#ay4tou

“A test of loyalty. Honesty. Trust. Emotional—”

He looked like a puppy, whining, drenched in the rain, getting told to stay outside the house because he destroyed the sofa. You feel so bad for him so you stay with him for 30 more minutes outside your house to calm down.

Gun Park:

“Love you.”

You: “Alright."

You blink, and he’s suddenly standing five inches closer.

“Say it.”

You: “Say what?”

“You know.”

Stares at you so hard your soul leaves your body, you say “I love you” with your full chest just to survive.

Goo Kim:

“Love you~”

You: “Mhm!”

“MHM???”

Starts spiraling instantly. Drops to the ground like a dying Victorian man.

“You said ‘mhm’ like I handed you a napkin, not my heart.”

Demands reparations in the form of 20 kisses.

Johan Seong:

"I love you."

You text: "Thanks, you too."

"You too..?"

Goes dead. Goes silent. Doesn't reply or even see your texts for a whole day.

You return home and see him glaring at you.

“I knew it. I was right all along. Trust is an illusion. Love is a scam.”

You comfort him and assure that it was just a prank, and after a while of convincing you still love him (of course you do), he breathes a sigh of relief.

You practically see Eden and Miro facepalming.

Zack Lee:

“Love you! See you later!”

You: “See ya!”

He stops. Blinks. Turns.

“…Wait.”

Follows you like a shadow. You lock the door? He stands outside. You go to work? He shows up during your lunch break.

“You forgot. I can wait. I’m patient. You’ll break before I do.”

Vasco:

“I love you!!” 🥺

You: “Hehe okay bye!”

He doesn’t move.

He just... stands there. For a while.

Then he goes to Jace:

“…Do you think they still love me even if they didn’t say it?”

Jace: panicking internally “THEY ABSOLUTELY DO.”

Jake Kim:

“Love you.”

You: “'Kay. Later!"

He nods. Then he realizes.

“Damn. That’s crazy.”

Lua overhears and with a stroke of luck (for Lua, not Jake) gossips to the girls at Big Deal street.

Word gets along fast in the street and Jake gets clowned in the groupchat within minutes.

Samuel Seo:

You: “Bye! I'll let you know when I get there.”

Samuel: “Sure. Love you.”

You wave and get on the elevator without saying it back.

He blinks.

...?

???

???????????????????

Loses his composure for a second but realizes he's in public and regains his nonchalance fairly quickly.

"Tch. Typical.”

Pretends he doesn’t care. Totally does.

Spends the rest of the day overthinking while fixing his hair in every mirror he passes.

DG/James Lee:

He texts it casually: “Love you.”

You: “Alright, later.”

Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t comment.

Just quietly nods and moves on.

But his next text to you is noticeably more formal.

“...Let me know when you get home.”

No emojis. No pet names.

That’s his code for: “I noticed. I’m not mad. But I noticed.”

Ryuhei Kuroda:

“Love you!"

You: “Okay, bye!”

Malfunctions instantly.

“No no no NO. Run that back. Say it again. With feeling. Full sentence. I’m not letting this slide.”

Dramatically reenacts the moment for the rest of the day like it’s a trauma flashback.

You kick him out of the house and begs you to take him back.

Jace Park:

"Bye. Love you."

You: "Mhm."

His first instinct? Apologize to you.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by saying it first I didn’t mean to rush anything unless you do love me then that’s cool but if not that’s okay too unless it’s not then—”

Send help. He’s spiraling respectfully.

Hudson Ahn:

"Love you."

"Okay, bye."

You stare at each other for 5 more seconds, like you both had something to say.

In the end, he just nods calmly.

Looks away.

You turn around and catch him brooding at the sky like he’s in a coming-of-age film.

But you’re focused on the dog. The dog, not the man. Because the dog is lunging, and the man is there, and you’re out of options.

“Can you- uh- can you maybe scare that thing away?” you ask, pointing at the dog, voice pitching up embarrassingly high. “I think I accidentally offended it.”

