_ダニカ キレイ𖤐.ᐟ

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for a long time, you had thought you were just waiting for the right kind of soft.

you had tried, too. you had allowed yourself to be taken out to quiet dinners, had sat under warm porch lights, listening to men talk about their lives with gentle, earnest eyes. you had let them hold your hand across small wooden tables, feeling the steady warmth of their palms, and you had waited. you had waited for that sudden shift in the air, that secret hum in the gut that people spent their whole lives writing songs about.

but every time someone leaned in, every time warm lips pressed against yours in the cool night air, it had felt like nothing at all. dry skin against dry skin. a strange, mechanical stillness. it was like watching a match strike through a thick sheet of glass. you could see the heat, could acknowledge the flame, but not a single spark ever managed to reach your skin.

the panic had been quiet at first, a slow burning ache in the back of your throat, before it turned into something suffocating. it wasn't that you were picky. it wasn't that you were holding out for some cinematic ideal. it was the lonely realization that the mechanism inside you was simply broken. your chest was an empty room, dark and quiet, while everyone else seemed to be burning alive.

eventually, you had stopped trying to force a pulse out of stone. you had accepted the dull safety of your own mind.

working at the dive bar had made it easier to forget. the place was always loud enough to drown out the quiet inside your head — sticky floors, the sharp tang of spilt rye, and the dense humidity of too many bodies packed into a low-ceilinged room. you moved through the crowds with a tray tucked under your arm, brushing off clumsy jokes and easy smiles with a polite curve of your lips that never quite reached your eyes. you watched people fall apart over each other every weekend, tangling their fingers together in the dark corners, and you felt like a ghost observing a world you weren't allowed to touch.

watching them was a quiet kind of grief. there was something raw and messy — and violently alive — about the way strangers reached for each other under those flickering neon lights. a bruised knee knocking against another beneath a booth, teeth catching on a lower lip, two people leaning into each other’s space like the air everywhere else was unbreathable. they looked desperate. they looked reckless and stupid and completely undone.

and every time you wove through the narrow aisles with a tray of empty pint glasses, you felt the cold weight of your own detachment settle deeper into your marrow.

you wanted to hate them for it. you wanted to pretend you were above the embarrassing, chaotic urge to give yourself away to someone else. but you weren't above it. you were just locked out.

you had been entirely immune to it all, safe behind the glass, until thursdays started feeling different.

it hadn't happened all at once. it began with the heavy thud of sound equipment being dragged through the alley door, the sudden smell of rain and cheap tobacco cutting through the stale beer. you hadn't even looked at the stage the first night his band played. you had just been standing by the service well, wiping down a greasy counter, when a low, dirty frequency had bled out of the speakers. it was a vibration so deep it didn't just rattle the floorboards under your sneakers, it had settled directly into the hollow space behind your ribs, making your breath hitch in the dark.

you had looked up then. through the shifting haze of blue stage lights and the dull fog of the bar, your eyes caught on the guitarist.

he wasn't trying to pull the room's attention. he didn't have that loud need to be perceived that ruined most musicians who played there. he was just leaning over his instrument like it was the only thing in the room keeping him anchored, dark hair falling across his forehead, casting shadows over sharp features. he wasn't putting on a show. he just played.

when the song ended, he didn't bask in the scattered applause. he just turned his head, exchanged a low, private word with the drummer, and offered a fleeting curve of his mouth that vanished as quickly as it appeared.

and there, standing by the soda gun with a damp rag clutched in your fist, you felt it.

a crack.

it wasn't an explosion. it wasn't a roaring fire. it was just a tiny fracture in the thick glass that had kept you numb for years. a sudden rush of heat that bloomed at the base of your throat and travelled all the way down to your fingertips. you had swallowed hard, your pulse suddenly loud in your own ears, completely paralyzed by the sheer shock of simply feeling something.

you didn't know his name. you didn't know anything about him. but for the rest of your shift, you couldn't stop your eyes from drifting back to the stage.

it started like that. a silent, harmless curiosity.

but as the thursdays bled into each other, the curiosity hardened into something heavier. you learned his name was jay only because you overheard the bartender shouting it over the noise to hand him his tab. you learned that he drank his whiskey neat, that he had a habit of rolling his sleeves up just below the elbow, and that he existed inside a quiet, untouchable bubble.

he had a pull to him, a natural magnetism that drew people in, but he never seemed to entertain it for long. you watched people try their luck after sets — sliding up to the edge of the stage, offering glossy smiles and lingering touches. he wasn't cold, exactly. he would offer a polite nod, maybe a brief response that you couldn't hear over the music, but he never seemed to let anyone in. he always stepped neatly out of their gravity, turning back to pack up his pedals or heading out the back door to smoke with his bandmates. he was polite, but entirely walled off. a mystery that didn't want to be solved.

and slowly, you found yourself sinking into it.

it was a quiet kind of admiration. the kind that crept up on you in the dead spaces of your shift. you found yourself tracking him in your periphery, anticipating the exact moment he would walk through the front door with his guitar case. you memorized the way his hands moved over the frets, the way his jaw set when he was concentrating, the low, raspy pitch of his voice when he occasionally leaned into the microphone for backing vocals.

you made peace with the silence of it. you didn't need to be the person who walked up to him, you were content to stay behind the bar. it didn't matter that he barely looked your way, or that to him, you were probably just a passing blur in an apron clearing empty pint glasses from his table.

it was a one-sided devotion, completely hidden in the dark. but after years of feeling nothing at all, the sweet ache of simply wanting him was a relief. you finally had a pulse, and you guarded that secret bruise with everything you had.

it became a rhythm you lived by. the rest of your week felt like empty space, a dull stretch of days you just had to wade through until thursday rolled around. you started noticing intricate things. like how the faulty neon sign in the window cast a reddish glow over his leather jacket when he stood by the door. or how he tapped his boot against the base of the mic stand before the first song. the heavy silver rings on his right hand too, dull and scratched under the stage lights.

you felt hyper-aware whenever he was in the building, walking through the room like your skin was suddenly too thin. every time you had to walk past the stage to serve the front booths, your shoulders stiffened and your breath turned shallow. you wondered if everyone could see it — this glaring spotlight of a crush burning inside your chest. but no one noticed. especially not him.

the first time he actually spoke to you, it was entirely mundane.

it happened on a night when the heating in the bar had broken. the air was stifling, thick with humidity and the smell of warm beer. he had just finished his set, leaving his guitar on the stand, and instead of heading out to the alley, he walked straight toward the narrow stretch of the service well where you were refilling the garnish trays.

you didn't hear him approach over the sudden noise of the jukebox filling the silence. you just turned around with a plastic container of sliced limes, and he was suddenly there, leaning a casual arm against the dark wood of the bar.

up close, the sheer gravity of him was suffocating. you could smell the faint trace of tobacco clinging to his clothes, mixed with something clean and sharp beneath it. your heart gave a panicked lurch, hammering against your ribs so hard you thought he might hear it.

"hey." he said. his voice was raspy from singing, carrying that same effortless cadence he used with everyone. "could i just get some water?"

you froze. the container of limes suddenly felt heavy in your hands. out of all the desperate, ridiculous scenarios you had accidentally imagined, simply handing him water hadn't been one of them.

"yeah." you managed to say, but your voice came out thin, strained.

you felt the heat rush violently to your cheeks as you spun back around, fumbling for a clean glass. your fingers were suddenly clumsy, stupid, completely betraying you. you dropped an ice cube on the rubber mat and nearly missed the glass with the soda gun.

he didn't seem to notice your quiet spiral. or if he did, he didn't care. he just waited, looking past you, his dark eyes casually scanning the row of liquor bottles on the shelf, completely untethered, completely calm. to him, this was nothing. just a pit stop.

you set the glass down in front of him, a little too abruptly, water sloshing perilously close to the rim.

"sorry." you mumbled, wiping your trembling hands hastily on your apron, wanting nothing more than for the floorboards to open up and swallow you whole.

he didn't bat an eye. he just pulled the glass toward him, offering that same polite nod he gave everyone else, treating you exactly the way he treated the sound guy, the bouncer, the rest of the world.

"thanks." he murmured.

and then he turned around and walked back to his bandmates, taking all the air in the room with him.

he hadn't lingered. he hadn't really looked at you. the interaction had lasted less than thirty seconds. but as you stood there, gripping the edge of the service well with white knuckles, your chest was heaving like you had just run a marathon.

you felt pathetic. utterly ruined by a man who was just thirsty. but those thirty seconds sustained you for a month.

you hated yourself for it. you spent the following weeks dissecting the interaction until there was nothing left but the humiliating reality that you had practically trembled in front of him, and he hadn't even perceived you as a person. you were just a function. a pair of hands that delivered his glass.

but then, it became a routine.

the next thursday, after the first set, he didn't go to the alley. he didn't go to the wider, less crowded side of the bar where the other bartender was standing idly. he walked straight through the crowd and stopped at your cramped corner of the service well.

he didn't say hey this time. he just leaned his forearms against the sticky wood, his dark eyes fixed on the dirty mirror behind the liquor shelf, and tapped his silver-ringed fingers once against the rubber bar mat.

you didn't ask what he wanted. you just reached for a clean glass, your chest tightening painfully, and poured the water.

he took it, gave that same detached nod, and walked away.

it turned into a brutal, silent arrangement. every week, he would come to your exact corner. he never asked your name. he never asked how your shift was going. to you, it felt like you were entirely invisible, just a convenient fixture in the background of his night. he would stand there, chest heaving slightly from the performance, smelling of smoke and sweat, taking up all the oxygen in your immediate radius.

sometimes he would drink it right there, turning his back to you to lean against the bar and survey the room. you would stand inches behind him, trying to remember how to breathe, wiping the same spot on the stainless steel counter over and over just to have something to do with your hands.

it was toxic, this tiny sliver of proximity. you were starving, and he was dropping crumbs without even looking down to see what was eating them.

you rationalized it, of course. it was obviously just convenience. he was a creature of habit. he came to your well because he knew you wouldn't bother him, wouldn't try to touch his arm or shout over the music like the people who hovered near the stage. he came to you because you were practically a ghost. you offered no resistance, no annoying conversation. you were just a silent dispenser of whatever he needed.

but god, you started living for those quiet, devastating minutes.

you started making sure you were anchored at the well right before his set ended, ensuring you wouldn't be called away to a table. you started wearing a little more perfume on thursdays, putting on a darker shade of lip balm, hoping that maybe, just once, his dark eyes would snag on you for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

they never did. his gaze always slid right past you, completely blank, completely untethered.

the worst part was the accidental touches. it didn't happen often — maybe three times over the course of two months. you would slide the cold glass across the wood, and his large fingers would reach out to take it, the rough pad of his thumb grazing your knuckles.

it was always an accident. it had to be. he would pull the glass away with that same maddening expression, completely unaffected, while the brief contact sent a violent shockwave straight up your arm. your skin would burn for hours where he had touched you for less than a second.

you would spend the rest of the night clutching your serving tray against your ribs, nursing the humiliating agony of knowing that you were completely consumed by a man who couldn't even pick you out of a lineup. you were letting him ruin you, and he didn't even know he was doing it.

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it was a rainy mid-november thursday, past two in the morning, and the bar had emptied out into the storm outside. the jukebox was off, leaving only the low hum of the beer fridges and the rhythmic patter of rain against the grimy back window. the other bartender had gone to the back office to count the drawer, leaving you alone to wipe down the sticky surfaces.

he hadn't left with his band. he was sitting on a high stool at the far edge of your well, his leather jacket damp from the rain, spinning a wooden match between his fingers.

you were trying to keep your hands busy, rinsing glasses in the sink, your pulse doing that familiar dance against your ribs just knowing he was sitting three feet away. you kept your head down, tucked behind the shield of your hair, praying your face wasn't as flushed as it felt.

when you finally moved to clear the counter in front of him, you reached out to take his empty glass.

his fingers were still loosely curled around the base of the heavy tumbler. you hesitated for a fraction of a second, your breath catching, before carefully reaching for the rim. but as you pulled it toward you, the back of your knuckles brushed against the side of his hand. a tiny, accidental touch.

you froze, expecting him to pull away like he usually did. but he didn't move. instead, he slowly lifted his head. for the first time in months, his heavy lidded eyes travelled up from the wood of the counter and locked directly onto yours.

the world narrowed down to the space between you. up close, in the dim red light of the neon sign, you could see the sharp line of his jaw, the faint crease between his brows, the intoxicating weight of his focus. it was like breathing in smoke.

he didn't look angry, or amused, or bored. he just looked at you, his gaze steady and quiet, taking you in while your lungs completely locked up.

"you got a light?" he asked. his voice was a low rasp, stripped of the stage's volume, vibrating softly in the empty room. it hit you right in the center of your chest.

"uh…" you stammered, your voice pathetically small. "yeah. yeah, under the register."

you turned around too fast, your hands trembling so violently you almost knocked over a bottle of bitters. you fumbled beneath the counter, your heart hammering against your collarbone like a trapped bird, before your fingers finally caught a small cardboard matchbook.

when you turned back, he was watching you. not with impatience, but with a slow quiet that made your skin prickle with heat.

you reached across the bar, extending the matches. instead of taking the book by the edge, his calloused hand closed around yours, his thumb brushing over the knuckles of your fingers to take it from your grip. the heat of his skin was shocking, a searing contrast to the cold glass you had been washing.

he didn't let go instantly. for two agonizing seconds, his fingers lingered against yours, holding the matchbook — and your hand — between you.

and then, he pulled back.

you stood there, gripping the edge of the sink behind you with white knuckles, unable to move, unable to think. you watched as he struck the match. the sharp tang of sulfur filled the space between you, the tiny orange flame illuminating the sharp planes of his face for a split second before he brought it to the tip of his cigarette.

he took a slow drag, blew a thin trail of smoke toward the ceiling, and tossed the matchbook back onto the wet wood of the bar.

"thanks." he murmured, his eyes lingering on yours for just one more endless beat.

he slid off the stool, pulling his jacket tighter around his shoulders, and walked toward the alley exit without another word. the heavy door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet bar with the smell of sweet tobacco and sulfur hanging thick in the air.

you sank against the counter, your knees weak, pressing your burning palm against your chest. you didn't know what it meant. you didn't know if he was just being polite, or if he even remembered your face now that he was out in the rain. but as you stood there in the dark, gasping for air, you knew one thing for certain — the quiet bruise of wanting him had just turned into a fire you had no idea how to put out.

you took the matchbook off the wet bar before you locked up that night. you tucked it into the breast pocket of your apron like a stolen secret, your thumb smoothing over the damp cardboard all the way home on the late night bus. in your small, quiet bedroom, you put it on your nightstand, next to your bed, staring at the charred tips of the few burned matches inside until your eyes burned. it was pathetic. it was the most humiliating thing you had ever done — practically building an altar out of a stranger’s trash.

but the next thursday, the air in the bar felt fundamentally altered.

the invisible line had been crossed, and even if you tried to convince yourself it was all in your head, you couldn’t help feeling hopeful. when his band took the stage, you couldn't even pretend to do your job properly. every muscle in your back was locked, your skin humming with a terrible awareness.

and then, halfway through their third song, it happened.

jay was leaning into a slow riff, his dark hair falling over his face in a beautiful way, when his head tilted. he didn't look at the drunks by the stage. he didn't look at his pedals. his dark, hooded eyes swept straight across the crowded room and locked onto you, standing frozen by the ice well.

it lasted two seconds. maybe three. just an unblinking hold through the blue stage smoke before he looked back down at his guitar.

your breath hitched so hard you choked on it. you backed into the stainless steel counter, hands gripping the edge, telling yourself you were delusional. he was just looking at the clock behind you. he was just scanning the room. he doesn't see you. but it all tasted bitter in your mouth, because the heat in your face was real, and your heart was hammering a desperate rhythm against your ribs.

when the set ended, he didn't wait for the bar to clear out.

he walked straight to your well while the room was still loud and chaotic. he stepped right up to the narrow gap in the counter where you were standing, taking up every inch of space, leaning his forearms over the wood until he was lingering directly in your personal bubble.

up close, the smell of him — stale rain, sweet tobacco, and warm skin — was an absolute sensory assault.

you didn't wait for him to speak. with trembling fingers, you quickly reached for a clean glass and filled it from the pitcher, sliding it toward him without meeting his eyes. "here." you whispered, your voice barely audible over the jukebox.

but he didn't take the glass.

instead, he just leaned in a fraction of an inch closer, his shoulder almost brushing yours across the narrow divider. he placed his silver-ringed hand flat on the bar mat, right beside your trembling wrist. close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

"didn't even have to ask." he murmured. his voice was a low rumble meant only for you, dropping beneath the noise of the bar. you looked up, trapped, your eyes flying to his.

he was watching you with a quiet intensity. it felt like he was invading your space completely, casually asserting himself over you, letting the quiet weight of his presence suffocate you while you stood there, utterly helpless.

"you always know what i want, y/n?"

the sound of your name on his lips sent a sickening thrill straight down your spine. you hadn't told him your name. you had never introduced yourself. he had simply taken it, learned it in the dark, and was now holding it against your throat like a blade.

"i-" you swallowed, your throat completely bone dry, your mind spinning into a panicked blur. "it's just... you always order water."

a faint, almost imperceptible tilt appeared at the corner of his mouth. not a smile, but something darker.

he finally reached out and grabbed the glass, taking a slow sip as his eyes never left your flushed face, just to set it back down right in front of you. as he turned and walked away into the crowd, you gripped the edge of the sink, gasping for air, completely shocked at the terrifying realization that maybe you weren't a ghost to him anymore.

you spent the next ten minutes in the back room, leaning your forehead against the cool painted cinderblock, violently dismantling every second of it.

you were actually delusional. your nametag was pinned right to the strap of your apron, faded white plastic with your name scratched into the corner. of course he had just read the tag while waiting for his drink, using it to be vaguely polite, and you had turned it into some profound revelation.

the humiliation was a heavy weight in your stomach, but as you picked up your tray to finish closing, you still couldn't stop the embarrassing flutter in your chest.

by three in the morning, the bar was nearly pitch black, saved only by the dim red glow of the exit sign and the streetlights bleeding through the front glass. the doors were locked, and you were clearing the last of the back booths near the stage, desperately trying to hurry so you could escape into the rain.

you didn't realize he was still there until you rounded the corner of the booth.

jay was sitting alone in the dark leather seat, a half empty glass of amber liquor in front of him, his long legs stretched out into the narrow aisle. his jacket was off, draped over the back of the seat, his dark sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal his beautiful skin. he was staring down at his phone, the blue light catching the sharp angle of his cheekbone.

you froze, the heavy tray clattering loudly against your thigh. right then, you tried to pull back, to turn around before he noticed you, but your sneakers squeaked against the slick tile.

he didn't jump. he just slowly raised his head, locking those heavy lidded eyes on you through the gloom.

"sorry." you blurted out, the word tumbling out of your mouth way too fast, way too high. "i-i thought everyone was gone. i'm just clearing tables. i mean, obviously you're here. i can come back later. when you're done." you sounded pathetic, babbling, and completely transparent.

jay didn't move. he just watched you scramble over your own words, his expression completely unreadable. he took a slow sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass, taking his sweet time while you stood there burning alive under his gaze.

"i'm done." he said softly. his voice sounded even lower in the empty bar, a lazy purr that seemed to coat the inside of your ears.

you nodded frantically, stepping forward to reach for the empty beer bottles on the far side of his table. but to reach them, you had to lean slightly into his space, your apron brushing against the wooden edge of his booth. you were so terrified of touching him that your hands were shaking again, your fingers fumbling uselessly around the neck of a glass.

"you always seem to be in a rush, y/n." he murmured. it wasn't a question, it was a slow statement.

"i'm- i just have a lot to clean." you stammered, your eyes fixed firmly on the sticky tabletop, refusing to look at him. "and the bus stops running at three thirty. so. yeah."

"is that why you're trembling?"

the question hit you like a drop of ice water down your spine. you snapped your head up, your mouth falling open slightly.

he was leaning back against the leather, his head tilted, watching you with quiet curiosity. he didn't look mean. he didn't look cold. he just looked like a man who had caught a small animal in a trap and was casually watching it squirm.

"i'm not-" you swallowed hard, your throat locking up. "it's just cold in here."

a dry breath slipped past his lips — not quite a laugh, but close enough to make your face burn with a sudden heat.

he reached out, his long fingers casually picking up the last empty glass on the far side of the table — the one you had been struggling to reach without leaning over him — and slid it across the wood, setting it directly onto your tray.

his fingertips brushed against yours as he let go. just a brief, heavy whisper of skin.

"there." he rasped, his dark eyes holding yours with a suffocating intensity. "now you won't miss your bus."

you couldn't even mutter a thanks. you just clutched the tray against your chest, offered a jerking nod, and practically ran toward the back kitchen, your heart hammering so violently against your ribs you thought it might burst right out of your chest.

you were an idiot. a complete, tragic idiot, mistaking a hot guy messing with his waitress for something else. but as you leaned against the sink in the back, listening to the quiet sound of his footsteps heading toward the exit, your skin was still screaming where his hand had brushed yours.

you stood there for five long minutes, pressing the cold water tap against your burning wrists, trying to force your pulse to slow down. it was actually embarrassing. you were an open wound, bleeding out in front of a man who was just bored, amused by how easy it was to throw you off balance. you told yourself to get a grip, to untie your apron, pack your bag, and leave before you made a bigger fool of yourself.

you put your coat on, shoved your hands deep into your pockets, and pushed through the heavy metal back door into the alleyway.

the rain was coming down hard now, slapping against the pavement and washing away the grime of the night. you ducked your head, pulling your collar up around your throat, preparing to sprint the three blocks to the bus stop.

you took two steps before you saw him.

jay was leaning against the damp brick wall right beneath the narrow tin awning, protected from the downpour. you stopped dead in your tracks, your heart dropping straight to the soles of your shoes.

"you missed it." he said softly. his voice didn't carry over the sound of the rain — it sat beneath it, low and raspy, vibrating in the narrow space between the brick walls.

"what?" you stammered, your voice catching in your dry throat.

he didn't answer with words. he just raised his left arm, tapping the face of his watch with his thumb. the faint red glow of the streetlight caught the hands.

three thirty four.

"oh." you breathed. the last bus was gone.

you stood there, exposed in the cold rain, water instantly soaking through the canvas of your sneakers, feeling small and completely stranded. you should have turned around. you should have walked back inside, called a cab, or walked the forty minutes home in the freezing wet. but your feet were glued to the pavement. you were starving, so pathetic and desperate for the heat radiating off him that you couldn't move a single inch away.

jay took a long drag of his cigarette, his dark eyes never leaving your wet face. he didn't offer a ride. he didn't offer an apology. he just watched you drown in the rain, taking up all the dry space beneath the awning like he owned it.

then, without taking his eyes off you, he stepped back an inch, dropping his shoulder slightly toward the brick wall. it was the smallest, most dismissive invitation in the world. a silent command.

your body moved before your brain could stop it. you stepped out of the pouring rain and under the narrow awning, sinking right into his space.

the sudden heat off him was staggering. you could smell his familiar scent, taking over your senses so violently you felt dizzy. you were standing mere inches from his chest, your soaked shoulder almost touching his arm, your breath coming in ragged puffs that misted in the cold night air.

"you're soaking wet." he murmured.

he lifted his hand — the same hand that played those dirty riffs on stage — and brought it to your face.

you flinched, your eyes wide, your lungs seizing up entirely. but he didn't pull back. his knuckles pressed gently against the side of your neck, his thumb deliberately wiping a drop of rain off your cheekbone. the touch was so hot it felt like a brand, sending a exquisite shiver straight down your spine.

"you're freezing too." he rasped, his thumb dragging down to the side of your jaw, pressing just hard enough to feel the frantic hammering of your pulse against his skin.

you wanted to tell him to stop. you wanted to push his hand away and call him cruel for playing with you like this, for holding you under his thumb when you meant absolutely nothing to him. but you couldn't speak. you were drowning in him, your body betraying you so completely that you tilted your head a fraction of an inch into his palm, desperate for a heat you knew you couldn’t have.

the moment you yielded, the moment your skin pressed just a fraction of an inch heavier into his palm, a terrifying heat rushed straight down to your core.

it was heavy and sudden, a warm pull in your lower belly that made your knees feel completely useless. you had never felt this before — this raw, desperate spike of arousal just from a thumb brushing your jawline. you were completely swallowed up by the sight of him. you took in the sharp line of his throat as he tilted his head, the rain-dampened strands of hair falling over his forehead, the beautiful shape of his mouth. he was a walking disaster. he smelled like dark tobacco and rain, and he felt like the one thing you had been starving for your entire life.

he held his hand there for three agonizing seconds. you could feel the rough calluses on his fingers holding you in place while your breath hitched erratically. he was studying your face, taking in the dilated state of your pupils and the pathetic parting of your lips.

a low hum vibrated in the back of his throat. and then, with agonizing slowness, he dropped his hand.

the absence of his touch was like a physical blow. the freezing alley air slammed back against your wet skin, and a quiet gasp slipped out of your mouth before you could bite it down. your body actually jerked forward a fraction of an inch, subconsciously chasing the heat of his palm, before you caught yourself and stiffened.

you prayed he hadn’t noticed. he probably hadn’t noticed.

jay lifted his cigarette back to his lips, taking a slow drag. he leaned his head back against the brick, watching you shiver under the awning. he looked entirely untouched by the rain, completely in control, while you were falling apart at the seams. it was intoxicating. the fact that he could reduce you to a trembling, aching mess without even trying made you want to press yourself directly against his chest and let him ruin you completely.

