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jungwon is every parent’s dream. polite, hardworking, respectful, fun, and annoyingly handsome. so you already knew that the second he met your parents, they’d be absolutely head over heels for him.

it was a wrap from day one. after only two months of dating, you were already introducing him to your family. you didn't have any second thoughts about moving that fast because you just knew jungwon was the one —the guy you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. and just like you predicted, your parents were hooked the moment they laid eyes on him. it got to the point where they were bragging to every single relative about their "incredible son-in-law" and how you’d basically hit the jackpot with him. (never mind the fact that you were their actual daughter, but whatever).

after that first meeting, your parents were practically begging you to bring him over every time you visited. the gossip about him spread through the family like wildfire. soon enough, all your aunts and cousins (even the ones you couldn't stand) were dying to meet the man. that's how you ended up getting roped into the annual family retreat, where everyone packs up and rents a massive vacation house for the weekend.

when your mom called you monday morning to extend the invitation (which, let’s be real, was more for jungwon than it was for you), your gut instinct was to shut it down. none of those people actually gave a damn about you. your aunts were professional shit-talkers who, before jungwon, loved to whisper about how you’d end up a lonely cat lady. but jungwon, being the "perfect" boyfriend he is, jumped on the phone and promised your mom that you guys wouldn't miss it for the world.

and that’s exactly how you ended up stuck at a country estate with at least twenty people, half of whom were practically tripping over themselves to get a second of jungwon’s attention. at least your male cousins and the little kids weren't phased, but the rest of them? it was embarrassing.

you were left fighting for crumbs of your own boyfriend's time while dealing with backhanded comments about how you better "keep it tight" or you’d end up losing a guy like him. and don't even get started on your fifteen-year-old cousins —they looked like they went into heat every time he walked into the room.

by the time friday night rolled around, the crowd had drained you both so much that you just crashed into bed, barely having a second to breathe, let alone touch each other. saturday morning gave you a tiny window —a five-minute getaway behind one of the guest houses that turned into a frantic make-out session— but it was cut short when your dad started shouting for jungwon to go fishing. that little taste of him didn't help. it just poured gasoline on the fire.

the rest of the day was straight-up torture. see, despite the "golden boy" act, you knew the real jungwon. he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and he got off on pushing your buttons.

he spent the family lunch with his hand hidden beneath the heavy tablecloth, his fingers dangerously close to the hem of your panties. he’d squeeze your inner thigh, his thumb grazing your pussy every time he laughed at one of your uncle’s jokes, leaving you breathless and clinging to your fork just to stay upright. later, when you leaned over to pull a cake out of the oven and your grandma stepped out for five seconds, he didn't just smack your ass, he kneaded the flesh firmly, his rings cold against your skin, before whispering a filthy promise about what he’d do to you later.

even in the pool, with your little cousins splashing around just a few feet away, he was relentless. his hands were steady underwater, tracing slow, agonizing lines over your ribs and down to your hips, his fingers hooking into the side of your bikini bottom just enough to let the cold water rush in against your heated skin. he was playing you like an instrument, making sure you were well-aware of exactly how much he wanted you, all while flashing that innocent, dimpled smile at your mom.

by sunset, you were flushed —partly from the sun, partly from being annoyed by your cousins, but mostly from the sheer desperation jungwon had been building up in you all day. he’d spent hours keeping you dripping wet, making sure your lace was soaked and your head was spinning, with no sign of when he was actually going to finish what he started.

you were counting down the minutes until you could finally get him alone. but then, the universe decided to fuck with you. your uncle showed up, rallying all the men for an overnight hunting trip. jungwon gave you this fake-ass guilty smile as he said goodbye, his eyes dark with a secret amusement as he watched you struggle to keep your composure. you had to head to bed alone to take care of your own problem, frustrated and aching, while they spent the whole night out in the woods.

when you woke up sunday morning, the sun was already blazing through the windows of the vacation house. your dad, your uncles, and jungwon had just gotten back from the hunt, and all you got was a quick, sleepy goodnight kiss before jungwon crashed into bed, completely dead to the world. you knew right then that, once again, you weren't getting a single second of alone time with your boyfriend.

frustrated and still feeling the tension from saturday, you threw on your bikini and a pair of denim shorts (the only thing that made sense in this heat) and tried to get through the morning. you spent the next few hours in the kitchen with your mom and aunts, helping prep lunch while the sounds of the kids splashing in the pool echoed from outside.