There’s a pause.

A long one.

Gun Park doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. He just shifts his weight slightly, turns his face towards the growling dog, and the thing immediately backs off like it just saw the grim reaper.

You exhale. Loudly. Maybe a little dramatically.

“Whoa. That worked.”

The dog bolts down the alley and disappears. You place one of your hands at the back of your neck, heart still hammering.

Then you look at Gun.

And this is where a normal person might shrink under the weight of his presence. The kind of presence that feels like a blade under your skin, like something sharp that doesn’t cut yet, but could. The kind of guy you cross the street to avoid, just in case.

But you just blink up at him and say:

“Sorry for bothering you. And thanks a lot, man!”

He doesn’t respond.

“Okay... have a nice day... then..?"

And you walk away. Like nothing happened. Like you didn’t just ask one of the most dangerous men in Korea to do you a favor like it was a casual Monday.

Gun watches you go, still and unreadable.

You didn’t even flinch.

You pause.

''..Okay. But he's been in jail."

"Exactly!" Goo snaps. "So why is that little shit still faster than me?"

Before you can respond, the front door clicks open.

Gun walks in, looking like he just got out of solitary confinement and didn't hate it. His hair's a little longer. He looks around like he forgot he lived here.

Then he sees the console. Then the screen.

Sees his own name, still sitting comfortably in first.

Says nothing.

You can feel the room freeze a little.

"Hey, man. Welcome back. You look... like a law-abiding citizen again."

Gun doesn't even blink. He just walks past the couch and into Goo's room.

You hear a drawer open.

Then the soft fwip of a ziplock bag.

Then the unmistakable click of a lighter.

"HEYHEYHEYHEY-" Goo stumbles off the couch, racing down the hall. "THAT'S NOT EVEN YOUR MONEY!"

You follow just in time to see Gun sitting on the floor with a small bundle of bills already smoldering in his hand from God knows where.

"You're insane!" Goo says, trying to pat it out with his bare hands. "You've actually lost it!"

"I clearly told you not to try and beat my score. It's impossible. You can't beat me." Gun says, perfectly even. "You could've read a book or went outside yet all you've tried to do is play this damn game. And take a shower, you stink."

You sit on the edge of the bed, watching Goo fumble to save what's left of his cash. "You guys know fire alarms exist, right?"

Gun shrugs. "They never work when you need them to."

The door creaks again. This time, it's DG.

He takes one look at the scene: Goo slapping burning cash on the floor, Gun looking bored, you watching like it's reality TV.

"They started again?"

"They never stopped." you say.

Goo spins. "Hey, hey, DG, back me up. This is illegal."

"I'm not a lawyer."

"You literally have lawyers!"

"I don't bring them home."

Gun stands, brushes the (c)ash remnants off his pants, and walks past all of you like he didn't just arson his way back into domestic life.

"Welcome back, I guess." you mutter.

The pink-haired man pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I should've moved into that studio apartment. The one with the rats. At least the rats don't talk."

"You say that but rats don't pay rent either."

You both watch as Goo tries to fan the last of the smoke out the window with a pillow.

"Wanna leave and pretend we're not roommates with them for the rest of the day?"

A woman stood there, looking at him with equal curiosity and suspicion. The resemblance was unmistakable.

“...You’re not Goo."

“No shit.” you replied, crossing your arms. “And you must be Gun.”

He arched an eyebrow. “You know me?”

“Goo talks. A lot.” you said dryly, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m his sister. He told me you might swing by.”

Gun stepped inside without hesitation, his sharp gaze taking in the apartment.

“You live here?” he asked, his voice low as his eyes scanned the room.

“Not permanently." you said, shutting the door behind him. “I’m just visiting while he’s gone. Someone’s got to make sure this place doesn’t burn down.”

He nodded once, striding to the table where the folder sat.

Normally, he would immediately leave after that, but he just couldn't.

“You’re not what I expected.” he said after a moment of hesitation, glancing at you.

