#jay drabbles

He buys you a car, a matte black one you never would've picked yourself, and had it delivered with a big ivory bow on top. Every Sunday, he takes it to get detailed himself, always filling the tank and slipping a couple hundred-dollar bills into the middle console. "For when I'm not around," he says like that ever happens.

You try to buy something small one afternoon—just a purse you thought was cute—and he spots it the moment you walk in the door. "That's ugly," he says flatly, already pulling out his phone to process the return. "I would've bought you something prettier if you told me you wanted a new one." And he means it. He already has the sales associate on the phone before you can argue.

Groceries? He's got someone delivering them. Fitness? You've got three classes a week—a private pilates class, spin, barre—prepaid months in advance. All you have to do is show up. He even checks your step count at the end of the day, not because he doesn't trust you, but because he cares. At least, that's what he says, murmuring it against your hair while you sit curled into him on the couch.

"Did you eat today?" You nod.

"What'd you have?"

"Um... a smoothie?" He raises a brow. "That's not food, baby."

You call him Jongie and that’s the only time he softens instantly, brushing your cheek with his thumb and kissing your jaw with a sigh. And no matter how controlling he gets, you can't ever seem to bring yourself to push back—because he's always right, always ready to comfort you, always doing everything in your best interest.

And when you do sulk, refusing to look at him because he replaced all your snacks with nutritionist-approved alternatives again, he just picks you up, sets you on the kitchen counter, kisses your knee, and says, "Tell me what you want, baby. I'll get it for you. But you're still eating clean first."

Jay doesn't just take care of you—he cultivates you. From the supplements he drops into your palm every morning to the fruit and water-rich dinners he insists on making himself "You're glowing, baby. That's me, you know that, right?", he treats you like something that belongs on display. Beautiful. Cared for. His.

And he proves it every time he pulls you into the sheets like it's part of some routine only he gets to orchestrate.

Tonight's no different.

The lights are dimmed low, music from his playlist murmuring through hidden speakers, something warm and slow. He moves you like he's practiced it and maybe he has. He spreads you open over those clean white sheets, kissing down your stomach, murmuring every now and then how soft you feel, how good you smell, how your skin tastes like strawberries and citrus because he planned for it to.

"See?" he murmurs between your legs, voice low and reverent as he presses his tongue against you like he's savoring a wine he aged himself. "Told you it'd be worth it. You taste so fucking good, baby—been feeding you right, haven't I?"

You whimper something incoherent, thighs twitching against his shoulders, but he just laughs quietly, gripping your hips harder to hold you still. "What? Can't speak now? I keep you so well-fed, so taken care of, and this is what I get? A little moan?"

And then he does it again. Deeper. Slower. Licking into you like he's dragging the flavor from a ripe piece of fruit, like you're something he grew, plucked, and peeled just for this.

It's intimate. Indulgent. Almost scary, how completely his you feel.

After, he's slow to move, wiping you clean with a warm cloth like always, murmuring praise against your skin while you tremble under the weight of his care. And then, like clockwork, he tucks you into his chest, kisses your hair, and pulls your favorite blanket over both of you.

"You need water," he says softly, thumb brushing your jaw. "That body's mine—I'm not letting it run low on anything."

You nod, still hazy, and he presses another kiss to your forehead, already reaching over to grab the bottle he placed by the bed earlier.

It's always there. Everything you need—before you even know you'll need it. Because Jay doesn't just love you. He maintains you. Like he'd fall apart if you ever stopped letting him.

His hand tightens a little. "You are my favorite thing I've ever taken care of."

And he means it. He handles every piece of your life because no one else does it right. He books your appointments—your facials, your blowouts, your waxes.

He gives you everything. So the moment someone makes you cry, he doesn't just get angry. He gets offended.

Because how dare anyone break something he's worked so hard to keep whole?

You weren't trying to test him. Not really. But he'd been so busy lately, all wrapped up in meetings and deadlines and reschedules, and you were starting to feel like a side piece in your own relationship.

So when that friend—the one you know he hates—invited you out for dinner, you said yes. You didn't tell him. You didn't post. You just went.

You even turned off your location. But then you get worried when he doesn’t text or call

You come home to low lights and silence. Jay's on the couch, in all black, one arm stretched across the backrest and a glass of neat whiskey in his hand. The fireplace is on. The air feels wrong.

