Brain fog is not an adequate descriptor, actually. Fog can be kinda nice and beautiful and ethereal and refreshing. The thing weâre describing is more like a brain BOG; everything moves slow like youâre wading through water, itâs clunky and heavy and you keep getting stuck in the mud. Itâs uncomfortable and inconvenient and everything takes so much effort. You lost a shoe, probably.
love this bc I have written too many fics to have favorites anymore or even think abt them much once I complete them. will share with you all my answers.
Sunghoon- There is only one answer. Sorry to Ghostface Hoon but we need to be honest about this.
I Would Give Up Heaven If I Had To..
I donât know if any of my characters have ever yearned this obsessively. Thats a lie bc I have one in mind that will also be included in this list. G&M Sunghoon is a different type of demented yearner. We love him. Or we hate to love him. Not me, I wrote him, I adore him.
Heeseung- I have this struggle of writing Heeseung as anything other than a love stricken simp bc well. One day Iâll figure that out and give him his proper unhinged character(Leeâs Girl was crazy but that was more self indulgent than actual character depth) but I think most would agree.
Johnny- Another one that I struggle to write being too devious and meanđ« It just doesnât make sense in my head, BUT!
Switch/Chain
I donât think anyone understands how much he made ME yearn. I fell off the top of a cliff for this Johnny, nose dived right into being obsessed with him. I see Switch/Chain Johnny in Dumb Dumb and Agora Hills. Heâs everywhere to me. I know people get tired of the daddy Johnny trope but you will have to rip him out of my frozen cadaver hands. HEâS EVERYTHING TO ME.
Jeno- The obvious answer is Hot Sauce but I fr do not fuck with that fic anymore. Iâve said it time and time again I wrote that so long ago when I was extremely depressed, but I know itâs loved. I have no desire to touch or revisit that story anymore sorry sorry.
Teddy Bear/Our Sick Story Thus Far
There is nothing to explain. This is the definition of demented off the charts unhinged yearning. Still obsessed with this story, if I ever start to hate it Iâll be sad. He was so insane in the best way possible, I really did something here. If Iâve ever broken and obliterated my y/n in a fic itâs this one.
I really do not like thinking about my older fics. I do think my writing has improved but I have a long way to go still. I may cringe and black out these stories someday too, but for now I think they are worth reading if you share a love for unapologetically crazy in love men as much as I dođ
mark as a math teacher ->
âą seems like a pushover but there was An Incident where a student made him mad enough it resulted in 3 expulsions, 8 suspensions, and a school-wide fear of him
âą assigns students that hate each other as seatmates so he can enjoy the drama
âą is a class favourite bc he doesn't yell at people for sleeping or eating during class
jaebeom as a literature teacher ->
âą comes into class with a mug full of coffee and spills some on students once a week
âą encourages students to form their own opinion and perspective on the books being taught
âą his assigned essays have no fixed length or format. go wild
jackson as a p.e. teacher ->
âą everyone's biggest cheerleader
âą flags down people randomly and gives life advice
âą is besties with the students and knows all the tea
jinyoung as a history teacher ->
âą teaches history as if he has a personal beef with every historical figure
âą if students annoy him too much, then they have to prepare themselves to be publicly humiliated. he will say something like, "history repeats itself, like how tony keeps picking his nose."
âą makes sure students understand the whys behind history and not just memorise it
youngjae as a music teacher ->
âą is the unofficial dictator of the whole school
âą the director of the annual school play and every year he rubs it in the face of other schools' drama teachers that his plays are the best in the whole district
âą everyone has a silent competition on who can make him laugh the loudest
bambam as a chemistry teacher ->
âą the school had to change their manual for lab safety bc of him
âą is a big fan of the application part of chemistry. every year he tries to find out how many times he can make things go boom đ„
âą dresses like paris fashion week is his official dress code
yugyeom as a substitute teacher ->
âą gets pushed around by freshman
âą whenever he takes a class, the students cheer like it's a national holiday
âą is the director of the school performance team and the marching band and he runs both like a military boot camp
As i already commented on the post itself, I loved ur Jackson imagine (i commented with a sideblog which is why im doing this thru anon lol).
So recently I saw this clip where Jackson was talking with these guys in some sort of show (donât remember what it was called) and they were asking him about future plans for kids and stuff and he was saying that yeah sure he wants kids but if his future wife doesnât want to do it, thatâs okay too. And they were asking him all sorts of questions about it and he was talking about how pregnancy and birth are so painful and how he wouldnât want his wife to put herself through that if she didnât truly want to, saying that âitâs so much painâ and one of the dudes asked him âwhat about your pain of not having kidsâ and Jackson looked at the other guys like they were crazy and I donât remember specifically what he said or anything, but his whole response to all of it was so unselfish and so respectful.
And even though the guys he was talking with were kinda being typical men and not thinking about things from a womanâs perspective, Jackson really put his foot down about how even though he wants them, not having kids would not be a deal breaker and that childbirth is an extreme thing to expect someone to put themselves through
AND LET ME TELL YOU, THE WAY THAT I WOULD LET THAT MAN PUT A BABY IN ME JUST BECAUSE HE SAID THOSE THINGS.
I donât want kids, I donât even like kids, Iâm not even a super huge stan of Jackson or anything but oh my god.
Talking like that is SO sexy. That man doesnât even realize that by saying those things, he was doing one of the sexiest things possible. That shit is peak masculinity right there.
This is the clip you're talking about and I literally could not agree more. There is nothing sexier than a man who shuts other men down, especially when it comes to respecting women's right to choose what happens to their bodies đ„č
Preview: The day you met Haechan remains one of your fondest memories.
The day he moved away reminds you that youâve lived through heartbreak once before.
âWeâll talk everyday!â Haechanâs round cheeks bunched up. Throwing his arms around you with all of his might. Enough to make you stumble into him.
If he hadnât lied, maybe the memory would hurt less.
Pairing: Jeno x female reader
Word Count: 8.3k+
Genre: College AU, one shot, pwp, heavy dubcon/noncon elements(donât read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), dark fic, M/F
Warning: bullying, questionable âhappyâ ending, drug use mentioned once, possessive/obsessive behavior, lies deceit manipulation etc.
Smut Warning: misuse of a plushie, oral(M), degradation, thigh riding, bulging, dacryphilia, dumbification, breeding
âHey! I picked that first!â Refusing to let go of the volume 1 Uzumaki that youâve scoured through shelves for weeks to read, you practically collide into a pile of shipment boxes.
âNO! I did!â The boy in front of you wastes no time to play dirty, shuffling closer without loosening his grip on the manga. Side swiping one of your legs swiftly with his foot until you fall. Landing on a pile of hard and soft cover books with breath knocked from your lungs. He smiles largely, Uzumaki held above his head in victory. âThatâs what you get!â
Blowing spit and sticking out his tongue, he breaks into a run toward the exit. Willing yourself back on your feet, you charge after him until youâre close enough to reach for hair flying off his head with each slam of his feet. Inches from the door, heâs yanked back. Fisting a chunk of silky dark locks, you dig your heels to the floor. Screaming like a banshee, throwing your weight forward to knock him down.
âAhhh!â He screams mortifyingly loud, whining and writhing away from underneath you. Book clutched under both arms to his chest. âGet off of me!â
âGive me back the book!â
âNo!â Shouting, he struggles, dramatically falling back flat. Feet kicking behind you against the ground. âWhy are you so strong!â
âI have to help my mother carry crates of fruit to the farmerâs market every week.â You explain, grabbing a tuft of his hair to pull on again. Agony streaks his delicate features, button nose scrunched up drawing out a hiss.
âStopppp, that hurts!â Sighing, he blinks. Water filled doll-like eyes stare up at you. Weakening the hold on his scalp, you settle back. Just realizing the awkward position youâve landed yourself in, butt pressed down on his flat stomach. âListen.â
Shaking off your hand, he pushes up on his elbows. Coyly smiling, big enough for the bridge of his nose to scrunch. âWe can share it.â
âWhat??â
âThe manga, we can read it together!â He pipes up as if itâs the most brilliant idea.