"so what's the plan, y/n?" he rasped, blowing a thick stream of smoke over your head. "you're just going to stand here and freeze?"

you wrapped your arms tightly around your own waist, hugging your damp coat against your body, trying to hide the way your chest was heaving. "i don't... i don't know. i'll figure it out."

"the buses are done." he stated, his tone flat. he wasn't looking at you with pity. he was just observing a fact, watching you squirm under the weight of it.

"i know." you swallowed hard, your voice shaking. "i can walk."

his dark eyes flicked down to your soaked canvas sneakers, then slowly dragged back up the length of your body, lingering for a fraction of a second on the frantic pulse at your throat. a faint scoff left his chest.

"you're not walking." he murmured.

he didn't ask. he didn't offer to be a gentleman. he just dropped his cigarette onto the wet concrete, crushing the orange ember beneath the heavy heel of his boot. he stepped away from the wall, his broad shoulders shifting as he adjusted his leather jacket.

"my car's parked on fourth." he said, his voice dropping into that authoritative cadence.

he turned his back to you and stepped out into the freezing rain. he didn't look over his shoulder to see if you were following. he didn't hold out a hand or wait for you to agree. he just walked into the dark, projecting a quiet gravity, seemingly knowing with absolute certainty that you had no willpower left.

and as the pulsing ache in your stomach twisted even tighter, you stepped out from under the awning and followed him into the rain without a second thought.

the walk to his car was a blur of cold rain and slick pavement. you kept your eyes fixed on the broad line of his shoulders, terrified that if you stopped for even a second, you would wake up and realize you were still alone in the alley. he stopped next to a dark sedan, unlocking it with a sharp click that cut through the sound of the storm.

you slipped into the passenger seat, the heavy door shutting behind you and instantly swallowing the noise of the rain.

the silence inside the car was deafening. the interior was pitch black, but it smelled exactly like him — worn leather, lingering stale smoke, and that sharp scent that made your head spin. a second later, the driver's side door opened, and he folded himself into the seat beside you, bringing a gust of cold air with him.

he didn't put the key in the ignition. he didn't start the engine. he just sat there in the dark, his large hands resting loosely on the steering wheel, staring out the rain-slicked windshield.

you sat rigidly, your damp coat clinging to your skin, your knees pressed tightly together as you tried to suppress a violent shiver. the proximity was suffocating. in the narrow space of the front seat, his physical presence felt massive, a heavy gravity pulling on every nerve ending in your body.

"you didn't even hesitate." he said suddenly. his voice was low, filling the enclosed space until there was no room left to breathe.

you swallowed hard, your fingers gripping the damp fabric of your jeans. "what?"

"i told you i was parked on fourth, and you just followed me into the dark." he turned his head slowly, the dim amber glow of a distant streetlight casting sharp shadows across his face. "you always this trusting, y/n?"

the word hit you directly in the stomach, a hot pull that made your thighs ache. "i was freezing. and you offered to drive me."

he didn't say anything to that. he just watched you for a quiet moment. then, he shifted in his seat, leaning across the center console.

your breath hitched. your body instantly braced for the heat of his touch, your chest tightening in desperate anticipation as his broad shoulder eclipsed your vision. but his hand just brushed past your trembling knee, his knuckles grazing your wet denim, to flick a dial on the dashboard.

the heater roared to life, blasting warm air over your freezing legs.

he leaned back into his own space, leaving you entirely bereft. you hated how badly you had wanted his hand to land on your thigh. you hated how obvious the sharp intake of your breath had been.

"you shouldn't get into cars with guys you don't know." he murmured, his voice a lazy drawl over the sound of the fan.

"i know you." you tried to sound steady, but your voice came out breathless and weak, betraying exactly how rattled you were.

jay let out a quiet sound — a rough exhale that vibrated deep in his chest. "you know my drink order, sweetheart. you don't know me."

the nickname made your stomach drop, somehow feeling more condescending than sweet. the words hung heavy in the warm air, because you couldn't argue with him. you didn't know his last name, didn't know where he lived or what he was like when he wasn't dragging those heavy riffs out of his guitar. you didn't know anything real about him at all.

but you knew the exact shape of his hands. you knew the way his throat moved when he swallowed. you knew that you were sitting in his passenger seat, soaking wet, practically vibrating with need just because his eyes were on you. it was a terrifying, blind obsession, and you were completely powerless to stop it.

he watched you fall silent, his dark eyes dropping slowly to the frantic pulse jumping beneath the wet collar of your shirt. he watched it beat for a long second, the silence stretching so tight you thought it might snap. he didn't mock you. he just observed you, taking in the absolute mess he had reduced you to with nothing more than his proximity.

he finally reached down and turned the key in the ignition. the engine rumbled to life, a deep vibration that rattled the floorboards and shot straight up your spine.

"so," he murmured, resting his arm casually on the back of your seat, his fingers brushing the wet ends of your hair. "where am i taking you?"

you rattled off an address that was fifteen minutes away across town, the name of the street barely making it past the nervous knot in your throat.

he didn't say a word. he just pulled the gearshift down, his knuckles brushing dangerously close to your knee, and eased the heavy car out into the empty streets.

the drive was excruciating. you pressed yourself as far into the passenger door as you could, staring out the window at the blurred city. but you couldn't escape him. the car was entirely his domain, saturated with his scent and the brooding quiet he carried everywhere. looking out the window didn't help either — the wet glass just acted like a mirror against the dark night, reflecting the sharp line of his jaw, the relaxed slump of his shoulders, the careless way he drove with one hand resting at the bottom of the steering wheel.

his other hand was still resting on the center console. right in the narrow space between your seats, mere inches from your thigh.

the hypnotic sweep of the windshield wipers was the only sound in the car besides the low roar of the heater. the warm air was slowly thawing your frozen skin, but the heat pooling low in your stomach had absolutely nothing to do with the temperature.

he stopped at a red light. the car idled with a deep purr that vibrated up through the floorboards.

jay shifted his hand on the console, his long fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the dark plastic. every time his hand moved, your eyes darted toward it, completely hypnotized by the heavy silver rings glinting in the dim amber light of the streetlamps.

he caught you looking. his eyes flicked from the windshield to you, catching your gaze in the reflection of the glass before you could tear it away.

"you pay a lot of attention." he murmured into the quiet.

you flinched, your fingers tightening around the damp canvas of your coat. you didn't look at him. you just stared straight ahead at the rain hitting the glass. "what?"

"on thursdays." he clarified softly, his voice a gravelly hum that seemed to wrap itself right around your throat. "you always stand in the exact same spot by the ice well. you don't talk to anyone, you just watch. right?"

your heart gave a sickening lurch, hammering against your ribs like it was trying to break out. he knew.

the panic seized your chest, but beneath it, a dark wave of arousal rushed straight down your body.

because he was right. you did watch. you had spent months completely consumed by the way he played, memorizing every microscopic detail. you knew how his large hands slid down the neck of the guitar, fingers pressing effortlessly into the frets. you knew the exact moment his eyes would slip shut during the bridge of that one slow song, lost in the dragging rhythm. you knew the way his hips moved when he leaned into the microphone, a slow sway that made your mouth go completely dry.

every thursday, you stood in the dark and let the deep bass of his guitar rattle around in your chest, imagining what those heavy hands would feel like mapping out the shape of your waist instead of the instrument. you had spent hours agonizing over what that kind of intense focus would feel like directed solely at you, letting the thought pool hot and heavy between your thighs until you could barely stand the friction of your own jeans.

but you couldn't just tell him that. "it's a small bar." you lied, your voice wavering pathetically. you swallowed hard, trying to sound indifferent, trying not to let him hear how badly you were shaking. "there's nowhere else to look."

jay didn't argue. he didn't call you a liar or push you to confess. he just let out a quiet exhale that sounded entirely too much like a laugh.

the light turned green. he looked back at the road and hit the gas, the sudden acceleration pressing you deep into the leather seat.

he didn't take his hand off the center console. instead, he shifted it just a fraction of an inch closer, his knuckles grazing the damp fabric of your coat where it spilled over your leg. he just left his hand there, hovering in the agonizing space right beside your thigh in absolute silence.

when the car finally rolled to a stop near your apartment building, the deep rumble of the engine stayed alive between you. you gripped your bag tightly, your knees pressed together under your wet coat, desperate to escape before your body gave you away completely.

"this is me." you murmured, your voice breathless. "thanks again. for the ride."

you reached for the handle, but before your fingers could pull it, his voice cut through the dark.

"you didn't ask why i was out there."

you froze, your hand hovering over the cold plastic latch. "what?"

jay shifted in the driver's seat, resting one wrist over the top of the steering wheel. the light from the streetlamp caught the sharp angle of his jaw, his heavy eyes fixed entirely on you.

"in the alley." he said, his voice a low rasp. "you just stepped under the awning like you were expecting me to be standing there."

your heart gave a sickening thud against your ribs. a sudden rush of heat pooled low in your stomach, heavy and aching.

"i- i wasn't expecting you." you answered, the words tripping helplessly over your tongue. "i thought you were just smoking."

"i finished my cigarette ten minutes before you walked out the back door." he murmured.

the air left your lungs in an instant. your mind raced into a dizzying tailspin. did he wait for you? why would he wait for you? you tried to convince yourself it was a coincidence, that he was just killing time, but the deliberate way he was watching you made your throat go completely bone dry.

"then... why were you waiting?" you whispered, the question slipping out before you could stop it, pathetic and fragile in the quiet car.

jay didn't answer right away. he slowly leaned across the center console, taking up all the air in the vehicle, bringing the suffocating heat of his body right into yours. you braced your back against the passenger door, your chest heaving, your pulse hammering violently in your ears.

he didn't touch you. he just rested his forearm against the top of your seat, his fingers trailing so close to your shoulder that you could feel the heat radiating off his leather jacket.

"why do you think, y/n?" he rasped softly.

the proximity was agonizing. up close, you could see his beautiful features and the dark intensity in his eyes. you wanted so desperately to say something — anything — to bridge the inch between you, to tilt your head up and sink into him. you were starving for it, completely undone by the mere possibility that he wanted you back.

but the fear was bigger. the humiliating certainty that you were just reading into things, that he was playing with a clearly anxious woman who didn't know how to handle him.

"i don't know." you stammered, your eyes dropping helplessly to his lips before darting back to his eyes.

jay stared at you for two endless beats, taking in the flushed heat on your face, the breathless parting of your lips, the absolute ruin he had made of your composure.

an imperceptible tilt appeared at the corner of his mouth. "liar." he murmured softly.

before you could process the word, his hand moved, his thumb casually reaching out to drag over the sharp line of your collarbone — just a fleeting stroke of skin that sent a shockwave directly down your spine — before he reached past you and clicked the door handle open.

the cold night air rushed into the car, snapping the suffocating heat between you like a twig.

jay pulled back into his seat, his large hands settling back onto the steering wheel, completely unbothered, his face a mask of calm composure.

"go inside." he said quietly, looking back out at the rain-soaked street. "you need some sleep."

you sat there, paralyzed, your body throbbing with an unfulfilled ache, your heart slamming against your chest. he had left you completely exposed, dangling on the edge, and pulled back without a second thought.

"goodnight, jay." you choked out.

you scrambled out of the car into the freezing rain, your knees so weak you practically stumbled up the steps to your building. as you fumbled with your keys in the dark doorway, your skin still burning where his thumb had touched you, the sound of his engine faded into the night — leaving you alone in the cold, utterly consumed.

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the seven days between thursdays felt less like a week and more like a slow fever.

your sleep schedule was done for. every time you closed your eyes, you were back in the dark interior of his car, feeling the phantom heat of his thumb dragging over your collarbone, hearing that soft liar echoing in your ears. the humiliation of bracing for a kiss he never gave you burned like an open wound, but the sickening hunger it left behind was a thousand times worse.

by ten o'clock the following thursday, the bar was a suffocating wall of heat, noise, and smoke. you spent the entire set doing everything in your power to avoid looking toward the stage. you kept your head down, aggressively wiping down the wooden counters, restocking glasses, pretending you were entirely immune to his presence. but your body betrayed you at every turn. the heavy rumble of his guitar vibrated straight through the floorboards, shooting directly up your spine and settling in the pit of your stomach.

the second their last song ended, you grabbed an empty ice bucket and escaped down the dimly lit back hallway toward the heavy stainless steel ice machine.

the back hallway was quiet, smelling of damp concrete and cold metal. you shoved the bucket under the chute and hit the lever, the loud avalanche of crushing ice filling the silence. you leaned your forehead against the cold material, closing your eyes, taking a deep breath to force your pulse to slow down.

"you missed the solo." the voice came from the dark shadows behind you — low and entirely unhurried. you snapped your head up, your heart leaping straight into your throat.

jay was leaning his broad shoulder against the damp brick wall a few feet away, his arms folded loosely across his chest. he had just come off stage; his dark hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead, and his usual black shirt was unfastened at the top, revealing the sharp line of his chest. he looked completely relaxed while you instantly unraveled.

"i was working." you stammered, your fingers tightening around the edge of the metal bucket until your knuckles turned white.

"you were working last week, too." he murmured, his voice a smooth rasp. "didn't stop you from staring then."

a hot wave of heat rushed up your neck, burning your cheeks. you tried to swallow, but your throat was bone dry. "i wasn't staring."

jay didn't argue. he just pushed off the brick wall with effortless grace, taking two slow steps toward you.

the space between you vanished in an instant. the sheer size of him in the narrow hallway was suffocating. he brought a staggering wall of heat with him — saturated in that intoxicating scent of distortion, fresh sweat, tobacco, and warm skin that made your head spin. it felt like your senses were made to betray you, every instinct sharpening and blurring at once until all you could register was him standing there, stealing the air from your lungs without saying a word.

you pressed your back flat against the cold metal of the ice machine, completely trapped.

"you're terrible at lying, y/n." he murmured softly.

he didn't touch you, but he reached past your waist, his long fingers resting casually on the edge of the ice machine right next to your hip. he leaned in slightly, his broad shoulders blocking out the hallway light, casting his sharp features in deep shadows.

"i'm not lying." you whispered, though your voice cracked pathetically on the last word. up close, the sight of him was overwhelming. you took in the dark fringe of his eyelashes, the faint sheen of moisture on his throat, the beautiful shape of his lips. you were practically vibrating, starving for him to bridge the inch between you, desperate to feel those heavy hands on your body.

jay tilted his head, his dark eyes slowly sweeping over your face. "why didn't you look at me tonight?" he asked softly, his tone completely neutral, as if he were asking about the weather.

"you told me i watch too much." you choked on the words, your eyes helplessly dropping to his mouth before darting back to his. it was becoming a bad habit at this point.

an almost imperceptible tilt appeared at the corner of his sharp mouth. "i said you pay attention." he corrected, his voice dropping an octave, slipping over your skin like velvet. "i didn't tell you to stop."

the words hit you directly in the stomach, a hot pull that made your inner thighs press tightly together beneath your apron. your mind completely short-circuited. you stood there, paralyzed, drowning in the absolute control he held over you.

he lifted his other hand — slowly, agonizingly slow — and let his knuckles lightly graze the side of your neck.

the touch sent a blinding shockwave straight down your spine. a soft gasp slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it. you tilted your head just a fraction of a millimeter into his hand, completely surrendered, silently begging him to take more, to press you against the cold metal and ruin you right there in the dark.

but he didn't pull you closer. instead, his thumb lightly dragged up over your jawline, holding you captive in the dark for one more breathless second.

"your ice is overflowing." he rasped softly, his breath fanning hot against your mouth.

and then, he stepped back.

the sudden absence of his touch was a physical blow. the cold hallway air slammed back against your skin, leaving you feeling entirely breathless and humiliated.

you looked down with wide, unspooling eyes. the ice machine was overflowing, cold cubes spilling over the rim of the bucket and clattering onto the concrete floor around your shoes.

jay stood there, entirely unbothered, his composure completely intact as if he hadn't just brought you to the absolute edge of sanity. he casually shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans.

"see you around, y/n." he murmured indifferently. he turned his back to you and strolled down the hallway, disappearing back into the crowded bar without a single glance over his shoulder.

you slid down the front of the ice machine until your knees hit the cold floor, clutching your arms around your waist, shivering uncontrollably. your skin was still burning, your body throbbing with a desperate feeling you had never experienced before.

he was playing you like an instrument. the anger didn't arrive all at once, starting as a bitter burn in the pit of your stomach while you picked ice cubes off the floor, tossing them one by one into the drain.

he was doing it on purpose. the thought took root, cold and ugly, pulling you up off your knees. it wasn't an accident. it wasn't just a string of awkward coincidences or a series of moments where you happened to misread the room. the deliberate way he moved into your space, the exact second he chose to drop his touch — it was calculated. he pushed just far enough to watch you break, to feel your pulse go erratic against his skin, and then he pulled away the second you offered yourself up to him.

he was entertaining himself. you were just a pathetic waitress at a bar, practically begging a stupidly hot guitarist to notice her, giving him an ego boost on his walk out to the alley.

and yet, as you hoisted the heavy bucket back up to your hip, a sickening wave of doubt crashed over your anger, drowning it out.

what if he wasn't? what if you were completely insane? what if he was just an indifferent, naturally invasive man who stepped into people's personal space without thinking twice about it? what if every single drop of tension you felt was a pathetic fantasy you had constructed inside your own lonely head?

the thought made your face burn hotter than the humiliation. you were torn straight down the middle — half of you furious at him for being a sadistic bastard, the other half utterly disgusted with yourself for being delusional enough to think he gave a damn.

by two in the morning, the main floor had finally drained of people.

you were behind the counter, desperately praying you could just finish up and escape into the cold night air. right in that moment, jen, the server who was supposed to lock up with you, rushed out of the back hallway, clutching her coat.

"y/n, i am so, so sorry." she breathed, looking panicked. "my sister just called. her car overheated on the highway and she's stuck on the shoulder. can you please finish wiping down and lock the back door? the drawer is already counted."

"yeah... go ahead." you murmured, forcing a small smile despite the sudden drop in your stomach. "drive safe."

she thanked you three times and bolted out the front entrance, the heavy door clicking shut behind her.

you were alone. or at least, you should have been.

you couldn't set the alarm or lock the rear exit because jay was still inside. the rest of his band had picked up the heavy amps ten minutes ago, their voices long faded down the alley, but jay hadn't left.

he was sitting on a tall stool in the far, shadowy corner near the empty stage, a single overhead amber light allowing you to see him. he had his electric guitar resting against his hip — unplugged, raw, and quiet. his fingers were sliding over the frets, dragging out lazy riffs that vibrated through the empty room.

the sound was hypnotic. it echoed softly against the bare brick walls, that dragging rhythm that always shot straight down your spine.

you were supposed to be cleaning, but you were completely paralyzed. you stood behind the bar with the damp rag clutched in your hand, mesmerized by the effortless way his fingers moved over the dark instrument. you hated him for it. you hated how easily he held you captive without even looking at you, how a few lazy notes from his hands could make your knees feel hollow.

and then, the music stopped. a single string vibrated into silence. slowly, jay tilted his head back, his dark eyes locking onto yours across the empty room.

a lazy, mocking smirk spread across his lips. "still paying attention, sweetheart?" he rasped. his voice carried effortlessly through the quiet bar, laced with a condescending warmth. "thought you said there was nowhere else to look."

a stinging heat rushed up your neck, burning your cheeks. you gripped the rag tighter, your jaw setting in a rigid line. "i'm waiting for you to leave so i can lock up."

"are you?" he slowly unstrapped his guitar, resting it against the stool with agonizing slowness. he didn't look bothered. he didn't look tired. he looked like a predator who had just spent the last two hours watching you squirm in a cage he built for you.

he shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans and began walking slowly toward the bar. every step he took sent your heart hammering violently against your ribs. you stood your ground behind the mahogany counter, trying desperately to look cold, distant, and unbothered. but as he drew closer, the sheer physical weight of his presence started stripping away your meager defenses.

he didn't stop on the other side of the counter. without taking his eyes off you, jay reached down, unlatched the small wooden gate at the side of the bar, and stepped straight into your space.

the sound of his heavy boots against the floorboards behind the counter was a shockwave. people weren't allowed back there. it was the one physical barrier that kept you safe from him, and he had just shattered it without a second thought.

"jay-" you stammered, your composure instantly fracturing as you backed up until your thighs slammed against the low liquor display behind you. "you can't be back here."

"make me leave, then." he murmured smoothly.

he didn't stop until he was towering directly over you in the narrow aisle, blocking out the amber light, trapping you between his broad chest and the glass bottles behind you. the sudden heat coming off his body was overwhelming.

he looked down at you, his eyes utterly ruthless as he took in your heaving chest and the pathetic way your breath was hitching in your throat.

"you look annoyed, y/n." he rasped, a mocking chuckle vibrating deep in his chest. "what's the matter?"

the words hit you like a slap, raw and humiliating, laying your most embarrassing secret completely bare. your mouth parted in a sharp gasp, your eyes wide with shock. "i- i’m not-"

"lying again? mmh?" he purred softly, cutting you off before you could even build a defense.

he reached out, his fingers taking the damp rag out of your trembling hand and tossing it carelessly over his shoulder onto the sink. your hands were left completely empty, completely exposed.

"you've been standing in the dark watching me for months, haven’t you?" he rasped, stepping half an inch closer until the front of his unbuttoned shirt pressed directly against your apron. "you practically shook out of your clothes when i put my hand near your leg in the car. and when i touched your neck by the ice machine, you tilted your head right into it. aren’t you such a desperate little thing?"

every single word was a cruel sentence, destroying any remaining delusion that it had all been in your head. he had known the entire time, and he was taking immense pleasure in watching you drown in it.

you felt a tear of overwhelming frustration sting the back of your eyes. "you're being an asshole, jay." you choked out, your voice trembling with a mixture of intense anger and something else you didn’t want to accept.

jay didn't flinch. his smile only widened, turning dark and entirely devoid of mercy. "maybe." he murmured softly.

he slowly raised his hand, his calloused palm sliding up your throat, his fingers wrapping firmly around the back of your neck. his grip was warm, heavy, and absolute, tilting your face up until your lips were mere millimeters from his. "but you're still shaking for me, from just playing a few notes." he rasped, his thumb pressing deliberately over your frantic pulse, feeling the absolute ruin he had reduced you to. "you hate it, but you want me so bad you can barely stand up. don't you?"

your mouth parted, but no sound came out. you wanted to deny it, to tear his hand away from your neck and spit some lie about how he was conceited, how you didn't care. but his thumb was pressing so firmly against your throat, feeling the chaotic rhythm of your heart betraying every single thought. you were completely exposed, pinned against the low display shelf, with his dark-clothed body trapping you in.

"i..." you choked out, your eyes darting helplessly to his lips before flying back to his mocking eyes.

"that's what i thought." he murmured, his voice a low purr of absolute victory. he slowly let his hand slide down your neck, his knuckles dragging over your collarbone with agonizing slowness before he stepped back, taking that heat with him. you felt a cold shiver run down your spine at the sudden loss of his touch.

he looked down at you, his gaze sweeping over your flushed face and your trembling hands, a slow smirk playing on his lips.

"you're a mess, y/n." he rasped softly, his tone laced with a teasing warmth. "i have my amp setup at my place." he murmured, leaning his hip against the bar, looking entirely relaxed while you were practically vibrating. "since you like watching so much, come back with me. i'll play for you. privately."

the condescending arrogance of his voice should have made you scream. he was being an absolute asshole, treating you like some easy toy he could wind up and watch spin. you knew you should say no. you knew that going to his apartment was walking straight into a trap where he would keep pulling the strings.

but the hunger inside you was a physical sickness. it had been building for seven long days, for months of thursdays in the dark, and you were too weak to fight it.

"okay." you whispered, your voice pathetically small.

jay's smirk widened, dark and possessive. "mmh. grab your coat."

the drive was a silent torture. the rain lashed against the windshield of his car, the steady scrape of the wipers doing nothing to ease the suffocating tension in the small space. jay drove with one hand, looking completely unbothered, while you sat frozen in the passenger seat, your hands knotted tightly in your lap, your mind spinning in a dizzying loop of anticipation and shame.

when he finally unlocked the door to his loft, the darkness of his space swallowed you whole. it smelled heavily of tobacco, old wood, and the warm scent of his skin.

he didn't take his leather jacket off. he just walked over to a low leather couch, leaving the lights off except for the dim streetlamp glow filtering through the wet windowpane. he picked up his electric guitar, plugging it into a small amp on the floor. the heavy hum of the electricity filled the room, making your pulse spike.