"Hey," you start softly, stepping out of your shoes.

"Turn around." You freeze.

"Phone," he says. Still quiet. Still calm. "Now."

You hesitate for a second too long, and his eyes lift to meet yours. They don't flicker or even blink.

"You can tell me where you were, or I can find out."

And you know he will so you hand it over. He doesn't scroll—he taps. Opens your texts, your maps history, your hidden album. He already knows, he just wants to see.

When he finally sets your phone down, he doesn't speak. Just pats the cushion beside him. You sit slowly, heartbeat in your throat. Jay doesn't look at you. He just tips his glass and says, "You think I do all this for fun?"

Your brows furrow. "All what—?"

"This." He gestures vaguely. "Pay your bills. Buy your food. Dress you. Keep track of you. Do you think I do that because it's easy?"

"I didn't think—"

"No," he cuts in, soft but sharp. "You didn't."

And then he finally turns to face you. His voice drops even lower. "You turned off your location for someone I told you not to see. After everything I do to keep you safe. After every time I warned you."

He exhales through his nose, slow and furious. "I treat you like something precious, and you act like you're disposable."

You flinch..

"Look at me," he says. You do. His voice softens a little—but only in volume. "I take care of everything so you don't have to think about this world the way I do. I watch for every little danger, every little manipulation, so you don't have to. That's what I do. And all I ask—all I fucking ask—is that you let me."

Silence.

He slides his hand over your thigh. Warm and heavy. "I know you think it's too much sometimes. I know you think you're still independent. But baby, that ended a long time ago." You blink up at him, lips parting.

"You belong to me. All of you. Even your time. Even your disobedience."

His thumb presses just above your knee, right where your dress ends. "I'm not mad you went," he murmurs. "I'm mad you lied."

You feel your throat tighten. "I won't punish you," he adds. "You're already punishing yourself. I can see it all over you."

You nod. You are. You hate the ache in his voice.

He softens just enough to let you fold into him, burying your face in his chest like you always do.

But then—he adds, "She won't be part of your life anymore. You know that, right?”

It's not a question. He rubs your back, gentle again. Like nothing even happened. Like he didn't just remind you of how deep his hold really goes.

He loves you. Intensely. But that love comes with weight.

So when your private pilates instructor gives you a rare, tight smile at the end of today's session and says,

"He'll be pleased,"

Your heart soars.

Because you need him to be.

"God. You're always so whiny, Jay" Jungwon says looking down at the boy he knows can't fight back against him.

There's something rotting sweet beneath the way Jungwon smiles down at him. It's also in the way he speaks, almost soft, like honey left out too long. Like something that should've gone bad ages ago but didn't. People never really look close enough. They only see the dimples and the quiet eyes. They never ask why Jay follows Jungwon like a shadow. Why he doesn't blink unless Jungwon does first.

"You text her?" Jay asks, slowly shifting across the floor to sit at the foot of the bed, chewing at the skin around his fingers.

"You text her more than I do at this point," Jungwon replies, tapping the corner of his phone to his chin. "She still thinks it's me."

"Why? You like her, Jay?"

Jay grins. "I like the way she likes it when I'm nice."

Jungwon laughs, low and mean under his breath. "Nobody likes you when you're nice. They just get confused." There's no bite in the insult. Jay likes it. He always has. He's long stopped trying to be anything else.

"You told her to come tonight?" Jay asks, voice quieter.

Jungwon's still grinning, but there's something behind his eyes now. Something cold. Something hungry.

"She does everything I tell her to."

There's a quiet between them that isn't really silence.

It's filled with all the things they never say, the late nights in Jay's car, the way Jungwon's fingers brush his when they pass a lighter, the fact that Jay has never once looked at a girl the way he looks at him.

And Jungwon knows.

That's the worst part. He knows, and he uses it. The way he uses everything.

"She really thinks you like her," Jay mutters, voice low, as he watches Jungwon from over his shoulder. The light from Jungwon's phone glows cold between them.

"She likes feeling liked," Jungwon replies easily. "She's like a little sponge. Say something sweet and she soaks it up."

Jay frowns faintly. "Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Do you actually like her?"

Jungwon finally looks up. His expression is unreadable at first, until his lips curl into that same smile he always gives you, just sharper now. Meaner.

"You jealous, Jay?"

Jay doesn't answer. Not fast enough, anyway.