âNo. I donât want to.â You mumble, pushing up to stand. âI donât even know you.â
He sits up too, rubbing the tender spot that throbs painful on his head. âIâm Haechan!â
âI donât care.â
An annoyed huff pushes air out between his lips. Settling on his knees, book in one hand. His smile grows wider. âYou might not care, but now you know me.â
The day you met Haechan remains one of your fondest memories.
The day he moved away reminds you that youâve lived through heartbreak once before.
âWeâll talk everyday!â Haechanâs round cheeks bunched up. Throwing his arms around you with all of his might. Enough to make you stumble into him.
If he hadnât lied, maybe the memory would hurt less.
Haechan bribes you with a paper bowl of steaming hot convenience store ramen. âIf you share the book with me, Iâll share my noodles with you. Hey, Iâll even buy you some strawberry milk.â
The rumble your stomach gives is almost too perfect. Haechan smiling, dragging you back to the reading nook in the small comic store.
âYouâre reading too fast!â He exclaims, splashing soup broth across the page. âI havenât even finished this panel yet!â
âYou read too slow!â
âHey,â he leans back, arching a brow. âYouâre kind of mean huh? I like that.â
Instead of pleasing him with a response, you throw the paperback at his lap. âFine, you turn the pages. My arms tired anyway.â
âMean girl.â Haechan mumbles, smirking. Offering you a forkful of noodles. Unsure if itâs anger or nerves filling your cheeks with a flush of heat.
Thatâs how you end up spending summer indoors. Cooped up together inside of the comic book store sharing your favorite recommendations with each other. Haechan preferred more gore and action, which made sense when you first read Uzumaki together.
Mentioning he wanted to reread it a couple of months later but was unable to find it anywhere. Probably because you kept it in a box under your bed along with the now empty bottle of strawberry milk he bought you. Plus the various coin machine prizes heâd won over time and offered to you. Claiming âI already have thatâ.
Itâs not that you have a crush on Haechan. You like him. Heâs nice, always smiling, and never reacts to the attitude you give him. Heâs more insistent you hang out than you can understand.
âYouâre moving?â By the time next summer rolls around, Haechanâs stomping around in front of you. Pulling out different mangas and putting them back in frustration.
âMy dadâs been working on some mobile app for years.â He starts to explain. âI donât know, this rich CEO in Seoul purchased it for likeâŠ.a lot. Dad said we have to relocate, thereâs way more opportunity in Seoul..â
âThatâs good, Iâm sure your families really proud of him..â doing your best to sound happy. You pretend to find the book in your hands much more interesting than it is. Seoulâs a 5 hour drive away, a little more than 3 by bullet train. Not that you could afford a ticket, never even venturing further than 5 miles from the only town youâve ever known.
Haechan plops down next to you dropping his bouncy head of hair down on your shoulder. âSeoulâs really far..â
âIâve never been..â
âYou wouldnât come visit me?â He turns to ask, the tip of his nose faintly grazing your cheek. Digging your two front teeth into your lower lip to placate the nerves that jump out of nowhere.
âSeoul is really expensive..â Haechanâs mouth droops to one side, upset by your answer.
â..Will you at least come by tomorrow when I leave?â
âOf course I will.â You assure, shifting to allow a small area to form between your bodies. Haechan had a habit of intruding on your personal space. Whereas you avoid affection, he craves it. Enjoys sharing everything, clinging on to your arms and shoulders whenever you hang out together. Making it difficult to dislike him even when you try to convince yourself he has negative traits.
The most negative being that heâd be moving away. Too far away.
âMy dad bought me an iPhone,â Haechan beams, already customizing the phoneâs background to a photo of Ryuk. âHereâs my number, you can text me.. when you get a phone..â
Drifting off on the last few words, heâs fast to change the atmosphere. Pressing his growing body to your side, slower than the growth spurt youâd experienced recently. He pushes up on to his toes planting a wet kiss to your cheek.
âDonât forget about me?â Haechan whispers, brown pools tinted orange honey twinkling hopefully.
Running off, he waves, leaving behind a phone number scribbled on your palm and a trace of pouty lips on your skin. Burning in the aftermath.
That would be the last time Haechan spoke to you as a friend.
âYou remember the Lee family? That little boy you used to hang out with.â Your mom casually mentions over lunch one day. Age written over her features beyond her years. Today had been a tough one, unloading heavy crates only for a thunderstorm to ruin the chance of making any money.
âSure.â You mumble, nursing a spoonful of hot soup hoping that will warm you up better than the weak fireplace you tried to start up with more ashes than logs.
âThereâs these ads going around, sponsoring a child that comes from poverty.â She starts, sliding the newspaper your way. Big bold letters about an underdog hero, modern day Robin Hood giving back to his community. âYouâre too smart for the school systems your father and I can afford.â
âThis is a charity case.â You reply distastefully, reading the description. Full scholarship ride and housing covered, guaranteed a position to intern at Mr. Leeâs company to complete your credits.
âIâve sent in an application for you.â She smiles, smoothing out a folded paper. âYouâre one of the top 5, but you have to interview in Seoul. I donât want you to struggle the way we have anymore.â
âIâm not struggling mom, I donât want to move to Seoul.â You say, avoiding the letter. She sighs, biting back her tongue.
âYour dad has been putting in overtime, this weekend you will take the bullet train to Seoul. I cannot go with you, but I know you will flourish and achieve great things. You can be better than Mr. Lee even.â She finalizes, clasping her hands together. âWe must find you something suitable to wear.â
Sheâs not wrong, over the years you work hard. Assisting your mother in any way with her job to make ends meet. Throttling yourself into nothing but studying, even growing less interested in the hobbies you once indulged in as a kid.
Things became more clear with time. That alone is obvious as you look at the second hand iPhone you started a piggy-bank for after Haechan moved. Able to pay for it and the cheapest service you could find finally after 4 years. It felt too late by then to bother texting him, itâs not as if he ever bothered to call.
Your mother was right, of course, Mr. Lee had gone from a broke engineer to a successful one developing various softwares for mobile phones and computers. His story is one you see spoken of often in newspapers and magazines, a local millionaire lifting his life up from nothing to a success overnight. It only took him 10 years, not that it ever gets mentioned.
âYouâre the perfect example of prospering despite the environment youâve been raised in.â Is what a woman wearing heels too high and a perfectly tight ponytail lifting her brows to two sharp lines says across from you. âI canât wait to see your development, with an IQ like this there is no way you wonât soar to the top of your class.â
There is no way. Until there is.
âI am still too shy to tell you how much I really like you. Given our current circumstances, I donât think itâs the right time for us to take this next step. I hope you will have patience with me. In the meantime I will continue to admire your beauty at a distance. Pray for my heart, it hasnât beat at a normal pace since you arrived.
-Your Teddy Bearâ
The note crinkles between your fingertips. Lodged beneath a stuffed teddy bear plush thatâs hanging from your locker. Attached by a string that has been neatly wrapped into a bow. The plush has silky brown fur, a patch of a red heart shot through by an arrow on its chest. Itâs from the build-a-bear store, custom made, special, just for you.
âYour Teddy Bearâ rereading the signature draws nausea up to your throat. It was no secret as to who walked around campus proudly nicknamed âbaby bearâ because of his gentle cute resemblance to the animal.
Haechan Lee even sported a small fuzzy brown bear patch on his varsity jacket. One his girlfriend had insisted on ironing on to it after she began to steal the jacket off of him. The nickname was harmless, cute, yet made your stomach churn to read again.
âArenât you too old to carry around a stuffed animal?â Jenoâs locker rickashayâs loudly next to you. Breaking your stupor thatâs held you in place long enough to miss the morning announcements. âImmature, donât you think?â
Instead of acknowledging Jeno with any type of response, you shove the plush inside your bag. Distracted by punching it down to the bottom, the note drops from your hold landing at Jenoâs feet. Heâs bending to pick it up before youâve noticed, beginning to recite it outloud where he stands by your side.