You tilted your head, a grin very similar to Goo's tugging at your lips. “What were you expecting?”

“Someone... more like him.” Gun replied, his tone unreadable.

You laughed softly, the sound surprisingly warm. “Really? I actually don't think we're that different. But yeah, I get that a lot. Guess he didn’t tell you much about me, then.”

Gun didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he studied you, noting your facial features and demeanor. You weren’t loud like Goo, so plus points for a positive trait you didn't get from that madman.

“I didn’t think Goo had a sister.” he said finally, a hint of curiosity slipping into his voice.

“Figures." you replied. “He doesn’t exactly talk about family much, does he? Not that I blame him.”

Gun’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he straightened, his presence filling the space. “I’ll be going now.”

You moved to the door, leaning casually against the frame as he approached. “You’re not much of a talker, are you?”

Gun paused, his dark eyes meeting yours. “I don’t waste words.”

You smirked at that, your expression somewhere between amused and intrigued. “Goo said you were all work and no play. Guess he was right.”

Gun’s lips twitched slightly, almost forming a smirk. “He doesn’t know as much as he thinks.

You raised an eyebrow, but before you could reply, Gun turned toward the door.

“Next time, I’ll just knock." he said over his shoulder, his tone calm but deliberate.

“I said no,” you replied, a little more firmly this time, but he didn’t take the hint.

"Why not? I’m good-looking, and I’m tall. A lot of girls would love to be with someone like me, you know?”

Before you could respond again, you heard the roar of a motorcycle engine. Your head snapped toward the sound, and sure enough, there he was.

He rode in on his black motorcycle, the engine growling as he revved it just a little for extra effect. You could see students stopping in their tracks, staring wide-eyed at him. The guy from a moment ago froze in place, his face dropping as James pulled up and parked the bike right in front of you.

He took off his helmet and flashed you that trademark smirk that made your heart skip a beat. He popped a lollipop and walked over to you. He had that effortless confidence, the kind that made everyone stop and stare.

“Hey,” he said, his gaze locking with yours. “Ready to go?”

Your friends were still stunned by James Lee's arrival, and you could feel their eyes practically burning holes in your back as you tried not to look too obvious.

The guy who had just tried to pick you up stood there, mouth agape, clearly fuming at the scene unfolding before him.

“Uhh…” one of your friends whispered, “Is this really happening?”

“Yep,” you replied with a laugh.

"Sorry, my boyfriend's here.” you glanced back at the man who was stunned and was looking frustrated at the same time.

You didn’t need to say anything else. James had already reached out, giving you a playful nod toward his motorcycle.

With a shrug, you shot one last look at your friends. “Guess I’m going with him. See you later!”

As you climbed onto the bike behind James, you could feel the eyes of the campus still on you. The man who had tried to pick you up? He looked like he was about to combust from anger.

You climbed onto the motorcycle behind him, feeling a little shaken but glad to be away from the weird situation. As he started the engine and revved it up, the sound drowned out any lingering tension.

“You sure know how to make an entrance,” you said, smirked as the bike took off down the road.

“Your friends are probably talking about you right now,” James said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the engine.

“I know,” you replied, laughing. “I think they’ll survive.”

He gave a low chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll get over it. But you might have a few jealous stares tomorrow.”

“I can handle it,” you said with a grin, leaning against him as the bike raced through the streets. “Besides, I think I just made my point.”

When you walked into the office, you felt the shift immediately.

People whispered, exchanged glances, and a few bold ones even gave approving nods. For once, you were the center of attention. Heck, even Goo commented on your appearance!

Except for the one person who mattered.

Gun didn’t even look up from his desk. He remained glued to his screen, typing on his keyboard. You walked past his office deliberately, letting your heels echo a little louder than usual.

Nothing.

Frowning, you dropped a file on his desk with a bit more force than necessary. “Here’s the report you asked for, Mr. Park.” you said, your voice sharper than you intended.