"sit." he commanded softly, gesturing to the edge of the low table right in front of him.

you slowly crossed the room, your knees shaking so badly you could barely keep your footing. you sat down on the edge of the wood, your knees practically touching his denim-clad thighs.

jay didn't wait. his fingers settled over the strings as he began to play.

it wasn't the loud music from the stage. it was a slow, dragging, incredibly dirty riff. the distorted notes vibrated right through the floor, straight up through the table, settling like liquid fire directly between your thighs. the sound was hypnotic, wrapping around your senses until you couldn't think, couldn't breathe, your eyes locked onto the effortless movement of his hands.

he looked up through the dark fringe of his hair, his dark eyes locking onto yours as he kept playing, his fingers sliding over the frets with agonizing precision.

"look at you." he rasped over the low hum of the guitar, a toxic smile curving his lips. "you're practically dripping just from the sound of it, aren't you?"

"jay, i..." you whispered, your chest heaving, the friction of your own jeans against your aching core becoming completely unbearable. the music was winding you so tight you felt like you were going to snap.

"what is it, sweetheart?" he teased, his fingers plucking a deep chord that sent a literal shiver straight down your spine. "you wanted me to play for you. you've been dreaming about this. watch my hands, y/n. tell me what you want them to do to you."

the agonizing teasing was too much. you leaned forward, your hands gripping his knees, your eyes wide and pleading in the dark. "put it down. please."

jay didn't put the guitar down. instead, he stopped playing, the last distorted note echoing into the dark corners of the room before dying out. he looked down at your hands clutching his knees, his dark eyes glinting with a slow amusement that made your stomach twist.

"put it down?" he murmured, his voice a gravelly rasp. "why would i do that when you're paying such close attention?"

he slowly raised his right hand. pinched between his long fingers was his guitar pick — a small, thin piece of black plastic, still warm from his grip.

you stared at it, your breath hitching as he brought it toward your face. he didn't touch you with his hand. instead, he used the flat edge of the pick to trace the line of your lower lip. he dragged it slowly, deliberately, pulling the sensitive skin down just enough to force a quiet gasp from your mouth.

"you want my hands so bad." he whispered, his eyes locked on your parted lips as he slid the pick down your chin, tracing the sensitive skin of your throat. "but you haven't earned them yet."

the sharp edge of the plastic felt like fire against your heated skin. you shivered, your eyes fluttering shut as he dragged the pick further down, slipping it past the collar of your shirt, tracing the valley between your breasts, and then down, down, until he pressed it firmly against the seam of your jeans.

an agonizing throb bloomed between your thighs. you whined, your hips instinctively twitching upward, begging for the pressure, but jay immediately pulled the pick away, letting out a soft chuckle.

"so impatient." he teased, his voice dropping into a velvet purr. "since you love my music so much, i think we should let the guitar do the work."

before you could process his words, jay reached out. his heavy hands gripped your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he easily lifted you off the edge of the table.

you thought he was pulling you onto his lap. you thought you were finally going to get the friction you were starving for.

but as he sat you down, he didn't pull you against his thighs. instead, he guided you right over the solid body of his electric guitar.

your breath left your lungs in a violent shock. you were straddling the hard wood of the instrument, the cool finish pressing directly against your soaking wet center through the thin fabric of your jeans.

"jay-" you gasped, your hands flying to his broad shoulders to steady yourself.

"shhh." he murmured, his hands wrapping firmly around your hips, pinning you down so you couldn't pull away. "stay right there."

he reached around your body, his long fingers settling over the fretboard and the strings behind you. you were completely caged by his arms, trapped on top of the instrument, your face buried in the crook of his neck. you could smell the intoxicating scent of his warm skin, so close you could taste it.

and then, jay struck a low, heavy chord.

the electric guitar was plugged into the amp on the floor. the distorted sound didn't just fill the room — it vibrated violently through the solid wood of the guitar's body, shooting a physical shockwave of vibration directly into your pelvic bone, straight to your sensitive core.

your back arched off him, a helpless cry tearing from your throat as your head fell back. the unexpected intensity of the vibration sent a blinding wave of pleasure straight to your brain, making your inner thighs tremble uncontrollably.

"do you like that, sweetheart?" jay rasped in your ear, his voice laced with a cruel warmth.

he struck another chord, a slow, dragging rhythm. the vibration hummed continuously against your wet denim, winding you so tight you felt like you were going to snap. you began to move, your hips instinctively grinding down against the hard wood of the guitar, desperate to chase the friction.

but jay's hands tightened on your hips, holding you perfectly still.

"i didn't tell you to move." he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "just take the music."

"please, jay, let me move." you sobbed softly, the denial of friction becoming a literal torture. your core was throbbing, practically weeping against the hard instrument, desperate for any release. "please, i want to slide, let me-"

"tell me what you want." he commanded, his fingers plucking a resonant note that made your entire body shudder against the wood. "say it, y/n. tell me what you're riding."

"your guitar." you cried out, your pride completely shattered, your face burning with a mixture of intense shame and overwhelming arousal. "i'm riding your guitar. please, jay..."

a dangerous chuckle vibrated against your chest. "good girl." he murmured, his grip on your hips finally loosening just a fraction, allowing you to slide. "now show me how desperate you are. ride it for me."

with his hands guiding your hips, you slowly began to shift, dragging your aching center over the vibrating wood of his guitar. every time you moved, he plucked another deep chord, the physical vibrations combining with the friction of your jeans to push you closer and closer to the absolute edge of sanity. you clutched his shoulders, your eyes rolled back, completely ruined, riding his instrument in the dark while he watched your undoing with a victorious smile.

you shifted against the smooth finish, your head thrown back as the continuous vibration of another low chord hummed straight through your pelvic bone. every friction-filled glide of your jeans against the wood was sweet torture, but you couldn't get close enough. you were chasing a release that remained agonizingly out of reach, completely trapped in the rhythm of his hands.

jay watched the desperate tilt of your hips, his eyes dark and dilated in the shadows. he let out a rough hum, the sound vibrating against your chest where your bodies brushed.

"look at you." he rasped, his voice dripping with that toxic satisfaction. "ruined for me. and i haven't even touched you yet."

he kept his left hand on the fretboard, casually holding down a rumbling note that kept the wood buzzing against your wet heat. but his right hand left the strings.

you opened your eyes, blinking past the tears of frustration, and saw him holding that thin, black guitar pick again.

your breath hitched, your hips freezing for a split second. "jay..."

"i didn't tell you to stop, y/n." he murmured, his tone a mocking warning. "keep moving."

you swallowed hard, forced to slowly drag your aching core over the vibrating wood again, your eyes locked onto his fingers.

jay slowly brought his hand down between your bodies, his fingers reaching the button of your jeans. with agonizing slowness, he popped it open. the sound of your zipper being dragged down felt incredibly loud in the quiet room.

he didn't slide his hand inside to cup you. he didn't give you the warm touch of his palm that you were begging for.

instead, his knuckles brushed your stomach as he slipped his hand just inside the parted denim, the cool edge of the plastic pick sliding past the damp lace of your underwear.

the second the thin plastic pressed directly against your swollen clit, you let out a broken sob. your back arched, your fingers digging violently into his shoulders as a blinding jolt of pleasure shot straight to your core.

"so wet." jay whispered, his voice a dark purr right against your ear.

he didn't move his hand away. as you instinctively tried to push your hips forward into the pressure, his fingers held the pick perfectly still, letting the flat edge of the plastic press firmly against your sensitive bud. at the same time, his other hand plucked another deep chord on the guitar.

the double assault was completely overwhelming. the wood vibrated violently against your pelvic bone while the thin plastic pick teased the most sensitive point of your core.

"slide for me, baby." he commanded softly, his grip on your hips tightening just enough to guide you. "rub yourself right against the pick, y/n. let me feel how much you actually want it."

you cried out, the humiliating filth of his words sending a fresh wave of heat down your thighs. but you couldn't stop. you were entirely unraveled, completely at his mercy. you slowly shifted your hips, dragging yourself over the vibrating guitar body while the hard edge of his pick scraped and teased over your dripping heat with every agonizing movement.

"please, jay." you wept, your forehead pressing into his neck as you frantically chased the edge, your inner thighs shaking so hard you could barely hold yourself up over the instrument. "please... it's too much."

"it's exactly what you wanted, sweetheart." he rasped, his eyes watching your face with possessive intensity. he dragged the flat edge of the pick slowly up and down, parting your sensitive folds, coating the plastic in your own slick moisture while the guitar kept humming beneath you. "show me how much you can take before you break."

he brought the slick guitar pick back down, but he didn't slide it. instead, he pressed the very tip of the plastic right against the swollen center of your pleasure. he began to vibrate his hand with the same rapid motion he used to shred on stage, turning the plastic pick into a dizzying blur against your clit.

the sensation was so sharp, so violently intense, that your vision literally went black at the edges. you screamed, your hips bucking frantically against his grip, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. but his hands on your hips were like iron bands, locking you down, forcing you to take every single agonizing vibration.

"jay! please, please- i'm going to-" you cried out, your fingers clawing desperately at the leather of his jacket, tears finally spilling over your hot cheeks.

"mmh? " he teased as he kept his hand vibrating against you, pushing you closer and closer to a messy peak.

in a fleeting second, he stopped his hand, holding the pick perfectly still, pressing it hard against your throbbing bud. you gasped, hovering on the very brink of your orgasm, your body trembling, completely suspended in mid-air.

"fuck, jay!" you wept, your voice breaking, completely ruined, any ounce of your dignity long gone, scattered on the floor of his dark loft. "please let me. please, jay."

jay stared up at you, his dark eyes flashing with a heavy hunger that finally burned away the mocking amusement. his chest was heaving now, his own breathing ragged as he took in the sight of you — completely stripped of your defenses, crying and begging for him, entirely his.

but he didn’t budge. he kept his hand absolutely still, holding you hostage on the very peak of the cliff, your body trembling so violently the guitar strings beneath you hummed a chaotic note.

he leaned forward, his face close enough that his warm, tobacco-scented breath brushed your wet cheek. the dark smirk on his lips was entirely devoid of pity.

"crying over a guitar pick. you’re so easy it’s almost boring, y/n." he whispered, a low chuckle scraping against your ear.

a sob caught in your throat, your fingers clenching the leather of his jacket. the sheer humiliation of his words burned, but the ache between your thighs was a screaming demand, drowning out every shred of your dignity. "jay... i can't... i need-"

"what do you need?" he interrupted smoothly, his silver-ringed fingers gently tapping the side of your neck, right over your throbbing pulse. "tell me exactly how pathetic you are right now. let me hear it."

you shook your head, trying to hide your face in his shoulder, but he caught your chin in a firm grip, forcing you to look into his ruthless eyes.

"say it." he commanded, his voice dropping into a dangerous, quiet purr. "tell me you're just a desperate slut begging for whatever crumbs i feel like giving you."

"i'm... i'm desperate. i’ve been waiting for so long, jay." you wept, the words tasting like ash and fire on your tongue. "please, please let me come..."

his dark eyes flared with a predatory satisfaction. "my patient girl. that’s it." he rasped, the praise dripping with toxic sweetness.

he didn't remove the pick. instead, he gripped your hips with bruising force, pinning you down, and struck one final chord on the guitar. at the very same instant, his hand holding the pick flicked sharply, dragging the flat edge hard against your overstimulated clit.

the dual explosion of the violent vibration and his sharp touch shattered you. a loud, broken moan tore from your throat as your body bucked wildly against his hands. a violent orgasm crashed over you, your inner thighs spasming uncontrollably as you flooded the hard wood of his instrument. you clutched him like a drowning person, your face buried in his neck, sobbing through the exhausting intensity of the release.

jay didn't move. he just held you tightly against him, letting you shiver and break, listening to your ragged gasps with a quiet hum.

when the worst of the tremors finally began to fade, leaving you hollow and completely spent, he slowly let go of your hips. he reached down, casually tossing the wet guitar pick onto the table, before sliding his hands under your thighs and lifting you off the instrument.

he set the guitar aside, letting it clatter carelessly against the floor, and pulled your limp body directly onto his lap. you slumped against his chest, too weak to even lift your head.

jay slowly ran his fingers through your hair, his touch surprisingly gentle, though his voice remained laced with that same mocking warmth.

"look at the mess you made of my guitar, sweetheart." he murmured, his breath hot against your ear as he pressed a possessive kiss to your temple. "i guess you're going to have to clean that up, too. but first..."

his hand slid down your back, his fingers digging into the bare skin of your hip, pulling you flush against the hard bulge of his jeans. "you're going to have to thank me."

you shivered against him, your forehead still pressed into his neck as your chest rose and fell in shallow gasps. below you, the thick ridge of his jeans pressed right against your freshly ruined core.

the contrast was absolute torture. every tiny twitch of his thighs sent a jolt of electricity straight to your overstimulated nerves, making your hips shudder helplessly on his lap.

"i'm waiting, y/n." jay murmured. his large hand slid up your thigh, his calloused thumb digging deliberately into the sensitive flesh of your inner leg, forcing them wider. "where is my thank you?"

you swallowed hard, your throat tight with a humiliating mixture of tears and burning lust. you wanted to fight him. you wanted to claw at his chest and scream at him for being so unbelievably cruel. but you were too far gone. he had stripped away every single defense you had, leaving you completely raw.

"thank you..." you whispered, your voice cracking pathetically. "thank you, jay."

a condescending chuckle vibrated against your chest. jay tilted his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a look of pure triumph. "is that it?" he rasped, his hand sliding further up, his fingers brushing the wet warmth between your thighs, making you gasp and arch into his hand. "sounds a little half-hearted. especially after you made such a disgusting mess of my gear."

"jay, please." you begged, your hands clenching the leather of his jacket as you desperately ground your hips down against his hand, trying to force his fingers inside you. "i can't... please, i need you. inside me. now."

"you're so greedy." he purred, his fingers teasing the very edge of your wetness but refusing to slide in, intentionally keeping you hovering on the edge of madness. "you spent months pretending you weren’t even looking at me, and now you’re begging like a dog on my lap. do you want to feel how big i am compared to that little plastic toy? is that it?"

"fuck, jay. please." you begged, completely abandoned to the filth of his words.

that did it. the last thread of jay's mocking restraint finally snapped. his dark eyes flared with a vicious hunger, his breathing turning incredibly heavy. in one swift, incredibly rough motion, he grabbed your waist and flipped you over, slamming your back flat against the leather couch. the impact knocked the wind out of your lungs, but before you could even inhale, jay was hovering over you, his heavy body pinning you down.

he didn't waste any time. he reached down and aggressively ripped his belt open, the metallic clinking of his buckle sounding incredibly loud in the dark room. he shoved his jeans down, exposing his pulsing cock, already slick and fully prepared to ruin you.

"you said you've been waiting for this for months, right?" jay rasped, his voice entirely stripped of its quiet playfulness. he grabbed both of your knees, brutally pushing them up toward your chest, exposing you completely beneath him. "let's see if you can actually handle it, or if you're just all talk."

"jay-"

you didn't even get to finish his name. jay leaned down, his large hand wrapping firmly around your throat to keep you still, and plunged himself straight into you in one deep, merciless thrust.

a choked cry tore from your throat as your eyes rolled back. he was massive, stretching you to your absolute limit, filling the aching void that had been torturing you for weeks. the friction was so intense, so violently good, that your hips immediately tried to rise to meet him.

but jay kept you pinned, his hand on your throat tightening just enough to command your absolute obedience. "don't move." he growled, a possessive sneer on his lips as he began to pull back and thrust into you again, harder this time. the slapping sound of his skin against yours filled the quiet loft, dirty and loud. "just lie there and take it."

he began to pace himself with a brutal rhythm, his thrusts heavy and deep, bottoming out against you with a force that made the entire couch shake. every time he slammed into you, his silver rings bit into the skin of your hips, leaving bruises that would remind you of this night for weeks.

"look at me." he commanded roughly, slamming into you so hard your head bounced against the leather cushion. "look at me while i finally fuck you, y/n."

you opened your tear-filled eyes, staring up at his beautiful face. he looked absolutely lethal in the dim light — his jaw clenched, sweat dripping down his neck, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a consuming intensity. he was mocking you, degrading you, treating you like nothing more than a place to release his own dirty urges, and yet you had never felt so utterly alive.

"you're so tight." jay growled, his pace turning fast and frantic, his control finally fracturing under the sheer heat of your wet walls crushing around him. he leaned down, his mouth catching yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading your mouth just as roughly as his lower half was splitting you open.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in as deep as he could possibly go, a shattered moan muffling against his lips. he bit down hard on your bottom lip before pulling back just enough to look down at you, his breathing heavy and ragged, his hips never slowing down for a single second.

"you really thought you were subtle, didn't you?" he rasped, his voice dripping with that arrogant tone as he slammed back into you, making your entire body jolt against the leather. "every single thursday night. standing in the shadowy corner behind the bar, pretending to clean the same spot on the counter for twenty minutes straight."

your eyes widened slightly through your tears, a soft sob breaking out of your chest as his words laid you completely bare.

"i saw you every fucking time, y/n." he growled, a wicked smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he thrust deeper, hitting that exact sensitive spot inside you until your toes curled. "watching my hands on the fretboard. biting your lip like a pathetic little stalker. wondering if i'd ever notice you."

"jay..." you choked out, your hands digging into his shoulders, trying to endure the agonizing perfection of his relentless rhythm.

"i knew exactly what you were doing." he purred, leaning down to drag his teeth over your sensitive pulse point while his lower half brutally worked you open. "i let you sit there and starve on purpose. and look at you now, so fucking desperate you're taking every inch of me on my couch."

he tightened his hand around your throat, not enough to cut off your air, but just enough to force your head back as his thrusts turned fast, brutal, and completely merciless. the sound of your wet center clinging to him mixed with the heavy creak of the couch frame echoed loudly through the dark loft.

"tell me i was worth the wait." he commanded roughly, his dark eyes burning into yours as he pounded into you with relentless force. "tell me how much better this is than your little fantasies."

"it's... fuck, jay, it's so much better." you sobbed, completely unraveled, your hips desperately lifting to meet every devastating strike of his body. "please... don't stop..."

"i'm not stopping until i completely ruin you." he growled against your skin.

he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up even wider, and drove himself in so hard your vision blurred. the sudden angle sent a blinding spike of pure ecstasy straight to your core. your inner walls squeezed him violently, contracting in am uncontrollable spasm.

jay let out a guttural curse, his jaw clenching as your tightness threatened to snap his restraint. "yeah, just like that. squeeze me, sweetheart. show me how much you needed this."

the words were still vibrating against your skin when your vision completely shattered into white-hot sparks. you let out a broken scream, your fingers clawing violently at his shoulders, tearing at his shirt as the orgasm ripped through you. your inner walls clamped down on his thick length like a vice, pulsing in frantic waves that made him growl out loud, his neck straining as he fought his own release.

but jay didn't let you enjoy the finish. he didn't slow down, and he didn't give you a single second to breathe. instead, he kept driving himself into you, his heavy hips slamming against yours with a brutal force, mercilessly pounding straight into your freshly oversensitive core.

"f-fuck, jay! stop- please. too much!" you sobbed, your head thrashing against the leather cushion as the pleasure turned so sharp it was almost painful. every heavy thrust felt like electricity shooting straight to your brain.

"stop?" he mocked, a cruel laugh escaping his lips. he leaned down, his sweat dripping onto your chest, his dark eyes wide and completely feral in the shadows. "when you spent months begging for this?"

he hit that deep spot again, hard, as you let out a high whine, your thighs shaking so violently they were practically vibrating.

"look at you." he rasped, his voice dripping with absolute satisfaction. "so fucking pathetic. crying and shaking over my cock like it's the only thing keeping you alive. is it, y/n? is this the only thing you've been thinking about while you were serving my band?"

"jay…" you wept, completely stripped of any remaining self-respect, your hands clutching helplessly at his hair. "yes, jay, please..."

"such a dirty little thing." he purred, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips, leaving deep marks as he kept up the punishing pace. "you're making a fucking mess of my leather, fuck."

you couldn't even answer him. all you could do was let out useless whimpers as he mercilessly worked you over, his heavy body crushing you into the cushions. the relentless friction of your overstimulated clit against his pelvis was too much. another wave of heat started building immediately, tighter and even more desperate than the first.

"that's it." jay growled, his own breathing turning incredibly shallow, his chest heaving as he felt your inner walls starting to spasm tightly around him again. "come again for me. let me feel how easy you are."

he grabbed your other leg, shoving both of your knees practically to your chest, folding you completely in half as he delivered three final, devastatingly deep thrusts.

your voice broke completely, a shattered sob tearing from your throat as you crashed over the edge for a second time, your core clenching around him in a tight grip. the sheer intensity of your climax finally broke jay's remaining control. he let out a guttural roar, his body locking up as he gave one last, bruising thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside you as he flooded you with his hot release.

"fucking hell, y/n…" jay moaned as he finished inside you, completely breathless, locking his dark eyes onto yours with a terrifyingly intimate intensity.

the quiet that followed didn't feel like relief. it dropped over the dark loft like lead, drowning out the electric hum of the amp on the floor.

for a long moment, he didn't pull away. his weight stayed heavy against you, his forehead pressed into the crook of your neck, his chest heaving in ragged pulses that mirrored your own. the arrogant edge in his posture had fractured — just for a fraction of a second — leaving only the harsh heat of his skin and the violent rhythm of his pulse hammering against your jaw.

in the dark, you couldn't tell where the friction ended and the silence began. you lay there trapped beneath him, your heart thrashing against your ribs, desperately searching his face for any slip in his composure, any proof that he had lost himself to you as completely as you had lost yourself to him.

then, slowly, the dark closed back in.

jay lifted his head. the amber streetlamp light filtered through the rain-streaked windowpane, catching the sharp contour of his jaw and the damp fringe of hair clinging to his forehead. the feral hunger that had consumed him vanished as quickly as it had arrived, slipping smoothly back behind that unbothered calm.

he slid his hand slowly up your throat, his thumb dragging across the flushed heat of your cheek with gentle weight. he didn't say a word right away. he just stared down at you, taking in the absolute ruin of your posture, the lingering tremble in your legs, the quiet tears drying on your temples.

he had given you everything you had spent agonizing months starving for. he had pulled you into the dark and undone you piece by piece.

as he finally leaned down, his lips brushed the shell of your ear, his voice dropping into a teasing whisper that made your stomach twist.

"let's see if you can still look away next thursday, sweetheart."

“Hungry?”

Her tiny head shook a ‘no’. Her lower lip pushed further into a heartbreaking pout.

“Is my baby tired?”

She shook her head again.

He kissed her tiny button nose. “Miss mama?”

No. She answered again by shaking her head.

“Right? You’re a big girl now. Mama will come soon and then we’ll have a big meal with her, right?”

She nodded. For a split second, he thought that’s it. She’s just missing her mama. But then her tiny, chunky body fell into his body, her head nestled into the crook of neck.

His eyebrows furrowed in worry. She looked so sad. So heartbroken. He was getting worried.

“Then why are you so sad, baby?” His hand stroke her hair as he pressed a kiss on her forehead.

“Dada, unwle?” She mumbled in her baby language. Nonetheless, Jake understood her, he always did.

“Baby, they’re just taking a break. They’re gonna come back in any minute.”

Just on cue, the door to the practice room opened. Jaein’s tiny head shot up from her daddy’s shoulder where she had been resting—completely fallen into melancholy.

Sunoo appeared with a big smile, his eyes creased from excitement. “Look what I got you, baby Jaein!” He pulled her favorite snack out of his pocket.

But she just shook her head and slumped back into her daddy’s arms.

Sunoo squinted his eyes, “what’s wrong with her?”

Jake shrugged his shoulders softly, cautious not to disturb her. “I think she’s just tired.”

Which didn’t make any sense. She had just taken a nap. She had also had her meal. Her mommy came in quickly before, where Jaein had made it clear that she wanted to stay with her daddy and uncles.

What could be wrong now?

Worriedly, he rested his hand on her forehead. She doesn’t have a fever.

The next two members came in. Her tiny head shot up again. Hopeful, big eyes glanced at them.

Jay and Jungwon.

Jake smiled softly, “ah… you just missed your uncles? Look they’re here.” He kissed the side of her head as she was still glancing at the two members.

Jay heard it and noticed her look immediately. “Did my niece miss me?” He cooed as he crouched down, wanting to scoop her in his arms. His eyes sparkled nothing but pure warmth and love for his baby niece.

Her round, big eyes looked at him for few seconds. As if she was debating whether to stay sad in the warm cocoon of her daddy’s embrace or to enjoy some fun with her uncle.

But then—as if she remembered something—she hid her face in Jake’s neck. Her tiny arms wrapped around his neck as she shook her head.

Jay’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, “eng?”