âPray for my heart?â Jeno scoffs. Throwing in a snorted laugh as you spin to face him. Shooting out your arm to snatch the note away from him. His laugh grows louder, shifting to perch on his toes and create longer distance between your limbs. âDonât tell me you have a secret admirer? You??â
Jeno laughs boisterously at your jumping and cursing. Swatting at his bicep to retrieve the letter. âAs if anyone would ever take an interest in you out of any of the girls enrolled. The only admiration anyone has for you is to make fun of these Good Will thrifted outfits you try to make look fashionable.â
Jeno mocks you, pinching your sweater at the shoulder as if youâre too disgusting to touch. His nose scrunching up, shaking away the material. âYouâre worse than a pest. These scholarship programs just let in any trash off the street these days. Fucking charity cases.â
If you werenât familiar with Jenoâs insufferable torment by now, youâd jump at the chance to talk back. Having to bite your tongue to resist the urge. A lesson he made sure you were quick to learn after the first week of the semester.
âBig mistake.â Jeno said after your belongings spilled out of your backpack. An uncapped black sharpie dropped on his white high-top Chuck Taylorâs. The tiniest, most minuscule black dot left behind on the toe of his foot.
Needless to say, your introduction was not an easy one. It just so happened that Jeno headed the same direction to his first class. Shoving past you with more aggression than necessary into the lecture hall. Of course he had the same morning class as you, because the universe had no reason to assist you. Not if Jeno Lee had any say about it.
Jeno could have sat anywhere, rows of empty seats up and down the aisles. Tons left in the back for anyone who preferred to zone out, catch more sleep. That would be logical, right? Instead he opted to sit directly behind you. Whispering up close to your ear, digging the pointed tips of a compass into your shoulder blade.
âSnitch, I dare you.â Jeno hissed. Chomping on gum noisily directly into your ear.
Stretching out his leg, Jeno drops his foot on your upper thigh. Bending at the knee with intention to leave a shoe print behind on your leg. He leans over closer, until only an inch of his butt sits on the lecture chair. âI just got these for school. Brand new pair, last left in my size.â
He grunts annoyed. Dragging the sharp compass down hard enough to leave lines on the back of your shirt. Jenoâs foot digs harder until he has your teeth clenched to bite down a pained whimper. âShould have you lick it until itâs clean. Better yet, bring your toothbrush tomorrow. Scrub them until they look fresh out of the factory.â
To say you started off on the wrong foot, literally, with Jeno would be an understatement. From that day forward he made sure to crowd into your space. Whether it be during class, or at your locker.
âHey, Jeno dude. Whatâs going on here?â A voice carries down the hall. Jenoâs eyelashes flutter shut with irritation, forcing a cheerful smile on. He throws an arm around your shoulder, turning to face Haechanâs approaching figure.
âHey man! Ah, you know. This one is always begging to see what snacks I have in my bag.â Jeno fabricates some story. Much too quick and sly for his own good. âI try to tell her, itâs a surprise for class!â
Haechan squints between the two of you. His girlfriend, Sinclair, waves at various friends passing by in a rush to class. With his arm wrapped around her waist as they enter the building. The epitome of a universityâs power couple, especially in their matching Balenciaga sweaters today.
âIf I remember correctly, she likes to eat ramen packets dry.â Haechan adds. Acknowledging you with a wink. âAt least that was one of our favorites to share when we were kids.â
âThatâs perfect, because there is no way I have time to warm up this cup of noodles before class now.â Jeno goes on lying. Pulling a face as the first bell to get your ass to class rings blaringly loud.
âCatch you at lunch, yeah?â Haechan waves your direction, lifting his chin Jenoâs way with a âlaterâ. Moving along with Sinclair to their perspective classes.
Jeno groans, whipping his arm away with extra force. Purposefully jamming his hip into your side until you visibly grimace. Colliding against the set of lockers behind you.
âBe careful!â Jeno exclaims with large eyes. His palms slap onto your waist roughly, pushing you harder into the lockers. The handle and a large lock on one digs into your spine. Jenoâs gaze falls flat, eyelids thinning down to slits with a hardened expression. âYou wouldnât want to hurt yourself, now would you?â
He lets you go abruptly, spinning on his heel to catch up to a group of his friends. Not before stepping back swiftly to catch you off guard. Jenoâs shoulder budges against yours, making your back clatter into the lockers again with a groan. A sneer spreads across his lips, hand laid flat on the center of your stomach to keep you held in place.
âWatch out for yourself now, Teddy.â Jeno grins. âYou never know whoâs really watching you.â
Focusing in class had been easier said than done after this morning's ordeal. Jenoâs taunts hardly bothered you as much as he probably wished for, but the teddy bear suffocating at the bottom of your bag did.
It couldnât actually be from Haechan? Not after the less than enthusiastic way he greeted you upon recognizing each other during your first week. He made it apparent enough that heâd prefer for you to not mention the truth behind how you two knew each other.
It happened over lunch one day, Haechan must have felt guilty after borrowing your notes the week before. Inviting you to join his group of friends, insisting that you do.
Thatâs how you end up clenching your teeth next to Jeno. Jeno who immediately creates a tense air asking if Haechan knows you or something.
âWell yeah we, uh.. her mother! Used to deliver fruits and vegetables to my house. We would hang out as kids.. sometimes.â Haechan stares at you for a minute. Sighing before sporting a fake smile. âSheâs in my dadâs scholarship program now.â
Sinclair giggles at that by his side. Turning to her best friend with a brand new iPhone covering her whispering lips. A photo of Haechan pressing a kiss to her cheek covering the case. Exactly, Haechan has a girlfriend.. A perfect, high class, designer wearing, spoiled princess.
Jeno leans over once Haechan manages to redirect the topic back to nonsense about sports. âThatâs not how you really know each other is it?â
If your childhood friend wanted to wish for the past to never exist, why shouldnât you?
âThat is, my mother used to deliver fresh produce to his families estate.â You lie, feigning confidence. Jeno scowls, pressing in closer near your ear for no one else to listen.
âYou smell like a liar.â He turns just slightly, letting strands of your hair trace across the bridge of his nose. âLike dirt poor trash, someone who had to work for pennies and dimes since childhood.â
A shout threatens to rip free past your lips. Jolting straight, you face Jeno abruptly. Defined brows lift, egging you to do something. âSnitch, I dare you.â Thatâs what he said.
The old you would have fought back, the naive innocent you that hadnât been crushed by the weight of harsh existence yet.
âDid you bring you your toothbrush?â Jeno sneaks up on you a few days after your unforgettable meeting. This time you were at least smart enough to hide the note in your pocket when he spoke.
âI enjoy watching you study. You probably have no idea how your forehead wrinkles, how often you huff and groan to yourself. Writing so pretty and neat, everything about you is so perfect, isnât it? I hope you will study with me one day. Iâm willing to bet there is so much you can teach me.
-Your Teddy Bearâ
Haechan had asked to borrow your notes in the library yesterday.
âYouâre in Bio-Chem too?â He notes, peeping over your shoulder. âWow, youâre smart huh? No wonder my dad wonât shut up about you.â
Haechanâs tongue clicks, whining about how heâs failing the course. âCan I borrow your notes? I really need to ace this next exam. Promise Iâll give them back.â
By now for as smart as you are, you should know heâs no good with promises. What heâs good at is resting his head on your shoulder, batting his pretty eyes. Poking out his lips in an irritatingly cute pouty shape.
âYou know, no one knows I used to be poor.â Haechan brings it up one day. Stretching and cracking his back while seated next to you in the library. None of his friends ever seemed to venture into these parts..
âAre you ashamed of where you came from?â You ponder, keeping your eyes trained on words jumbling together. Even his voice had become more mesmerizing to listen to than youâd prefer to admit.
âNo?â Haechan sounds confused, cheeks bouncing side to side in thought. âMaybe I am.â
âI think you are.â
âIâve changed a lot right?â Haechan smiles, obviously happy about that.
âYou definitely have.â Looking over his face, you think, a lot is an understatement. A once cute playful boy selfless enough to split his favorite candy bars with you. Erased and replaced by an arrogant lazy snob who couldnât even bother to finish his assignments.
All the years you wondered once in a while what had become of your special friend Haechan. Has Seoul treated him well? Did he adapt nicely?
He changed, you changed, but even knowing this you held a shred of hope that your teddy bear could still be somewhere in there.
âHey,â Jeno pushes on your spine, crashing chest first into your locker. âI asked you something, are you dumb?â
âWhat do you want me to answer first?â You mumble annoyed.