"God," Jungwon exhales a laugh, leaning back against the headboard. "You're so fucking loyal. I could say I wanted to date her, marry her, and you'd still let me use your bed to do it."

"That's not—"

"You don't even care about her," Jungwon cuts in, amused. "You just don't like when I pretend to."

Silence.

Jungwon tosses his phone to the mattress and turns his head, voice gone quiet. "She's boring, Jay. Stupid. But she'll look so good when she begs, I know it."

Jay flinches, only a little,almost like the words landed somewhere deeper than they should've.

But then he smiles, in fact he can't help the grin that spreads across his face cause he knows you're gonna be here soon.

And if you weren't so fucking stupid the muted glow of Jungwon’s TV wouldn't be casting shifting shadows across your face right now. Maybe if you were a little smarter, more observant you wouldn't be in his room right now, taking in the faint scent of his cologne and something softer—vanilla from the candle flickering on his desk. You sit cross-legged on his bed, fingers absently tugging at the edge of your sweater, heart fluttering with an anxious rhythm you can't quite quiet.

Jungwon's eyes catch every subtle movement—the quick glance away, the nervous flutter of your lashes, the way you bite your lip when you think no one's watching. There's something tender in his gaze, like he's quietly unraveling all the things you aren't saying, and it makes your throat tighten.

"Hey," he says, his voice low, measured, careful not to break the fragile quiet between you. "You're really quiet. Are you nervous?"

You swallow, the lump in your throat stubborn and heavy. You want to say it's nothing, just nerves, just the weirdness of being alone with him in this small space. But the truth feels too raw. "I'm just... not used to this," you whisper, cheeks burning.

Jungwon shifts closer, the bed dipping slightly under his weight. The air between you feels thick—charged with all the words and feelings you haven't dared to say yet. His hand moves with deliberate gentleness, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His fingers linger, warm against your skin.

"You don't have to be nervous," he murmurs, voice soft but insistent, like a promise you just have to believe.

Your breath catches, and your eyes meet his, so close, you can see the quiet storm behind them. You want to lean in, to close the distance, but your heart pounds like it might burst. Instead, you bite your lip, barely nodding.

"Can I kiss you?" His question is a whisper, the kind that feels like a secret offered only to you.

You nod again, this time a little more sure, and when his lips finally meet yours, it's tentative. Soft. Careful. Like he's testing the water, waiting for your consent with every breath.

Then, almost imperceptibly, his mouth tightens around your lower lip, just a slight bite. The pressure is enough to surprise you, sharp and possessive, but it doesn't hurt. Instead, it sends a jolt through your whole body, pulling a soft gasp from your lips.

You part your mouth, giving him space, and suddenly the kiss deepens, hungry and urgent in a way that feels both thrilling and terrifying. His hands move up, resting lightly on your hips, grounding you, holding you steady.

When he pulls away, his voice is rougher, edged with something you hadn't expected. "Can I... touch you? Like, more?" His words tumble out, almost awkward in a way that would seem forced if the wetness pooling in your panties hasn't dazing you. His eyes look almost bored while searching yours for the answer.

You hesitate. The nervousness creeps back, tangled with excitement and confusion. But something about the way he's looking at you, like he knows you know if you say no he might just find someone else to touch more, and that makes you say yes.

Slowly, you nod. Your brain can't even comprehend how quickly he takes off your shorts, how quickly he's playing with your clit over your panties.

He moves behind you, and your back presses against the warmth of his chest. His hands slide around you, fingers spreading your legs gently apart, positioning you so you face the door. There's something about the way he moves that has your questions dying in the back of your throat like why am I facing the door? Is the door locked? What if someone comes in?

The weight of his body feels heavy but safe, and your questions are never answered. "Shh. It's okay." His voice is a soft murmur, like a shield against the world outside this room.

His fingers trace delicate lines over your skin, exploring with a careful tenderness that makes your breath hitch. The sensation is new and overwhelming, a strange mixture of vulnerability and comfort.

He leans closer, whispering sweet things—how beautiful you are, how perfect this moment feels, how much he wants to cherish you.

You close your eyes and let yourself get lost in the sensation, the warmth of his breath, the gentle weight of his hands and fingers when he pushes your soaked panties to the side. "Why are you so wet?" "Only from a kiss?" There's an almost taunting in his voice, "J—Jungwo—" Your brain can't even begin to form a coherent thought, not with the way he's touching you—rubbing circles into your clit like he knows your body, like he's done this before.