Sunghoon entered the practice room with a loud, uncle-like groan, clapping his hands dramatically. “Cha! Let’s start practice again, guys. Break time is over!”

However, his loud voice surprised the little baby. She flinched in Jake’s arms, her chubby hands curled into his hoodie. Her sad pout trembled as she whimpered quietly. But still not full on crying.

Jake’s arms tightened protectively around her.

“Hyung! You startled Jaein!” Sunoo hissed quietly in annoyance.

“Oh- sorry, Jaein.” Sunghoon whispered. He went to her and soothingly rubbed her squishy cheek. She looked at him, breaking his heart when he saw her teary eyes.

“What’s wrong? Is she hurt?” He immediately asked, his tone cautious now.

Jake shook his head. “I think she was just sad because you guys weren’t here. She asked for her uncles. Right, baby?” He whispered softly in her ear, followed by a gentle kiss on the shell of her tiny, soft ear.

The four members cooed in unison.

“You just missed your uncles. But look. Now they’re here again. Hm? You can play with them now.” But her face stayed buried in the crook of his neck.

Sunghoon’s heart clenched painfully as he stood up. “She looks so… sad.”

Jake rubbed her tiny back. “Maybe she misses Niki?” After all, Niki was her favorite uncle. Even if the member acted as if they denied it, deep down everyone knew Niki always took care of Jaein the most and that Jaein always went to him first.

Speaking of the devil, Niki entered the room. “I’m back.” He announced.

“Ya, Niki!” Jay spoke, “your niece is missing you.”

An immediate smile spread on the youngest’s face. “Ey~ my baby missed me?” He chuckled happily.

He crouched down beside her, big palms inviting her to be picked up.

She peeked curiously out of her comfort hideout. “Hm?” He smiled softly.

Jake let out a soft breath he didn’t know he was holding when she untangled herself from her daddy to be picked up by her favourite uncle.

“Yess~~” Niki cheered, “that’s right, my precious, cutie pie niece missed me.” Both boys stood up from the ground now. Niki bounced the little girl in his hold, happy to be the chosen one.

But his smile vanished rather quickly when he noticed that she was still on the verge of crying.

“Baby?” He whispered. A pout formed on his own face. “She still looks so sad, hyung.”

“What could be wrong?” Jungwon tilted his head, wrecking his brain to find a reason.

Then she turned to her daddy again. As if she changed her mind, her baby arms reached out for him. “Dada.”

Jake nestled her in his arms again. “I’m here, baby.” He soothingly patted her back.

“Dada, unwle?” She said with a trembling voice.

“They’re all here, baby. Look.” He turned her towards the members so that she could see everyone.

He was so confused. What’s with her?

Suddenly, she wiggled her body to signal to him that she didn’t want to be held anymore. He gently set her down.

With wobbly legs, she hastily ran towards the other side of the practice room.

Eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched her determinedly walk to where various equipments of the members were.

His heart dropped in his stomach when she reached the piano.

Oh.

Jaein patted the piano bench repeatedly with her little chunky, dimpled hand.

“Dada.”

Instantly, tears welled up in Jake’s eyes.

“Oh.” Niki let out a whisper. His hands formed into tight fists.

Her tiny pout trembled as she continued to pat the bench.

“Dada. Unwle.”

A painful lump formed in Jay’s throat as the word stabbed right into his heart.

Jungwon looked at the ground shamefully to hide his teary eyes.

The crease between Sunghoon’s eyebrows deepened as he painfully realized what she meant.

“Dada, unwle.”

A sob escaped Sunoo’s mouth. He didn’t mean to. But the sight broke him into million pieces.

The memory of Jaein sitting there beside him. Settling her in his lap to teach her some notes. Playing soft lullabies for her whenever she got tired and was about to fall asleep.

She didn’t forget. She remembered. She noticed that he was missing.

The hollow, dark pit in Jake’s stomach spread out through his whole body.

With trembling hands, he went to his babygirl and scooped her up.

It’s only when she saw her daddy’s sad face, she broke out in tears.

His arms were wrapped tightly around her small body.

She didn’t deserve this. She was too small. Too fragile.

He wanted to protect her from the sorrow. Act as if nothing had changed.

He wouldn’t have thought she would notice it immediately.

He wouldn’t have thought she would be this sad.

“It’s okey, it’s okey.” He hid her teary, wet face in his neck. Her whole tiny body trembled in his arms as she sobbed and sobbed.

“Dada, unwle!” She cried and cried.

And he didn’t understand why she was crying so much.

“Baby. Why are you crying?” He tried to speak firmly, but his voice betrayed him with a crack.

“Unwle! Unwle! Unwle!” She screamed, her cries never stopping.

“Baby.” He tried again. His arms tightened even more.

His hand patted her back, trying to soothe. “Shh… it’s okey. It’s okey.” He whispered as he planted a kiss on her head.

Why is she so sad? She has so many other uncles.

“You have so many uncles, baby.” He whispered. But his heart tightened.

He blinked his eyes repeatedly. The hot tears and the knot in his throat annoyed him so much.

Why am I so sad? I still have so many other brothers.

“You have me, baby.” He added. “Hm? Dada is not going anywhere.”

He rested his cheek on her head. The soothing motion on her trembling back never stopped.

I still have her.

He couldn’t speak anymore. The pain in his throat was hurting too much.

So he just continued to hold her tightly and pat her tiny back.

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I miss him so much. I know he’s not dead but it’s the fact that enhypen will never be the same that’s making me miss enhypen sm. Everything happened so suddenly and unexpectedly. It will definitely take a while to accept the situation. I’m still in denial.

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From the moment you'd moved into town with your parents, he had caught your eye. It wasn't just the broad shoulders earned from years of tilling soil or the way his hair caught the light, it was his inherent goodness. When you first met, you could tell he found you utterly intimidating because you were a whirlwind of city boldness he wasn't quite prepared for.

"Are all the boys in this town as cute as you, or did I just get lucky?" You had asked him that very first week, leaning against the fence of his family's pasture.

The way his face had blushed so red he looked like a ripe tomato became your new favorite sight. You loved making him blush, you loved the way he'd stammer and look at his boots, just entirely disarmed by your forwardness.

Eventually, you'd convinced him to take you to his favorite spot in town, which was a secluded bend in the creek where the water ran clear and the willow trees created some kind of private canopy. You remember the way he gasped when you began unbuttoning your blouse without a word of warning, unapologetically shedding your clothes until you stood bare in your underwear in the speckled sunlight.

"Oh Lord!" His eyes wide before he violently whipped around to face the trees. "That...that's real inappropriate! Someone could see you!"

"The only someone here is you, Jakey," you'd laughed as you waded further into the water. The cool creek gripped your skin and you turned back to see him still standing with his back to you stiff as a board. "Come on in. The water's perfect and I promise I won't bite...unless you want me to."

He'd gave one last scared look around the empty clearing, checking for any stray neighbors or family members before he finally started fumbling with his own buttons. He followed you into the water, his movements hesitant and shy, a true testament to the good boy you were so intent on corrupting.

The water was so cool against your skin but the heat he was carrying as he finally sloshed towards you was undeniable. When you wrapped your legs around his waist and locked your arms behind his neck, the splashing water between you felt like static electricity. He looked at you like someone caught between wonder and fear, his large hands carefully hanging over your hips before finally settling there.

"You're gonna kill me, aren't ya?" he breathed, his voice was thick with a nervous but boyish charm. "My heart's thumping so hard I reckon the whole town can hear it."

Not giving him a chance to overthink it too much, you kissed him hard, tasting the fresh water and the sweetness of the moment. When you finally pulled back, all breathless and grinning, Jake didn't let go. His gaze was steady for the first time like was suddenly so level headed by a quiet determination.

"Be my girl?" he whispered and you couldn't deny that the question carried the weight of a lifelong promise. "Properly. Just you and me."

"Yes, Jake," you'd laughed, sealing the deal with another kiss. "I'll be your girl."

Since that day, you had made it your personal mission to test the limits of his good boy upbringing, weeks had passed and as the summer heat heightened, so did your boldness. You knew exactly what you were doing when you wore your shortest daisy dukes to help him in the barn or when you'd make a show of bending over to pick up a fallen tool just so he'd catch a glimpse of your cleavage in your milkmaid top. You'd watch him from the corner of your eye, giggling at the way he'd wipe sweat from his brow and mutter a silent prayer like a sinner in church.

The farmhouse became your favorite playground for these games, you loved to corner him in the dimly lit pantry or behind the heavy oak door of the mudroom, pressing your body flush against his and pulling him into deep kisses. You'd push your tongue into his mouth to taste his surprise and the way he'd let out a shaky huff into the back of your throat.

In those moments, Jake's hands would tremble against your waist cause his mind was a whirlwind of desire but also restraint. He had to keep reminding himself, through the fog of his own mounting hunger, that his mama raised him better than this. He was determined to be the gentleman she had raised, even if you were doing everything in your power to make him forget his own name.

The night you finally had sex, the sky was a clear navy blue with the distant chirping of crickets, it was a perfect backdrop for the date Jake had so meticulously planned. He had lined the bed of his pickup truck with soft blankets and a picnic basket, trying to create a moment as sweet and wholesome as his intentions. But as you sat there under the vast evening sky, the sweetness was quickly overshadowed by a strain that had been building for weeks.

"You're too good to me, Jakey," you whispered and reached over to kiss him.

The kiss had started off soft, like a thank you for the effort but in a flash, it shifted. The weeks of teasing in the barn and the stolen moments in the farmhouse added up in an eager need. Before he could even offer you a sandwich or an iced tea, you were straddling his lap and your fingers were fumbling with the buttons of his work shirt.

When the fabric finally fell away, you took a sharp breath and took in the sight of him. His chest and abs were carved from years of hauling hay and tilling the earth, he was built from honest, grueling farm work that left him looking like a god in the sunset. He was so hot it made your head spin.

"Please," you begged against his neck as you kissed down it. "Jake, please...I don't wanna wait anymore. Just take me."

Jake's hands were shaking as they rested on your hips but he still looked at you with nothing but devotion. "Darlin', I...Are you sure, ma? Don’t wanna hurt ya," he stammered. While he'd had his fair share of girls in the back of this truck, all meaningless flings that never quite reached his heart—you were entirely different. You weren't just another girl from town, you were his and the heat of your body in his lap paired with the scent of your skin, was making him dizzy, like he was trapped in the terrifying space between his upbringing and the all consuming need to finally make you his.

In the cramped, intimate space of the truck bed, he managed to shift you and position himself, lining his cock with your sopping cunt. As he finally began to push into you, the reality of his size became clear—your boyfriend was so girthy and long, a product of nature that your body wasn't quite prepared for.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as the sensation of being filled so completely made your vision blur.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, sweet thing," Jake breathed and paused to press his forehead against yours as he searched your eyes for any sign that you wanted him to stop. He looked devastated at the thought of causing you any distress, his hands framed your face with absolute reverence. "You alright? I'll stop, I swear, just tell me..."

"Don't stop," you said to him before pulling him back down for a kiss. "Please, Jakey. Don't stop."

Reassured by your touch, he began to move again, thrusting his hip upward as his apologies began to turn into soft, worshipful murmurs of your name while he navigated the beautiful reality of your first time together. It wasn't perfect and it was definitely a far cry from the proper night his mama might have imagined for him but in the back of that truck, with the world narrowed down to the heat of his skin against yours, it was everything.

Jake's hands clamped onto your hips, the strength he'd developed from years of laboring on the farm trying to ground you as he began to bounce you up and down on his length. The pace was so unforgiving, it had your whole body shaking uncontrollably.

He looked up at you with a playful but slightly wicked gleam in his eyes that you hadn't seen before. "Not so mouthy now, are ya, peach?" he teased. "Where'd all that city girl boldness go?".

You let out a broken whimper at his words, letting your head fall back because the thrust of him hitting that perfect spot inside you head on made it impossible for you to form a coherent thought. But then, the playfulness vanished from his face and when you caught a sight of him through your tightly squeezed eyes, all you saw was an intensity so raw it made your heart skip a beat.

"I love you," he confessed abruptly but it sounded more like a vow than a sentence.

The words hit you harder than the physical sensation from how good he was fucking you. You gasped and your eyes snapped open to find him watching you with a panicked look—as if he was terrified he'd ruined the moment by being too serious. Instead of pulling away like he had expected you to, you gripped his shoulders and started to bounce even harder, using the momentum to take every thick inch of him.

"I love you too, Jakey!" you cried out with your voice cracking from the weight of your own admission.

A look of unfiltered relief and joy broke across his face. "Oh lord," he groaned, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you down flush against his chest. "I'm gonna marry you. I'm gonna marry the hell out of you."

You didn’t get a chance to respond because he crashed his lips against yours in a kiss that tasted like a lifelong commitment, right there in the bed of his pickup truck.

The shock of his proposal and the unguarded honesty in his voice sent a fresh wave of arousal to your core, making you cling to him as the world narrowed down to the sound of his heavy breathing and the plap plap plap of his thighs hitting your ass. He looked at you with such consuming passion that any lingering embarrassment from your first time together completely evaporated.

"You mean that?" you whispered, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw as the first tremors of your release began to ripple through you.

"Every word, peach," Jake promised, his hands sliding up from your waist to cup your face with a reverence that had you feeling like he saw you as a goddess of some sort. "I’m gon’ make you my wife."

He drove up into you one last time, a deep, final thrust that sealed the promise. You cried out his name into the quiet country night, your body arching and spasming as you came, followed closely by Jake, who huffed over and over into your shoulder as he found his own release and filled you up.

When the quiet of the valley settled back around the pickup truck, he pulled a blanket over both of your damp bodies and tucked you against his chest. He kissed the top of your head, resting his large hand protectively over your heart. Out here, under the canopy of stars and surrounded by the land he had worked his whole life, the sheltered farm boy had found exactly what he didn't know he was looking for.

"I reckon I should ask your pops for your hand now," he murmured with a happy grin, finally closing his eyes and holding you tight as if you were the most precious harvest he'd ever gathered.

nene’s note ── farm boy jake who loves the shit out of me? sign me uppppppp, i’m posting a lot cause im gonna be hella busy next week

© nephynes 2026

he kisses like he has all the time in the world and yet can’t get enough, tongue sliding against yours in lazy strokes that make your head spin. you sigh into his mouth, fingers threading through his dark hair, tugging lightly the way he likes. he groans softly, the sound vibrating between you.

curious and a little greedy, your hands wander lower, sliding from his shoulders down his chest. his shirt is unbuttoned halfway — a casualty of earlier teasing — and your palms press flat against the firm warmth of his pecs. you squeeze experimentally, thumbs brushing over the flat discs of his nipples, and jay jolts like he’s been shocked.

a sharp, broken inhale escapes him. his hips twitch up against yours involuntarily, and the kiss falters for half a second.

you pull back just enough to look at him, lips still brushing. “jay?”

his cheeks are flushed, eyes darker than usual, pupils blown wide. he tries to play it cool, clearing his throat. “nothing. keep going.”

but you’re not stupid. you repeat the motion — slower this time, thumbs circling his nipples deliberately. they harden instantly under your touch, and jay’s head falls back against the couch with a low, wrecked sound.

“fuck,” he breathes, voice rough. “they’re… sensitive.”

your heart skips. a rush of heat floods through you as the realization sinks in. park jongseong — calm, teasing, always-in-control jay — has sensitive nipples. the discovery feels like unlocking a secret weapon. you test it again, pinching one lightly between thumb and forefinger, and his reaction is immediate: a full-body shiver, fingers digging harder into your hips, a quiet whimper slipping out before he can swallow it.

“oh my god,” you whisper, fascinated. “you really like that.”

he doesn’t deny it. instead he pulls you back down into a kiss that’s suddenly much messier, more desperate. from that moment on, nothing is ever the same.

after that night, you become obsessed.

there are no more dull moments when you’re together. you find excuses to touch him there constantly. during a movie night when you’re curled up against his side, your hand slips under his hoodie without warning, fingers seeking out the soft, squishy flesh of his pecs. you knead them gently, thumbs flicking over his nipples until they pebble, and jay’s breath hitches mid-sentence, the popcorn bowl nearly forgotten in his lap.

“baby,” he mutters, voice strained, but he doesn’t stop you. if anything, he arches slightly into your touch, chest pushing forward like he’s offering himself up.

in public it’s subtler but still dangerous. a quick hug hello turns into your palms pressing against his chest “by accident,” pinching lightly through his shirt when no one’s looking. his ears go red every single time, jaw clenching as he fights to keep a straight face while talking to sunghoon or whoever else is around. you love the power of it — how this composed man turns into putty the second your hands find his chest.

makeout sessions become something else entirely.

you push him against the wall one afternoon after work, hands already working his shirt open before the door even clicks shut. your mouth trails from his lips to his neck, then lower, while your fingers never leave his pecs — squeezing, rolling his nipples, pinching just hard enough to make his knees weaken. jay moans openly now, head back against the wall, hips grinding helplessly against yours.

“you’re going to kill me,” he pants, but his hands cradle the back of your head like he never wants you to stop. “fuck, i love when you play with them.”

you hum in satisfaction and latch your mouth onto one nipple, sucking hard. jay’s hand flies to your hair, gripping tight as a broken whimper escapes him. you lick and bite gently, alternating sides, leaving faint red marks that bloom into soft hickeys by the next morning. he never complains. if anything, he wears the collar of his shirts a little lower those days, like he secretly hopes you’ll do it again.

the obsession peaks during sex.

one night you’re riding him slow and deep, the room filled with the wet sounds of skin and heavy breathing. jay’s hands are everywhere — on your ass, your waist, your breasts — but you can tell he’s holding back, eyes glassy with pleasure. you lean down, changing the angle, and drag your nails lightly over his chest before pinching both nipples at once.

jay’s reaction is visceral. his back arches clean off the bed, a loud, needy moan ripping from his throat. “shit— baby, please—”

“please what?” you ask sweetly, rolling your hips while continuing to toy with him. you pinch and tug, then soothe with your palms, squeezing the soft muscle of his pecs.

his eyes squeeze shut, lips parted. “touch me there… harder. fuck, i love your hands on my chest. don’t stop— please don’t stop.”

he begs so prettily it makes you dizzy. and you give him exactly what he wants — licking broad stripes over his nipples, sucking them into your mouth until they’re swollen and glistening, biting down just enough to make him hiss and thrust up into you harder. you cover his chest in hickeys, little purple marks that claim him as yours. every time you press on one later, he’ll shiver and pull you in for a kiss.

and jay, never one to be outdone, returns the favor with devastating enthusiasm.

the first time he does it, you’re on your back, legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you deep and steady. he moves his head closer, mouth latching onto your nipple without warning, sucking hard while his fingers play with the other. the dual sensation makes you cry out, back arching.

“jay—!”

he lifts his head just enough to smirk, eyes dark. “not so fun when it’s you, huh?” but his voice is wrecked, and he immediately goes back to it — licking, sucking, gently biting, mirroring everything you do to him. his hands knead your breasts possessively, thumbs flicking over your nipples until you’re shaking and clenching around him.

from then on it becomes mutual worship. lazy mornings turn into both of you tangled together, hands and mouths on each other’s chests, trading moans and whispers. he loves sucking on yours until you’re dripping and desperate, then sliding into you while still latched on. you love reducing him to whimpers and pleas by playing with his sensitive pecs until he’s rutting into you like he can’t control himself.

“you’re obsessed,” he teases one night, voice rough as you straddle him again, palms already cupping his chest, thumbs circling.

you pinch lightly and watch his eyes flutter. “says the guy who begs me to touch his tits every time we fuck.”

jay laughs breathlessly, the sound cutting off into a groan when you lean down and suck one nipple into your mouth. his hands fly to your ass, pulling you down onto him.

“guilty,” he admits, hips snapping up. “they’re yours now. do whatever you want.”

and you do. every chance you get.

there will never be a dull moment again.

© jongst4r, 2026

You were already in his bed, wearing only his favorite oversized black shirt that barely reached mid thigh. The moment he closed the door behind him, you moved.You rose to your knees, caught his wrist, and pulled him down onto the mattress with you. Heeseung let out a soft, surprised chuckle, his deep voice rumbling.“Missed me that bad, baby?” he murmured, settling back against the pillows as you climbed over him.

But you didn’t answer with words. Instead, your hand slipped into his sweatpants, wrapping around his half hard length. He inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering for a second as you stroked him slowly to full hardness. Within moments he was thick and heavy in your palm, veins pulsing under your fingers. You pushed his waistband down just enough, positioned yourself over him, and sank down in one smooth, deliberate motion.

Heeseung’s cock stretched you open, filling you completely until your ass rested against his thighs, every inch buried deep inside your warm, wet heat. No thrusts no bouncing just staying perfectly still with him sheathed to the hilt.

“Fuck—” Heeseung’s voice broke into a low groan, his hands flying to your hips instantly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as if to ground himself. His eyes widened, dark and intense, locking onto yours with that signature leader intensity. His chest rose and fell rapidly, breath already ragged. “Y/N you’re so fucking warm so tight around me right now.”

For a long moment, neither of you moved. The only sounds were your mingled breathing and the faint wet sound of your bodies adjusting to each other. Heeseung’s cock twitched hard inside you, thickening even more at the sudden enveloping heat. You could feel every ridge, every vein, the way his pulse beat steadily against your inner walls. Your own pussy fluttered involuntarily around him, clenching and releasing in little pulses that made his jaw tighten.

Heeseung’s hands slid up under the shirt you wore his shirt—tracing the curve of your waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. “You initiating this?” he whispered, voice dropping into that dangerously low register that always sent shivers down your spine. A slow, predatory smirk tugged at his lips, the one that made fans scream and made your stomach twist with want. “No warning, just sliding down on my cock like you own it my greedy girl I love it.”

He pulled you closer until your chests pressed together, your nipples hardening against him through the thin fabric. His lips found your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, sucking gently at your pulse point. Every tiny shift of your body caused delicious friction—his cock nudging deeper without any real thrusting. Heeseung let out a shaky exhale against your skin.

“Stay still like this for me,” he murmured, one hand moving to cup the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. “I want to feel everything how wet you’re getting how you’re squeezing me.” He flexed his hips in the tiniest circle, barely perceptible, but enough to make you both gasp. “Shit, you feel incredible like velvet fire around my cock.”

Minutes stretched out. Heeseung was always patient in moments like this teasing, savoring, drawing out the pleasure until it bordered on torture. He kept you locked in place with strong arms, his body heat mingling with yours. His free hand roamed lazily: squeezing your ass, tracing your spine, rolling a nipple between his fingers until you whimpered softly. Each sound you made earned you a deep, appreciative groan from him.

“You’re dripping down my balls already,” he observed in that husky tone, voice vibrating against your ear. He reached between your bodies just enough to feel where you were joined, collecting some of your slick on his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. His eyes never left yours as he licked them clean. “Taste so sweet for me all this just from having me inside you?”

The praise made you clench harder around him. Heeseung’s head fell back against the pillow, exposing the sharp line of his jaw and the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly. “That’s it keep doing that. Milk my cock while we stay like this.” His restraint was impressive, but you could feel the tension coiling in his muscles—the way his thighs trembled slightly beneath you, the constant subtle twitches of his length buried deep.

He kissed you then—slow, deep, and filthy. His tongue slid against yours in the same unhurried rhythm he used when he wanted to drive you crazy. One hand stayed on your hip, holding you down firmly so you couldn’t ride him even if you tried. The other tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips for a second.

“I’ve thought about this,” he confessed quietly, forehead pressed to yours. “Coming home and having you warm my cock while we talk about our day feeling you pulse around me for hours.” His voice was pure velvet. “You’re perfect so fucking perfect for me.”

Time blurred ten minutes fifteen twenty. Heeseung kept up the intimate conversation, whispering filthy observations mixed with sweet nothings. How your walls fluttered when he praised you. How he could feel you getting wetter with every passing second. How much he loved being this connected, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. Occasionally he’d roll his hips in minute movements just enough to grind against that sensitive spot inside you without breaking the cockwarming stillness.

Your breathing grew heavier, matching his. Sweat began to bead on his chest where your bodies pressed together. Heeseung’s eyes were half lidded, dark with lust, but there was also that soft affection he reserved only for you the way he stroked your cheek with his thumb, the gentle kisses he pressed to your temple.

“You’re shaking,” he noted with a soft laugh, the sound low and affectionate. “Am I that deep, baby? Filling you up so good you can’t even think?” He flexed again, deliberately this time, making his cock jump inside you. The sensation drew a broken moan from your throat. Heeseung’s smirk widened. “Good girl let me hear you.”

The tension built unbearably. Your clit throbbed against his pelvis, aching for friction, but he kept you pinned, savoring the slow burn. Heeseung’s breathing was ragged now, control fraying at the edges. His hands gripped you tighter, almost bruising.

“I don’t know how much longer I can stay still,” he admitted, voice strained. “You feel too fucking good so hot and tight sucking me in like you never want me to leave.” He kissed you again, harder this time, more desperate. His hips gave a small, involuntary thrust upward, pushing him impossibly deeper.

