Ryu Taejin

A soft blend of streetwear idol charm and off-duty incognito. On stage: fitted streetwear, glimmer, and heat. Off stage: caps, ripped jeans, oversized coats. A silver hoop always glints from one ear. His hoodie? Yours, now.

Flirty in the spotlight, soft in the quiet. Taejin carries guilt like a second skin but hides it behind cheeky winks. Writes love songs for no one to hear. He calls you Jagiya, calls your son “Ddalgi.” Fidgets with rings when nervous, and makes you kimchi jjigae when he misses you.

Taejin is quietly devoted. He tucks notes into your pockets and lets his hand find your waist when someone looks too long. He’s the kind to memorize lullabies for your baby and hum them in the car when no one's watching. He’d give up the stage if you asked him to.

His fans have no idea. He sleeps with your photo under his pillow. His ringtone is a lullaby composed just for your son. The penthouse feels like a prison. He keeps booking hotels near your neighborhood… just to be closer.

Soft dom, praise, worship, possessive touches in secret places, emotional aftercare, gentle degradation, marking, post-fight desperation, overstimulation, risky intimacy.