He's slow. So slow. One finger first, gentle and deliberate, like he's letting you adjust, curling only when your hips jerk up. You don't even know he's looking down at you like he's studying scripture, listening for every gasp, every tiny moan that falls from your lips.

You're panting now, whimpering his name, your hand on his thigh trying not to writhe your body too much, but chasing every movement of his hand like you need it.

Suddenly, his voice cuts through the air—unexpected and sharp, a stark contrast to the soft way he's been talking to you "Does she look pretty spread out like this for me?"

Your eyes snap open, heart skipping, as your eyes immediately land on Jay's, standing there in the doorway. Shock freezes you in place. You weren't expecting him, and suddenly, the intimacy feels charged with a new, complex energy. "It's okay, baby". Jungwon continues, "Jay likes you. You'll let him watch, right?" "Let him taste?"

Jay doesn't say anything else, doesn't answer Jungwon's earlier question, he just watches silently.

Jungwon, still holding you, takes the fingers he's been teasing in your cunt, slowly pulls them from you, and brings it to his mouth, tasting it with a deliberate, slow suck.

Turning his gaze to Jay, "She tastes so sweet, Jay" he says, voice a sultry kind you'd never heard before, he continues with it asking lowly, "Do you want to taste her too?"

Jay remains silent, but there's a flicker of something in his eyes—a quiet obedience.

Jungwon's voice drops to a whisper meant only for you, thick with both command and affection. "Do you want Jay to taste you?" He asks, dipping a finger back inside you, hooking it up against that spot that has you seeing stars. "Ah—Jun—", "That's it, pretty girl." He coaxes and you don't even notice Jay is closer now, you only notice when Jungwon's finger slips out again.

Jungwon's control is clear but not cruel, there's a strange devotion in how Jay leans forward, his lips closing gently over Jungwon's fingers, savoring the taste Jungwon has offered him instead of touching you directly. There's something reverent in the way Jay does it, it’s clearly not for your benefit, not even for his own, but for Jungwon's.

And you're watching. Breath held.

You shiver at the sight—a mix of awe and submission, the unspoken bond between the two of them filling the room with an intimate, complex energy.

Jungwon's voice drops to a whisper, "You're taking this well. You know what happens next, don't you?"

You nod again, caught in the slow burn of this moment, suspended between hesitation and desire, unsure but wanting more.

Your breath catches, cheeks flushing with a heat that's part embarrassment, part arousal. Jungwon's touch is grounding, safe even as the situation grows more intense. "You wanna fuck her for me, Jay?"

You look to Jay, silently waiting for his reaction, a part of you waiting for validation from the boy who has bullied you for months, and when he gives a small, almost imperceptible nod—your heart clenches.

The room thickens with unspoken promises, the slow burn of trust and desire weaving tighter around you.

"Show her how big your cock is, baby." Jungwon whispers, a grin on his face. If you weren't so high on the energy in the room, you'd be asking so many questions—why is Jay so obedient? Are they dating? Why is Jay's dick so big? Why is it so hard? Is he turned on by this?

The gasp that escapes your mouth at the sight of him is enough for them, enough for Jungwon to chuckle, "Big, right? Think you can take him for me?" Your mouth just remains open, you don't even care that you're staring now.

"You've been fucked before, hm?" You nod, but that just earns you a sharp slap against your soaked folds, "Ah!" "Use your fucking words" Jungwon snaps, a slight aggression in his voice now, "Ye—Yes!"

"Good, so you can take Jay?" You know better than to nod now so you answer instead, using your words, "I—Y—Yes I can take him."

"You heard her, Jay. Come fuck her. I know you want to." There's that wordless obedience again, Jay is moving before you can even process Jungwon's words.

Jungwon's grip tightens subtly on your waist. "Be good for us" he says, his tone calmer but now edged with more command. Your lip is caught between your teeth, head spinning. Jungwon's breath ghosts against your ear as he hums low in approval.

Jay moves forward slightly, not touching yet, but closer. His hands twitch at his sides like he's waiting for the signal.

And still, you're aware of everything, the pressure of Jungwon behind you, the hunger in Jay's stare, your own heart thudding in your chest so hard you think they can hear it.

Then Jay speaks, “Open your mouth.” And a part of you listen so instinctually.

