#nuhxnah

love you!!! o3o

i'm sure they are; low-key jealousy kekekekk

they're already jealous. look at us! we're handsome and sexy

we have a Bromance, so it only makes sense~

Nothing but compliments

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Backed up against a wall, the music was too loud to scream for help - and he was too heavy for her to get a proper foot in to kick him off. Jessica’s breath was rising and getting thicker in panic, her hands desperately trying to push at shoulders and the face that leered in close to her – even trying her best to slip off but hands roughly pushed her back. She wanted Minwoo, needed him to be there— she’d only just gone to the bathroom.

Jessica was regretting every decision to go by herself, her wrist had been grabbed and her body too thin to properly defend herself. She struggled and tried to be difficult, yet all effort seemed wasted; his fingers were on her hips and she wanted to vomit at the sensation; and it seemed she was doomed until a familiar voice called and the male’s body was suddenly yanked aside. 

Minwoo.

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She’s a little teary, tucked up on his lap, curled with a cheek on his shoulder - her high heels long since abandoned, and warm slippers on her toes. They were just back from a night club, and unfortunately, had left on a bad note – an old client had recognised her, gotten physical until Minwoo had stepped in to settle things down. The strap on her dress was ripped from where he’d pulled on her body. Spooked and shaken, Jessica hadn’t moved off from his side since.

He’d picked her up the moment they’d stepped inside, and off to the sofa they went. He was laying back on the think cushions and with wet lashes, she was perched up warm against his front. Jessica nodded gently to his words, letting him know she was listening, still trembling softly against the crook of his arm. 

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She’s sitting on the edge of her bed, Minwoo is still tucked up; bed hair laying across his brow and there’s still a little drowsiness making his lids droop down. Jessica smiles at his worrying words and touches, her palms pressing to the hands that hold her cheeks, turning her head to softly pamper soft kisses against his fingertips and palms. 

“Silly thing—” She coos softly to him, leaning down then to press a kiss against his temple; taking her touch to softly brush back his mussed hair. “I’ll be just fine, I’ve taken plenty of flights before.”