You clenched hard in response, and Heeseung groaned loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room. “Fuck, do that again.” When you did, his resolve cracked. He rolled you both suddenly, still connected, pinning you beneath his larger frame without ever pulling out. The new position let him press even deeper, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly, elbows braced on either side of your head. His damp hair fell forward, framing his handsome face. “I need to move now need to fuck you properly after feeling you warm me for so long.”

What followed was intense. Heeseung started with slow, deep thrusts pulling out just enough to feel your walls drag along his length before sliding back home. Each stroke was deliberate, savoring the glide. His pace gradually increased, hips snapping with controlled power. The wet sounds of your bodies meeting filled the room, mixed with his low grunts and your moans.

“You started this,” he panted against your neck, biting down gently. “Taking my cock like that the second I walked in such a naughty girl.” One hand slipped between you, thumb circling your clit in tight spirals. “Come for me while I’m inside you want to feel you fall apart around my cock.”

The orgasm hit you hard, walls spasming violently around him. Heeseung cursed, burying his face in your shoulder as he fucked you through it, prolonging the pleasure. His own release followed soon after deep, powerful thrusts that pushed him to the hilt as he spilled inside you, groaning your name in that beautiful, wrecked voice.

Afterwards, he didn’t pull out immediately. Heeseung stayed buried deep, collapsing half on top of you with his weight comforting rather than crushing. He pressed soft kisses to your face, your lips, your eyelids, whispering praises.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “I love when you take control like that. Love feeling so close to you.” His fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin as you both came down, still intimately connected. The afterglow stretched long, warm, and full of quiet affection.

Heeseung eventually shifted to lie on his side, pulling you with him so you stayed spooned together, his cock softening but still nestled inside you. “We’re sleeping like this tonight,” he decided with a sleepy, satisfied smile. “Don’t want to lose this feeling.”

The room grew quiet again, filled only with your synced breathing and the occasional soft kiss. Heeseung held you like you were the most precious thing in his world leader, lover, and the man who had just been completely undone by your bold initiation.

◟✿ jay ˒ The living room in the dorm was dimly lit, the only light coming from the large TV screen paused on Jay’s game. The rest of the members had gone to bed or out, leaving the space quiet except for the low hum of the city outside and the occasional click of the controller. Jay was sprawled on the wide couch in black sweatpants and a loose white tee, one arm draped over the backrest, looking effortlessly handsome with his sharp jawline and focused dark eyes. His hair was slightly tousled from running his fingers through it during the match.

You had been watching him from the doorway for a few minutes, heat pooling low in your belly at the sight of his relaxed posture and the way the fabric of his sweats outlined his thighs. Without warning, you crossed the room, climbed onto the couch, and straddled his lap. Jay’s eyebrows rose in surprise, a small smirk already forming on his lips.

“Hey, what’s—?” he started, but the words died when your hand slipped inside his waistband, pulling his cock free. He was already half hard from the way you’d been looking at him earlier. You stroked him firmly a few times until he was fully erect thick, veined, and heavy in your grip then positioned yourself and sank down in one smooth, deliberate motion.

Jay’s cock stretched you open deliciously, filling every inch until you were seated flush against him, his length buried to the hilt inside your tight, wet cunt. No movement just pure cockwarming.

“Shit—!” Jay’s head slammed back against the couch cushions, a sharp groan tearing from his throat. His hands shot to your waist instantly, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. His eyes flew open wide, dark and blown with lust as he stared at you in shock and raw hunger. “Y/N… fuck, you just— you took me all the way in like that?”

His voice was rough, that slight American accent thickening with arousal. For several long seconds, he didn’t move, simply breathing through the overwhelming sensation of your walls enveloping him completely—hot, slick, and pulsing around his cock. You could feel him twitch and swell even thicker inside you, the head pressing firmly against your deepest point.

Jay let out a shaky, impressed laugh, his chest rising and falling rapidly under you. “Bold as hell initiating cockwarming right in the middle of my game? You’re something else, princess.” His hands slid down to grip your ass possessively, squeezing the soft flesh as he adjusted his posture slightly, spreading his thighs wider so you sank even deeper. The new angle made both of you moan softly.

He looked down between your joined bodies where you were connected, then slowly dragged his gaze back up to your face. “You’re so fucking wet already. I can feel it dripping down my balls.” Jay’s voice dropped lower, husky and teasing. One hand slipped under the hem of the oversized shirt you wore his shirt again and traced up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “No warning just sliding that pretty pussy down on my cock and staying there. You missed me that much huh ?”

You stayed perfectly still, savoring the intimate fullness. Jay’s cock throbbed steadily inside you, matching his quickened heartbeat. He pulled you closer until your chests pressed together, his lips finding yours in a slow, deep kiss that quickly turned filthy. His tongue explored your mouth with the same controlled intensity he brought to everything precise, overwhelming, leaving you breathless.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “We’re doing this properly then,” he murmured, voice vibrating against your skin. “Stay right there don’t move.” His restraint was impressive he didn’t thrust up into you despite the obvious need. Instead, he focused on the connection, rolling his hips in tiny, lazy circles that created the barest friction enough to make your walls flutter around him without breaking the cockwarming stillness.

“God, you feel incredible,” Jay whispered, lips brushing your ear. “So warm and tight… like you were made to warm my cock like this.” His hands roamed everywhere cupping your breasts through the shirt, thumbs circling your hardening nipples until you whimpered. He pinched lightly, drawing a gasp from you that made his cock jump inside your heat. “That’s it squeeze me just like that I want to feel every little pulse.”

The minutes stretched deliciously. Jay was vocal, whispering a constant stream of praise and filth in that low, accented tone that always melted you. “You’re getting wetter every second. Soaking my sweats already.” He reached between you, fingers grazing where you were stretched around him, collecting your slick before bringing it to your lips. “Taste how much you want this.” His eyes darkened as you sucked his fingers clean.

He kissed along your jaw, down your neck, sucking marks into your skin while staying buried deep. Every tiny shift of your body earned a quiet curse from him. “Fuck, princess you’re clenching so hard. Trying to pull me even deeper?” Jay’s self-control was fraying at the edges you could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his abs flexed under you but he held you firmly in place, one arm wrapped around your waist like a steel band.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he confessed between kisses, voice rough. “Practice was long, but coming home to this? You sinking down on me and keeping me warm best surprise ever.” He flexed deliberately, making his cock nudge against that sensitive spot inside you. The sensation drew a broken moan from your throat. Jay smirked against your neck. “Sensitive there, huh? Good. I want you aching for me while we stay like this.”

Fifteen minutes passed twenty. Jay kept the slow burn going, alternating between deep kisses and soft, affectionate ones. His hands never stopped moving—stroking your back, squeezing your thighs, occasionally tilting your hips just enough to grind subtly. Sweat started to bead on his forehead, his white tee clinging slightly to his chest. The room felt hotter, thicker with tension.

“You’re trembling,” he observed, pulling back to look at you with those intense eyes. A cocky, affectionate smile tugged at his lips. “Am I too big like this? Stretching you so full you can’t think straight?” He rolled his hips again in that maddeningly small motion. “I could stay buried in you for hours. Just feeling how perfect you are around me.”

Your clit throbbed against his pelvis, desperate for more friction, but Jay kept you pinned, drawing out the anticipation. His breathing grew ragged, control slipping. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” he admitted, voice strained. “You feel too fucking good. Hot, wet, squeezing my cock like you never want me to leave.”

He kissed you harder then, more desperate, tongue sliding against yours as his hips gave a small involuntary thrust. The movement pushed him impossibly deeper, making you both groan loudly. Jay’s hands gripped your ass tighter. “Fuck it,” he growled softly.

In one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back on the couch without pulling out, his body covering yours. The new position let him press even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. Jay braced himself on his elbows, staring down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

“Look at me,” he commanded, voice low and authoritative. His damp hair fell forward as he started moving—slow, deep thrusts at first, pulling out just enough to feel your walls drag along every inch before sliding back home. The wet, obscene sounds of your bodies meeting filled the living room.

“You started this,” Jay panted, snapping his hips harder. “Taking my cock the second you wanted it such a greedy princess.” One hand slipped between you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, perfect circles. “Come on my cock. Want to feel you fall apart while I’m still so deep inside you.”

The pleasure built fast and intense. Your orgasm crashed over you, walls spasming violently around his thick length. Jay cursed loudly, fucking you through it with powerful, controlled strokes. “That’s it—fuck, just like that. So good for me.”

His own release followed soon after. Jay buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you with a low, guttural groan of your name. You felt every pulse, every spurt of warmth filling you.

Afterwards, Jay didn’t pull out right away. He collapsed half on top of you, careful not to crush you, and pressed soft, lazy kisses to your lips, your cheeks, your forehead. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, voice hoarse and satisfied. “Love when you take what you want like that.”

He stayed nestled inside you as he shifted you both to a more comfortable position on the couch, spooning you against his chest. His arms wrapped around you protectively, one hand gently stroking your thigh. “We’re staying like this for a while longer,” he decided with a lazy, content smile. “Don’t want to lose this feeling yet.”

The TV remained paused and forgotten. Jay nuzzled into your neck, whispering sweet nothings mixed with more praise as the afterglow settled over both of you—warm, intimate, and full of quiet affection. His cock softened slowly inside you, but he made no move to separate, content to keep you connected as long as possible.

◟✿ jake ˒ The bedroom was softly lit by a single bedside lamp, casting a warm golden glow over the rumpled sheets. Jake had just returned from a late dance practice, his body tired but still buzzing with leftover energy. He was lying on his back in bed, shirtless in just a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, one arm slung over his eyes as he tried to unwind. His messy brown hair was damp with sweat, and his toned abs rose and fell with steady breaths. The faint scent of his body wash—clean and slightly citrusy lingered in the air.

You had been waiting for him, heart racing with anticipation. The moment he settled in, you moved quietly, climbing onto the bed and straddling his lap without a word. Jake stirred, lifting his arm with a sleepy, affectionate smile. “Hey, baby missed y—”

The words cut off in a sharp inhale as your hand slipped into his sweatpants, freeing his cock. He was already semi hard from the casual closeness, and a few strokes had him fully erect thick, long, and flushed. You positioned yourself over him and sank down slowly but deliberately, taking every inch until your hips met his and his cock was buried completely inside your tight, welcoming cunt.

Jake’s eyes flew open wide, a mix of shock and instant pleasure flashing across his handsome face. “Oh my god—babe!” His voice cracked beautifully, that bright Australian accent thickening with arousal. His hands shot to your thighs instantly, fingers gripping the soft flesh as his back arched slightly off the bed. “Fuck… you’re so warm so fucking warm and tight around me right now.”

For a long moment, he just stared up at you, lips parted, chest heaving. A bright blush crept up his neck and across his cheeks, but his eyes sparkled with pure lust and adoration. His cock twitched hard inside you, swelling even thicker as your walls fluttered and adjusted to his size. You could feel every ridge, every vein pulsing against your inner walls, the head pressed deep.

Jake let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, the sound warm and husky. “You just… slid down on me like that? No warning, nothing?” He bit his lip, eyes darkening as he looked down to where your bodies were joined. “Jesus, princess…you feel incredible like heaven. I love when you surprise me like this.”

His hands slid up your thighs to your waist, pulling you down flush against him so your chests pressed together. The oversized shirt you wore his, of course rode up, and he slipped his hands underneath, palms warm and slightly calloused from practice as they roamed your bare skin. “Stay like this,” he whispered, voice already rough. “Don’t move yet. I want to feel all of you every little squeeze.”

Jake was affectionate even in the filthiest moments. He pulled you into a deep kiss slow and sweet at first, full of that warmth, then growing more heated as his tongue tangled with yours. His hips gave one tiny, involuntary roll, nudging deeper without breaking the stillness. The sensation drew matching gasps from both of you.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured against your lips, forehead resting against yours. “I can feel it. You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? My sweet girl initiating cockwarming the second I get home.” His smile was bright and playful, but his voice carried that low, needy edge. One hand cupped the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair while the other squeezed your ass possessively, holding you in place.

He stayed perfectly still for long minutes, savoring the intimate connection. His cock throbbed steadily inside your heat, and every time your walls clenched around him whether from pleasure or on purpose he let out a soft, wrecked groan. “That’s it… just like that keep pulsing around me. Feels so good, baby.”

Jake’s hands never stopped moving gentle but exploratory. He traced your spine under the shirt, cupped your breasts and rolled your nipples between his fingers until they pebbled. He kissed everywhere he could reach your lips, your jaw, the sensitive spot beneath your ear, your collarbone. Between kisses, he whispered constant praise in that addictive accent.

“You’re so perfect for me. So tight and hot like you were made to warm my cock.” He flexed deliberately inside you, making his length jump and nudge that sweet spot. The tiny movement sent sparks through both of you. “Mmm, hear that little whimper? I love it love how full you feel with me inside.”

The cockwarming stretched on Jake’s usual playful energy mixed with deepening desire. Sweat began to glisten on his chest where your bodies were pressed together. His breathing grew heavier, but he held you firmly, refusing to let you ride him yet. “Not yet,” he’d murmur with a teasing grin whenever you shifted. “I want to enjoy this a little longer. Just feeling you around me… so wet and snug.”

He reached between your bodies once, fingers grazing your stretched folds where you took him so deeply. Collecting some of your slick, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes locked on yours the entire time. “Tastes so sweet all this because my cock is buried in you? God, I’m lucky.”

Your clit throbbed against his pelvis, aching for friction, but Jake kept the slow burn alive. He rolled his hips in maddeningly small circles barely any movement, but enough to grind subtly and keep the pleasure building. “You’re shaking already,” he observed softly, affection clear in his voice. “Am I that deep, baby? Stretching you so good you’re trembling on top of me?”

The tension coiled tighter. Jake’s control was fraying despite his sweet demeanor. His thighs tensed beneath you, abs flexing as he fought the urge to thrust. “I don’t think I can stay still much longer,” he admitted, voice strained and husky. “You feel too fucking amazing. Hot, wet, squeezing me like you never want me to pull out.”

He kissed you desperately then, tongue sliding deep as his hips gave a small involuntary buck. The movement pushed him impossibly deeper, drawing loud moans from both of you. Jake’s hands gripped your hips tighter. “Fuck… okay, I need you.”

In one smooth motion, he rolled you both over without pulling out, settling on top while staying fully sheathed. The new position let gravity press him even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. Jake braced himself on his elbows, messy hair falling forward as he looked down at you with bright, lust-filled eyes and that heart-melting smile.

“Eyes on me, beautiful,” he whispered, starting to move slow, deep thrusts at first. He pulled back just enough for your walls to drag along his length before sliding home again, the wet sounds of your connection filling the quiet room. His pace was enthusiastic and passionate, exactly like Jake—full of energy and focus on your pleasure.

“You started this,” he panted, lips brushing yours between thrusts. “Climbing on me and taking my cock so perfectly such a good girl.” One hand slipped between you, thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing perfect, tight circles in time with his strokes. “Come for me while I’m this deep. Want to feel you milking my cock.”

The orgasm hit you hard and fast, walls spasming violently around his thick cock. Jake groaned loudly, the sound raw and beautiful as he fucked you through it, hips snapping with controlled power. “Yes—fuck, just like that. So tight, baby so perfect.”

His own climax followed soon after. Jake buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you with a long, throaty moan of your name. You felt every pulse, every warm spurt filling you as he trembled above you.

Afterwards, Jake didn’t pull out. He collapsed gently on top of you, careful with his weight, and buried his face in your neck. Soft, lazy kisses peppered your skin your shoulder, your jaw, your lips. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, voice hoarse and full of affection. “I love when you take initiative like that feeling you warm me… best way to end the night.”

He shifted carefully, pulling you with him so you were spooned against his chest, his cock still nestled softly inside you. His arms wrapped around you securely, one hand gently stroking your thigh and hip. “We’re staying like this,” he decided with a sleepy, satisfied grin, nuzzling into your hair. “Don’t want to lose this closeness yet feels too good to let go”

The room fell into comfortable quiet, filled with your synced breathing and occasional soft whispers. Jake pressed gentle kisses to the back of your neck, murmuring how much he loved you, how perfect you felt, how he could stay connected like this forever. His body heat enveloped you, the afterglow warm and lingering as you both drifted toward sleep intimately joined, content, and utterly satisfied.

◟✿ sunghoon ˒ The dorm’s private gym corner in the basement level was quiet and dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a single overhead LED strip that cast cool, bluish tones across the mirrored walls. Sunghoon had stayed back after the others left, working on his core strength and flexibility routines that kept his figure skating precision sharp even in idol life. Sweat glistened on his skin, his black tank top clinging to his lean, sculpted torso and his loose training shorts riding low on his narrow hips. His dark hair was damp, pushed back from his forehead, and his sharp jaw was set in concentration as he finished a set of planks, breathing controlled and steady.

You had slipped down quietly to find him, drawn by the low sounds of his exertion. The air smelled of clean sweat and the faint citrus of his post workout spray. Without announcing yourself, you waited until he rolled onto his back to stretch his hip flexors, legs bent and slightly apart. That was your moment. You moved swiftly, straddling his waist and tugging his shorts and briefs down just enough to free his cock.

Sunghoon’s eyes snapped open, dark and intense, as your hand stroked him quickly to full hardness long, thick, and curving slightly upward. Before he could form a question, you lined him up and sank down in one fluid, deliberate glide, enveloping every inch until you were fully seated, your ass flush against his pelvis. His cock was buried to the hilt inside your slick heat.

A sharp hiss escaped Sunghoon’s lips, his hands instinctively flying to your hips, fingers pressing hard into your skin. His usual cool, princely composure shattered in an instant. “Y/N—” His voice came out strained, lower than usual, almost a growl. His eyes widened, pupils dilating rapidly as the overwhelming sensation hit him your walls hugging him so tightly, so warmly, pulsing around his length without any movement.

He stayed frozen beneath you for several heartbeats, chest heaving, abs contracting visibly under the tank top. The position him on his back on the cool gym mat, you perched perfectly on his cock made everything feel impossibly deep. “You… you really just took me like that? Right here?” Surprise laced his tone, but it quickly melted into dark arousal. A faint blush colored his sharp cheekbones, contrasting his typically icy visuals.

Sunghoon’s hands trembled slightly as they gripped you, holding you down so neither of you could shift. His cock throbbed powerfully inside your pussy, swelling thicker at the sudden intimate embrace. You could feel every ridge, the subtle curve pressing against your front wall, his heartbeat pulsing through the vein along his shaft. The mirrored walls around you reflected the scene back endlessly your bodies joined, his long legs stretched out beneath you.

“Fuck… you’re burning hot around me,” he whispered, voice husky and amazed. He licked his lips, gaze dropping to where you were stretched so obscenely around him. One hand slid up your thigh, pushing the hem of your thin dress higher, exposing more skin. “No prep, no talking… just sinking onto my cock after my workout so fucking bold tonight.”

Sunghoon didn’t immediately pull you down for kisses. He was more visual, more sensory. He kept you upright on him, eyes roaming your body as he adjusted his breathing. His fingers traced slow patterns on your thighs, then higher, thumbs brushing dangerously close to your clit without touching. The stillness amplified everything the faint twitch of his cock, the way your walls fluttered in response, the shared heat building between your connected bodies.

“Stay exactly like this,” he commanded softly, that deep, velvety tone sending shivers through you. He flexed his hips in the tiniest upward tilt, barely noticeable but enough to nudge deeper, drawing a gasp from both of you. “I want to feel how wet you get just from holding me inside. Look at the mirror.” He nodded toward the wall. “Watch how perfectly you take me.”

You both turned your heads. The reflection was erotic Sunghoon’s lean, powerful body beneath you, sweat making his skin glow, his cock disappearing into your body. He groaned low at the sight, his free hand reaching to squeeze your ass, spreading you slightly for a better view. “So tight gripping me like you’re afraid I’ll disappear. But I’m not going anywhere.”

Minutes passed in charged silence broken only by soft breaths. Sunghoon was masterful at restraint years of skating discipline showing in how he held perfectly still while his body screamed for friction. But he wasn’t silent. He murmured observations in that precise, low voice, each word dripping with lust.

“Your pussy is dripping down my shaft already. I can feel it coating my balls.” He shifted one leg slightly, bending his knee to change the angle just enough to press against a new spot inside you. The subtle movement made you clench hard. Sunghoon’s head tipped back, exposing the elegant line of his neck as he swallowed thickly. “Again do that again.”

You obeyed, and he rewarded you with a rare, devastating smile half smirk, half genuine pleasure. His hands moved with purpose now one staying on your hip to anchor you, the other slipping under your dress to cup your breast, rolling the nipple between cool fingers. “Sensitive tonight. Everything feels heightened because we’re not moving, doesn’t it?” He pinched lightly, eyes locked on your face, drinking in every reaction.

The cockwarming dragged on deliciously. Sweat from his workout mixed with new beads of arousal on his skin. The gym mat stuck slightly to his back, but he didn’t care. Sunghoon’s usual aloofness cracked further with every passing second his breathing grew ragged, and his thighs tensed beneath you like coiled springs.

“You’re so warm and slick it’s driving me insane,” he confessed, voice breaking into a whisper. He reached up, pulling you down until your chests met, but still no real thrusting. Instead, he wrapped both arms around your waist, holding you impossibly close. His lips finally found your neck—not soft kisses, but deliberate, sucking bites that would leave faint marks. “I train for hours to stay controlled, but you come in here and undo all of it in seconds.”

He guided your head to his shoulder, letting you feel his rapid heartbeat against your cheek while his cock continued its constant, throbbing presence inside you. Every tiny involuntary clench from you earned a quiet curse or a sharp inhale. Sunghoon’s hand trailed down your back, fingers dancing along your spine before gripping your ass again, spreading you wider in the reflection.

“Look how deep I am,” he murmured, voice dark. “You’re taking all of me so well my perfect girl.” The praise was sparse but potent, delivered in that intensity. He flexed again, this time holding the tension longer, letting his curved tip grind subtly against your g-spot without pulling out. The pressure built unbearably, your clit aching where it pressed against his pelvis.

Your whimpers grew louder. Sunghoon’s control finally frayed. “I can’t… I need to feel more.” In a swift, powerful move, he rolled you both sideways on the mat, keeping his cock fully sheathed. Now on your sides facing each other, legs tangled, he hooked one of your thighs over his hip. The new angle allowed even deeper penetration, his body curving into yours.

Sunghoon stared into your eyes, foreheads nearly touching. “You initiated this. Now take what comes next.” He began moving—slow, rolling thrusts that never fully withdrew, keeping the connection intimate and constant. Each stroke was precise, controlled, hitting every sensitive spot with skater-like grace and power. The wet, slick sounds echoed softly in the empty gym space.

His hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight, expert circles. “Come on my cock,” he demanded quietly, eyes never leaving yours. “I want to feel you squeeze me while I’m this deep.” The intensity built fast his lean muscles flexing, hips snapping with increasing force while still somehow maintaining that connected depth.

Your orgasm crashed over you suddenly, walls convulsing hard around his thick length. Sunghoon groaned, deep and guttural, fucking you through the waves with focused thrusts. “Yes… just like that so good—fuck.” His own release followed moments later. He buried himself as deep as possible, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you, warm pulses filling you while he held you tight against him.

Afterwards, Sunghoon stayed inside, not pulling out. He rolled onto his back again, bringing you on top once more, his arms wrapped securely around you. His breathing slowed gradually, fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back. The cool gym air contrasted with your heated bodies.

“That was unexpected,” he said softly, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. His voice regained some of its usual calm, but affection warmed it. “I like when you catch me off guard. Makes me feel alive.” He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple, then your lips lingering and tender.

He didn’t move to separate. Instead, he reached for a nearby towel, draping it over your joined lower bodies casually. “We’ll stay like this until I say otherwise. I’m not ready to lose how warm you feel yet.” His hand stroked your hair, the other resting possessively on your ass, keeping you pinned.

The mirrors reflected your entwined forms in the low light. Sunghoon’s usual aura softened into quiet intimacy. He whispered occasional praises how perfect you felt, how he’d think about this during his next practice while his cock softened slowly inside you, still nestled comfortably. The afterglow stretched long, the gym quiet except for your breathing, creating a private world just for the two of you.

Eventually, he helped you up carefully, still connected, and carried you toward the elevator back to the main dorm levels, your legs wrapped around him. “Shower together later?” he suggested with a raised eyebrow, already planning to extend the closeness.

◟✿ sunoo ˒ The soft glow of string lights wrapped around the headboard filled Sunoo’s room with a warm, pinkish hue, creating a cozy, almost dreamy atmosphere. It was well past midnight, and the rest of the dorm had settled into silence after a long day of rehearsals. Sunoo had been unwinding in his favorite way sitting cross legged in the middle of his bed, a fluffy blanket draped over his lap, humming softly to himself while applying a sheet mask to his face. His skin was dewy from the recent cleanse, and he wore a loose white tank top paired with soft black shorts that rode up his thighs. His hair was slightly tousled, falling cutely over his forehead, and his expressive eyes sparkled with that signature Sunoo brightness even as he relaxed.