âPfft.â Jeno glances around, taking a hold of your arm from behind. âYouâre talking back to me?â
Walking down the hall, Jeno moves you with him outside. Trudging past groups with people waving and smiling whenever anyone greets him. âLet me guess, you did not bring your toothbrush?â
âCanât you leave me alone today? I have an exam in an hour.â You argue, attempting to free yourself from his hold. Jeno scoffs at that, pushing you inside a bathroom thatâs luckily empty.
âYou like to play dumb, donât you?â With no warning, Jeno cups your shoulders forcing you down onto your knees. Quickly throwing an old toothbrush at your face. He leans back against the door, foot landing on your thigh. âYou want to study? Start cleaning.â
âWhat the fuck? No!â Anger takes over, refusing to indulge this sick game Jenoâs taken to playing. Heâd have to find someone else to victimize today.
âDid I ask?â Jeno balls your hair up in fists, pulling until your back arches. Stunned, your jaw flies open, regrettably moaning.
It shouldnât feel good. It doesnât feel good, but it does.
Clamping your lips together, youâre fast to look away. Not fast enough for Jeno to miss it. âDisgusting.â He snickers.
That doesnât stop a smirk from painting his lips. Pulling the tufts of hair harder until youâre swallowing back humiliating moans. Each pull loosening the tension and stress locking your neck in place. Weeks of worry and fear, constantly dwelling on the future.
âYou like this, donât you?â Jeno smiles, lapping his lower lip. Instead of answering you reach for the toothbrush, pressing it to the foot thatâs still stepping heavily on your leg. âNu-uh, that wonât do dumby.â
Roughly throwing your head down until you fold over, Jeno orders for you to lick his shoe clean first. âYou think thatâs going to get clean by just brushing it? God, how stupid are you?â
The memory of dragging your wet tongue across the minuscule black dot on Jenoâs new shoes sickens you. Playing like a VHS tape thatâs been rewinded one too many times, constantly skipping scenes, showing the same one over and over again.
The worst part was when he demanded you finish the job with a kiss. âConsider it an apology for ruining my fucking day.â
Thatâs what Jeno said, discreetly adjusting his crotch before stepping out heading to class.
Each day turned into another strategic move, Jeno sat across from you. Knocking over your chessman, slowly draining you of any will to fight against him.
âYou love studying so much, donât fucking move.â Jeno sets a third thick hardcover book down. Sweats trickling down your forehead, salty wetness landing between the split of your lips. Resisting the urge to whimper and cry. Arms ready to give out under the weight of books heâs forced you to carry in each hand while on your knees.
âYou always have your face buried in these books.â Jeno mumbles from behind. Pulling your hair into two separate sections to grab on. âDo you see how even the things you love can hurt you.â
Those words echoed through your mind often as well. Most of the time he had nothing nice to say, well, he never had anything nice to say.
Sometimes he made sense. He played a role like everyone else, smiling and boasting about upcoming trips. All the places heâs traveled to, the luxury sports car he spent every weekend waxing off until it sparkled like glitter.
Itâd become a routine. Sleep. Study. Evade Jeno. Reread the daily notes from your teddy bear.
âYou looked so pretty today, I noticed your lip color matched your nails. Was that for me? Do you know Iâm watching you? Iâm always watching you. I want you to be mine, weâre the same you and I.
If you want to meet me, please bring the teddy bear to school tomorrow and meet me in Room 0423.
Room 0423 hasnât been occupied in years. Construction put on hiatus in favor of building a new wing, the end of the hallway you walk through hasnât been in use since a freak fire some years back. Charred lockers and messed up tiling. Only a few of the rooms near the entrance are still put to use for the photography classes to use as dark rooms. It was rare to ever find students in the area. Other than when Jeno would drag you to one of the empty bathrooms nearby.
If someone wanted to meet in private it made sense to do it in the abandoned building, not that knowing that did anything to quill your nerves.
The room itself isnât in such bad shape. Mostly dusty bookshelves and window sills from lack of maintenance. For the most part completely unharmed by the fire, accumulating debris and ashes from air circulation.
Even the chalkboard looked freshly washed still, tracing your finger across it with hardly any marks left behind. No sign of life, empty memories.
âYouâre here.â A voice you know too well to easily confuse for Haechan startles you enough to jump up with a gasp. Jeno struts between the rows of desks, the door clicking shut behind him. His necks arched back displaying the full width of his muscular throat, prominent Adamâs apple. Shoulders solid and broad with hands in his pockets tapering his waist even more.
âJeno?â Confusions more evident in the wrinkle between your brows. Tightly clutching the teddy bear plush to your chest the closer Jeno comes. Only stopping once thereâs hardly any space left between the two of you, just enough to loom a dark shadow over your figure. âWhat are you doing here?â
âYou know what Iâm doing here.â Jeno rolls his eyes. Neck loosening in a stretch side to side cracking with each precise movement. âOh..â
The tips of his fingers graze his upper lip, eyes large by the stretch of his brow yanking them to fully open. Emitting a mocking gasp, his lips part open to add more shock. âRight. You really thought Haechan was the one sending you those letters didnât you?â
âDid he tell you about this?â You wonder, Jeno is one of Haechanâs best friends after all..
âMy stupid teddy bear.â Jeno smirks, tugging on the bear's ear squeezed to death in your grasp. âI thought you were smart and would figure it out sooner. You must really like him to act this brainless.âïżŒ
âWhat.. youâ?â Jeno lets out a sarcastic gasp, wide gaze adding mockery.
âThereâs that dim light bulb.â He snarls, hissing between his teeth. âI made it so obvious, didnât I? The thing is, you so desperately wanted it to be Haechan..â
âI donât get it, why would you? You hate me that much?â Of course it wasnât Haechan. Not Haechan who didnât even want to remember the times you cherished.
âNot at all.â Jeno cooâs when your eyes start to water. âIâve thought about it..â his head tilts, admiring the tears cascading down your warm cheeks over his thumbs. Trickling way past his wrist watch, following a path of veins along his forearm. The idea of your pain against his strength doing more to excite him than he can stand much longer.
âIf we had met under different circumstances. If my father hadnât groveled like some pathetic loser to Haechanâs dad to save us. To continue developing my education in this overpriced prissy shithole..â
The corner of Jenoâs lip tweaks, itâs as much of a smile as heâs ever shown you up until now. Leaning in closer to lick the stream of tears landing at the crevice of your nose. He stays near, whispering just by your eye. âWe could have met in a different way, community college or some bullshit. We could have had a chance at normalcy.â
He stands up right, kissing his teeth. Shoving the pads of his fingers deeper into your cheeks until the fat dips beneath. âBut you had to like Haechan. That pretentious upper class rich asshole whoâs never had to fend for shit his entire life. Heâll never understand where you come from.â
Jeno licks his lips, salivating the more you cough and cry. Brain throbbing from the collapsed image before him, in his hands. A broken pathetic thing to rebuild how he wants, make perfect. âI understand. I see you for what you really are. Weâre the same really, you and I.â
âIâm nothing like you!â You squeak, gripping onto the teddy bear's neck for a confidence boost. âYouâre awful! Youâre the most horrendous person Iâve ever met.â
âIâm trash.â Jeno states proudly. Licking the back of his hand clean of your spilled tears. âJust like you. I knew after watching you for only a few days.â
Reminding yourself that Jeno doesnât deserve anything from you, you push past him headed for the door. Pulled by your waist to lay against his chest. âWhere do you think youâre going teddy? Weâre not done here. Weâre just getting acquainted.â
âLet me go!â Dropping the stuffed bear, you fight against his thick forearms squeezing around you. Kicking back at Jenoâs legs.
âFine!â Jeno really letâs you go, squatting down to pull your hair before you can crawl away. Erupting a string of cursed screams, he pulls you too roughly. Finding a few strands of hair between his fingers later.
