and chatting away with Sehun while the center of the room has turned into a dance floor. Sehun used to work at the music store you worked at, until he landed an internship with one of the art galleries as an assistant. You saw Jongin from across the room along with his friends, they seemed to be laughing about something. You also couldn't help but notice the girls around them, too, and given their looks and charming smiles it didn't really require a genius to figure it out. Your eyes landed on a girl's hand that was placed on his bicep and you looked away, just in time for Sehun to notice your empty cup.

“Hold on, I'll get you more.”

He excused himself and you were left alone for a brief moment before a guy that looked like he's had too much to drink stumbled onto the couch beside you. You widen your eyes in alarm at first, and then looked away because you didn't know him. He started mumbling something incoherent, and when you felt him pull at your elbow weakly, you realized that he was talking – or slurring – to you. He wasn't old, probably no more than three...four years older than you, he didn't look threatening – not with the goofy grin on his lips and half glazed eyes – but still, his hand lingering on your elbow sent uncomfortable goosebumps to crawl at your skin.

So you slowly, but politely removed your arm from his hand.

He didn't seem fazed by that, though, instead he moved even closer. “Hey, pretty girl. Why aren't you dancing over there?”

You didn't know how to react, really. But when you didn't, he inched towards you to brush your hair away from your shoulder and your brows furrowed.

“Uhm.” You uttered, standing up from where you were. He made a move to reach for you again and you cringed away, whipping around just to slam yourself into someone's chest.

If it wasn't for the warm hand holding your shoulders, you would've lost your balance and slammed into something else. The floor, perhaps. You looked up into a familiar pair of dark eyes.

“You okay?” Jongin asked, peering down to gauge your expression.

You blinked, once, twice before nodding. “Yeah. I'm fine.”

“That your little boyfriend, Pretty?”

Jongin's eyes flickered over to the man on the couch behind you, and his lips twitched into a frown. His hand slid down to find yours and you felt yourself being pulled to his side. You looked up to see that Jongin's expression has changed, he was glaring down at the man with a fierce glint in his eyes. He almost looked...dangerous and if it wasn't from the warmth of his hands distracting you, you would have been afraid. The guy squinted his eyes to get a clear sight of who the man was, and you saw him swallow hard when he did. He must have recognized or known Jongin from somewhere, you figured. What got you curious was why he had suddenly stopped talking entirely, he wouldn't even look at you again, but you didn't have much time to dwell on it because you were being pulled away from the scene.

You found yourself in the middle of the crowd of swaying bodies, with Jongin's hand still holding onto yours. You took a moment to marvel at the warmth that his hand offered, before lifting your head to him. The dark look was gone from his face and he was back to how he normally looked. You tried to tell yourself that the brief flash of danger that crossed his expression a while ago was your imagination, and shrugged it off.

And you couldn't really have been able to hold onto that thought for long, because there he was, staring down at you with his face just inches from yours.

“Did you know him?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.

His face blanked, then his expression softened and he smiled. “No, you just seemed awfully uncomfortable so I had to step in.”

“You were there to help me?”

“Well, yes. I don't like to see damsels in distress and not do something about it.” His smile grew wider, and you thought for a moment, damn that boy's cute. “Plus, I wanted to see you.”

You decided to ignore the last sentence he said, and shot him a look. “I am no damsel.”

“Oh really?” Jongin looked amused for a split second, his eyes sparkled with something and he cocked his head to the side very much in the same way that you had before. “If you're not a damsel, then are you a dancer?”

Before you could react, he was already spinning you around and you were simultaneously giggling while trying to keep a stable footing. “I don't dance!”

“Oh common.” You stopped spinning and you were facing him, he kept you close by circling his arms around you. You instinctively placed both of your palms on his chest, at the back of your mind you noted how his heart was beating just a little quicker than normal. Or – you thought – maybe it was just you. When he was sure that you had a steady footing, he took your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours slowly, keeping an eye contact with you and just the right about of smirk in his smile. “It's fun.”

Turned out, Jongin was not only blessed with good looks but the boy was a dancer, too. Despite you feeling entirely out of your element and like a fish out of water, Jongin managed to guide you around him and by the end of the night, you were having so much fun and grinning from ear to ear that you didn't realize that it'd hit twelve.

“Merry Christmas!” You recognized the owner of the voice as Luhan as he yelled from somewhere, but you were too busy staring into a certain pair of eyes to find out where.

Jongin offered to walk you home afterward, and when he told you that he lived a few streets down from yours, you stopped protesting and thanked him.

You exchanged numbers.

Truthfully, Jongin was a surprisingly pleasant person to hold a conversation with. He told you that he'd been learning how to dance from a very young age when you mentioned his dancing skills, and you tried not to think too much about how his cheeks were dusted a faint shade of pink when you did so.

“This is me.” You said when you've reached the porch of your house, and you were going to unlock the door when you suddenly turned around. “Hey, a curious question.”

He was leaning against the column and looking unnaturally handsome under your dim porch light. He lifted his hands to gesture. “Ask away.”

“Are you in a gang?” You asked, and honestly, you found the question a little silly.

What would he possibly answer you? Yes?

His lips quirked into a small grin. “What do you think?”

You put your keys away and stood by the opposite column, crossing your arms over your chest. “I don't know, the leather jackets and your friends are a little suspicious.”

“Oh really?” He laughed softly. “Well let's say that I am, then. Would you consider seeing me again?”

"Seeing you?"

"Yeah, going out with me."

You looked at him. “Like on a date?”

He nodded. “On a date.”

Well what do you say to that, exactly?

“Are you dangerous?”

There was a little pause before his answer. “It depends.”

You pressed. “On?”

“I'm only as dangerous as you make me out to be.” He stated simply, shoving his hands into the pockets of his black denims.

“That's very convincing.” You rolled your eyes, the corners of your lips tugging upwards a bit.

A harsh rustling of leaves caught your attention, and you turned your head to look at your neighbor's backyard to find nothing there. Actually, the street was awfully quiet tonight given the fact that it was Christmas and everyone should be celebrating or doing something. You pondered on that for a bit, and then shook it off as nothing. Jongin caught your eyes as you turned away from the backyard, his eyes flickered around your surroundings before landing back on yours. “You should get inside, it's late.” He said.

“Okay.” You mumbled, standing upright to face him. “Thank you for walking me home, Jongin.”

He pushed himself off the pillar and took a few steps until he stood a few feet away from you. He kept one of his hands in his pockets and placed the other at the side of your head as he leaned in. It was only a soft press of his lips on the top of your head as he said softly. “Merry Christmas.”

“You too.” You fought hard to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks and turned away from him immediately, making your way to your front door.

You heard him laugh softly, after you fumbled with your keys – a little clumsy now, are we? - and quickly got inside once you managed to unlock your door. You closed the door, but looked up through the small crack to see his retreating figure before closing it and breathing out a a guff of air that you didn't even know you were holding.

Before you went to bed that night, having finished replying to all the Christmas messages you've received, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. You quickly reached for it and slid across the screen.

It was a text from Jongin, it read:

< I'd really like to see you again, and not by chance this time. Good night.

You found yourself smiling at the screen, and there was just a little fluttering inside your chest. You quickly typed in a reply and sent it.

> Good night, Jongin.

A/N: Annnnnd here you go :D I know, I couldn't resist writing this :D There will be a part 2 to this (or 3, who knows?) so please subscribe if you haven't and look forward to more leather jacket romance with none other than the Kim Jongin himself.

Also, I switched the pov from 3rd person which is the style I usually write just for fun. I'll definitely consider writing more in this pov in the future, please don't hesitate to tell me your thoughts in the comments :D

-Spitfire