"the roast is almost done," your mom noted, pulling off her apron and wiping some sweat from her forehead. "another thirty minutes and we can call everyone for lunch." you nodded, letting out a tired yawn as you leaned against the marble counter, scrolling through your phone.

"can you keep an eye on it for me? i want to go get some sun and gossip with your aunts before your father wakes up and ruins the vibe," she said with a little smirk. you just shrugged.

"sure, mom. no problem," you replied, just wanting some peace and quiet.

"perfect! just yell if you need anything, we’ll all be out by the pool," she smiled, planting a quick kiss on your cheek before heading toward the glass door that led to the patio.

you caught yourself yawning again, your mouth feeling dry from the heat. you reached into the fridge to grab a soda, but the second the cold air hit your face, you felt firm hands grip your hips. something warm and hard pressed right into your ass, and before you could even let out a gasp of surprise, a large, warm hand clamped over your mouth.

"it's just me, baby," you heard him whisper. the vibration of his voice —that low, smug rasp that only jungwon had— made the tension drain out of your body instantly, replaced by a massive jolt of adrenaline.

"jungwon, you scared the shit out of me!" you hissed against his palm as he let go. you turned around in his arms, hooking your hands behind his neck, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.

his hands didn't stay still, though. they slid down to possesively cup your ass, his thumbs tracing the thin line of your bikini bottoms peeking out from the waistband of your shorts. he bit his bottom lip, pulling back just an inch to look at you, his eyes dark and hungry —the look of a man who was done playing the polite guest.

"it wasn't my intention," he says, though the smugness in his voice implies the exact opposite. his hands giving the soft flesh of your ass a firm, full-handed squeeze that makes you jump. you can feel the heat of his erection pressing hard against your stomach, and you instinctively swat at his chest in a weak attempt to keep him at bay.

"jungwon, not here! anyone could walk in at any second," you protest, your voice barely a whisper. he lets out a mock sigh, pouting like a disappointed kid who didn't get his way.

"too bad. i really thought you missed me as much as i missed you," he murmurs, leaning in until his lips are brushing against the shell of your ear. the heat of his breath sends a violent shiver down your spine, leaving you weak in his arms.

"i did," you say, your voice failing you. "you know perfectly well i did." the words come out as more of a whimper when he slides one hand back to your waist while the other slips underneath the loose fabric of your denim shorts. his bare palm meets your skin, kneading your ass without the barrier of your clothes, and you lose your train of thought completely.

"but we’re in the kitchen... anyone could come in," you try to argue again, but your body is betraying every word. you tilt your head to the side, exposing the sensitive line of your throat and giving him all the room he needs to leave a trail of wet, bruising kisses against your skin. he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, his teeth grazing you just hard enough to leave a mark.

"then just don't make any noise, baby," he smirks against your skin, licking his lips as he pulls back to look at you. before you can even think of a comeback, he crashes his lips onto yours, taking you in a kiss that's hot, desperate, and heavy with everything he’s been holding back all weekend.

your tongues battle for dominance, the kiss turning filthy and hungry —the kind of kiss that absolutely does not belong in a family kitchen with a roast in the oven. you lose yourself in him, one of your hands tangling into his hair, messing up those perfect strands, while the other grips the back of his neck, your nails scratching lightly against his skin. the small growl that escapes the back of his throat only makes your heart race faster.

jungwon doesn't hold back either. his hands are everywhere, roaming possessively over your sides, his touch so hot it feels like he’s branding you through your skin. he pulls you even closer, hitching your leg up over his hip to pull your center flush against his hardness, making sure you feel exactly what you’ve been doing to him. his fingers hook into the edge of your bikini, tugging it just enough to make you gasp into his mouth, his tongue swirling against yours to catch every sound.

the kiss deepens, turning into something carnal and frantic. his tongue sweeps against yours with a desperate rhythm, tasting like he wants to swallow you whole. your fingers dig into the short hairs at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer until there’s no air left between you. just as you're starting to feel lightheaded from the sheer intensity of it, jungwon suddenly grips your waist and spins you around, pinning your front against the cold marble counter.

the sudden change in position makes your head spin. you try to find your voice, try to be firm and tell him this is too risky, but he’s already burying his face in the crook of your neck. his kisses are messy and hot, trailing down your spine and making your skin crawl with a desperate kind of electricity. you can feel his rock-hard erection pressing ruthlessly against your backside, and he doesn't stop there —he starts simulating slow, agonizing thrusts against you, the friction of his own shorts against your skin making you see stars.