You entered quietly, drawn by the gentle melody he was humming one of their upcoming tracks. He glanced up with a bright smile, peeling the edge of the mask. “Hey~ You’re still up? Come here, I’ll share the mask—” But you had other plans. You crawled onto the bed, gently pushing his shoulders back until he was propped against the pile of pillows. Before he could react fully, you tugged his shorts down just enough, revealing his smooth, pretty cock. A few teasing strokes had him hardening quickly elegant and sensitive, responding beautifully to your touch.

Sunoo’s eyes widened in surprise, the sheet mask crinkling as his mouth formed a perfect ‘O’. You straddled him smoothly, pulling your own sleep shorts aside, and sank down onto him in one slow, intentional glide. Inch by inch, you took him until he was fully nestled inside your warm, slick walls, your hips flush against his. Pure cockwarming—no immediate movement, just the intimate, throbbing connection.

“Ahh—! Y/N…” Sunoo’s voice came out in a breathy, melodic gasp, higher-pitched than usual with shock and pleasure. His hands flew to your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your top as his whole body tensed beneath you. The sheet mask slipped slightly on his cheek, but he didn’t bother fixing it. His cheeks flushed a deep pink almost instantly, that adorable blush spreading down his neck. “You… you really just sat on me like that? While I’m doing skincare?” A soft, disbelieving giggle escaped him, mixing cuteness with growing arousal.

His cock twitched vividly inside you, thickening and pulsing as your heat enveloped him completely. You could feel every subtle ridge, the way he fit so perfectly, like he was made for this closeness. Sunoo’s breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling under the thin tank top. He stared up at you with those large, expressive doe eyes, a mix of playful shock and deep want shining through.

“Wow… you’re so warm and tight right now,” he whispered, voice turning husky yet still retaining that sweet, bell like quality. He bit his plush lower lip, trying to stay composed, but the way his thighs shifted slightly underneath you betrayed him. Instead of immediately pulling you down for kisses, Sunoo reached up and gently adjusted his sheet mask with one hand, the other staying firmly on your hip to hold you still.

He let out another soft laugh, but it dissolved into a quiet moan as your walls fluttered around him involuntarily. The position him half reclined against pillows, you fully seated in his lap under the pretty string lights felt intimate and almost romantic. Sunoo’s free hand trailed up your side, slipping under your top to caress your bare skin with feather light touches. “Don’t move yet, okay? Let me feel you all of you holding me like this.”

True to his playful nature, Sunoo kept the moment light even as heat built between you. He tilted his head, studying your face with sparkling eyes while staying perfectly still. His cock continued to throb steadily inside your pussy, the sensation amplified by the lack of movement. “It feels like you’re hugging me from the inside,” he murmured sweetly, then giggled again when you clenched on purpose. “That’s cheating but I like it.”

Minutes ticked by in this dreamy haze. Sunoo was vocal and affectionate, filling the quiet room with whispered compliments and little hums. He finally peeled the sheet mask off completely, tossing it aside, revealing his glowing skin. “Look at us,” he said, nodding toward the mirror across the room that reflected your connected forms under the soft lights. “You look so pretty on me like this so full.”

His hands explored gently tracing your curves, cupping your breasts through the fabric, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they peaked. Each touch was tender yet teasing, never rushing. He leaned forward slightly to nuzzle your neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your collarbone while his hips remained motionless. The only “movement” came from subtle flexes—him deliberately pulsing his cock inside you, making you both gasp.

“You’re getting wetter I can feel it trickling down,” Sunoo observed in a hushed, almost reverent tone, his voice like velvet. “All because my cock is just sitting warm inside you? that’s so hot.” He sucked a small mark just below your ear, then pulled back to watch your reactions, his own face flushed and eyes half lidded with pleasure. The skincare scent mixed with the growing musk of arousal, creating an oddly intimate atmosphere unique to him.

Sunoo’s usual bright energy simmered into something deeper and needier. He started humming again softly a gentle melody that vibrated through his chest into yours while one hand slipped between your bodies without breaking the seal. His fingers hovered near your clit, teasing circles in the air just close enough to make you ache, but he didn’t touch fully yet. “Patience,” he teased with a cute pout, even as sweat beaded on his forehead. “I want to remember every second of you warming me so nicely.”

Your whimpers made his resolve waver. Sunoo’s breathing grew uneven, his plush lips parting as he fought the urge to thrust. “You feel too good so silky and hot. I could stay like this forever, just talking and feeling you squeeze me.” He finally cupped your face with both hands, pulling you into a slow, deep kiss. It was sweet at first then turned passionate, tongues gliding lazily in time with the subtle throbbing between your legs.

The tension coiled tighter. Sunoo’s thighs trembled beneath you, his lean body taut with restraint. “I’m trying so hard to be good,” he confessed against your mouth, voice breaking into a whine. “But you’re clenching so much it’s making me throb.” He rolled his hips in the smallest possible circle, grinding subtly against your front wall without pulling out. The motion drew a shared moan, the string lights casting shifting shadows across your skin.

Your clit pressed insistently against his pelvis, begging for friction. Sunoo noticed, his eyes darkening with desire while retaining that playful sparkle. “My baby needs more?” He finally let his fingers find your clit, rubbing slow, precise circles that matched the melody still humming in his throat. The dual sensation his cock buried deep and unmoving, plus the targeted touch pushed you closer to the edge.

Sunoo’s control snapped elegantly. “Okay I can’t hold back anymore.” With surprising strength, he shifted you both while staying fully sheathed, turning so you were on your back with him hovering above, still connected. The new angle let him press even deeper, his pretty face flushed and hovering close to yours. The blanket tangled around your legs, adding to the cozy mess.

He started moving slow, rolling thrusts that kept the intimacy intact, never fully withdrawing. Each stroke was graceful and rhythmic, like his dance moves translated into pleasure. “You started this surprise,” Sunoo panted softly, his voice melodic even now, “sinking onto me while I was masked up so naughty and cute.” His hips snapped a little sharper, hitting that perfect spot consistently.

One hand braced beside your head while the other continued teasing your clit. “Come for me like this,” he encouraged, eyes locked on yours with that intense yet loving gaze only. “I want to feel you pulse around my cock while it’s so deep.”

The orgasm washed over you in warm waves, your walls clamping down hard on his length. Sunoo moaned beautifully high and sweet fucking you through it with precise, passionate strokes. “Yes… ahh, just like that. You’re squeezing me so perfectly.” His own climax followed quickly, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside you with a long, breathy whimper of your name, filling you with warmth.

Afterwards, Sunoo stayed buried inside, collapsing gently onto you with his face tucked into your neck. He pressed dozens of tiny, affectionate kisses across your skin, giggling breathlessly. “That was amazing I didn’t expect my night to end like this, but I’m so happy.” His voice was soft and satisfied, full of that signature sunshine even post-orgasm.

He rolled carefully to the side, pulling you with him so you remained spooned together, his softening cock still nestled comfortably inside your heat. The string lights twinkled above as he wrapped both arms around you, one leg hooked over yours to keep you close. “We’re sleeping just like this,” he declared cutely, nuzzling your hair. “I don’t want to pull out yet. You feel too warm and nice like my personal heater.”

Sunoo continued humming softly, his fingers drawing hearts on your arm as the afterglow wrapped around you both. He whispered sweet praises how much he loved your boldness, how perfect the connection felt, how he’d smile thinking about this during tomorrow’s schedule. The room filled with quiet contentment, his bright personality making the filthy act feel loving and special. No rush to separate, just prolonged closeness under the pretty lights, bodies joined and hearts synced.

◟✿ jungwon ˒ The dorm’s small home office nook off the main living area was quiet under the soft glow of a desk lamp. It was deep into the night, long after the other members had retreated to their rooms. Jungwon, ever the responsible leader, sat at the wooden table with his laptop open, reviewing tomorrow’s schedule and scribbling notes on a notepad. He wore a simple black hoodie and gray sweat shorts, his dark hair slightly messy from running his fingers through it in concentration. His sharp, cat like eyes scanned the screen with focused intensity, but his shoulders carried that subtle tiredness only you could notice. A half empty mug of herbal tea sat beside him, steam long gone.

You had been watching him from the doorway, admiring the way he carried the weight of the group with such quiet grace. Without speaking, you approached from behind, sliding your arms around his shoulders first. Jungwon turned his head with a soft smile, about to greet you, but you moved faster. You slipped onto his lap facing him, straddling his thighs right there at the table. Before he could set his pen down, your hand dipped into his shorts, stroking his cock from soft to fully hard in quick, practiced motions thick, veined, and curving just right.

Jungwon’s breath hitched sharply. “Y/N, what are you—” The words dissolved into a low, surprised groan as you pushed his shorts aside and sank down onto him in one steady, deliberate motion. You took him all the way in, your slick walls enveloping every inch until you were fully seated in his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside your warm heat. No movement. Just cockwarming, right there at the desk with his laptop still glowing behind you.

His eyes widened, pupils blowing wide in the dim light. “Oh wow,” Jungwon breathed, his voice that perfect mix of youthful and commanding. His hands instinctively gripped your hips, fingers pressing into your skin through the thin fabric of your oversized tee. He sat perfectly still, processing the sudden velvet grip surrounding him. His cock twitched powerfully inside you, swelling thicker as your pussy fluttered and adjusted around his length. You could feel the subtle curve pressing firmly against your front wall, his pulse beating steadily deep within.

For a long moment, Jungwon just stared at you, cheeks flushing a soft pink that contrasted his leader aura. A small, breathless chuckle escaped him, low and slightly disbelieving. “Right here? While I’m working on schedules?” His tone held fond exasperation, but his dark eyes gleamed with instant heat. “You really chose now to warm me like this so sudden and bold.”

He leaned back slightly in the chair, careful not to dislodge you, the wooden seat creaking softly under your combined weight. The new position him seated at the table, you fully impaled on his cock with your legs wrapped around his waist made everything feel incredibly intimate and risky, the open nook adding a thrill of possible discovery. Jungwon’s hands slid under your shirt, palms warm against your bare back as he pulled you closer until your chests touched. “You’re so wet already,” he murmured, voice dropping into a husky whisper. “Sliding down on me without any warning my sneaky kitten.”

Jungwon’s response was measured yet intensely focused. He didn’t thrust or grind immediately. Instead, he held you there, savoring the deep connection while his laptop screen dimmed behind you. His fingers traced slow, soothing circles on your lower back, then lower to cup your ass, holding you flush so not even a centimeter of his cock escaped your heat. “Stay still for me,” he said softly, almost like a gentle order. “I want to feel every pulse. How you’re squeezing me so perfectly right now.”

The cockwarming stretched in charged silence. Jungwon’s discipline as leader showed in his restraint he remained almost motionless, only allowing tiny, controlled flexes of his cock inside you. Each deliberate throb made you both inhale sharply. “Feel that?” he whispered against your ear, lips brushing the shell. “That’s what you do to me. Just sitting here, warm and tight around my cock it’s driving me crazy in the best way.”

He turned his head to nuzzle your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your throat while one hand slipped between your bodies to rest just above where you were joined, feeling the heat radiating there. No direct touching yet, just heightening awareness. “You’re dripping onto my shorts,” he observed quietly, a hint of teasing amusement in his voice. “All this slick just from warming me at the table?”

The desk lamp cast soft shadows across his sharp features as he continued light conversation mixed with filth, his tone calm yet increasingly strained. He occasionally glanced at the laptop screen, pretending to check a note, but his attention was entirely on the way your walls hugged him. “This schedule can wait,” he decided, closing the lid with one hand without shifting you. “You’re more important right now.”

Jungwon’s hands roamed with purpose cupping your breasts under the shirt, thumbs circling your nipples until they hardened. He rolled them gently, then a little firmer, drawing soft whimpers from you. “So responsive,” he praised, voice low and velvety. “Every time you clench, I feel it all the way up my spine. You’re going to make me lose focus completely.” Sweat began to form on his brow, his hoodie suddenly feeling too warm. He tugged it off one-handed, revealing his toned torso, then pulled you tighter against his bare chest.

The position allowed for subtle shifts. Jungwon tilted his hips minimally in the chair, changing the angle just enough to nudge a new sensitive spot inside you without breaking the cockwarming stillness. The motion made your clit grind lightly against his pelvis, sending sparks through both of you. “There,” he murmured with a small, satisfied smile. “Feel how deep I am? Filling you up so well while we sit here like nothing’s happening.”

Your breathing grew heavier, matching his. Jungwon’s cat-like eyes darkened, restraint fraying at the edges despite his composed exterior. His thighs tensed beneath you, muscles flexing as he fought the urge to move. “You’re trembling on me,” he noted, one hand stroking your thigh soothingly while the other gripped your waist. “So needy already. My strong, independent baby initiating this…it’s adorable and so hot.”

The tension built unbearably. Jungwon’s cock throbbed constantly now, leaking inside you. He captured your lips in a deep kiss, then turning hungry, tongue sliding against yours with growing desperation. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “I can’t stay still much longer,” he confessed, voice rougher. “You feel too incredible. Hot, wet, wrapped around every inch of me.”

With a quiet groan, Jungwon pushed the chair back from the table. Still fully connected, he stood carefully, lifting you with surprising strength. Your legs tightened around his waist as he carried you the few steps to the nearby couch in the nook, lowering you onto it on your back without ever pulling out. The new position him hovering above you, cock buried deep allowed better leverage.

“Eyes on me,” Jungwon commanded softly, that natural leader tone sending a thrill through you. He began to move slow, deep rolls of his hips that kept him mostly sheathed, grinding rather than pounding at first. Each thrust was precise, hitting that perfect curve against your walls. The wet sounds of your connection filled the quiet space, obscene against the earlier silence of schedules.

“You surprised me tonight,” he panted, hips snapping a little harder. “Taking what you want while I was trying to be responsible such a bratty leader’s girl.” One hand braced beside your head while the other slipped between you, fingers finding your clit and rubbing firm, expert circles. His pace built steadily, powerful yet controlled, exactly like Jungwon focused entirely on your pleasure.

The orgasm hit you intensely, walls convulsing hard around his thick cock. Jungwon moaned low, burying his face in your neck as he fucked you through it, thrusts deepening. “That’s it squeeze me just like that so good for me.” His own release followed swiftly. He pushed to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you with a quiet, guttural groan of your name, warm pulses filling you completely.

Afterwards, Jungwon stayed buried deep, collapsing carefully over you with his weight comforting. He pressed tender kisses to your face, your lips, your eyelids, his breathing gradually slowing. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, voice hoarse but full of affection. “I love when you pull me away from work like this. reminds me I need balance too.”

◟✿ niki ˒ The dim glow of Niki’s gaming setup illuminated the corner of his room. He was slouched in his ergonomic chair, long legs stretched out under the desk, wearing only black basketball shorts and an oversized hoodie. Headphones sat around his neck as he laughed into the phone call with Jake, who was away visiting family and catching up on random stories. The speaker was on, Jake’s cheerful Aussie voice filling the quiet space while Niki played with a fidget toy in his free hand.

“Yeah, hyung, the new choreography is brutal on the knees. I keep telling the choreographer we need more breaks—” Ni-ki’s words cut off mid sentence as you quietly entered and approached him from the front.

His eyes flicked up, a playful smirk already forming, assuming you were just there to bother him like usual. But you didn’t give him time to react properly. You tugged his shorts down just enough to free his cock, already half hard from the casual laziness of the late hour. A few firm strokes later, he was fully erect long, thick, and flushed. Without breaking eye contact, you straddled his lap, pulled your panties aside, and sank straight down onto him in one smooth, relentless motion.

All of him disappeared inside you in seconds, your walls stretching around his impressive length until you were flush against his pelvis, fully seated on his cock while he was still on the phone.

Niki’s entire body jerked. His free hand shot to your hip, gripping hard, knuckles whitening. A choked sound escaped him before he could stop it. “—uh, yeah, I’m still here, hyung,” he managed, voice suddenly deeper and strained. His sharp eyes locked onto yours with a mix of shock, panic, and burning heat. His cock pulsed wildly inside you, thickening even more at the unexpected, scorching grip of your pussy.

Jake’s voice continued casually on the speaker. “You okay? You sound weird.”

Niki swallowed thickly, biting the inside of his cheek. You stayed perfectly still, impaled on him, the fullness overwhelming in the most delicious way. The risk of the ongoing call made everything sharper. “Just… stubbed my toe on the desk keep going,” he lied, forcing a breathy laugh. His long fingers dug into your thigh under the desk, a silent warning and plea at the same time.

You clenched around him deliberately. Niki’s head tipped back against the chair, eyes fluttering shut for a second as he fought to stay composed. The new position him seated upright in the gaming chair, you in his lap facing him, bodies joined while Jake chatted away felt dangerously intimate. His cock throbbed rhythmically against your walls, the subtle curve pressing right into a sensitive spot that made your breath hitch quietly.

“Shit you’re evil,” he mouthed silently at you, not daring to speak it aloud. Sweat already beaded on his forehead. He tried to focus on the call, nodding along to whatever Jake was saying about food recommendations, but his free hand roamed your body under your shirt instead. Long fingers traced your ribs, then cupped your breast, thumb brushing your nipple in slow, teasing circles that matched none of the calm tone he forced into his voice.

Every tiny shift of your hips even the involuntary clenches made his jaw clench. “Yeah, that place sounds good, hyung. We should go when you’re back,” Niki replied, but his voice had dropped an octave, husky and rough around the edges. You could feel him leaking inside you, the warmth spreading as your arousal coated his length and dripped down onto his shorts.

The call dragged on. Jake kept talking, completely oblivious. Niki’s usual boundless energy was now channeled into pure restraint. He mouthed filthy things at you between responses “So fucking wet,” “You’re gonna pay for this,” and “Don’t you dare move yet.” His long legs trembled slightly under you, muscles taut from holding still. The chair creaked faintly whenever he involuntarily flexed his cock deep inside your heat.

You leaned forward, resting your head against his shoulder, lips brushing his neck. Niki’s breath stuttered audibly. “Sorry dropped something,” he quickly told Jake, covering for the noise. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, not to touch your clit, but to press lightly just above where you were stretched around him, feeling the obscene bulge of his cock inside you. The pressure made you both shudder.

Minutes felt like hours. The cockwarming was torturous in the best way no big movements, just the constant, throbbing fullness while Niki multitasked on the call. His hoodie suddenly felt too hot he tugged at the collar with his teeth, eyes half lidded and dark as he stared at you. The fairy lights you’d helped him string earlier twinkled softly, casting shifting colors across his flushed face and sharp jawline.

Finally, Jake said something about calling it a night. “Alright dude don’t stay up too late gaming.”

“Yeah… yeah, I won’t,” Niki rasped. The second the call ended, he ripped the headphones off and tossed the phone onto the desk with a clatter. Both hands gripped your ass immediately, squeezing hard.

“You absolute menace,” he growled, voice raw and no longer restrained. A wicked, breathless grin broke across his face. “Sitting on my cock the entire time I was talking to Jake? I almost moaned your name, you know that?” He rolled his hips upward in one sharp, controlled thrust, driving himself impossibly deeper. The sudden friction after so much stillness ripped a moan from both of you.

Niki didn’t flip you or move to the bed. Instead, he stayed right there in the chair, using his long legs and strong core for leverage. He guided you into a slow, grinding rhythm deep, circular rolls that kept him buried almost completely while hitting every sensitive angle. His height advantage let him lean in and bite at your collarbone, sucking marks that would be hidden by clothes tomorrow.

“Feel how deep I am?” he panted against your skin, voice playful yet wrecked. “You took all of me while I was trying to sound normal. So fucking tight and sloppy now.” One hand finally moved to your clit, rubbing fast, messy circles with those long fingers. The wet sounds of your connection were loud in the now silent room obscene and slick.

He kept the pace torturously controlled at first, savoring the way you fluttered and clenched after the long wait. “You’re shaking already,” he teased, nipping your earlobe. “Was it the risk? Knowing Jake hyung could’ve heard me lose it?” His thrusts grew sharper, more energetic, hips snapping up to meet you each time you sank down. The chair rolled slightly on the floor from the force.

The buildup was intense and different no soft kisses or long praise sessions like the others. Just raw, teasing energy mixed with pure need. Niki’s stamina showed as he fucked up into you relentlessly while keeping you anchored in his lap.

“Come on,” he urged, voice dropping into that deep timbre. “Let me feel you come while I’m still so full inside you. Right here where I was talking to hyung five minutes ago.”

Your orgasm crashed hard, walls spasming violently around his thick length. Niki cursed loudly thrusting through it with powerful strokes, drawing out every wave. His own release hit seconds later he buried himself to the hilt, long body shuddering as he came deep inside you, hot pulses filling you while he groaned your name against your neck.

Afterwards, Niki didn’t pull out. He slumped back in the chair, arms wrapped loosely around you, still buried deep. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his lips. “That was insane best worst idea ever.” He pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to your temple, then another to your lips lingering and warm.

upon arrival, it takes exactly 3 minutes for everything to fall apart,

the moment you all step into the space with the two big bungalows, woojin stops dead in his tracks,

“this one,” he announces, pointing dramatically to the one on the left,

his girlfriend doesn’t even question it, she just nods approvingly, “okay,”

“wait-“ you start,

“idc who joins,” woojin continues, already walking toward his chosen spot, “we’re taking this one,”

“you can’t just-” ohyul begins, but he’s immediately cut off,

louis and ryul, without a single word of discussion, grab their bags and head straight into the other bungalow,

like it’s the most obvious decision in the world,

no hesitation or looking back, let alone a single word,

you blink, and next to you, your bf does the exact same..

there’s a pause,

“..are they serious?” ohyul asks slowly,

you peek into the second bungalow,

louis is already flopping onto one of the beds, shoes still on,

ryul calls out, “this one’s good!”

ohyul’s eye twitches in absolute disbelief,

“no,” he says, “no, no, no-“

you can see it happening, the exact moment he realizes what’s actually happening,

two bungalows. three beds each.

woojin + girlfriend = one bed,

louis and ryul,

which leaves..

one bed, in each bungalow, separate,

ohyul turns to you very slowly, “we are not sleeping separately,”

you press your lips together, trying not to laugh, “ohyul,”

“no,” he repeats, “absolutely not, i refuse,”

he drops the bags he’s holding like they’ve personally betrayed him instead of his friends, “i’m literally dragging ryul out by his hair,”

“ohyul!”

he’s already marching toward the bungalow, sleeves pulled up like he’s about to start a war, which he actually would if he could,

you grab his wrist before he gets far, “hey,” you can’t help but laugh, “relax-“

“relax?” he turns to you, offended, “they stole our bed situation!”

“there was no assigned bed situation,” you say, trying to stay reasonable,

“there should have been,”

you laugh again, tugging him back, “it’s fine, they just didn’t think about it,”

“i thought about it,” he mutters,

“i know you did baby,”

he crosses his arms, sulking now, we’re talking full pout and eyebrows furrowed like the whole world has wronged him,

“we sleep together every day,” you say softly, nudging his side, “it’s just one night,”

“two nights,” he corrects immediately,

“still,”

“still no,”

you step closer, poking his cheek, “don’t be dramatic,”

“i’m not being dramatic,” he insists, even though he absolutely is, “this is a valid emotional response,”

“to sleeping in a different bed for once?”

“yes,”

you snort,

he leans down slightly, lowering his voice just for you to hear, “i don’t sleep well without you,”

and yeah, okay, that one hits a little,

you soften, brushing your fingers against his arm, “you’ll survive,”

“i actually might not,”

you smile, reaching up to fix his hair a little, “we’ll just hang out until late anyway, you’ll pass out as soon as you touch your bed,”

he stares at you for a second longer, clearly still unhappy,

“i’m still mad at them,” he mutters,

“i know,”

“especially ryul,”

“i know,”

there’s another pause,

“..fine,” he sighs dramatically, “but this isn’t the last you’ll hear from me,”

“i expect nothing less,”

a little later it’s time for food,

and dinner is.. loud,

the six of you are crowded around the small terrace of woojin’s bungalow, the grill sizzling while louis pretends he knows what he’s doing,

“that’s not cooked,” ryul says, poking at a piece of meat,

“it’s medium rare,” louis argues,

“it’s medium alive,”

woojin is too busy eating to care, his girlfriend is next to him, stealing food straight off his plate while he complains but doesn’t actually stop her,

you’re sitting beside ohyul, who has been in a mood to say the least,

“so,” he says casually, way too casually, “must be nice, stealing beds,”

ryul looks up, unimpressed, “we didn’t steal anything,”

“you occupied without discussion,”

“you were gone,” louis shoots back,

“for five minutes!”