“Thanks.” he replied without looking at you, his tone as casual as ever.

You stared at him for a moment, willing him to glance up. He didn’t.

You left his office fuming, and spent the rest of the day stewing in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration.

Was he really that oblivious? Or worse... was he purposefully ignoring you?

But you didn't give up because you actually caught a few subtle shifts from him — his jaw tightening when you leaned over another coworker’s desk, the fleeting flicker of his gaze in your direction when he thought you weren’t looking.

But he gave you nothing else.

By the end of the day, you were ready to throw in the towel. As you packed up your things, you told yourself this was the last time you’d try. Clearly, Gun was either oblivious or uninterested, and you weren’t about to humiliate yourself further.

Then, just as you were about to leave, your screen pinged with a message.

Gun Park: My office. Now.

Your stomach flipped. His messages were always cold, but something about this one felt different. You stood, smoothing your skirt and trying not to overthink as you made your way to his office.

When you stepped inside, Gun was leaning back in his chair, his arms resting on the armrests, his expression as unreadable as ever.

“Close the door."

You did as he asked, the quiet click of the lock unnervingly loud.

“Lock it.” he added, his tone so demanding it sent a shiver down your spine.

When you turned back, his gaze was on you for the first time all day.

“You’ve been trying to get my attention all day.” he said, his voice smooth and steady, as if he had all the time in the world.

“Why?”

Before you could respond, he stood, his towering frame making the office feel smaller. He closed the distance between you, his hand grazing your waist as he backed you against the door.

The intensity of his stare made your heart race, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was slow at first, almost testing, before he deepened it, his hand sliding to the back of your neck.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless.

“Well, you’ve got my attention now.” he murmured, his lips brushing yours. “Let’s see what you do with it.”

You kiss him back rough and demanding while his hands grip your hips tightly. He pulls you closer, pressing his hard bulge against you as he messily bites your lip.

He brings you to his table and stands in front of you. "Turn around."

You turn away from him, facing the desk.

Gun looks at your back and then slowly lets his gaze travel down, taking in the length of your legs and the way the skirt hugs your curves. He clears his throat and reaches out, his fingers brushing against the hem of your skirt.

"Fuck..." he mutters under his breath.

"What are you doing?" you asked, flustered.

He doesn't respond, too focused on his sudden urge to touch you. Gun's fingers slowly lift the hem of your skirt, exposing a pair of black thigh-high stockings and a hidden garter belt. "Shit." He whispers, his breath hitching in his throat. "What are you wearing?"

"I thought it would be a good idea."

"Wearing this underneath since this morning..." His voice trails off as he imagines every moment you've been bending over, walking across the office. "Christ. Were you trying this hard to impress me?"

Gun's breath catches in his throat as the thought alone sends electricity through his body. He thinks to himself, "Me? Gun Park? The Gun Park? Being a pervert?"

Whatever.

"You know what?" He pauses, his professional demeanor cracking as desire takes over. "Bend over the desk."

His eyes lock onto the lace panties that are now stretched across your backside. He steps closer, his knees hitting the back of your thighs and spreading them wider. "Lift your skirt."

As you lift your skirt higher, revealing more of your thighs, he can't hold back a low groan. He runs his hands up your thighs possessively.

"C'mon, spread your legs wider."

His hands grip your thighs as you spread your legs wider, giving him an even better view of the lace that's now stretched obscenely across your backside. Gun can feel his pants tightening.

Without another word, he reaches between your legs and grasps the fabric of your panties, tearing them clean off your body, and discards the ruined lace to the side.

"Shit... I'm so hard..." Gun mutters, his gaze fixated on your bare, pink flesh.

His hands dig into your thighs as he holds you down while kneeling, his mouth and tongue working furiously between your thighs.

He can feel you trying to squirm and close your legs, but he keeps them spread wide open, his face buried between them as he devours you like a starving man.

Gun hooks his arms under your thighs and wraps them around his shoulders, pulling your legs up higher and opening you up even more. He plunges his tongue inside you, curling it upwards to hit that spot that makes you whimper and try to pull away. "Stay."