"jungwon, seriously," you whisper, your hands clutching the edge of the counter so hard your knuckles turn white. "someone- someone is gonna walk in."

he doesn't even pause. his hands move to the button of your denim shorts, undoing it with practiced ease before sliding the fabric down your thighs. "then don't make a sound, baby," he murmurs against your shoulder, his voice dropping into that dark, gravelly tone that always undoes you.

as soon as your shorts hit the floor, he delivers a sharp, stinging smack to one of your bare cheeks. the sound echoes in the quiet kitchen, followed immediately by a muffled moan that you can't quite catch in time.

"god, you're so perfect," he growls, his fingers digging into the soft flesh he just marked. he doesn't waste another second, his nimble fingers finding the thin strings of your bikini bottoms. with a sharp tug, the bows unravel, and the silk fabric falls away, leaving you completely exposed to him in the middle of your parents' kitchen.

jungwon picks the small piece of fabric up, bringing it to his nose and taking a slow, deep inhale. his eyes never leave yours, dark and clouded with a hunger that makes your blood run hot.

"you're such a pervert," you hiss, your face flushing a deep shade of crimson as you try to cover yourself.

he just lets out a low, dark chuckle, stuffing the bikini into the pocket of his shorts for later before stepping back into your space. he wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling your naked heat flush against his body. he starts to grind his covered cock against your bare skin, the thin fabric of his shorts barely providing any barrier as he grazes your sensitive pussy in a way that makes your knees buckle.

"maybe," he whispers, his lips ghosting over your earlobe. "but no one out there would ever suspect a thing, would they?"

you open your mouth to complain, but the words die in your throat the second you feel him shove his own shorts down just far enough to free his pulsing length. you bite your lip, glancing over your shoulder to see your boyfriend giving himself a few quick, firm strokes. his eyes are dark, clouded with nothing but raw lust as they roam over your body, curved helplessly over the counter. it’s like he’s trying to burn the image of you into his brain forever.

a shaky sigh escapes your lips as he uses the head of his cock to spread your own slickness along the length of his member. by now, you’re so incredibly wet that you can feel it starting to drip down your inner thighs. you rub your legs together, the friction making your core pulse with an ache that’s becoming unbearable.

"look at you," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "you're already a mess for me, aren't you? been thinking about this all night while i was gone?"

with one hand, he gathers your hair and pulls it over your shoulder, exposing the sensitive skin of your back and neck. his other hand clamps down on your hip, his fingers digging in deep to anchor you. he lines himself up, the broad head of his cock stretching you open as he begins to push inside your cunt, agonizingly slow.

you immediately shove your own hand into your mouth, biting down on your knuckles to stifle the cry that wants to rip out of you. jungwon lets out a low, guttural grunt into your ear, his breath hot and ragged.

"fuck, y/n... you're so warm. it feels like you're trying to swallow me whole," he whispers, his pace picking up as he finds his rhythm. "i've been waiting for this, you know? all day yesterday, every time i touched you under that table... this is what i wanted"

he starts to fuck you with a steady, punishing rhythm, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing through the kitchen, muffled only by the hum of the oven. just as you're starting to lose your grip on reality, he drives in with a particularly deep, heavy thrust that hits your sweet spot perfectly. a loud, sharp moan escapes you before you can stop it.

"y/n? honey, is everything okay in there?" your mom’s voice rings out from the pool area, sounding way too close for comfort.

your entire body freezes in an instant, your muscles clenching around him in a tight, panicked grip. jungwon lets out a choked, pained grunt at the sudden sensation, his eyes rolling back for a second.

"fuck," he hisses against your neck, his voice trembling. "you just got so much tighter... ah- you're trying to kill me."

you look back at him, your eyes wide and filled with pure panic, but jungwon just flashes you that same devilish, dimpled smile that everyone else thinks is so innocent. he gives you a playful, demanding little nudge with his hips, urging you to keep it together.

"answer her, baby," he whispers, his eyes dancing with mischief as he waits for you to lie to your mother while he’s still buried deep inside your dripping cunt.

you’re shaking so hard you can barely breathe, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. the irony isn't lost on you —your mother is just outside, thinking you’re being the helpful, responsible daughter, while the perfect boyfriend she adores is currently buried deep inside you on the kitchen counter.

