| Day 9 | Voyeurism / Getting Caught: Watching, or the thrill of almost being discovered. |
This is a rushed post, since I'm currently arriving at my destination on the metro lmao so I'm sorry for the non introduction.
First off, it has come to my concern that this one-shot seemed dub-con, which wasn't any of my intentions, where I wish to address that I'm deeply sorry about that! So I'll give off context next time, and this too. Thanks to Anon who told me about the problem, rest assured I'll never make the same mistake.
Jaegyeon, and {reader} are friends with benefits, where they had usual tension and stuff, {reader} and Jaegyeon had these beforehand but it was never serious, in this case, he was being light-hearted around {reader}, I'm not going to slap on that "{reader} likes it" nah, they were only concerned by the fact of being in an environment where people could see, which is apart of what I was going for in voyeurism... Though I never added it in the one-shot, they did have consent to this in the before scenes.
Apologies for my brash mistake.. It was never my intention to seem like I was conveying SA or anything.. So, this is my warning for whoever is going to read this.
Warning: scenery that might seem like dub-con. If you don't like these kinds of things, or have trauma about it, I suggest you should click off for your own comfort.. And I'll see you around in the next one!
The leather seats of Jaegyeons' sports car cradled you both, the scent of new car and unspoken desires thick in the air. The engine hummed, a low purr that vibrated through your bodies, mirroring the nervous flutter in your chest. The world outside was a blur of neon lights and speeding vehicles, but your focus was solely on the man hovering above you.
Jaegyeon's weight was a comforting pressure, his knees straddling your body, pinning you gently against the plush leather.
His black, with red-streaks, hair, usually perfectly styled, was now charmingly disheveled, strands falling forward to brush against your forehead. You could feel his warm breath ghosting over your skin, each inhale sending shivers down your spine.
A wave of heat washed over your face, painting your cheeks a vibrant crimson. You knew you were blushing, and the knowledge only intensified the sensation. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing in your ears. It felt as though it might burst from your chest at any moment.
Your gaze locked with his. Jaegyeon's eyes, usually playful and teasing, were now dark with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. They held a question, a silent invitation that you were desperate to accept. The air crackled with unspoken words, with the promise of something forbidden and exhilarating. You could see the pulse beating in his neck, mirroring the frantic rhythm of your own heart. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you suspended in this moment of electric anticipation.
"Hey... {reader}," Jaegyeon started, his voice a low murmur that barely cut through the city's ambient noise.
"I told ya' I'd get back to you for scratching my car... But... Irk-!"
He trailed off, the bravado that usually coated his words faltering. Jaegyeon scratched the back of his neck, a nervous tic you'd only witnessed a handful of times. His lips, usually curved into a cocky smirk, were now trembling slightly, mirroring the unsteady quiver of your own.
It was undeniably clear: Jaegyeon was nervous. And, gods, so were you. A whirlwind of confusion and apprehension swirled in your stomach, knotting with each passing second. What the hell was happening? How had you ended up here,
with Jaegyeon's gaze fixed on you with such unexpected intensity!? And, perhaps more importantly, what on earth did you do to warrant this? Your mind raced, frantically searching for the moment that had led you to this ordeal, but the memories were blurred, hazy around the edges. All you knew was that the air between you both was thick with unspoken tension, a fragile thread stretched taut, threatening to snap at any moment.
The memory flashed back with startling clarity: the chaotic scene of you helping Jaegyeon pack. The air was thick with the aroma of instant noodles --– mountains of them, stacked precariously in cardboard boxes, slightly singed from... well, you weren't entirely sure what had happened there.
Burnt ramen boxes, the lot of them. You'd tagged along, accompanying him on this odd mission, knowing that these boxes were destined for the people of Incheon. Honestly, it was an act of charity, not for Jaegyeon himself, but for those who needed it. A kindness you couldn't deny, even if it meant spending an afternoon surrounded by questionable snacks.
Then, disaster struck. A clumsy stumble, a misplaced foot, and thump. You'd bumped into his precious car, a ripple of horror washing over you as you watched it happen in slow motion.