âYouâre a smart girl when it comes to those stupid books teddy,â he says, positioning you on your knees. Something heâs become familiar with. âBut youâre so fucking stupid when it comes to literally everything else, huh?â
He has the nerve to laugh, pushing your loose sweater off. Tsking and mumbling about how itâs a shame you cover yourself up so much. âI could tell though.â
Tweaking your chest, Jeno rips your top away, seams bursting from his brutal hands. Pressing a kiss on your sternum, he blinks up, observing the droplets hanging from the tip of your nose. âSo pretty when you cry like that. Thatâs how I make you cry teddy.â
Jeno moves the teddy bear beneath your lower half. Thighs spread over its face. The same plush youâve cuddled and held for nights, pretending Haechan could like you. That you could be the one wearing matching clothing with him..
Seeming pleased with your position, Jeno rips your underwear to the side. Grabbing one of your shoulders, his other hand trails up past your breast. Nose meeting yours with a soft kiss to your upper lip.
âBet you wish your real teddy bear would come save you now.â Jeno laughs in your face. Taking a hold of your neck, he pushes until your cunt presses down on the plushies face. Whimpering filled with embarrassment.
Jeno wishing he only had a camera set-up to remind you of what a dumb whore you are with photos plastered all over the inside of your locker. Dropping one on the floor in class just to make you squirm. Next time, heâd have to remember.
âDo you know how stupid you look right now teddy?â Jeno gathers a chunk of your hair mercilessly. Yanked back to the point of miserable strain in your neck. Cock throbbing hard enjoying the shame taking over your soft face. âCome here.â
A sick satisfaction fills his chest, obliging you to sit on one of his thighs. Jeno relaxes into the old teachers chair, cupping one side of your hips. âMove.â
Biting down on his lip, Jenoâs other hand presses on your stomach. Shifting you to move up and down his thigh enough for your clit to rub roughly against his slacks. Flexing muscles against your inner thighs on purpose to get you more frustrated.
âFucking your toy wasnât enough?â He says meanly, wrapping an arm around your waist until youâre flush to his chest. âSuch a dumb stupid little moronic slut.â
His free hand reaches up, prodding three fingers inside your mouth. Shoved deep enough to gag around. He starts thrusting them in and out quickly. Pushing back far enough to make you choke and cough. Gurgling up wads of drool that spill out gathering around his wrist.
âTell me, tell me what a dumb slut you are.â Jeno bounces beneath you. Knee jerking between your legs in a harsh manner until youâre riding his thigh. Eyes rolled up moaning around the fingers clogging your mouth.
âI-Iâm du-uhmâ he knows you canât properly speak. Gagging and lurching until the top of his button down shirts drenched in saliva.
âLook at this fucking mess you made, stupid and filthy.â Jeno rips free from your mouth, smacking wetly on your cheek until you glance between your bodies. His chest rising and falling faster with each bated breath.
âClean. It. Up.â Controlling you by your hair again, he pushes your face into his chest. Hard enough to make you gasp for air. Thigh roughly stimulating your clit with no loss of speed. He reaches down, landing hard whip-like smacks on your ass. Rolling your face against the sloppy mess of drool. âHave to do everything for you.â
Standing up suddenly, Jeno pushes you too hard, crashing down on your knees, painful enough to sting. He peers down at you, slowly unbuttoning his top.
âLook at that.â Nodding to a near invisible sheen at the top of his abs, his tongue clicks. âLick it off.â
Lick it off, just how you licked his shoe. Inching your tongue past every dip and muscle on his stomach just to get to the spot heâs complained about. Thatâs what Jeno meant, he meant to clean him. Clean him, make him less of a piece of shit.
âExactly, maybe you arenât just book smart.â He sighs pleased. Hard cock digging against your chin while you take extra time to dip in and out of his bellybutton. Lost in the thought of how smooth his skin feels under your tongue. A vivid image of Jeno standing under hot water, lathered up in soap, removing every trace of body hair that would hide any of his perfect figure.
Jeno could get off on this alone. The random sucks you give to each carved muscle. Twitching under your mouthâs working movements. But that would do nothing to calm his thoughts of painting your face with lines of cum. Jerking off on your eyes just to watch you suffer and cry about how you canât see. Having to beg him to help you clean it off.
Undoing his pants, he considers it. Pushing them down past his narrow hips enough to let his balls breathe. He strokes lazily over himself, the tips of his fingers barely touching. Terrified large eyes stare up, the visual of his cock taking over most of your face from this angle dizzying enough to make him eyes roll.
âJeno, please..I canât. Youâre too big..â a soft broken beg trails up to his ears. Cock twitching at the misery filling your vocals.
âKiss it, at the tip.â He says huskily. Jerking the fat length before you. Slit glowing with stringy precum, dangling loose. âTaste it. Iâm not asking.â
He moves forward, not giving you much of a choice. The wet tip smearing on your pursed lips. Leaving behind a gloss coat. âSmell it, get in there teddy. That pathetic dumb mouth talks back a lot, I know you can do better.â
Another push has your lips wrapped snugly around the fat tip of Jenoâs cock. Dramatically crying now, throat and body already drained of energy. Precum drips fiercely out of his slit, dampening the center of your tongue with a bitter tangy taste.
Coughing around Jenoâs length finally breaching way half inside. He grunts irritated, pulling your hair harder until you let out a fresh batch of tears.
âGod you suck at sucking cock.â His eyes roll, this time in frustration. Bending at his knees to move you onto the desk. Jeno strikes your ass three times for good measure. Claiming disobedience, but that youâre a fast learner. Youâll learn how to properly take dick under his teaching soon enough.
He licks your face clean of tears, shushing you, gently pressed to your lips. âYou want a real reason to cry? Iâll give you one.â
Jenoâs got you on your back in seconds. Manhandling you around this classroom with strength youâd only experienced in short moments before. Tossed and turned any direction he wanted.
âI knew my teddy would have the prettiest pussy.â He smiles sharply. Pupils large and black, endorphins too high from the incessant pounding need to cum. Gripping himself around the base of his length to slap down on your slit. Folds gushing with wetness clapping around the heavy meat landing against you.
âJeno, please..â you whine, eyes shut tight at the roll your hips give.
âSo wet for me. What the fuck are you begging for? Too dumb to even understand how bad you wanna get fucked huh?â Lining up to your pulsating hole, he starts to push in. Relishing in the sounds of anguish pouring out of your lips. Neck going loose, soaking up every torn whimper your throat presents him.
âGood thing Haechan never got to fuck you.â Jeno smirks, struck by your mound lifting the further he pushes inside. âWould have fallen in love with you like the weak little bitch he is.â
Jenoâs bigger than the two guys youâve hooked up with back home. Twice as thick and long. Broad figure hovering above you shadowing darkness around you. Heâs monstrous, physically stretching your walls to fit the entirety of his length.
âMy pretty teddy, with the tiniest pussy to ruin.â He keeps mumbling. Falling into his own daze of satisfaction. Cursing and chewing on his upper lip. He smacks your thigh, pushing the rest of his length in. Arching up under him with a pained cry, heâs so deep, too deep.
âTell me you love it,â he reaches up, scooping your face to make you watch him. âCry and shout, but look at how your pussy wants me. Gripping around me begging for my cum.â
âT-too big. Big, b-big.â You canât rip away your gaze from where he collides with your core. Glistening cock plunging in and out, in and out. More coated in your arousal with each drawback. Impulsively squeezing every time Jeno fills you up again.
âFuck, youâre too good for me arenât you teddy? Pussy sucking on my cock better than that mouth can.â Jenoâs motions speed up. Trapping you in a folded position, legs pushed up onto his shoulders. He draws your ass half off the desk, ramming against your bottom hard enough for the old furniture to shake and creak underneath you. âBet that pussy never gets used huh? Iâll change that, fuck you everyday until all your hole knows it how to take my cock.â
Jenoâs stamina only accelerates the more you cry. Groaning and rolling his eyes blissfully. Tongue laving the stream of tears dripping down past your chin. âKeep crying like that for me, say my name.â
Dropping one of your legs, he grabs onto your jaw, shaking your face side to side. Commanding you say his name again with a growl.
âJeno!â You have to shout, fingers bury under your tongue. Tugging down until pools of saliva combine with the puddle of tears around you. Jeno motivated by your dirty appearance to fuck harder and faster. Aiming his next thrust with precision. Hitting the bundles of nerves that race down to your toes. Biting down on his fingers lodged halfway in your mouth to control the painful cries that sound.