"y/n? did you hear me?" your mom calls out again, and this time you hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching the sliding glass door.

jungwon’s eyes flash with a predatory glint. instead of stopping, he grips your hips and forces you to lean even further over the counter, stretching you out until you can barely see the digital timer on the oven. the movement forces his cock even deeper into you, and you have to bite your tongue to keep from screaming.

"y-yeah, mom! stay out there, don't worry," you manage to choke out, eyes blurry as you stare at the glowing numbers. "i'm keeping a close eye on it... it’s got about five minutes left. just... just stay with the others!"

"alright, if you say so!" she calls back, her voice finally fading as she heads back toward the pool.

the second she’s gone, jungwon loses all restraint. he slams back into you with a ferocity that makes your knees shake, his hand flying up to cover your mouth to muffle the desperate, high-pitched moans breaking from your throat.

"good girl," he growls against the back of your neck, his breath coming in ragged hitches. "watch your voice, baby. we wouldn't want anyone coming in to check on you now, would we?"

he pulls back just an inch before driving home again, harder this time. "look at you," he whispers, his voice dripping with a dark, degrading edge. "my little slut, getting so worked up because your mom is right there. you loved that, didn't you? getting filled up while she’s asking about lunch. you’re so much wetter now just because we almost got caught."

the sensation is overwhelming —the heat of the kitchen, the scent of the roast, and the raw, heavy thud of his dick hitting your sweet spot over and over. as he continues to fuck you senseless, one of his hands slides down from your waist, reaching under your body to find your clit. he starts to rub you with a frantic, expert rhythm, his thumb circling the sensitive peak while his other hand remains clamped over your mouth.

the double stimulation is too much. your vision swims, and your internal walls start to seize around him in violent waves. you come hard, your body bucking against the counter as a muffled, broken cry is lost against his palm. jungwon grunts, his own body tensing as he follows you over the edge, a low, guttural growl vibrating through his chest as he cums inside you.

he doesn't pull out immediately. he stays there, breathing heavily against your shoulder, giving you a few more slow, possessive thrusts to milk every last drop. he watches with a dark sense of pride as a white ring starts to form around the head of his cock, your combined fluids slicking the skin. you let out a weak, overstimulated whine, your body far too sensitive.

finally, he slides out of you with a wet, heavy sound. he reaches down, pulling your shorts back up over your shaking legs and adjusting his own clothes with a terrifying level of composure. he leans in one last time, pressing a lingering, sweet kiss to your flushed cheek from behind.

"be a good girl and keep all of that inside you for the rest of the day, okay?" he whispers, his voice returning to that innocent, "perfect boyfriend" tone. "i’m gonna head back to the room and wait for the food. see you at lunch, baby."

he gives your hip a final squeeze and slips out of the kitchen as quietly as he entered. you’re left leaning against the marble, legs trembling and head spinning, staring blankly at the glass door.

a second later, the sharp, piercing beep of the oven timer fills the quiet kitchen.

the roast is done. and so are you.

jake always insisted that layla loved him the most in the world—after all, he was the one who spoiled her the most in his family.

but the moment jake brought you to his parents’ home, all of that confidence crumbled.

somehow, unbelievably, his dog ran straight past him… and into your arms like you were her favorite person in the world.

obviously, it probably wasn’t true. you were just someone new, someone exciting. layla didn’t actually like you more than him.

…did she?

at first, jake told himself it was just a phase, just a one-time thing.

except now, you weren’t new anymore. weeks had turned into months, and somehow, layla still chose you every time.

jake would call her over with that familiar, practiced affection, fully expecting her to come running like she always used to.

but no matter how many times he called her, no matter how much he pouted, she always ended up beside you—like that was exactly where she belonged.

you sat comfortably on the couch, gently running your hand through layla’s soft, golden fur while she rested on the floor against your legs.

jake watched from beside you with a very obvious pout.

you didn’t even have to look up to know—but you did anyways. “are you sulking right now?”

“i’m not sulking,” he said. “i’m being betrayed. there’s a difference.”

you couldn’t help it—your smile brightened as you looked up at him.

“aw, jakey,” you said, voice light with teasing, “are you jealous of layla?”

“i’m not jealous,” he insisted immediately.

you glanced down at layla, gently scratching under her chin.

“do you hear that, layla?” you cooed. “jakey thinks you’re betraying him.”

layla didn’t move, just panted contently, relaxing further into your hand.

“layla,” jake called softly this time, like that would make a difference.

her ears twitched slightly—but she stayed right where she was, leaning against your legs.

