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It was driving Jiyong crazy, of course. He tried not to be jealous of your friendship with Jackson and your working relationships with other idols and groups, but this one was different. He’d catch you looking at fan edits of Felix or Hyunjin. Their merch lined your home office. He was officially jealous. 

Heading to dinner. Miss you, Jagiya. 

Miss you too, Oppa. Have fun! 

Why are you up? It’s 2 AM for you. 

Just got home, the shoot ran long. 

Yeah, because he has a crush on you. 

Please, even if he does he’s not Felix so I don’t want him. 😇 

Yeah, what a catch. 🙄

Night, Jiyong. I love you. 

Love you too.

You fell asleep pretty quickly after that. Running shoots and social media campaigns wasn’t exactly hard work, but it was time consuming and a bit exhausting when every idol had their own style that you needed to cater too. You loved your job and all your idols but times like this, when you and Jiyong were worlds apart, you hated your job. 

You reached for your phone, confusion setting in when you saw an influx of notifications. A few texts from Jiyong, some google alerts for him too, and your friend group chat had blown up. With a raised brow, you opened your text from Jiyong and about dropped your phone.

“No fucking way.” You mumbled as you stared at the picture he’d sent you. There he was in a group photo looking smug as hell with Hyunjin and Felix. The world really was a cruel place. 

Look who I met. They’re cute…not as cute as me though. 😏

You didn’t even bother to check the time or text him back before hitting the face time button. Jiyong picking up right away, hair messy from sleep, or lack of sleep if you had to guess. 

“Morning Jagiya.” His voice hoarse, a small smile on his face. 

“You’re the worst, you know that, right?” Jiyong’s eyes crinkled with confusion before realization hit.

“Oh, because I got to stare into Hyunjin’s dreamy eyes? Listen to Felix’s sexy voice?” He sat up, leaning against the headboard, a smirk on his face. “Such a shame you had to work.” 

“Did you at least tell them I love them?” 

“Oh yeah, weddings fully arranged, you’re theirs now. We had a good run.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m hanging up now.” You moved your hand, pretending to disconnect the call. 

“Wait!” Jiyong whined. “Don’t go. I miss you.” 

“Fine, but I have to get ready.” You moved out of bed,  setting the phone down to stretch.

You moved to flip on the light, Zoa jumping from the bed to hide in the dark. Jiyong caught a glimpse of her tail and called for her but she was already gone. You let out a giggle at the exchange as you made your way to the closet. Zoa and Iye were Jiyong’s babies, there was no doubt about that, but the second you moved in Zoa had attached herself to you. You had a suspicion she only liked you because you weren’t a complete menace to her every time you walked in the door. 

“Oppa, have you seen my Paris shirt?” You grabbed your phone, propping it up against a stack of neatly folded work out sets in the walk in closet. 

“Hmm, nope.” He shrugged, running his hand through his already messy hair. “Maybe it’s in the back of the closet? Can’t remember the last time I saw it.” 

“I wore it to the Paris show.” You sighed, hands flicking through the rack on your side, trying to find something else to wear. “I was going to wear it today, support you from Seoul. I guess I’ll just have to wear something else.” You held up one of your lingerie sets and Jiyong’s eyes went wide.

“You can’t wear that in public!” You laughed, putting the outfit up.

“Relax, Ji. I won’t.” You picked out a different outfit and moved to the bathroom. “Alright, I have to go shower. Call me after you’re done with your festivities tonight. I don’t have to be up early so I can stay up late.” 

“You can keep me on while you shower.” He smirked, leaning further back into the headboard.

“I don’t think so.” You laughed. “Get some sleep. I love you.”

“Love you too.” 

You disconnected the call and got ready for the day. You had to get Jiyong back for teasing you about Felix and Hyunjin. You had somewhat of an idea forming. Jung Ho-yeon would be at the shoot today with your new idol. Jiyong had had a crush on her since Squid Game season one and even though they ran in the same circles, he’d never met her. Maybe you could one up him today, with her. 

You made it your mission at work to be friends with Hoyeon which had been rather easy. Turns out you had a lot in common and she was probably one of the sweetest women you’d ever met. By the end of the shoot you’d taken numerous selfies together, exchanged numbers, and even had plans to go for lunch in the next few weeks. A successful day at work. You even had time to catch a flight to Paris, to surprise Jiyong. You were going to miss the show but you’d have few days together before he had to be home a for his fan meets and that was all that mattered right now. 

You opened your phone once you were on the plane, sending a selfie of you and Hoyeon looking like best friends with a cheeky note. 

Think if she had to pick between us she’d pick me. 😏

You knew Jiyong would be busy and probably wouldn’t have time to check your text right away, but you still paid for in flight WiFi just in case he did try to call you. You spent you time on the flight watching for any signs of him at the Gala. 

Not fair, Jagiya. 

Oh? Why? Because I got to stare into her dreamy eyes? 

Look what I found. 

It was a picture of him wearing your I heart Paris shirt and you groaned as leaned back into your seat. 

Stop stealing my clothes! 

No. 

At least you lost the clown shoes.

??? It’s called fashion. 

Sure. Gotta go finish this job, I’ll call you once I’m home. 🖤

You almost felt bad lying to him, but you knew it’d be worth it in the morning when you were standing outside his hotel door. Well, hopefully. You knew his schedule was pretty busy now that you weren’t going to be there so hopefully you’d actually be a good distraction and not a bad one. 

