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“Jae.” His name came out as a whimper. His hand smoothed over your thigh, holding it in place as he pressed a kiss to your neck. The roll of his hips was lazy. He wasn’t in a hurry and he was driving you crazy. He tilted your head so that he could meet your lips. Then pulled away to brush his lips along the shell of your ear.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

(Jaebum's POV)

for @teamwang91 thanks love ❤️ I probably have changed a bit the request for the plot, but I hope you'll enjoy this ❤️

Another night and here I sit, alone, my glass filled to the brim with dry gin and ice, not being able to tear my eyes off her. I hadn’t even bothered to take care of myself tonight, no. My hair were a mess, falling in front of my eyes, damn the moment I decided to try and longen them, and the pair of baggy jeans and loose t-shirt weren’t exactly the most flattering clothes I could wear.

I never thought she was the type who’d go to a pub like this one, yet here she is. Dressed in all black, her hair flowing as she was slowly swaying to the rhythm of the music playing. I couldn’t help but stare, though I knew it wasn’t right. I tried to be discrete, like I was doing every day in university.

I was never really the type to notice people, and when I came to this town to study music it became even more slothful, as I would meet new people almost every day and forget them the next. But from the moment she walked in the class that gloomy October morning, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I could swear I had never seen a girl like her before. She wasn’t of particular beauty, so that you’d say that she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. But she had that something I couldn’t explain, something that was drawing me to her. And when she turned around and I saw her smile, I knew she would be my ending point.

From that moment on, she was my inspiration, my muse. I could only think of her, and I turned my thoughts into music. I write, oh yes, I write, and all my songs have her shape, her perfume. I know I won’t ever have the courage to go and talk to her, you know what they say, sometimes it’s better to admire from a distance. So I guess I’ll just stay and let her drive me a little crazier every time. I’ll continue making music out of my daydream, in hopes that one day she’ll turn and smile a while for me too.