“…she really likes you,” he murmured, something softer slipping into his voice as he looked between you and layla.

you smiled up at him again, this time more gently.

“jakey… she still loves you. she just likes me too.”

“i used to be her favorite,” he murmured, still pouting, eyes flicking between you and layla.

you glanced down at layla before looking back at him.

“don’t worry… you’ll always be my favorite,” you said, voice soft, your eyes sparkling as you met his gaze, letting him see just how much he mattered to you.

jake shifted closer, letting his shoulder brush against yours, eyes locked on yours.

“you really mean that?” he asked, his voice gentle and hesitant.

“of course,” you said, smiling warmly.

“always.”

dividers by cursed-carmine

copyright © 2026 eunajae. | DO NOT copy, edit, translate or reupload any of my work without my permission.

you’re sitting comfortably in the passenger seat of heeseung's car as he drives the two of you home.

the car moves smoothly down the road, the quiet hum of the engine mixing with the soft music playing through the speakers.

the late afternoon sunlight shines gold through the windscreen, warming the inside of the car and catching in the dark lenses of heeseung's sunglasses.

you’d be lying if you said your attention was on the scenery outside.

your eyes keep drifting back to him instead.

heeseung has one hand resting casually on the steering wheel, fingers loose but steady as he guides the car along the road. the other hand is settled on your thigh, warm and relaxed. every now and then his thumb moves absentmindedly, tracing back and forth through the fabric of your clothes while he focuses on driving.

his thumb drags a little higher this time before settling again. the corner of his mouth lifts slightly, like he’s holding back a smirk.

"you're being quiet, princess," he says after a moment, his voice amused.

you glance away quickly, turning your attention to the window like the passing streets suddenly became the most interesting thing in the world.

"i'm not."

heeseung lets out a soft laugh under his breath, the sound warm and low. his thumb brushes over your thigh again, slow and deliberate this time. he knows exactly why you’ve gone quiet — and he’s enjoying it.

he glances at you briefly before looking back at the road, the smirk still tugging at his lips. the sunglasses are hiding his eyes, but not the amusement in his voice.

“right, right,” he says, clearly unconvinced.

“then why’d you look away so fast?”

“hm?” he prompts, his hand giving your thigh a small squeeze, like he’s waiting for a real answer.

you open your mouth to answer, then stop, suddenly very aware of the warm weight of his hand resting there.

“i didn’t,” you mumble.

you fold your arms across your chest, turning your head toward the passenger window with a small pout on your lips.

“just… focus on the road.”

heeseung lets out a quiet laugh.

“princess,” he says, voice soft with amusement, “are you sulking?”

the smirk on his lips only grows when you stubbornly keep looking out the window.

you huff quietly.

“i’m not sulking,” you insist, though the small pout on your face says otherwise.

heeseung glances over at you briefly again before looking back at the road, amusement still lingering on his face. his thumb presses lightly into your thigh again.

“you’re cute when you’re grumpy.”

you huff quietly at that, your eyes still fixed stubbornly on the passing buildings outside the window.

“i’m not grumpy.”

heeseung hums softly. he doesn’t believe you for a second, a smirk still present on his face.

“yeah? sure you’re not, baby.”

the rest of the drive passes in a comfortable quiet, the low music from the speakers filling the space between you.

outside, the streets slowly start to look more familiar. stores give way to quieter roads, streetlights flickering on as the evening settles in.

the golden sunlight from earlier has softened now, fading into the pale blue of approaching dusk.

heeseung turns onto your street without much thought, one hand resting loosely on the steering wheel.

a moment later, the car slows, rolling gently into the driveway. the tires crunch softly against the gravel before the car comes to a stop.

the engine hums for a second longer before heeseung moves his hand from your thigh to put the car in park. he then reaches forward to switch it off, sitting back and lifting his sunglasses onto his head.

suddenly, the quiet feels deeper.

neither of you moves for a moment.

then heeseung exhales and reaches for the door handle.