Without breaking contact, he stands up and spins you around, bending you forward over the table.

Your bare ass is now on full display, your pussy glistening with your arousal and his saliva. He unbuckles his belt and pants quickly, freeing his hard, throbbing cock.

Pulling your hips back against his stomach, he rubs his large, thick head between your wet folds before aligning himself and slamming inside you without warning, filling you up completely and stretching you wide open.

"Ngh- Ah! You could've warned me first!"

"Not when you look so pretty like this."

He leans forward, pressing his muscular chest against your body as he continues to fuck you.

One hand releases your hip to wrap around your throat, squeezing lightly as he speaks in your ear. "You're so tight..."

Gun growls in your ear, hand tightening around your throat as he speeds up his thrusts. "Pathetic. Look how tiny you are."

Suddenly, he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty. He grabs his office chair, spinning it around so the backrest is facing you. Gun sits down, and pats his lap, smirking. "Come here, and sit on my cock."

His eyes darken with desire and amusement as he watches you hesitantly move towards him. He spreads his legs wider, giving you room to sit.

As soon as you're close enough, he grabs your hips roughly and lifts you up, settling you onto his length.

"Ngh..." He groans in satisfaction as he feels your tight, warm pussy envelop his cock.

He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you in place as he starts bouncing you up and down on his lap, the chair creaking under the force of his movements. "I love this position."

Gun's hands splay across your stomach, pulling you down onto him harder and faster.

He looks down between your bodies, watching as his thick, veined length disappears inside you over and over. He wraps his fingers in your hair, tugging sharply to pull your head back and arch your back, forcing you to sit up straighter on his lap.

He uses his hold on your hair to control your movements, pulling you down onto him brutally as he thrusts his hips up to meet you.

*knock *knock*

Well shit.

Freezing, his hand still grips your hair tightly, and whispers in your ear.

"Don't move. And don't say a word." His free hand moves to cover your mouth as footsteps approach the door.

"Yes?"

The knocking persists, and a muffled voice calls out, "Sir, I have those important files you requested. Can I come in and leave them on your desk?"

Gun reluctantly disentangles himself from you, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. In swift movements, he helps you off his lap and starts hastily buttoning his shirt. "Damn paperwork... Always ruining my fun."

He quickly ushers you towards the small bathroom right next to his office, his voice barely audible. "Hide in here." As you scramble inside, he straightens his rumpled shirt and strides to the door.

Opening the door, Gun greets the assistant with a strained smile, one hand subtly adjusting his slightly disheveled appearance. "You're fast, I'll give you that. Come in, lay them on the desk."

After ensuring the assistant has left, Gun lets out a sigh of relief before turning his attention back to the files.

Once he's finished reviewing them, he calls out to you in a low tone. "It's clear, you can come out now."

As you emerge from the bathroom door, embarrassed, his frown lessens as he stacks the files neatly. "Work is giving me a headache today. I can't concentrate on anything with this constant stress."

He leans back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as if to ward off an impending migraine.

"You know, I could really use something to relieve this stress." He says, a mischievous glint emerging in his tired eyes. "Any ideas?"

Suddenly, a light bulb turns on in your head. The cogs in your head started turning, forming an idea.

"I have a great idea."

Gun smirks widely as he sees you kneeling before him, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants.

A very great idea indeed.

He had never seen a woman this ambitious and hot both at the same time before all his life. He shifts slightly in his chair, already growing hard again at the sight of you.

He lifts his hips to help you remove his pants and boxers. "Well... I suppose that is one very effective stress-relief technique."

As you free his length from his pants, Gun lets out a low sigh of relief, his eyes drifting shut as you begin to stroke him. "Fuck, that feels good." He groans, his hand reaching out to run his fingers through your hair.

His breathing quickens as you speed up, his other hand gripping the armrest. "Just like that..." He pushes his hips forward slightly, matching your rhythm. "You're going to make me cum..."