“that’s enough time,” ryul says, “you snooze, you lose bro,”

ohyul stares at him, “you’re dead to me,”

you nudge him under the table, “ohyul,”

he ignores you, “i hope your bed is uncomfortable,”

“it’s actually really nice,” louis says, stretching, “super soft,”

ohyul scoffs, “fake softness, bad for your back,”

“you haven’t even tried it,”

“i don’t need to, i can tell,”

ryul smirks, “you’re just mad,”

“i’m not mad,”

you raise an eyebrow at him,

“i’m annoyed,” he corrects,

woojin’s girlfriend laughs, “you’re such a baby,”

“i’m not a baby,” ohyul shoots back immediately,

you lightly smack his arm, “stop picking fights,”

he looks at you, eyes wide with betrayal, “you’re on their side?”

“i’m on the side of peace and food,” you say, grabbing a piece of grilled meat,

“wow,” he mutters, “even my own girlfriend,”

but a second later, he’s quietly placing a better cooked piece onto your plate, without saying anything,

and you smirk to yourself, hiding your smile

after dinner, it’s time for the unmissable campfire,

because let’s be real, a camping trip without a campfire doesn’t count at all,

compared to dinner, the campfire is calmer,

the sky is dark, the fire crackling in front of you as everyone lounges around in a loose circle, drinks in hand, snacks scattered around,

marshmallows are being passed around,

louis even pulls out some cheese he took from the store earlier, “for later purposes,” he said, and you guess that’s right now,

you’re barely seated for two seconds before ohyul shifts closer,

then closer, and closer,

until his arm is fully wrapped around you, pulling you into his side like he’s claiming you,

you laugh softly, “ohyul-“

“what?”

“you’re squishing me,”

“good,”

you try to lean forward to grab your drink and he immediately tightens his hold,

“where are you going?”

“i’m getting my drink?”

“stay,” he says, pulling you back against him,

“ohyul,”

“i’ll get it for you,”

“i can get it myself,”

“no,”

you turn your head to look at him, your eyes look serious but the smile on your lips definitely gives you away, “you’re being clingy,”

“i’m always clingy,”

“this is extra,”

he rests his chin on your shoulder, voice dropping into a soft whine, “i don’t like this arrangement,”

you smile a little, “i noticed,”

“i want to sleep next to you,”

“i know,”

“what if i can’t fall asleep?”

“you will,”

“what if i don’t?”

“then you’ll try again,”

“you don’t get it,” he says seriously,

you laugh, leaning back into him properly this time, “you’re overreacting,”

“i’m not,”

he scoffs offended, but then just hugs you tighter,

a few minutes later, you shift again, trying to stand up again, and he immediately pulls you back down,

“ohyul,”

“no,”

“i just want another drink,”

“i’ll go,”

“you said that last time,”

“and i meant it this time,”

you sigh, shifting again but giving up soon enough,

and your boyfriend grins like he’s won something, his grip on you only tightening,

across the fire, ryul watches the whole thing with a very amused expression on his face, “you’re not surviving tonight,”

ohyul doesn’t even look at him, “i hate you,”

“yeah, yeah,” ryul laughs, knowing his friend a little too well,

the fire is nice and warm

the soft sound of the flames, with everyone talking over each other, laughing and joking about whatever, sends a calm and gentle feeling to your body,

until..

a breeze cuts through and makes you shiver by the sudden cold,

you pull your arms in closer, “okay, nope,”

ohyul immediately looks down at you, “what?”

“i’m cold,”

“come here,” he says, already dragging you closer like that solves everything,

and yeah, it helps, a little,

.. for about ten seconds,

another gust hits and you physically flinch, your arms shivering, “no, i need an actual sweatshirt,”

“you’re fine,” he mumbles into your hair,

“ohyul,”

“stay,”

“ohyul,”

he groans quietly, tightening his hold, “don’t leave me,”

you laugh, shifting in his hold, “i’m not leaving you, i’m going to get a sweatshirt,”

“same thing,”

you try to get his arm off but he does not budge a single bit,

“ohyul, i’m cold,”

“i’m warm,”

“you’re not a blanket,”

“i can be,”

you push at his arm again, “let me go,”

“no,”

“ohyul,”

he sighs dramatically like this is the hardest decision of his life, then finally loosens his grip, just barely tho,

“20 seconds,” he says, “if you’re not back in 20 seconds, i’m coming to get you,”

you snort, nudging his shoulder, “you’re weird,”

“i’m serious,”

“okay,” you say, already standing, “count if you want,”

“i will,”

“you won’t,”

“i will,”

you walk off before he can say anything else, shaking your head with a smile,

and yuppp,

you don’t even make it fully inside the bungalow before you hear the door creak again behind you,

you don’t turn around, because you don’t have to to know who it is, “that was not 20 seconds,”

“it felt like 20 seconds,” ohyul says, closing the door like he’s at home there,

you glance over your shoulder, “you’re literally so dramatic,”

“you left me,”

“ohyul, i walked 10 meters,”

“i was alone,”

“with 5 other people sitting right there,”

“doesn’t count,”

you laugh under your breath, digging through your bag for a sweatshirt, “you’re unbelievable,”

before you can even pull it on, he’s already behind you again,

his arms wrapping around your waist, chin dropping onto your shoulder like he physically cannot exist more than half a meter away from you,

“you feel cold,” he murmurs,

“no shit,”

“should’ve stayed,”

“ohyul-“

he presses closer, hands sliding just slightly under the hem of your shirt, warm against your skin,

not too much but just enough to make you pause for a second,

“what’s up with you today,” you chuckle,

“you had your period all week,” he mutters, voice low and a little sulky, “and now you’re finally blood free and i don’t even get to sleep next to you,”

you huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head, “that’s your complaint right now?”

“yes i haven’t had you in so long,”

“it was only a week,”

“exactly my point,”

you turn a little in his hold, looking at him, “we would’ve had to share with one of them anyway, nothing would’ve happened,”

he shrugs slightly, but his hands don’t move away, “i don’t care,”

“ohyul-“

“at least i could’ve been next to you,” he says, softer now, “that’s enough,”

you tilt your head, “just sleeping?”

he gives you a look,

“..sleeping?” you repeat, very pointedly to get your point across,

he hums, unconvinced, “there’s more ways for me to feel you,”

you can’t help but laugh a little, “you’ve survived longer,”

“10 days, and i wasn’t planning on setting a new record,”

“you counted?” you laugh,

“yes, a suffering man does crazy things,”

your eyebrows lift slightly, but you can only chuckle at your boyfriend’s face,

his thumb brushes absentmindedly against your side, “i just like having you there,”

you smile a little, “you’re so needy,”

“only for you,”

you roll your eyes, but your hand comes up to rest over his anyway, “you’ll survive one night,”

“i don’t want to survive, i want to thrive,”

you only sigh softly, holding back a smile,

he presses his face into your neck for a second, mumbling something you don’t quite catch, but his arms tighten like he’s trying to memorize you or something equally ridiculous,

you gently nudge him back, “okay, let me actually put this on before i freeze,”

he sighs but lets go, barely tho, but just enough for you to pull the sweatshirt over your head,

the second you’re done, he’s back like a magnet,

you shake your head, smiling, “you’re actually impossible,”

“and yet,” he says, pulling you in again, “you love me,”

he kisses your cheek,

probably a good 6 times, before he finally lets go completely,

letting you drag him out of the bungalow,

“yooo noona!!”

you barely step back into the firelight before louis pops up in front of you, way too energetic for someone who just ate like 10 marshmallows,

you blink at him, “hi lou,”

“come on,” he says, already grabbing your wrist lightly. “we gotta explore,”

“explore?”

yeah,” he nods, grinning, “i saw a playground earlier,”

“a playground?” you giggle,

“yeah,” he repeats, like this is the most exciting discovery of the century, “with swings and everything bro,”

you laugh, “you’re fr?”

“dead serious, cmon time for adventure,”

ohyul’s arm tightens around you immediately, “no,”

you don’t even look at him yet, “why not,”

“answer is no,” he says flatly,

louis rolls his eyes, “hyung, relax,”

“get your own girlfriend,”

“i’m borrowing her,” louis shoots back without missing a beat,

“you’re not borrowing anything,”

“she’s not yours,” louis pushes, a little mischievous smile on his face,

“she actually is so you better-“

you smack ohyul’s arm lightly, “ohyul-“

“it’s dark,” he argues,

“there are lights everywhere,”

“still dark?!”

louis leans closer to you, lowering his voice like he’s sharing a secret, “he’s scared,”

ohyul glares at him, “i’m not scared,”

“of being alone,” louis finishes, grinning, way too amused,

you snort softly and ohyul looks offended,

“wow? okay?”

“ohyul,” you say, turning to him, “i’m just going to look at a playground,”

“why?”

you shrug, “because it’s there?”

louis nods eagerly, “exactly! it’s a must,”

ohyul stares at both of you like you’ve lost your minds,

“i’ll be right back,” you say, patting his chest like that would calm him down,

he catches your hand before you can pull away, “no funny business,”

“…with louis?? ..at a playground?”

“you never know who’s out there,”

you laugh, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek, “who knows, maybe i’ll get kidnapped!”

“yn i’m being-“

“hyung i’ll protect her don’t worry,”

“no because that should be comforting?” ohyul scoffs, “bro you run off screaming before you even know what’s going on,”

you laugh again, pushing him away now, “don’t start a fight while i’m gone,”

“no promises,” he mutters again,

louis is already pulling you away, “bye hyung, don’t cry,”

“you better sleep with your eyes open tonight,”

the campsite feels different away from the fire,

a lot quieter, the vibe softer, with little lights lining the paths,

louis walks next to you, hands in his hoodie pocket, kicking at small rocks,

“this place is kinda cool,” he says,

“you mean the playground?” you tease,

“don’t act like you’re not excited,”

“a little,” you chuckle,

“exactly,” he grins,

you walk a bit further before he bumps his shoulder into yours lightly,

“also,” he adds, “i’m sorry,”

you glance at him, “for what?”

“the bed thing,” he says, “we kinda just took over,”

you wave it off, “don’t worry, it’s fine,”

“nah, but still,” he shrugs, “i didn’t think about it,”

“it’s okay,” you reassure him again,

“i can switch, though,” he adds, like it’s no big deal, “with ohyul hyung,”

you giggle, “louis-“

“i don’t mind,” he continues, “you can take my bed,”

“what about you?”

he shrugs again, “i’ll just crash in woojin’s tent, or squeeze in with ryul hyung, i was gonna sleep next to him anyway,”

you raise an eyebrow, “oh?”

“yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck, a little embarrassed, “it gets kinda scary at night, you know? ryul hyung feels safe,”

you soften immediately, “that’s actually kind of cute,”

“don’t tell him i said that,” louis immediately says,

“too late,”

“yoo-“

you grin, “i’m joking,”

there’s a small pause before you shake your head, “but no, you’re not switching,”

“why not?”

“because it’s fine,” you say, nudging his arm lightly, “ohyul’s just being dramatic,”

“that’s true,” louis snorts,

“he’ll live,”

“are you sure?”

“unfortunately, yes,”

louis grins a little at that, shoulders relaxing, “okay,”

you walk a little further in comfortable silence before he glances at you for a second, then looks ahead again, tone a little softer, but still very him,

“he really likes you tho,”

you smile without thinking, “i know,”

“like.. a lot,” he adds, “it’s kinda crazy,”

“is it?”

“yeah,” he nods, “i’ve never seen him like this,”

you hum quietly, looking down at the path for a second, but smiling to yourself, “me neither,”

louis nudges you with his shoulder again, “don’t break his heart bro,”

you gasp lightly, “wow?”

“i’m serious,”

“what about him breaking mine?”

he thinks about it for a second, “..nah he wouldn’t,” he says simply, “he’s too gone,”

you shake your head, smiling,

a little up ahead, you can already see the small playground he was talking about,

it’s empty, slightly lit, and the swings are moving just a little in the breeze,

louis squeaks excitedly, pointing, “see? definitely worth it,”

“…okay, yeah,” you admit, “this is kinda cute,”

“told you,”

back near the fire, you can faintly see ohyul’s figure pacing again, very obviously pretending he’s not watching the path,

louis follows your gaze and grins, “he’s actually losing it,”

“he is,”

“we should stay a little longer to teach him a lesson,”

“what lesson?” you laugh,

“separation,” he grins, “he has serious issues,”

you laugh as both of you sit down on a swing, letting the moment linger a little longer before eventually heading back to your spot on the campsite

at aome point, the fire dies down slowly, conversations getting quieter, everyone around you stretching and yawning,

you lean back slightly, sighing softly, “i’m gonna get ready for bed,”

ohyul’s head snaps toward you immediately, “already?”

“it’s late,” you say, standing up and brushing your hands off, “and i’m tired,”

“i’ll come,” he says instantly,

you give him a look, “to.. watch me brush my teeth?”

“support,” he corrects,

“right,” you snicker,

you grab your things, a towel, a hoodie, your little bag with toiletries, and start heading toward the shower area,

you don’t even have to check to know he’s following,

the shower rooms are surprisingly nice,

bright, clean, and way bigger than expected,

“this is better than my bathroom,” you mutter, setting your stuff down,

“this looks good,” ohyul agrees, already closing the door behind him,

you glance at him through the mirror as you pull your toothbrush out,

he just stands there, watching you,

you start brushing your teeth, leaning slightly over the sink, and not even two seconds later, he’s behind you,

of course,

his arms slide around your waist like it’s muscle memory, pulling you back against him,

you make a muffled sound, toothbrush still in your mouth, “ohyul-“

“what?” he mumbles, pressing his face into your shoulder,

his hands settle at your sides, warm and familiar, and then slowly, too casually, start wandering,

you pause, meeting his eyes in the mirror,

he just looks back at you, completely unashamed,

you shake your head, trying not to smile around your toothbrush,

he hums softly, pressing a lazy kiss against the side of your neck, “i missed you,”

“you’ve been glued to me all night,”

“not enough,”

you spit, rinse your mouth, then turn slightly in his arms, “you’re clingier than usual,”

“because i’m being neglected,”

you snort, “neglected?”

“yes,”

his hands tighten slightly at your waist, pulling you closer again like he’s making a point,

you poke his chest lightly, “behave,”

“no,”

you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling as you free yourself from his hold, stepping back toward the showers,

you pull your hoodie off,

and he watches you for half a second before stepping closer again like it’s automatic,

you glance at him, “you’re not subtle,”

“wasn’t trying to be,”

you giggle, rolling your eyes at him

he lets eyes drag over your full body as your clothes drop to the floor,

“you’re staring,”

“i know,”

you laugh, but there’s no real resistance as you reach for his hand, pulling him towards the shower,

his eyebrows lift slightly, “you’re serious?”

“do you rather stand here then?”

“i absolutely do not want to stand here,” he says immediately, pulling his shirt over his face faster than ever,

you huff out a soft laugh, stepping into the shower space,

he pauses for half a second, glancing around like he just remembered something, “aren’t there cameras here?”

you blink at him,

“in a shower room?” you deadpan,

he shrugs, “what? you never know,”

you stare at him for a second, then shake your head,

“i’m just cautious,” he adds,

“mhm,”

the water turns on, and it’s almost instantly warm, steam starting to fill the space soon after,

you step under it first, letting out a quiet sigh at the heat after a whole day outside,

and a second later, he’s right behind you again,

“well,” he murmurs, voice lower now, closer to your ear, “it’s definitely not soundproof,”

you turn your head slightly, “ohyul-“

“so,” he continues, stepping in closer, hands finding your waist again, “you better keep it quiet,”

your breath hitches just a little, not dramatic, but definitely enough for him to notice,

“and you better behave,” you mutter,

“but you like it,”

before you can respond, he leans in, not wasting any time now he finally got ylu to himself,

his lips were on yours within seconds, kissing you properly for the first time since all the chaos started,

the warm water keeps running over both of you, steam fogging up the glass, everything else fading out for a second,

his hands stay at your waist at first, a little grounding, but there’s an impatience there too, like he’s been waiting all night for this exact moment,

you lean into him without thinking, fingers pressing into his chest,

he hums softly against your lips, pulling you a little closer, like he’s making up for lost time,

he kisses you softly,

like he somehow always does with him when he’s been waiting too long,

it’s warm, yet a little desperate, but it doesn’t stay like that for long,

because it’s ohyul,

and he’s been deprived for, in his words, “an unacceptable amount of time,”

you feel it in the way he leans in more, deepening it just slightly, like he’s testing how far you’ll let him go,

and for a little while, you let him guide you,

you let him pull you into whatever high he was in right now,

his hands start wandering a little more daring now, pushing you flush against his chest, letting the warmth of the room settle in between the two of you completely,

you sigh into the kiss, your hands coming up to grab a fistful of his hair, which he gladly returns,

you have no idea how much time has passed, but after a while, you pull back just enough to breathe, “ohyul..”

“what,” he murmurs immediately, chasing your lips again,

you turn your head slightly, his lips brushing your cheek instead, “i need to wash my hair,”

he groans, “are you gonna leave me hanging now,”

“we can’t do it here,” you chuckle, letting your hands move down over his chest,

he exhales softly, like you just told him something deeply unfair, “why not,”

“you literally said it’s not soundproof,”

he pauses for half a second, “okay,” he says, like that’s a minor detail,

you stare at him, “okay?”

“then keep quiet?”

you let out a small laugh, shaking your head, “you can stay, but i’m washing my hair,”

“i’m serious,” he insists, leaning in again, slower this time, like he’s trying to convince you instead of just taking,

you let him kiss you once more, just once, before placing your hand on his chest, stopping him,

“no,”

he groans quietly, forehead dropping against yours, “cmon..”

you chuckle softly,

“just a little-“

you push him back lightly, smiling, “you’ll survive without,”

“you keep saying that,” he mutters,

“because it’s true,”

you turn away before he can try again, reaching for your things like nothing happened,

he just stands there for a second, staring at you, very clearly not over it,

“…you’re evil,” he says finally,

you glance over your shoulder, “like you’re not,”

“you’re making up for this,”

by the time you’re both back near the bungalows, the whole place feels quieter,

all the lights dimmed, all the doors closing, everyone slowly heading to bed,

you yawn softly, “i’m actually exhausted,”

“don’t,” ohyul says immediately,

you blink at him, “don’t what,”

“don’t go yet,”

he grabs your wrist, gently but insistently, pulling you back toward him before you can disappear into your bungalow,

“one minute,”

“you said that earlier,”

“this time i mean it,”

you laugh softly, but you don’t pull away tho,

and that’s a big mistake,

because the second you stop moving, he’s pulling you in

..and kissing you again

not soft this time, nor anywhere close to patient,

it’s firm and a little messy, like he’s genuinely been holding back all night and finally doesn’t care who sees for a second,

you make a quiet surprised sound, hands instinctively coming up to steady yourself against him,

“ohyul-“

he doesn’t answer, just kisses you again, slower but somehow worse, like he’s trying to make up for every second he’s about to lose,

his hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer, like he’s refusing the idea of separation entirely,

and for a second, you forget where you are,

letting him pull you into it once again,

until-

“yoo,”

you both freeze at the sound of ryul’s voice, somewhere nearby,

you pull back, both your breathing uneven,

and ohyul closes his eyes for a second like he’s in pain, which he genuinely feels like at this point,

“i hate everyone,” he mutters under his breath,

you laugh quietly, fixing his hair a little, “you should get some sleep,”

“no,”

you raise your eyebrows at him,

and he just sighs, leaning his forehead against yours one last time, “i’m not done with you,”

“i’ll see you tomorrow,”

“that’s too far away,”

you smile, stepping back, “goodnight,”

he watches you go, stepping into your bungalow.. which he isn’t sleeping in..

inside the bungalow is quiet,

it doesn’t take long before louis and ryul are asleep, soft breathing filling the space, one of them half hanging off the bed like always,

you’re laying in your own bed, the blanket pulled all the way up, staring at the ceiling for a bit,

it’s peaceful,

the quiet sounds of the trees breezing through the air as your free asmr,

not even 10 minutes later, your phone buzzes, and you don’t even have to check to know who it is,

ohyul: are they asleep?

you glance over, quietly laughing at the sight in front of you,

louis? dead asleep and ryul? unmoving,

you: yupp

three dots appear instantly but then disappear just as quickly, leaving your message on read,

it doesn’t take long before you hear the door creak open,

you press your lips together, already smiling as you sit up slightly,

“you’re so predictable,” you whisper,

ohyul doesn’t answer,

he just closes the door quietly behind him, steps over like he’s done this a hundred times, stopping next to your bed, nudging your leg,

“move,”

you scoot over, shaking your head, and he immediately slides into the bed next to you,

which is very much meant for one person btw, but that does not stop him, not even a little,

the second he’s in, his arms wrap around you, pulling you into him like that’s where you’re supposed to be, instead of in separate bungalows,

“great idea,” he mutters against your shoulder, “really, loved it,”

you laugh softly, “you lasted, what, 5 minutes?”

“i’m definitely not sleeping in another bed while you’re in here,”

his face presses into your neck, breathing you in like he’s been deprived for years instead of minutes,

you relax into him for a second before whispering, “louis is in here,”

he goes still, just for a second,

then he sighs out, long and over exaggeratedly suffering, “..i know,”

you can practically feel the disappointment radiating off him,

“so behave,” you add quietly,

“i hate this,”

“you’ll survive,”

“you need to stop saying that,”

you smile a little,

but then his hand shifts slightly at your waist, then a little more,

you catch his wrist immediately, “ohyul,”

“what,” he whispers, completely innocent,

you give him a look in the dark, “don’t,”

he exhales softly, forehead dropping against your shoulder again, “we do things at the dorm when he’s in his room,”

“he’s literally right there,” you whisper back,”

“..he’s asleep,”

“ohyul,”

he goes quiet for a second,

then, softer, almost a pout you can hear, “you’re so strict today,”

“we’re on a trip with your friends,”

his fingers twitch slightly like he’s debating whether to behave or not,

but as expected, he loses his inner debate, again,

you grab his hand this time, holding it still against you, “stop,” you giggle,

he lets out the quietest groan, “you’re killing me,”

“go to sleep,”

“i just got here,”

you soften a little at that, your grip loosening just slightly, but not enough,

he takes advantage anyway, shifting closer, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against your neck,

you inhale sharply, “ohyul,”

“i’m being quiet,” he whispers,

“…you’re not helping,”

he smiles against your skin, you can feel it, but he completely settles next to you now,

his arms are wrapped tight around you, face tucked into your neck, like if he holds on hard enough, no one can separate you again,

“i’m still mad at them tho,” he mumbles,

you laugh quietly, “i know,”

“…especially ryul,”

“i know,”

“and the second we’re home you’re mine,”

you chuckle quietly, “mhm,”

he squeezes you once more, finally going still,

but his hand?

still very much not behaving,

you exhale quietly through your nose, tightening your hold on his wrist again, “ohyul..”

“i’m not doing anything,” he whisper yells immediately,

you give him a look, even though it’s dark, he feels it,

“barely anything,” he amends under his breath,

you shake your head, but there’s no real bite to it anymore, your fingers still loosely wrapped around his wrist, keeping him in place more than pushing him away,

his thumb traces the smallest and softest line before stopping when you tighten your grip again,

“you’re no fun,” he murmurs.

you huff a quiet laugh, shifting just slightly so you’re more comfortable in his arms,

which is yet again, a big mistake,

because he immediately takes that as an invitation, pulling you closer again, pressing his face deeper into your neck,

“don’t move,” he mumbles,

“i’m literally just breathing,”

“you’re moving too much,”

there’s a small pause, a peaceful pause if anything,

but then..

his lips brush your neck again, a lot slower this time, softer and testing,

you inhale quietly, “ohyul-“

“i’m being quiet,” he whispers, voice way too pleased with himself,

“you’re so annoying,”

“so are you,”

you don’t answer that one, but you don’t push him away either,

and he hums softly, clearly taking that as a win, arms tightening just a little around you, settling in properly now,

he’s definitely still restless and still not entirely behaving, but at least he’s quieter now,

content, even,

“this is still unfair,” he mumbles after a second,

“mhm,”

“but at least i can hold you,”

your grip on his wrist loosens just a little at that and he notices,

he presses a little kiss pressed against your shoulder, his fingers shifting again, just enough to remind you he hasn’t actually given up,

and you sigh softly, already knowing it’s going to be a long night,

for him, for sure

and honestly?

for you too,

but even like this,

half restrained, whispering complaints into your neck, arms wrapped tight around you like you’re gonna run away,

he’s exactly where he wants to be..

more preferably, he would’ve liked his own bungalow of course,

but oh well,

like you said; “he’ll survive”

even though he himself is not quite sure how..

mlist ツ

“I’m so excited for this weekend, you have no idea!” You exclaimed, turning Jay’s attention back to you.

He smiled down at you, already re-organizing the trunk so it could fit your stuff and the girls’. For some reason, you were feeling a little bit shy around him. You guys had talked for hours last night, to the point where you both fell asleep on video call and woke up on video call. You were one hundred percent sure Jay saw you as a lunatic from all the snoring and talking you probably did during your sleep.