âMy dumb stupid teddy, cumming around my cock again.â Jeno shows no pity, fuckng with extra urgency past your convulsing heat. Sweat shoots off his face at the rapid succession of thrusts. Neck arched back revealing the expanse of his broad drenched chest. Traces of spit left behind on the chiseled lines etching definition on his stomach. Waist dipping with each pound of his pelvis down. Sharp enough to bruise and ache the backs of your thighs for days to come.
âLove how your pussy swallows me up.â Scrunching his brows together, Jeno looks down. Admiring how fast he glides in and out, coated in your release. âNeed to cum.â
âNo! no! Not inside!â Squirming away is useless with Jenoâs hands splayed around your waist. Delivering three more pointed thrusts, he groans falling down. Forehead rolling back and forth on your chest releasing raspy guttural cries. Steamy warmth fills you up, losing no rhythm, he keeps thrusting. Obscene sounds of wetness squish between your lower halves. Driving his hips forward until the last spurt of cum spills out.
âOut! Pull out!â You whimper, throat scratched up from too many cries and screams.
Jeno props himself up, masking your pleading with a noisy grunt. Circling his hips painfully against yours. He comes down to a slow grind, gripping one of your wrists, pressing your hand down on the skin bulging out above your navel.
âIâll protect you. Never let that fucker Haechan near you again.â Jeno sounds crazed. Pressing the tips of your fingers against your abdomenâs skin covering the tip of his length. âNow youâll be my teddy bear.â
Jenoâs instructions are clear and concise. Be ready by 7am, wait for him at the corner bus stop, and donât talk.
âI canât stand chatter this early in the morning.â He drones on the way to school. âThatâs why I like you, youâre quiet.â
You shouldnât feel flattered, blaming the nervous stir passing through your stomach on skipping breakfast. If Jeno hadnât petrified you into silence youâd let him know the truth- youâre only quiet because youâve never wanted to talk to him. Why would you after his unrelenting harassment?
âDid you write down your schedule for me like I asked?â Jeno pulls into a parking spot, palm held open expectantly.
Of course you did, because youâd do anything Jeno asks of you now. His intentions are straight to the point, whether you want it or not heâd be around. Lurking in the shadows, peering over your shoulder. Observing you even at a distance, studying your every move.
âGood, letâs go to the main office. Iâll put in the transfer requests to match your schedule.â Jenoâs eyes are hidden behind black tinted frames. Fierce eyebrows bouncing above them in a snarky manner.
He doesnât bother to grab the door for you, shoving his book bag at your chest. âSee, once Iâve switched to all of your classes, weâll be together all day.â
Jenoâs walking with his head held high. Smacking his lips as he goes on, keys twirling around a pointer finger. âYou will finish all of my assignments. Weâll work together for every project.â Stopping abruptly, he forces a heaved breath from your chest with his forearm smacking against your ribs.
âOf course, you will sit next to me at all times. I expect my grades to be that of a student riding on a scholarship. Nothing but perfect scores.â
Jeno seems pleased by the silence he receives, pinching your chin between his thumb and index finger. âI told you, youâre perfect for me. We were made for each other.â
âHey guys!â Haechanâs jogging down the hall toward the two of you. Waving and smiling, momentarily confused as he nears noticing Jeno touching you in such an unusual way. A soft growl passes through his throat, snapping away from facing you to hide your body as much as he can behind himself.
âHaechan.â Jeno stiffens up, taking a stance with hands on his hips to pump his chest out. Jaw locked tight, stretching his neck high to glare down at the other standing only a couple of inches shorter.
âHeyyy man?â Haechan hesitates, eyes crossing in confusion. Bouncing up on his toes to catch a glimpse of you behind Jeno. âWhatâs going on? Is everythingââ
âItâs time for you to go to class.â Jeno clasp one of Haechanâs shoulders in a ruthless grip. Enough for a pained squeak to embarrassingly escape him.
âDude, what the fuck?â Haechan grunts attempting to shake off his âfriendâ âWhat the fuck is your problem man.â
âYou.â Jeno smirks, pushing Haechan further back. âYou are my problem. A problem Iâm tired of dealing with.â
âJeno, what the fuck?!â Haechan sounds pissed off. Confusion evades him as fighting instinct sets in. Resisting to push back when he spots you peeking over Jenoâs shoulder. âAre you okay?!â
âDONâT talk to her.â Jeno spits, roughly shoving Haechanâs other shoulder until he trips back stumbling over his feet. âIn fact, you will never speak to her again.â
âMan, I donât know what the fuck youâre on.â Haechan grits, spine ramrod straight, resisting Jenoâs intimidation. âStop telling me what to do.â
âIâm not telling you. Iâm warning you.â Jeno swipes open his phone, tapping a few times before showing Haechan a display of photos. âActually, Iâm threatening you.â
Haechanâs lips part, taking in a deep breath, letting out a tired sigh. âWhat do you plan to do with those?â
âI could go to the principal? Local newspaper? Straight to daddy? Inform him of what a loser his son is?â Jeno smirks, proudly opening up incriminating photos of Haechan partaking in illegal drug use. âI can just see it now- millionaires chaebol son! Addicted to snorting away his fatherâs money!â
âWhy are you doing this to me?â Haechanâs distress reminds you of your own. Who knows when Jenoâs plans had begun..
âI told you.â Stepping to stand by your side, Jenoâs arm drapes around your shoulders. âDonât speak to her again, donât even look at her. I have more than enough to ensure dear daddy cuts you off for good. See how much everyone loves you when youâre nothing but a slum like me.â
Haechan prepares to protest, lifting his hand to motion for Jeno to stop. Shot down and smacked away instantly.
âCome on, weâre gonna be late to class.â With lips pressed to your forehead, Jeno drags you away. Leaving his former friend gaping like a fish out of water.
It feels like a melancholy scene out of a movie. Haechan grows smaller and smaller the further Jeno moves the two of you along. Much like the day he moved away, forgetting of your existence.
âDonât ever think about him again.â Jeno mutters. Sitting your lifeless body down, he presses a kiss to your cheek. âHeâll forget about you, just like he did so easily before. You never meant anything to him.â
You never meant anything to him, but you mean something to Jeno..
At least thatâs what he tells you. His actions speak otherwise, hauling you to sit by his side in your next class. Mentioning on his way in to the TA curiously eyeing him that heâd be joining soon and would love to become familiar.
âSee,â Jeno bites his bottom lip to contain a prideful smile. Tickling the stray hairs by your ear, he pushes them back freeing your cheek up to speak against. âWe donât need all these fake assholes.â
Leading you toward the back, Jeno grabs the chair's leg youâve sat on. A loud shrill screeching across the floor, knocking your knee into his. âYou will sit next to me like this from now on.â
Noticing a few lingering eyes and hushed whispers directed your way, he presses closer to you. Nose nestled in your hair transfixed by the remaining scent of your shampoo. Glaring toward your peers snooping eyes and whispering lips.
âNow they all know.â Leaning back enough to cup your face, the pad of Jenoâs thumb brushes beneath your eye. Warmth fills the black pools roaming over your broken features. Admiring the hard work heâs put in, picking at a block of frozen ice everyday until it cracks. âYou belong to me. Youâre my teddy bear.â
I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they werenât sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.
I DONâT REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER
Guessed
Ventured
IâM DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM
Hooted
Howled
Yowled
I WONDER
Pondered
Voiced
Wondered
OH, YEAH, WHOOPS
Recalled
Recited
Remembered
SURPRISE BITCH
Revealed
IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DONâT WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD
Scoffed
Snickered
Snorted
BITCHY
Tattled
Taunted
Teased
Edit: People, Iâm an English and creative writing double major in college; I understand that thereâs nothing wrong with simply using âsaid.â This was just for fun, and it comes in handy when I need to add pizzazz.Â
In addition to a little pizzazz in the dialogue tags, these are also super useful as part of the narration, or summing up/paraphrasing something that has been said, or even in a characterâs dialogue as they describe how someone was talking!
The whole "you're not valid/disabled unless you're diagnosed" is evil and it is killing people. A diagnosis does not make you disabled. Your disability makes you disabled.