Once you were at the airport you beelined it to the bathroom, changing your outfit to look more put together. To the world it looked like you had on an outfit under your long trench coat - which wasn’t wrong you did. Just not an outfit fit for the public, it was the lingerie you’d shown him the day before. After a quick pit stop to your favorite cafe, you were outside his hotel room door, coffees and pastries in hand. You balanced them carefully in one hand while you knocked on his door with the other. 

“Jaeho, I said I’d be ready in an hour. There’s no need-“ his words cut off as he opened the door, coming face to face with you.  “Hi.” 

“Hi.” You smirked at him before pushing past him to get inside the penthouse suite. Once the food had been placed on a nearby table and the room door was closed, you turned to face him. 

“What are you doing here?” His eyes wide, filled with disbelief but mostly excitement. He was always the one surprising you, this was a very welcomed change. 

“I missed you.” You shrugged, sliding the coat off your body to reveal the little number you had on beneath.

Jiyong’s eyes roamed your body, taking in every last detail before his eyes landed on yours. You looked amazing, you always did, but the black set hugged you in all the right places and he thanked the entire universe for bringing you to him in this life. He made a mental note to buy you this set in every color as he crossed the room, his hands moving to cup your cheeks as his lips covered yours. 

There was nothing gentle or slow about your movements as your tongue darted out, licking his bottom lip begging for entrance, he obliged and your tongues met in a battle of dominance. Your hands roamed to the his pajama pants and sliding them down. He kicked out of them as his hands moved to your hips, lifting your leg and you jumped up into his arms, legs wrapping around him. 

Neither of you wanted to wait to get to the bedroom so he spun around, placing you on the countertop as his hand slid down your leg, to your thigh teasingly as he moved the fabric of your lingerie to the side, slipping a finger slowly through your folds, covering it in your slick. 

“This wet for me already, Jagiya?” He smirked as he broke the kiss, his lips inches from your ear as he placed a teasing bite on your earlobe. 

“Always” you whispered as you palmed him through the fabric of his boxers. 

He slid another finger in and began pumping them inside you slowly, your head falling into his chest as your hand wrapped around his now freed cock, pumping him to match the pace he’d set. 

It was almost embarrassing how easily he could get you off with just a few strokes of his fingers, the faster you came the more times he got to do it and he loved watching you come more than anything. Knowing all the right ways to please you, watching you come undone for him, it was all he needed to be happy. 

“Ji, please.” You begged as his movements slowed. 

He moved faster, working you to the edge your hand stopped moving against him as your orgasm hit. Your head falling into Jiyong’s chest as you enjoyed the feel of his fingers curling just right inside of you. He removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth, licking your juices off him. 

“Mhm. You always taste so good, Jagiya.” He smirked, his eyes staying locked on yours. 

He moved your hand from his cock, and positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours as he took a good look at you. As much as he wanted to fuck you right now he always wanted to make sure you were good to continue. 

“You good?” You nodded, a small smirk appearing on your face. 

“I’m great.” You moved closer to the edge of the counter, allowing him a better angle as the tip of his cock slid into you slightly. “Fuck me, G-Daddy.” 

Jiyong rolled his eyes playfully as he entered you completely. You stayed like that for a minute before he pulled back, so that just the tip was inside of you before slamming into you. You let out a moan, your eyes slipping closed and Jiyong moved his hand, a finger under your chin tipping your head up. 

“Look at me.” You opened your eyes, obeying his request. 

Your hips moved with his every thrust, your nails clawing into the back of his shirt. You frowned, realizing he was still far too clothed for your liking and lifted the shirt up, pulling it off him. You flung it to the ground with force, your hands moving back to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. 

“Ow, Jagiya.” He hissed, his movements getting faster, rougher. 

“Sorry.” You teased, you brought your mouth down to the nail marks, your tongue darting out to lick the spot before you kissed your way up the Roman numeral tattoos just above the mark. “God, I love your tattoos.” 

Jiyong grunted in response to focused on how good you felt clenched around his cock to form words. He pushed you back slightly, his hand hooking under your knee to angle you better as he thrusted in further. 

“Oh fuck, Ji. I’m so close.” You moaned, your body still sensitive from the first orgasm. 

Jiyong responded by moving quicker, deeper and a few thrust later as you were riding out your orgasm, he came inside you. He held you close as you both fought to catch your breath, pulling out of you slowly. Your legs falling to dangle off the countertop. You looked at each other, both smiling in sync with each other as Jiyong leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your lips. 

“I missed you too.” He picked his shirt off the floor, handing it to you. 

You put it on and slid off the counter, the smile never leaving your face as you moved further into the suite. Clothes were laid out on the leather couch in the living room, the bedroom light was on, a glass of milk on the bedside table. 

“You have to go?” You turned to face him and he shook his head. 

“Not yet. We’re just doing some shopping today. Did you sleep? You want to go with me.” 

“Yeah, maybe a shower first though?” Jiyong nodded, leading you towards the bathroom.

He turned on the shower, getting it warmed up and turned to face you. “Still fantasizing about those Stray Kids or do you finally admit I’m better than them?” 

“Hm. I don’t know. Might need to go again before I make up my mind.” You smirked. 

“Oh that’s it!” Jiyong laughed before picking you up, pajama shirt still in you as he walked you both into the shower.  He’d make sure you had no thoughts about anyone but him for the rest of the day if he had his way.