You felt like a little girl, felt smaller and suddenly too self-aware of what and how you were feeling in the moment. You were falling for Jay, everyone could notice that from afar, and if the man himself had not noticed by now, then you were sure he was blind or just acting stupid so he wouldn't make you uncomfortable. Just regular Jay stuff. You almost felt like he was too good for you, even if you didn’t do anything bad, he was just perfect. 

“Hey, are you okay?”

He snapped you out of your thoughts—of course those thoughts didn’t really go away since they were quite literally in front of you.

You showed him a shy smile and nodded, about to say something absurd until you were unfortunately interrupted by a loud voice, a voice that everyone was familiar with, “Graduation trip!” Yelled Beomgyu as he hopped out of Chenle’s cramped car.

You would think that a boy that came from a rich family, would own a very nice and elegant car, but Chenle? He drove the slowest and most uncomfortable car just so he wouldn't be his friend’s uber. You thought it was a smart thing to do if you were being honest.

“Graduation trip!” Both Yunjin and you ran towards Beomgyu and crashed into a hug, grabbing Chenle on the way. Like the kids you were, you started jumping in circles, earning a confused look from the others.

Jake turned to Sunghoon with a frown, “I kind of want to join..”

Chaewon snorted a laugh, “What’s stopping you, babe?” Both Sunghoon and Jake’s smile dropped, making her smile.

“We would be there already if it weren't for you, by the way!” Heeseung said, stepping out of the car and instantly throwing his stuff on the trunk of Jake’s car.

The group separated, making Jake frown ever more. “Aww, man.”

You made your way back to Jay, sending him a smile on the way. “So, seating arrangements?” You asked, turning to the others.

If you were being completely honest, you deeply wanted to sit next to Jay just because. Unfortunately, you had a chat with Sunghoon prior where you discussed who would be seating where, and you were not lucky.

“I call the seat behind Jay!” Sunghoon raised his hand almost immediately after your question, making you snap your head at him.

“Didn’t you say you wanted the front seat?” He shook his head, winking at you. You looked at him up and down and turned back to Jay, who happened to be looking away. “Okay.” You mumbled to yourself, hiding a smile within your lips.

Once you arrived at the beach house, everyone jumped out of two cars and stretched, legs basically flying everywhere. Simultaneously, you and Jay raised your arms in the air, catching each other’s gaze when a yawn escaped you both, making you let out a laugh. You quickly covered your mouth, shyly looking away as you shut the door close and turned to your best friends.

“Graduation trip!” Beomgyu exclaimed, grabbing you by the shoulders to shake you violently.

You giggled in between shakes but then Jay quickly interrupted you both by putting a hand on Beomgyu to stop him. “Okay, let’s stop before you give Y/n a headache.”

The boy frowned dramatically, letting go of you. Before you could say anything else, a voice cut through, “holy shit, this house’s big as fuck.” 

Sunghoon gaped in surprise then turned to you. “I didn’t know you were rich.”

“Dude.” Jay calmly called.

You snorted, shaking your head. “My grandfather’s business, like I said. It's a family house, literally everyone uses it.” You explained.

“Ahh,” Jake cut in awe. “That’s cool as shit.” He mumbled next to Sunghoon, “They’re going to be the rich couple.” He lowered his voice so only he could hear.

“Pft, they wish.” Chenle snorted behind them, making both of them jump, as he placed his hands on his waist as he looked over to the beach house. “L/N’s beach house, a precious and house with legendary stories—“

You cut your friend off by slapping the back of his neck, making everyone gasp and cover their mouths.

“Yah!” Chenle pretended to hit you.

You ignored him then turned to everyone with a smile, joining your hands together in a clap. “Everyone, before we unpack, I’ll be giving you a grand tour around the house, please take your shoes off and leave them right there,” you pointed at the step next to the doorstep.

The rest followed your steps, and as they took their shoes off, you opened the door for them and waited until everyone was in—but then he stopped you, placing his arm above you on the door to let you walk in before him. You smiled at Jay, then walked inside with the others.

You showed them the living room, kitchen, backyard, and then headed to where the bedrooms were. You, Yunjin, and Chaewon instantly called the biggest room as soon as it was in sight, causing Jake and Beomgyu to whine, then deciding to room together in the bedroom next to yours, Heeseung and Chenle taking the one next to them, then Sunghoon and Jay chose the room across yours. 

“How many rooms are there?” Jake asked as he peeked out of the room he was staying in. “It’s like the backrooms in here.” He joked.

You chuckled. “That room is the cousins room, there’s a bunch of bunk beds because we all used to sleep there when we were younger.” You explained. He let out an “ah” then went back into the room.

“You can take the bedroom in front of you though,” you called out, making everyone peep out of their bedrooms. “We watch movies in that bedroom…maybe we can all sleep there one night.” You suggested.

All of a sudden, Sunghoon stepped out of his bedroom and gave you a tight hug, making you freeze and look around. You caught Jay’s eyes and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, from his stare and the situation you were in.

“I’m so glad we became friends.” Sunghoon sighed before pulling away.

You scoffed a laugh, looking at him as you pat his head repeatedly. “And you call me weird.”

He rolled his eyes before walking back to Jay and smiled, patting his chest. “All yours, bro.”

“Do you guys want to see the game room?”

“There’s a game room!?” Everyone shouted.

“Finally!” Heeseung exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. “I was about to give the tour myself.” He grunted, stepping out of his room lazily, rushing down the stairs.

Everyone quickly followed him, leaving Jay and you behind. “Heeseung’s been here before?” He asked, a hint of jealousy—that you weren’t able to notice—in his tone.

“Our families are really close.” You explained casually.

“Mhm..” he hummed, stepping out of the way so you could walk down before him.

As the door to the basement slides opened, Jake and Sunghoon immediately gasped, “there’s a pool table!”

Obviously given by the reactions, the two guys quickly started playing pool, pushing each other out of the way which made you laugh as you sat on the couch with Heeseung and Chenle, who had already turned the TV on to play League of Legends. From all the years you’ve gone to the beach house, this was probably the first time you noticed the TV had League of Legends installed. “Since when do we have that game?” You asked Heeseung.

He glanced at you then went back to the TV. “I installed it a few years ago.” He mumbled.

Across from you, on the couch, Jay bit his bottom lip, feeling a sudden rush of something—he didn’t know what, but it was definitely something. So instead of making conversation, you both stared at the TV whilst the others were fighting or whatever they were doing at the pool table.

“You’re so bad at this.” Heeseung threw an insult at Chenle, who then bit back by throwing a pillow at him. You laughed at the action, glancing at Jay, who was already staring at you. You smiled at him, making him smile back, biting the inside of his cheek, for some reason, nervously.

After a few minutes of playing and watching whatever the guys were doing, Jay, shyly so, grabbed his phone and sent you a text.

JayYAY😊: don’t want to ruin the moment but I'm pretty sure someone is about to get hangry..

At the vibration of your phone, you pulled it out and smiled, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing, already knowing he was referring to Heeseung. 

So the next second, you stood up and clapped. “Who wants to go to the local grocery shop with me to buy groceries and snacks? Raise your hand if it’s a yes.” Heeseung instantly held his arm up, murmuring something about being hungry. Yunjin pointed at him, fully agreeing whilst the others simply ignored your question and kept playing. 

You gave them—basically the air—a thumbs up as you grabbed both Yunjin and Heeseung, and dragged them up the stairs. Silently, Jay followed behind with the keys already in the palm of his hands.

You walked casually to the front seat as the others went back, Heeseung hopping on the back with Yunjin. You looked back at them, slapping Heeseung’s phone off his hands, “put your seatbelt first.”

Heeseung rolled his eyes but did as you said, making Jay subconsciously smile, “you sound like a mom.” He commented teasingly, turning the engine on.

“These two never put on their seatbelt, I swear to god.” And as you put your seat belt on, Jay started to drive away, handing you his phone for you to put music.

Behind you two, Yunjin and Heeseung giggled to themselves like little kids, clearly enjoying whatever you two were having.

The group decided to go to the beach that same night, an idea suggested by Sunghoon—who said going to the beach at night was a great idea. Of course, that plan ended up with all of you running back to the beach house when a crab bit the guy and he screamed like he was getting killed.

“I swear, I feel like my foot is going to fall off.”

“Sunghoon, you’re actually so dramatic, not to mention that you literally provoked the little thing.” Chaewon said as she handed him an ice pack.

He smirked, “this was part of my plan, you know? Getting you to take care of me and all.” Everyone rolled their eyes at his poor attempt at flirting with the girl, “I heard a kiss helps you cure yourself from crab wounds.” He winked, pouting his lips teasingly.

Chaewon glared at him, then turned to Yunjin and you, who had been silently laughing the whole time. “This is the last time we’re hanging out with him.”

Sunghoon gasped, holding his hand out dramatically then pointed at you, “have you ever gone skinny-dipping, y/n?”

“Dude.” Jay glared at him, making the guy giggle.

You looked at him and shook your head. Sunghoon grinned, glancing at Jake. “There was this one time Jake and I went skinny-dipping and—“ Jake quickly covered his mouth, his words muffling.

“Hey! We said we wouldn’t say anything!” He yelped when he felt the guy bite him.

“Oh gosh, is he drunk?” Chenle whispered to Beomgyu, who was then slapped on the arm by Sunghoon.

“Drunk in love,” he snorted, winking at Chaewon who groaned and fell on the couch right next to you and Jay. “My time will come, Kim Chaewon.”

“It will. Not in the way you think, though.” She muttered, hugging your side.

Without you or him really noticing, Jay slid his arm behind you to rest on the couch, subtly brushing your bare skin on your shoulders with his fingers. You glanced at him and found him staring at you, making you smile at him shyly. He looked at you and stared at you for a moment with that softness in his eyes that you didn’t know he only had for you.

“Jay, you’re making cheeseburgers, right?” Beomgyu flopped on the coach, the weight of it suddenly making you slide closer to Jay, your side now touching his.

“For sure, want me to start now?” Jay said, trying his hardest not to react to your touch. Beomgyu nodded with an innocent smile, making the guy mentally frown. “Let me get right to it then.”

“I’ll help you!” You suddenly called when you saw him stand up, pushing the girl off of you softly. “Unless you have everything handled.” You tried to sound less excited.

Heeseung and Yunjin shared a look, the boy speaking first. “I vote she helps. She makes fire fries. Right, Yunjin?” She nodded immediately.

“Yo, I love her fries!” Beomgyu exclaimed.

Jay smiled at you, nodding his head towards the exit of the living room. “Let’s go then.” You quickly stood up and made your way to the boy.

“We’ll be in the basement!” Sunghoon shouted as he made his way downstairs, dragging Jake with him, the others following behind.

Nonchalantly—or at least you thought so—you walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a beer, handing it to Jay with a soft smile, the same smile Jay swore he’d pass out from one day.

“Thanks.” He shyly said, “you don’t drink beer?” He asked when you closed the fridge without a bottle.

“Oh gosh, no. I hate it.” You responded as you put the meat on the island counter. “I prefer drinks.”

Jay let his lips part, exhaling a small “ah” as an answer. “Want me to make you a drink?” He put his beer down, his eyes set on you.

“What kind of drink?” You tilted your head with your shy smile before handing him a brown apron, to which he turned around, back facing you, so you could put it on him. You chuckled as you wrapped the apron around him, your soft breathing falling on Jay’s neck.

“Whatever the lady wants.” He responded quietly.

He turned around to meet with your gaze and smiled down at you, a smile appearing across his lips. You giggled softly, “what?”

“Nothing.” He said quickly.

You shrugged, your eyes shifting away from him when he softly chuckled. Whatever he was doing, whether it was on purpose or not, had you falling hard.

The next two days, you were either going crazy or completely delusional. You had noticed for a moment—how Jay was suddenly closer to you, it wasn’t weird at first, you hadn’t even noticed it; you had gone to the beach, say together, he asked you if you could put sunscreen on his back and go swim with him, just the normal stuff. But then it was things like going on a walk together in the morning, sneaking into your room to wake you up and asking if you wanted to take a walk, obviously you said ‘yes’, how could you not.

Even Beomgyu had noticed, mumbling something about “they look like they have something going on.”

That might’ve been what made you more aware of what Jay did. Which is why you decided to sneak out with Heeseung when everyone else was having drinks at the beach house with some other people they met up with from university.

“I don’t know, I think you should just tell him how you feel.” Heeseung said, taking a huge sip from the bottle before handing it back to you.

“You think so?” He nodded, “what if I’m just reading things the wrong way? Don’t you think he’s just being nice?”

He shrugged. “Well, he is nice. Nice as fuck. But come on, he treats you way differently than everyone else. Like yes, he’s nice to Yunjin and Chaewon, he’s a gentleman, obviously. But Y/n, he’s like—a different person when he’s with you—a nice different.”

“Okay…ugh, I just—I feel so stupid. I mean, we’re adults, and I feel like—“ you shook your whole body, kicking off the sand you were walking on. “—I feel like I’m back in high school or something. It’s a weird feeling.”

“I say go for it.”

“You always say that.”

He shrugged, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Speaking of,”

You rubbed your eyes, seeing the familiar silhouette walking towards you two. “I hate that I didn’t bring my contacts.”

“It’s Jay.” He whispered.

“I know that, obviously.” You whispered back.

“You guys good?” Asked Jay, approaching you with an unfamiliar smile.

“For sure,” Heeseung spoke before you. “Hey, why don’t you keep walking with Y/n? My feet are starting to hurt.” He stopped and patted your head.

Jay looked at you and smiled, nodding. “I’d love to.”

You smiled shyly, discreetly kicking the back of Heeseung’s knee when he took the bottle from you and walked away, leaving you alone with the man you were literally just talking about.

After a few seconds of silent and very awkward silence, Jay stepped into your side, slightly touching your arm with his. 

“You okay?” He quietly asked, sounding way too nice.

You looked up at him and smiled, “yeah. Just wanted to take a walk.” You started moving your feet.

He hummed, following you with his hands behind his back. “Yeah, me too. Well, I came out here to see how you were because you were gone for quite some time and was afraid something happened to you. But the air’s pretty nice right now too.” He explained, making you smile at his sudden ramble. “Everyone’s pretty wasted back in the house.”

“Do you even know who the other people were?” You chuckled.

“Nah. I’m pretty sure we’ve spoken like once.” You covered your mouth to keep yourself from laughing, making Jay smile and push your shoulder once again. “What?” He laughed.

“Nothing.” You spoke in a little voice.

Jay, instead of pushing any further, hummed again, and let it go. You sighed in relief, you didn’t even know why you laughed, the simple thought of Jay being here with you made you giggle, you did not want to explain that to him.

“You look really pretty tonight.” He spoke all of a sudden.

You froze for a second then smiled, shyly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You think?”

He nodded, “You look pretty every day but today..the sun made you glow more, if that makes sense.” He chuckled, “what I’m trying to say is that you look really pretty every day but you especially look prettier tonight.”

You snorted a laugh at his stuttering, “I get what you’re trying to say. Thanks Jay, you look really handsome as well.” You commented with a confident smile.

He looked down at himself then tilted his head at you. “You really think so?” You nodded shyly, the confidence you had just a second ago grumbling when his eyes lingered on you. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” You mumbled.

Jay chuckled, his hand accidentally brushing yours as they sat in the air whilst you walked. You both looked down, ignoring the tingling feeling in both of your bodies.

“The water looks so scary at night.” You commented, “have you ever wanted to go swim this late?”

He shook his head immediately, “I wouldn’t even do it for a million bucks.”

“Actually?” You giggled at his reaction.

“What if something comes and bites me?”

“You’re so unserious, Jay.” You laughed.

He clicked his tongue inside his cheek, grabbing your arm when he saw you getting closer to the water. “I’m smart. I’ve seen a bunch of shark movies. Trust me.” He pulled you closer.

You smiled teasingly at him. “You’re scared of the water!” You giggled, pointing your free finger at him, the effect of alcohol finally kicking in.

“I didn’t say that!” He laughed, taking your finger in his hand.

“You basically did! It’s okay, Jay. I’ll keep your secret.” You whispered, pulling yourself closer to him, your back now touching his chest.

“You better.” He whispered back, his breath tingling behind your ear. “What are you afraid of then, Miss weird lady?” He asked with a playful smile, looking down at you as his arm wrapped around you, still holding your hand in his.

“I…am afraid of nothing. I'm cool like that.” You smirked, making him laugh.

“I’m sure you’re scared of something. But okay, I’ll get you to admit it one day.” He stood closer to whisper right in your ear.

You hummed, your cheeks heating up at the feeling of his breath close to your neck.

“For now, what do you say we go back to the house before one of us gets eaten by a shark?” He asked, helping you stand normally.

“I’m okay here.” You simply said, not moving further.

Jay chuckled when he felt you stop him from walking. “Here?” He repeated.

“It’s fun being with you.”

Jay looked down at you, his eyes suddenly shifting down to your lips before looking back at your eyes. “You’re so drunk, aren’t you?” 

“You don’t think I like spending time with you?”

He shook his head, “it’s not that, I just—“

“—I might be drunk but I’m definitely conscious, Jay.” You giggled, grabbing him by the shoulder. “You doubt that you’re good company?” You asked in a much intimate tone.

He looked down at you, gulping at the simple sight of you. “I don’t. It’s different with you.”

“…different how?” You whispered.

As nervous as Jay suddenly became, he was so glad a drunk Jake and Beomgyu came out stumbling and falling face hard into the sand, interrupting whatever you two were having.

“Ouch.” The two boys mumbled, making you and Jay rush to them like parents.

Whatever you two had to say to each other, might have to wait.

jayJAY!😊:  hi

jayJAY!😊:  are u awake

you:  HI

you:  i might be…can’t sleep

jayJAY!😊:  come to the backyard

jayJAY!😊:  why

jayJAY!😊:  just comeeee

jayJAY!😊:  put on a bathing suit

jayJAY!😊:  okay

jayJAY!😊:  YAYYY

you:  what did i just witness

jayJAY!😊:  GET HEREEE

you:  AAHSHJAHJ OKIIII

You quite literally wasted no time in changing from your very comfortable hello kitty pajamas into your two piece pink bathing suit, not something out of the world, but it did capture your figure perfectly. You grabbed your shorts and put them on, almost tripping on your own feet before quietly opening the door to your room.

Everyone was basically out of it by now; Jake, Beomgyu and Yunjin had gotten the most drunk and actually passed out in the game room. Heeseung and Chenle had fallen asleep hugging each other, Sunghoon had tried to go to the room Chaewon was sleeping in but ended up passing out right outside of it since she had locked him out. The other people that the others had invited had disappeared. You had sobered up by two in the morning but could not sleep at all from all the thoughts you had inside, running through your brain.

You made your way downstairs, careful not to wake anyone up, and slid the door to the backyard open. You saw Jay look behind him, a smile appearing on his lips.

He was inside the jacuzzi, shirtless and with wet hair, and you swore you almost passed out because of how handsome he looked with the new style of hair.

“Hi.” You smiled shyly, the bubbles of the jacuzzi suddenly looking more intimidating to you.

Jay stared at you for a second before tapping the dry concrete beside him. You made your way to him, sitting exactly next to where he was sitting only outside, your feet being the only thing in the water. “Oh, the water is really warm.”

He chuckled, letting his hands fall on his lap. “I think that’s the point of jacuzzis.” He teased you.

“Ah, really?” You chuckled, playing along. “I’ve never liked jacuzzis.”

Jay snapped his head towards you, looking up in disbelief. “Why’s that?”

You shrugged. “My cousin used to pee all the time and no one ever noticed because the water was already warm.” You explained casually, causing Jay to shift in his seat uncomfortably. “Ahh, I’m joking!” You pointed your finger at him, instantly lowering yourself into the circle, moving across Jay.

“I have a feeling you aren’t joking.” He squinted his eyes at you.

“No, I’m dead serious. Our family is a bunch of kids, at least one of them had to pee in here.” You waved your hands under water, splashing some of it on Jay. “Don’t worry! They’re banned from entering the jacuzzi.”

He snorted a laugh, licking his lips as he watched you tip more of your body under water. “Why?”

“Because only adults are allowed to be here,” you pointed at him and yourself. “We’re good.” You winked at him, making him laugh, letting his head slightly fall back.

Something about his smile, as dark as it was right now, brightened the whole backyard. It was at that moment, when you realized how serious your feelings were for Jay, and you were scared as hell for feeling this way because it made your heart beat faster than it normally did.

“Why did you ask me to come here, anyway?” You spoke first after a few seconds of moving your hands in the water, trying your best to not feel too nervous around him.

Jay nodded, following your movements as his hands dove in the water. “Just…wanted to be with you.”

You nodded along, “is that so?” You let your mouth move before your brain.

He looked at you and chuckled, watching as you kept looking everywhere but him. “Mhm, the stars are so pretty tonight, aren’t they?” He commented, grinning from ear to ear. Thinking he was looking up, you turned to him, only to find him staring at you.

“Yeah…” you trailed off.

“This weekend was nice, by the way.” He said, changing the topic. “I’m glad you invited me.” 

You smiled, letting your head fall backwards until your hair was completely wet. “You were always considered in the invitation.” You mumbled.

“Really?” You nodded.

“You’re Heeseung's best friend, and Yunjin and Beomgyu always wanted to get close to you because they thought you were cool.” He chuckled. 

“What about you?” He asked, his tone sounding more personal, more attentive.

“Me?” He nodded, “uhm, im glad you’re here.” You smiled shyly at him.

“That’s good to hear.” He said, almost sounding like a whisper. He pushed himself away from the jacuzzi wall, closing the little space you had. You straightened your legs to stand at your regular height, yet Jay still stood taller, bigger, than you.

As some hair pieces fall into your face, Jay slowly tucks them behind your ear, causing your lips to part open subconsciously. He let his hand fall to your right cheek, and slowly caressed it, tilting your head upwards.

“Can I…confess something?” You nodded too quickly, making him smile. He wiped the drops of water on your cheek and laughed softly. He then stood quiet for a second, sighed, and dipped his head lower, “I think I’m falling for you.”

For a second, as if time had stopped and you and Jay were the only ones there–which you technically were–your eyes softened, eyebrows shifting slightly upward. Your breathing hitched as you looked at him–as confident as he stood, it seemed like he was rethinking his words as he watched your reaction shift every second, "Don’t feel pressured to respond, I just wanted to be honest. I understand if you don’t reciprocate my feelings–”

“–No!” Jay’s eyes widened, making you exhale out a laugh, “I like–I have feelings for you as well.” You sighed in relief.

“You do?” You nodded. Jay’s shoulder relaxed as he placed his free hand on his chest where his heart would be, a smile appeared across his face, also making you smile. “Thank God.”

You let out a giggle, feeling your cheeks heating when he went to reach for them again, “Was I not…obvious?”

“I was afraid I misunderstood or something,” he cupped your face on his hands, “I’m glad I was wrong, though.” You looked into each other's eyes, his fingers caressing your face softly, making your breath heavier.

“...Can I?” He let his eyes linger on yours, flickering to your lips a few times, waiting for a response as his thumb lightly touches your bottom lip. Your whole self froze, no words coming out but a simple nod. “I need words, pretty.”

“I would really like it if you kissed me, Jay.” You managed to whisper.

Jay’s gaze softened, and didn't wait a second more to softly capture his lips on yours. You melt instantly in his hold, your hand falling on his shoulder to grab something. His right hand quickly found your lower back, holding you close as his lips continued to move with yours in a small, innocent kiss.

And when he finally pulled away, you immediately felt the heat rush to your cheeks. Your arm was loosely holding onto Jay’s shoulder, your lips ghostly brushing his as he reached for another sweet kiss. You chuckled breathlessly at the action, then pulled him closer for another kiss, only this one lasted longer than the first two, both of your lips moving more synchronized, more familiar now.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for God knows how long.” Jay whispered as you both broke the kiss. You giggled against his lips, his finger touching your lips with a teasing smile, “Hey, I’ve been a patient man.”

“Of course you have.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and smiled. “It’s cute.”

“Mhm.” He hummed, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re cute. A cute but weird lady.”

You snorted, tilting your head sideways to capture his lips once again. Surprised, Jay let you take control, his hands still being hesitant to touch you elsewhere but your waist and neck. You pulled him closer, close enough that your chest was touching his. He removed his hand from your neck and placed it on your hip, pulling you even closer.

“Can we…play mermaids?” You asked in a breathless whisper, pulling away from the kiss.Jay–with plumped and red lips from your touch–let out a laugh, a genuine smile creasing the corner of his eyes as he nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” You squeezed his shoulders, placing a quick kiss on his cheek before jumping out of the jacuzzi and jumping into the actual pool. Jay looked at you for a moment, his face lighting up as he watched you start swimming around as if you were a mermaid. What a weird lady. He shook his head, laughing before jumping in with you.

mars yap I loved doing this fic even tho it took longer to write omg I hope u enjoyed this as well and hope to see u in my future fics!!! I am currently writing a Jake fic and will head with sunghoon after so pls be patient LOVE UUU THANKS FOR READING EVERYBODY