Summary: After returning from his military hiatus, Jinyoungâs agency pressures him into a fake relationship to combat rumors and restart his career. Y/N, a regular waitress, is hired as the other half of the arrangement. Theyâre supposed to keep things professional, but real feelings start to blur the lines as their contract nears its end. Pairing: Jinyoung (Got7) x Fem!Reader Tags: #angst#tension #jinyoungangst #jinyoungxreader Word count: 9,000
AN* SORRY I GOT THIS OUT LATE I WANTED IT TO BE GOOD, IF YOU CELEBRATE EASTER HAPPY EASTER ! You know your fixation is bad when you thinking baout Jinyoung in Church ... chile anways... this is not that holy so I had to wait past 12 am to post it... enjoy
The sunset settled over the house, the sun dipping low beyond the windows as the last traces of their chaotic afternoon faded into the quiet. The ocean breeze whispered as he sat on their balcony, bringing with it the scent of salt and something cool and sweet.
After a long day of PR and smiles that weren't so staged, theyâd quietly agreed to go out for dinner. Now, Jinyoung sat on the balcony couch, waiting. Y/N was still getting ready. He didnât mind waiting. Not really. Especially not with such a view in front of him. It gave him the time to think.
His phone sat in his hand, thumb scrolling without much focus. The photos from earlier had already made their rounds online. Dozens of them. Them on the beach, Jinyoung massaging sunscreen on her back the sunlight catching in her hair. Her kisses along his face. Her being wrapped in his shirt, walking beside him. His hand on her back. Their faces close in some of them, like they'd forgotten anyone else was around.
The paparazzi didnât seem to mention the broken bikini topâjust captioned the photos with variations of âProtective boyfriend modeâ or âJinyoung giving his shirt to Y/Nâheart eyes everywhere.â âJinyoung adorn in âI LOVE MY GIRLFRIENDâ shirt while out in Jejuâ.
Like it or not, she sure knew how to make a headline.Â
He exhaled quietly, thumb stilling over one shot where she was laughing at something he'd said, her head tilted back, the sleeves of his shirt swallowing her arms. It was a relief that the headlines werenât about wardrobe malfunctions or scandal. But even that relief was laced with something complicated.
For some part of him, his heart was breaking.
What gnawed at him now wasnât worry or damage controlâit was how natural it all looked. And how much of it had felt that way, too. The way she smiled at him in public was effortless, like she didnât have to try. The way she touched him like she meant it. The way she looked at him like he was hers. They looked so good together. She looked like his. And yet it was all a lie. He didnât know where he ended and the role began anymore.
What did he start?
He dropped his phone onto the cushion beside him and exhaled through his nose, rubbing the heel of his palm into his temple. His other hand drifted to his side grabbing onto a small velvet box sat untouched. He stared at it for a second.
The necklace. And the bracelet.
Heâd bought it for her on their date at the mall. A peace offering after their fight that she hadnât accepted thenânot when everything between them was still jagged and raw. But things have changed since then. Softened. Or at least, he had.
Maybe she had too.
His fingers closed around the box just as the door creaked open behind him. He turnedâand there she was.
Y/N, stepping onto the balcony.
And god, she was stunning. Y/N stepped out, dressed in the short light blue dress theyâd picked together at the mall. It hugged her figure just right. She smiled, nervousness flickering behind her eyes, her hands smoothing the fabric down instinctively. Her skin caught the last of the light like sheâd stepped out of some kind of dream.
And just like that, all the thoughts heâd been trying to untangle unwrapped at once. The wanting her. Resenting the way he wanted her. Not knowing if she meant any of it. All he could think about was how beautiful she looked.
There he stood, the box held tight in his hand.
He didnât say anything at first. Just stared, hands tucked into his pockets, lips parting slightly before pressing together again. Like he didnât know what words could possibly do her justice.
âHow do I look?â she asked, gently, as if to encourage him.
Jinyoung took a deep breath, his words coming out slow, like he had to measure them carefully. âBeautiful.â
A flush crept up her neck. She looked down, lips tugging into a small smile.Â
The words hung between them, and she met his gaze for a moment, her own smile growing.Â
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The restaurant was dimly lit, all soft jazz and the clink of polished cutlery. Outside the window, the ocean stretched in endless indigo, but inside, the only thing Y/N could focus on was the way Jinyoung looked across the table from herâjacket off, sleeves rolled just enough to show his watch, eyes crinkling as he poured her another glass of wine.
It was fancier than their usual style.
She reached for her glass, brushing her thumb over the stem.Â
Jinyoung eyed her as she did this, and suddenly, all of his thoughts from earlier came to mind. And so he wanted to see. See what she would say.Â
Jinyoung set his chopsticks down with quiet intention, his voice softer than usual as he broke the gentle rhythm of their dinner.
âCan I ask you something?â
Y/N hummed in response, still mid-bite. He waited patiently, watching as she finished chewing and set her utensils aside, picking up on the shift in his tone.
âIf I wasnât⊠me,â he said finally. âIf I wasnât an actor. An idol. Do you think youâd still talk to me?â
The question landed with a quiet thud between them. Y/N blinked, her expression unreadable at first. âWhereâs that coming from?â she asked, brows drawing in slightly, almost offended.
He shrugged, but the gesture lacked his usual easeâit was slower, more deliberate, like he was bracing himself. âIt's just⊠ever since we got here⊠Iâve been having the best time. There weren't any cameras⊠well for the most part. And we were just being ourselves⊠At least I felt like these past few days I could really be myself. No one was watching. So I was wondering what life would be like if I wasnât ⊠famous?â he explained, leaning back.
She pressed her lips together.
âDo you regret it? This life?â She asked, sounding concerned.
He paused to consider the question.Â
âI donât knowâŠâ he admitted, eyeing her carefully.
In reality, he had gotten fairly used to the negatives of the career he had chosen, except in particular the effect it seemed to have on his relationships that often outweighed the benefits.Â
âIs that⊠bad?â He asked aloud.
She seemed to think over her answer before respond. âNo itâs not bad itâs just⊠I mean it makes me sad to hear you might regret itâŠâ She said, concentrating on her plate.
He titled his head, feeling as though she wanted to say more than she let on.
âButâŠ?â He asked, encouraging her to go on.
â⊠All I know is if you didnât choose this career we would have never met. And I donât know if Iâm being selfish saying this⊠but I hope you at least donât regret that part. Because I really donât.â she said aloud.
âWell when you say that, no,â he returned. âI donât regret it⊠especially not that part.â He offered, crossing his arms.Â
She seemed happier at that remark.
âI mean if it makes you feel any better - even without me being famous, we wouldâve met anyways, right?â he asked.
âWhat do you mean?â she raised her eyebrows at him.Â
âLike in another universe Iâm saying,â he continued casually.
She took a sip of her wine to consider his suggestion. âOkay, how would we meet in this parallel universe?â She asked, entertained.
âWell you know, like if I was your customer. Wouldnât we have talked?â he teased.
âWait a minute, so even in your alternate universe Iâm still a barista?â she laughed.
He smirked. âHey at least you're in it.â he replied snarky.
She laughed. âYou say all of this so casually.â she responded.
âArenât you the one who said they believe in soulmates?â Jinyoung eyed her.Â
âSo are you saying Iâm your soulmate?â she asked, a smirk playing on her face as she swirled her wine.
âWell we do have a contract, who's to say it wasnât a soul one?â he asked.
âCan I ask you something?â she asked abruptly.
Jinyoung raised an eyebrow, clearly curious, but leaned back against the couch. âAlright, hit me.â
âSince it was your companyâs idea for a fake relationship, why did you agree to it? Did you really need this for your career? Or did part of you ever want more from this?â
Jinyoung hesitated for a moment, eyes softening as he thought it over. âIt wasnât my idea. My team thought itâd help with the post-military comebackâbuild buzz, show Iâm still a draw. Relevant.â He shifted his weight, meeting her gaze.Â
âWhy did you only sign it?â he asked her, candidly.
She blinked at him, caught off guardânot by the question itself, but the way he asked it. Like he needed to know. Like her answer would matter more than she realized.
âWas it because your job was closingâŠ?â he added, hesitant.
âJinyoung, I could've gotten any part time job.â she responded, crossing her arms.