Jaegyeon let out a dramatic wail, flailing his arms wildly, his eyes wide with mock despair. The ramen boxes in his grasp threatened to topple, adding to the chaos. You knew that these weren't just any ramen boxes, they were essential for the people waiting in Incheon. The weight of that responsibility only amplified your guilt.
"Hey! {reader}!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with exaggerated accusation.
"You've 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 it! You 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 buy it! You're nineteen, so you've got the age to buy it from me!"
His theatrics grated on your nerves. You straightened up, meeting his gaze with a fierce glare, your own voice sharp with indignation.
"Whaaaaaatt-!? ARE YOU CRAZY!?"
you spat back, incredulous. "No way I'm buying an UGLY red car from you!!"
Jaegyeon's face crumpled, his offended expression almost comical. He clutched at his chest, feigning heartbreak.
"Are you serious!?" he retorted, his voice dripping with mock outrage.
"Saying this beauty embodied in a car is ugly!?"
You stuck your tongue out at him, the gesture defiant and childish. It was a challenge, a blatant refusal to back down. Your glare intensified, pinning him beneath its weight.
"It is ugly!!" you insisted, your voice ringing with conviction.
"I'd probably mistake your car for a piece of trash! If I were as strong as Taesoo Ma, I'd break this heinous shit to shreds!"
A sharp hiss escaped Jaegyeon's lips, his eyes narrowing into slits. He shot you one last glare, his expression simmering with a mixture of irritation and exasperation. You could practically feel the heat radiating off him, fueled by your brutal assessment of his prized (tacky) possession.
"A piece of trash!?, Taesoo Ma!? Oi-!!" he retorted, his voice rising in pitch.
"I'm seriously getting you back for this! If you weren't only a help, I would've beaten you up!"
The threat hung in the air, playful but with an undercurrent of genuine annoyance. You knew he wouldn't actually lay a hand on you, but the implication was clear: you'd crossed a line. And now, you were about to face the consequences.
But now, as you lay nestled (or rather, pinned) against the soft leather seats of his car, the weight of the situation crashed down on you. You hadn't truly believed he'd take his threat seriously, dismissing it as mere saying.
A nervous gulp tightened your throat, and you plastered on a cringe-worthy smile, hoping to diffuse the tension with a show of contrition. Perhaps you could talk him out of whatever twisted plan he had brewing.
"...Err, well, if you're mad about that..." you stammered, your voice wavering slightly.
"...I-I can, buy it, or fix it! I'll get it professionally done!"
You attempted to sit up, but Jaegyeon's presence loomed over you, effectively pinning you in place. He leaned down closer, his striking black hair with its bold red streaks cascading around your face, partially blocking your vision. The scent of his cologne, a mix of spice and something indefinably masculine, filled your senses, making it hard to think straight.
"Nah," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that resonated through your body.
"It's been too long, and honestly? I think this is a much more...suitable consequence, don't you? I'm going to show you exactly how much this 'tacky' car of mine will suit you." But his words came off with a tone of sarcasm. With a cheeky grin plastered on his face; Jaegyeon was kidding around... But if you chose not to prolong this, he would respect that
His words hung in the air, laced with a playful menace that sent a shiver of both fear and anticipation down your spine. The smile playing on his lips was anything but reassuring, Whatever Jaegyeon had in mind, it was clear that you were about to face the punishment. The consequences were here, and you were all in.
You stammered, the words catching in your throat, teeth grinding together in a mixture of disbelief and sheer astonishment at the audacious scene unfolding before you. Your mind reeled, struggling to process the blatant disregard for propriety.
"What!? Well, not here, right-??" you blurted out, your voice laced with incredulity.
"We're literally parked in a mall parking lot! In the afternoon!"
It was outright audacious, a brazen act of defiance against the norms of public decency. But, judging by the glint in Jaegyeon's eyes, that seemed to be precisely his intention.
"So?" he shrugged, his voice nonchalant, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
"It's not like most people come around here. Chill, we're in an underground parking lot. Besides, who's gonna see?"
His dismissive attitude only fueled your panic. You yelled frantically, your body twisting and contorting as you tried to wriggle free from his hold. The leather seats offered little purchase, and his grip remained firm, effectively trapping you beneath him.
"THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT ANY BETTER, JAEGYEON!!" you shrieked, your voice echoing in the cavernous space.
"Pssshhh-!! Don't you 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 the thrill!? Plus, if you don't wanna, I won't force you!" Jaegyeon blew a wink right on your way, bringing up a cheeky finger up to his piltrum, rubbing his finger on it sheepishly
The air crackled with a mixture of defiance and desperation. Jaegyeon's expression was unreadable. He didn't seem to realize or care what he'd do at all, it was reckless: Sure, but the anticipation....No!... Your heart was beating so fast, you were probably sure it would fall out. At this rate, he might have actually gone insane.
There was something wrong with him, and maybe, it was your fault for assuming he'd let you off with a simple scolding. Now, you were about to find out just how seriously he took that scratch on his precious car.
"Jaegyeon, you asshole!! Just let me off the hook this time!C'mon!! We're best buds, not right here, maybe, somewhere else!?" you said, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation, but your words came out breathless and shaky, undermining your attempt at authority.
He didn't budge, his weight still pressed against you, effectively grounding you to the leather seat. The mall music echoed lightly, contrasting to the scene. It was like time slowed down. You closed your eyes. The only thought that came to your mind, was that, you really had messed up big this time. Now, you were paying for the scratch, the insults, and your underestimation of Jaegyeon's peculiar sense of humor or justice.
"I can't seem to! Plus, do you?"
But with him looking down at you with those puppy eyes, his fragrance: Seeping through your nostrils, only made the offer hard to not follow through.
The world seemed to hold it's breathe, waiting for his next move. He was unpredictable, and you'd foolishly believed you knew what to expect. A chill ran down your spine as you realized the gravity of it all, but, the thrill kept on teetering on your resolve.
"Why? You' shy or something?"
His taunts provoked your immediate protest.
"... I'm not!! I just- not in the parking lot on the mall. For fucks sake!!"
The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for his next move. He was unpredictable, a whirlwind of impulsive decisions and calculated actions. A chill ran down your spine as you realized just how wrong you were. You were completely at his mercy, trapped beneath his weight in the confines of his car.
His silence stretched on, punctuated only by the frantic thumping of your heart. The low hum of the car engine and the distant sounds of the mall seemed to fade away, leaving you isolated in this intimate, suffocating space. Every nerve ending was on high alert, anticipating his next word, his next move. You held your breath, bracing yourself for whatever was to come, knowing that there was no real way to convince him.
"Fuck... Jaegyeon, I really hate you right now, you know?" Adamantly, despite your words, your actions showed only a contradiction, as you leaned in towards his face. Pressing the tip of your nose against his.
With a smirk playing on his lips, Jaegyeon closed the small space, the scent of his cologne washing over you, intoxicating and familiar.
"Oh, but I hate you too."
He brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek before finally, gently, pressing his lips against yours.
It was a soft, tentative kiss, a question posed without words. As much as you hated to admit it, a part of you had been waiting for this, craving the touch of his lips against yours. Against your will, you found yourself leaning into the kiss, abandoning your earlier resistance, and instead, sinking into the moment.
The kiss deepened, the initial gentleness melting away into a surge of raw passion. Your lips crashed together, a desperate collision of wants and desires. He tasted of mint and something else, something uniquely Jaegyeon, a flavor that ignited a fire within you. Your hands, which had been braced against his chest, now instinctively reached up, tangling in the soft strands of his hair, pulling him closer.
Soon, the car was rattling softly, the suspension groaning under the rhythmic movements. The windows steamed up from the inside, hiding the interior from prying eyes. The bright red sports car, parked innocently in the underground lot, presented a not so innocent sight to the few passersby.
The occasional, ominous sounds of escalating intimacy escaped the confines of the vehicle, painting a vivid picture of the scene unfolding within. The unspoken questions that flickered in their minds were answered with each muffled moan, each whispered sigh, confirming the nature of the encounter and leaving little to the imagination. Whatever was happening in that car, it was far more than just a conversation about a scratch.
Edit: I fixed up a few things, and tweaked the writing a bit.. So it might seem different, but it's better than leaving it as if, so there wouldn't be anything weird any more... Sorry again about the inconvenience