Gun inhales sharply as you suddenly bury your face into his cock, sending jolts of intense pleasure through his body. "Shit!" He gasps, hands gripping your hair as you begin to bob your head.

Groaning, Gun throws his head back.

His hips buck instinctively, fucking your face with increasing urgency as he races towards his impending orgasm.

With a final thrust, he comes undone, his hot, thick cum spilling onto your waiting tongue and down your throat. "Ngh..."

Gun shudders violently, his fingers tangled in your hair as he rides out his intense orgasm.

Still panting heavily, Gun scoops you up into his arms and kisses you deeply, his tongue swirling with yours as he feels the lingering warmth of his cum on your tongue. "I need you so bad." He murmurs against your lips before gently adjusting you to enter his still-hard cock.

"W-wait... I need time to prepare..."

"You're already so wet and stretched out for me."

Without missing a beat, he sheathes himself fully inside you, the sensation exquisite as your wet heat envelops him once more. "Mhmmm..." you groan. Pulling you closer, his hands grip your hips firmly.

Gun starts thrusting vigorously, his thick cock pounding into you relentlessly as if driven by renewed vigor. He grunts, lifting you up and slamming you back down onto his lap.

"I'm gonna fill you up until you can't walk straight."

He maintains his relentless pace, sweat beading on his forehead as he fucks you.

With a growl, Gun suddenly stands, taking you with him. "Hands on the desk." He commands roughly, bending you over the desk again. "I need to fuck you deeper."

He enters you from behind, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounds into you faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

"Fuck! Do you like it rough like this, baby?" He curses under his breath, slamming into you with all his strength.

His rhythm gets messy until his seed spills into you once more as he moans, hands tightening painfully on your hips. Gun pants, pulling out slightly before slamming back in, trying to go even deeper. "I can't stop..."

"Mr. Park, I think- Ngh~ I think we need to stop... I need to- Ah~ to go... home..." You attempted to form a coherent sentence as Gun rams you inside out. "Please..!"

"Just one more."

He pants heavily, slowly pulling out until just the tip remains inside before slamming back in. "I swear, this is the last time. But your pussy is too good to stop."

Quickly setting you sideways, his pace becomes frantic, hips slamming against yours as he chases his release.

Gun buries himself deep inside you, semen pumping out aggressively.

His muscles tense, and he slowly withdraws, watching in satisfaction as his cum leaks out around your entrance and onto the table.

"Look at that mess..."

Gun watches the cum drip with a look of pure satisfaction, taking in your used but satiated expression.

His hands move teasingly over your folds, mixing his cum around.

"Sir. I really need to go home now."

A bit startled by your response, Gun helps you sit up, wrapping his arms around your waist to support you as you wobble slightly due to the aftershocks and his excessive release inside you.

"Damn, you really look wrecked... Can you walk straight?"

"Uhh... yeah. I think I can."

He gently wipes down your sweaty form with a towel, making sure you're at least cleaned up enough for travel.

"Let me drive you. You're in no state to drive safely." He helps you get dressed, acting surprisingly tender for someone who just fucked you so hard.

As you stepped out of the office, your cheeks still warm and your shirt slightly rumpled, you quickly tried to fix your hair and smooth your skirt. The worst part was that you felt there was still fluid coming out of your pussy and onto the underwear Gun made you borrow.

In front of you, your boss walked ahead, looking far too composed for someone whose belt was now crooked, the top button of his shirt undone, and his sleeves slightly rolled.

The moment some of your coworkers caught sight of you, their eyes widened, and sly grins began to spread across their faces.

You tried to keep your head down, but it was impossible to ignore.

As you both stepped outside, you dared a glance at the disheveled man, but Gun's face remained impassive, his usual unreadable calm in place. He walked ahead to his car, unlocking it with a press of a button before holding the door open for you like nothing had happened.

As he pulls up to your apartment building, he turns to you, his hand resting on the steering wheel. "Are you going to be able to stand up straight without collapsing?"