He holds Jungwon’s gaze as he let spit fall onto your tongue, slow and deliberate, making you moan softly, your thighs squeezing together, eyes fluttering shut as you swallowed like it was second nature. “Such a good little doll.” Jungwon said, clearly pleased with himself and the scene unfolding before him.

Jay groaned, nearly overwhelmed with the image of you and Jungwon beneath him, pliant and filthy and still so goddamn sweet. He can’t believe you’re going to let him fuck your sweet pussy, even after everything he’s done to you, you still want him? Jay can’t tell whether he’s in heaven or hell right now and maybe that’s what makes him so rough with you. Maybe that’s what makes him slam into you in one deep, punishing thrust that had your body arching off Jungwon’s, a cry slipping from your lips as he filled you completely. He thrusts so hard it moves you and moves Jungwon too.

“Easy, Jay.” “You don’t have to break her.” Jungwon says.

But there was still no hesitation in the way Jay moved, no sense of sympathy—just pure, pent-up frustration and possessive rage, wrapped up in moans and skin and heat.

“J—Jungwon, she’s so tight.” “I—Fuck!” “I can barely move. She’s squeezing me! Oh fuck!”

“Doll, why’re you squeezing Jay so tight? You like getting fucked like this?” You can barely speak but Jungwon is relentless, reaching in between your bodies to rub teasing circles over your clit, “Talk to me. Talk to us.”

You want to respond tell them you love it so much and you want to believe the tears from the pleasure pooling in your eyes are enough, but the smooth way Jungwon is switching between rubbing your sensitive clit and stroking Jay’s huge cock has you dizzy, so dizzy.

You can tell Jay’s body is moving on instinct now, completely lost in the moment, despite the fact that this clearly isn’t his first time. Still, you understand it. Especially as you take in the sight of him, shirtless for the first time, the parts of his toned body that had been hidden until now finally exposed when he took off his shirt.

There’s urgency in the way Jay kisses you, like his thoughts are racing too fast for him to keep up. His mouth is everywhere—eager, unrestrained, like he’s trying to memorize the taste of you, like he’s forgotten Jungwon behind you. It’s desperate and messy, far more intense than anything you’ve ever experienced.

“W-Wonie, fuck—” Jay gasps, voice breaking as Jungwon’s sharp gaze pierces through him, overwhelming his senses. His rhythm quickens, hips snapping harder now. His mouth falls open, brows drawn tight as his eyes flutter shut.

You can’t look away from the way he forces his eyes open again just to watch himself slide in and out of you, your slick coating him with every thrust. But even more than that, you notice it—the way his moans aren’t meant for you, the one he’s buried inside of. They’re for Jungwon, Jay hasn’t even said your name once.

You’re so mesmerized by the sight of him unraveling that all you can think about is cumming for him, feeling him inside you as you both lose control. Desperate, you grab Jungwon’s hand that’s now tangled in Jay’s hair and guide it back down between your legs, against your cunt as Jay bullies his way in and out.

Jungwon seems to understand immediately, fingers returning to your clit in rough, relentless circles that have you on the verge of crying out from the overstimulation. It’s almost too much to take. You’ve never been this sensitive for anyone let alone two of them at once. And yet, here you are, coming apart between their bodies, slipping into the same kind of helpless, breathless surrender they’re drowning in.

It isn’t until you moan out, “Ah—Wonie! J-Jay’s so good,” that Jay falters. His hips stutter, and his eyes squeeze shut as a deep, frustrated groan escapes him.

“You hear that, Jay?” Jungwon murmurs, voice low and teasing. “She loves your cock.”

“Stop—” Jay grunts, thrusting into you harder, rough enough that your body jolts forward, pressing you up against Jungwon’s chest.

“Stop, I’m—” he tries again, breath ragged, trying to pull out before he finishes, to spill against your aching, empty cunt instead. But Jungwon’s hand presses firmly against his lower back, keeping him locked in place. “Inside,” he commands, voice firm and deliberate. “Cum inside her, Jongie.”

You reach up, gently holding Jay’s face so he can’t look away, and you see it—the way his pupils widen at the nickname, the words, the pressure of everything at once. You feel his cock twitch deep inside you, and then he’s gone—eyes rolling back, completely lost in the moment, so utterly beautiful in the way he falls apart.

You cling to him without thinking, pulling him close just to kiss him, like it’s the only thing your body knows to do. He kisses you back, desperate and dazed.