“come on,” he says, voice soft.

you follow him out of the car, the cool evening air brushing lightly against your skin. gravel crunches under your shoes as the two of you walk up the short path to the front door.

he unlocks the door, the faint clink of metal breaking the quiet. he pushes it open and glances back at you, a trace of that amused look still in his eyes, before stepping aside and gesturing for you to go in first.

you walk past him into the house, the soft sound of your footsteps echoing faintly in the quiet space. a second later, the door shuts behind you with a soft click.

when you turn back toward him, there’s a small smile on your lips, soft, almost innocent — but something playful lingers in your eyes.

heeseung lets out a quiet breath when he sees that smile, like he suddenly understands exactly what you’re doing. the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk.

he takes a few slow steps toward you, his hand settling on your waist as he guides you back until your back meets the nearest wall. his gaze drifts over your face.

you glance up at him through your lashes, a small, innocent smile tugging at your lips. your fingers toy lightly with the front of his t-shirt.

“it’s not my fault i was staring… you just look so good in those sunglasses...”

heeseung leans in, one hand braced lightly against the wall beside your head, keeping you pinned. his hand on your waist slides down slightly before moving up under your top, his fingertips grazing the soft warmth of your skin.

“oh, so now you admit you were staring?” he teases, eyes darkening with amusement as he watches your reaction.

you shrug, pretending innocence, though your eyes sparkle. “what? i was just… appreciating how good my boyfriend looks.” you glance up at his sunglasses.

his gaze flicks over your face, dark amusement in his eyes.

“my sunglasses are that distracting, huh?” he teases, the corner of his mouth tugging into a knowing grin.

you tilt your head slightly, pretending to think, lips tugging into a small, playful smile. your hands move from his chest to around his neck as you glance up at him.

“maybe… but can you really blame me? you look so hot in them...” you murmur, letting your voice drop just a little, teasing him without breaking the act.

heeseung’s smirk turns into a confident, cocky grin. he looks down at your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes again.

he leans in without hesitation, capturing your lips in a slow kiss that makes your chest tighten. when he pulls back slightly, his hand stays at your waist, thumb brushing lightly over your skin, his sunglasses now sitting crookedly on top of his head.

he speaks again, voice low, rough with desire and just a hint of command.

“let's go upstairs, princess...”

dividers by pixopix

copyright © 2026 eunajae. | DO NOT copy, edit, translate or reupload any of my work without my permission.

riki was standing by the front door of the dorm, leaning against the wall as he waited for you to finish getting ready. one hand was shoved into his pocket while the other lazily scrolled through his phone.

upstairs, you finished the last few touch-ups on your hair before grabbing your bag and heading out of his room.

riki heard your soft footsteps and glanced up the stairs just as you finally appeared.

the moment he saw you, he noticed.

you were wearing his favourite hoodie.

the way it hung off one of your shoulders, the sleeves so long they bunched around your wrists, the hem brushing the tops of your thighs.

he stared for a moment.

you didn’t notice at first, too busy adjusting the strap of your bag and slipping on your shoes. when you finally looked up, though, you caught him staring. a small, amused smirk rested on his lips as he watched you.

your brows pulled together slightly.

“why are you looking at me like that...?”

riki’s smirk turned into a smile, his eyes soft with amusement. he pushed himself off the wall, tilting his head as he looked you over again.

“that’s my hoodie,” he said casually, nodding toward you.

“i know,” you replied, glancing down at it for a moment. “i left mine at my place and yours was just there. i’ll give it back later—”

“don’t.”

you blinked. “don’t?”

“don’t give it back,” he said, walking closer to you. “it looks better on you anyway.”

your cheeks warmed at his words. “you’re just saying that...” you muttered.

“i’m not,” he said immediately. there wasn’t even a second of doubt in his voice. “it’s cute.”

he reached out and gently pulled one side of the hoodie back up your shoulder where it had started to slip. his fingers brushed lightly against the fabric as he adjusted it, making sure it sat comfortably again.

“there,” he murmured softly.

his hand lingered for a second longer than necessary before he pulled it back, his gaze still resting on you with that same small smile.

“i love when you wear my stuff...” he admitted, his words softer than before.

“why...?” you asked quietly.

his gaze drifted down the length of the hoodie on you. “because you look so good in it...”

your cheeks warmed immediately.

you opened your mouth, but before you could respond, his hands moved to your waist, settling there naturally. his fingers curved gently around your sides as he pulled you against him.

your hands instinctively came up, resting against his chest.

“and...” he continued, his voice dropping just a little lower.

his grip on your waist tightened slightly, not rough — just firm enough to keep you right where you were. a slow smirk spread across his face, his eyes flicking down to the hoodie again before returning to yours.

“...everyone will know you’re mine.”

dividers by pixopix

copyright © 2026 eunajae. | DO NOT copy, edit, translate or reupload any of my work without my permission.