"Yeah... nope."

Gun lets out a small chuckle and shakes his head, getting out of the car and coming around to your side to help you out.

He supports your weight as you enter the building, helping you to the elevator.

"Which floor?"

"21st."

He helps you out of the elevator and supports you as you stumble down the hallway to your apartment door.

He waits for you to unlock the door before helping you inside and kicking the door shut behind you. "Okay, bed. Now."

"Can you carry me?"

Taken aback by your request, Gun half-carries, half-drags you to your bedroom, his arms wrapped around your waist.

As he lowers you onto the bed, he accidentally ends up on top of you, his large frame sprawled over your smaller one. "Damn it, you're too light."

Gun looks down at you, his face inches from yours. His eyes drift over your messy hair and flushed skin, a spark of something dangerous flicking in his gaze.

"Fuck, you look- nevermind. Too tired for this shit."

His large hands roam over your sides possessively as he tries to shift off of you, but his body seems to have other ideas.

"Damn it, I really need to leave."

Despite his words, Gun's body lingers atop yours, his muscular form pressing you into the mattress. He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, "You gonna be alright like this?"

"Mhmm, I guess so."

"Okay. I'm leaving."

"No... Stay. I still want you."

A dark smirk spreads across his face as he realizes what you've said. "What was that? I don't think I heard you clearly."

His hands slip under your shirt, slowly pushing it up. "You want me to stay or are you too tired?"

"Stay. Pretty please?"

His fingers trace the hem of your shirt, hesitating for a moment before he decides to ignore your silence.

"Fuck it. I'll stay." He pushes your shirt up further, revealing your stomach. "But just because I want to, not because you asked nicely."

His smirk grows wider as he helps you out of your shirt completely. "Not so chatty now, huh?"

His lips trail along your collarbone while his hands work on removing your miniskirt the second time this day. "Though I gotta admit..."

"Hey, stop. I didn't mean it like this. Just stay until the morning comes around."

He pauses, his fingers brushing against the waistband of your skirt as he looks at you, a bit disappointed.

"Oh. Alright." Gun leans down and captures your mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

Before Johan could protest, you swung a leg over, settling yourself on his lap. His face immediately flushed as you held his head still with your thighs.

“Wha- what are you doing?” he stammered, his usual composure completely shattered.

“This.” you replied nonchalantly, resuming your work. “Now you have no excuse to move.”

He sat frozen beneath you, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. His bangs brushed against your fingers as you worked, and he avoided looking at you, his jaw tight. The silence in the room felt heavier than usual, but you were too focused to notice the way his ears were turning red.

After a while, you finally leaned back to admire your work. “Perfect! See? That wasn’t so hard, was it-"

“Stop." Johan said abruptly, his voice quiet but firm.

You frowned, caught off guard by his tone. “Stop what?”

“This.” he said, gesturing between the two of you, his bangs falling back into his face. “You know what you’re doing. Don’t act like you don’t.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, genuinely confused.

“You always do this!" he muttered, his voice sharper now. “Getting close, touching me like this… acting like it doesn’t mean anything. You have to know, right? Or are you just messing with me?”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. You stared at him, frozen, as the realization began to sink in. When you didn’t respond immediately, Johan let out a frustrated sigh, his nonchalant mask slipping back into place.

“Ugh. Forget it.” he mumbled, moving to stand, but you grabbed his wrist.

“Johan...” you said softly, your voice cutting through the tension. “I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t. But… I’m glad you told me.”

He froze, his eyes snapping back to yours. “You… are?”

You nodded, your cheeks warming as your grip on his wrist tightened slightly. “Because I feel the same way.”

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stared at you, his usual guarded demeanor completely gone. Then, with a quiet huff, he looked away, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Good.” he muttered, his voice quieter now. “But next time, maybe don’t use your thighs to trap me.”

You laughed, the tension in the room finally breaking. “You’re impossible, you know that?”