“There you go, Jongie,” Jungwon coos, fingers brushing Jay’s damp hair back as if he hadn’t just told him to lose every last bit of control.

Jay’s still panting against your mouth, arms trembling slightly where they hold you, body twitching with the last waves of his release. His forehead presses against yours for a moment, eyes glassy and faraway like he’s still somewhere between bliss and disbelief.

Then, Jungwon speaks again, low and calm, but with an unmistakable edge of command.

“Move.”

Jay barely blinks.

“Jungw—” he breathes, voice strained, hoarse, still buried inside you and clearly reluctant to leave.

“I said move,” Jungwon repeats, firmer this time. His hand slides along the back of Jay’s neck—not rough, but with just enough pressure to remind him who’s in control right now. “It’s my turn.”

You feel Jay tense, his jaw clenching as he slowly pulls out of you, cock still twitching from oversensitivity. You both wince at the emptiness, the slick mess between your thighs making you squirm against the sheets. Jay glances down at you—equal parts apologetic and possessive—before reluctantly backing away, chest still rising and falling sharply.

Jungwon shifts forward immediately, sliding between your legs like he’s been waiting with infinite patience for this exact moment. He doesn’t hesitate as one hand guides your hips closer, the other curls under your thigh to keep you open for him.

“You’re already so messy,” he murmurs, glancing down at your glistening folds, at Jay’s cum still dripping from you. “Perfect.”

You reach for him, but he leans in on his own, not for a kiss yet, but to whisper against your lips, “You’re gonna take me now, angel. Just like you took him. Can you do that for me?”

You nod before you can even think, eyes fluttering shut as his tip pushes against your entrance.

“Use her,” Jay mutters from behind Jungwon, voice wrecked, still catching his breath. “She’s so good for it.”

Jungwon smirks. “I’m gonna.”

And then he’s pushing into you, so slowly at first, deliberately. You cry out, the stretch sharp, more intense than before, your body already so sensitive it borders on unbearable. But it’s Jungwon and you think you might be painfully in love with him now.

“Good girl,” he whispers, brushing his lips over your jaw. “Now let me show you what it means to fall apart for me.”

nene’s note ── finally did something right. i hope you like it for real.

©️️ nephynes 2025

Growing up, there was a knock on the door every year at midnight on your birthday. With everyone sound asleep, you would always go and check who's there, only to be met with nothing. On your 20th birthday, the knock happens as usual, but this time someone is standing in front of you. It is the handsome man from your nightmare last night—a person who wielded powerful magic and saved you from a dark being during your dream. You hope that your dream was not a premonition.

You open the door to find the handsome man from your nightmare standing right in front of your eyes. He looks just as you remember him — powerful and mysterious, with a calm and confident demeanor. You're not sure how to react to the man in your doorway, but you're certainly surprised and intrigued.

"I've come to warn you," the stranger says, his voice a melodic baritone. "I know that you saw me in your dreams last night, and I'm here to tell you that it was no ordinary dream, but a premonition of things to come."

"I can sense the potent magic from the nightmare you endured", the mysterious man continues. "It was a warning, meant to prepare you for the difficult journey that lies ahead. And I have come to help you face this challenge."

As he tells you this, you feel both intrigued and scared. You're intrigued by the power and mystery surrounding this new man, but you're also scared of what might be coming.

"Will you seek my help in facing this threat?" the man asks. "Or will you continue to walk this path alone?"

"what's your name"

"My name is Jay," the mysterious man said. "But you may refer to me as the Dreamwalker."

You were unsure of what to make of this information, but you couldn't help but feel a bit intrigued by Jay's name and title. The Dreamwalker... it sounded like something out of a fairytale.

"What do you mean, my dream was no ordinary dream?" you asked, trying to gather yourself. "What was it, then?"

"The spirit world and the physical world are separated by a thin veil of reality," Jay explained. "And from time to time, there are tears in that veil, allowing passage between the two worlds."

You nodded, trying to take in what he was saying.

"And how does this relate to my dream?" you asked.

"Dreams exist on the other side of that veil," the Dreamwalker continued. "When you sleep, your mind taps into the spiritual realms and brings back images of what is happening there. And last night, you saw a vision of a danger to come."

You listened intently as Jay explained the connection between your dream and the spirit world, feeling a deep sense of chills throughout your body. Could he be right? Had your dream really been a vision of things to come?

"What kind of danger was it?" you asked, your voice quivering slightly.

Jay was silent for a moment, his eyes scanning you with curiosity.

"A creature with dangerous magic," he said finally. "A being of great power and darkness, intent on causing harm."

You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up. A magical creature with dangerous powers... it sounded like something straight out of a fantasy story. And yet you couldn't help but feel a sense of anxiety creeping in. Maybe Jay was right...

"It's... it's not coming for me, is it?" you asked, your voice trembling.

Jay looked at you with a somber exprssion.

"Unfortunately, it is," he said gently. "You have been chosen for a special purpose, and your life is in danger now."

You felt your breath escape your lips in a sharp gasp of fear, and you could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your life was in danger? You couldn't believe it. Why you? What was so special about you that a magical creature with dangerous powers wanted you out of the way?

"I... I d-don't understand," you stuttered out. "Why is this happening to me?"

Jay looked at you with sympathy in his eyes.

"I can't answer that," he replied. "But you must be brave, and you must be prepared."

Your mind swirled with questions and fears, yet you knew that you had to listen to the Dreamwalker's advice. If your life was really in danger, then you had to do whatever it took to protect yourself.

"How... how can I be prepared?" you asked, your voice still trembling. "I need to know more!"

Jay thought for a moment, then spoke softly.

"The one who wields magic has great power," he said. "And if you're going to fight this dangerous being, you'll need to harness the magic within yourself."

You felt your heart sink at his words, knowing how risky it would be to venture into the world of magic and try to face the powerful being that Jay had warned you about. Yet you also felt excited at the thought of exploring the world of magic and discovering your true potential.

"How do I do that?" you asked, trying to sound brave despite your inner fears. "How do I become a mage?"

Before Jay could respond, you heard a loud knock at the door. Was it someone else sent to warn you about the dangers to come?

"what?" you ask in disbelief, grabbing jay's wrist. "get inside, you're gonna catch a cold!"

jay stumbles past the doorway, hands clumsily reaching out to hold your waist. before you can complain about him tracking water all over your floor, you feel jay press his lips to yours. he's wrapping his arms around you, wet cardigan and all.

"i love you," he repeats, pulling away. you're wet now, too, but the way your best friend gazes at you implores you to ignore the clinging of your thin night shirt to your skin.

"okay," you reply, brushing some of jay's hair off his forehead. "you love me."

"since when?" you ask.

"since yesterday. and the day before that. all my life, i think. before i was even born," jay rushes, breathing heavy, his fingers running up your back.

you giggle at this. "you say the damnest things sometimes, did you know that?"

You mustered up the courage to confess, saying, "I have feelings for you." Your hands fidgeted nervously as Jay let out a sigh, fully aware that revealing his true feelings would inflict more pain than keeping them hidden. Deep down, you had a feeling that his sentiments didn't align with yours, but a flicker of hope remained in your heart. The beach provided a tranquil backdrop as the rhythmic crashing of waves against the shore filled the air, mirroring Jay's speechlessness. Sitting side by side on the chilly sand, despite the warmth of May, a gentle breeze brushed against your face, offering a brief respite.

Jay never intended to hurt you, yet the harsh reality couldn't be ignored. Lost in contemplation, you anxiously awaited his response, but it felt as if your soul had detached from the moment, leaving you with a sense of emptiness.

Finally, Jay mustered the words, saying, "I don't reciprocate the same feelings." The weight of those words struck you like a heavy blow, shattering your heart into pieces. But the blow was intensified when he added, "Actually, I have stronger feelings for Chaewon." Your countenance turned expressionless as the realisation washed over you, erasing any trace of the efforts you had invested.

Overwhelmed by emotions, you yearned to flee, seeking solace in tears. Each moment, each shared smile, every inquiry Jay made about Chaewon suddenly fell into place. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as you comprehend the truth.

With a slow and deliberate motion, you rose from the sand, leaving Jay at a loss for words, his gaze locked on your teary eyes. "I think it's best if I leave," you whispered, making your way toward the exit of the beach. Your mind raced, fitting the puzzle pieces together, solidifying the realisation that Jay and Chaewon reciprocated each other's feelings. If only you hadn't overheard that fateful phone call; perhaps it would have spared you this pain. The taste of salt mingled with tears as they streamed down your face, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil within.