âExactly, why this?â he asked.
Y/N looked down at her hands for a second, fingers fidgeting with the edge of her napkin. Then she said, âYou want the PR-safe answer? Or the truth?â
He didnât hesitate. âThe truth.â
She took a breath.
âI signed it because it was you.â
He paused.
âNot the celebrity you⊠but you, really you. Even if you didn't end up being how I expected⊠I guess curiosity killed the cat⊠I wanted to know the real you.â
Jinyoung was quiet. Staring.
The waves outside were crashing softly in the distance, but the air between them felt stillâtoo still.
ââŠI didnât expect that,â he said, his voice low.
Y/N tilted her head. âWhat were you expecting?â
She noticed the way he was unable to respond, and knew exactly what he meant.
âWhat, you thought I'd say the money, or the clout⊠or⊠I donât know. A vacation?â she asked, slightly scoffing.
Jinyoung felt embarrassed. Called out.
âWould you be upset with me if I said yes?â he asked.
She smiled, leaning back.
âNo.â she stated confidently.
He titled his head.
âShouldn't you be mad?â he asked.
âWhy should I? Jinyoung, I hope you realize, by the time we were both sitting at that conference table a few months ago, I had known you for 5 years, and you had known me for 5 minutes. I had a pretty good idea what I was getting into, you on the other hand only knew what your PR company could tell you. So no, I donât blame you for distrusting me.â she responded confidently.
She did have a point.
Nevertheless, part of him felt slightly guilty. And stupid. Both that he ever questioned her at all.
But there was something about it that made it all the more funny which Y/N didnât realize.Â
She wasnât the only one with leverage. He did know her. For at least a year before they ever sat at that confrence table.
As Jinyoung watched her, he couldnât help but think that Y/N didnât realize the quiet irony of it allâthat in this universe too, before everything began, he already had just been another customer of hers in the coffee shop. And she did treat him like any other.
And suddenly it was as if this conversation felt fated. Because more than anything, getting this question off his chest reminded him that Y/N was herself through and through. Even now, in front of him, she was the same girl from the coffee shop, who smiled at everyone, and remembered his order by heart. He knew what he was getting himself into when he signed that contract as well.
In that moment however, he didnât want to tell her he had played his cards right too. He didnât want to ruin the satisfaction on her face.
âYouâre right, but Iâm sorry I ever doubted you to begin with.â he apologized, meeting her eyes.
She shrugged absentmindedly.
And now, sitting across from herâlistening to her speak with such unguarded sincerityâhe felt that deep, unshakable instinct heâd had from the start being quietly affirmed. He had always sensed there was something real in her, something steady beneath the surface. And maybe now, after all the questions and hesitations, it wasnât enough to simply believe it. Maybe this was his chance to show her that he did trust her. Completely. Not with words, but with something that meant more.
He swallowed hard before reaching out to display the small box.
âIâve been meaning to give you something,â he said, quieter than before, pulling out the small box as he held it out toward her.
Her eyes widened, recognition hitting her almost instantly as she took it. She didnât even have to open it to know it was the cartier bracelet & necklace from the mall. The one sheâd turned down weeks ago, right after their argument in the kitchen. She had pushed it away then, unwilling to accept something so meaningful in the heat of everything between them. But now⊠it felt different.Â
She looked up at him. âYou kept it?â
He nodded. âOf course I did.â
Her thumb brushed over the edge of the lid. âWhyâŠ?â
âIt was yours as soon as you set eyes on it, there wasnât a point in returning it.â he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. âOf course. I know it wasnât the right moment before. But I wanted to give it to you when we were in a better place.â he explained calmly.
Y/N felt a tightness in her chest. She opened the box carefully, the soft glow of the necklace inside making her breath hitch.
âAre we?â he asked unsure.
She looked up from her fingers tracing the delicate gold chains.
âI think so.â she smiled.
Y/Nâs eyes flicked to him, searching for something in his face. She saw sincerity thereâsomething raw that made her heart ache a little. âCan you put it on me?â she asked unsure.
âOf course,â he responded. He stepped behind her then, his hands moving her hair over her shoulder gently as he brought the necklace around her. The small charm rested gently against her collarbone, the weight of it surprisingly comforting. Her fingers instinctively went to it, grazing it tenderly, as if making sure it was real.
She turned toward him again, and the quiet intensity in his gaze made her pulse quicken. He then tenderally put on the bracelet on her wrist.
âIt looks beautiful on you,â he commented, looking up at her.
âThank you,â she replied, the words feeling too big to say, her fingers still resting on the charm.
âYouâre welcome.â he replied, a beat of silence stretched between them.
âReady?â he asked, his voice steady now.
She nodded again, giving the necklace one last touch, as if to assure herself it was real. âLetâs go,â he said softly, leading her out of the restaurant by her hand.
Staring at her out of the corner of his eye now, he couldnât help but notice how beautiful she looked, and in that moment he realized he lied. He still did have one regret.Â
He wished he couldâve gone back, and actually went up to her, pulled his mask down, and asked for her number. Then, they wouldnât be sitting here as a job, but as a couple.Â
-
The night was still young as Jinyoung and Y/N wandered the quiet streets, hand in hand, sharing dessert after dinner. The cool breeze carried the faint scent of the sea, the occasional sounds of laughter or music drifting from somewhere in the distance. Y/N nibbled on her tanghulu, the glossy, sugar-coated strawberries catching the light with each bite. Jinyoung stole glances at her in between steps, his fingers laced with hers, savoring the calm and closeness of the moment.
It felt easy with her. Natural. Like the rest of the world had faded out. It was addicting this feeling.Â
His phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking through the quiet spell they were under. With a soft sigh, Jinyoung tugged her gently toward a low stone wall overlooking the ocean, guiding her between his legs as he sat down. He picked up the phone with one hand, the other settled naturally at her waist, his thumb brushing her side in soft, thoughtless circles.
âHang on,â he murmured, glancing at the screen.Â
Yugyeom.
He answered, voice casual. âYo.â
âHyung!â Yugyeomâs voice came through, loud and energized. âWeâre in Jeju. Me, Mark, Jackson. We got a section at a club tonight. You and Y/N should comeâitâll be fun!â
Jinyoung let out a small, amused sigh, his eyes darting to Y/N as she tilted her head, curious of what was being said.
âI can already hear the regret in your voice,â Yugyeom teased on the other end.
Jinyoung chuckled softly. Y/N held up a strawberry to his mouth. He flashed his eyebrows at her as if to say thank you before taking a bite.
âYouâre seriously eating right now?â Yugyeom asked, incredulous.
âIâm multitasking,â Jinyoung replied coolly, still looking at Y/N in front of him.
âWhat do you think?â he mouthed silently to her, already knowing sheâd be fine for whatever they decided. They were in Jeju for the experience, after all.
She shrugged with a smile, suggesting sheâd be okay with going.
âWhatâs the name of it?â he asked while keeping his eyes on Y/Nâs.
-
The club pulsed with life, its neon signs casting a glow that cut through the night like a beacon. Outside, the line of people wrapped around the buildingâheels clicking against pavement, laughter spilling into the cool air, everyone dressed for attention. Music throbbed from within, the bass heavy and intoxicating even before the doors opened.
Jinyoung and Y/N approached hand in hand, her fingers warm against his palm. As they neared the velvet rope, heads began to turn. A bouncer, eyes scanning the crowd, spotted Jinyoung and immediately stepped aside, unhooking the rope without a word.
Y/N blinked. âThat was⊠fast.â
Jinyoung gave a small smile but said nothing, gently placing a hand on her lower back to guide her in. The line outside stirred with curiosity, some recognizing them, others just aware that someone important had walked in without waiting.
Inside, the music hit them full forceâbass vibrating through the floor, lights strobing across walls and faces. The air was thick with perfume, sweat, and smoke machines. People danced in clusters, drinks raised high, a blur of movement and color.
As they moved deeper into the club, Jinyoungâs eyes adjusted to the chaos. It had been a long time since heâd set foot in a place like this. Not since the early daysâthose late trainee nights when he and the guys would sneak out after practice, adrenaline still in their veins, chasing the rush of being young and unstoppable. Back then, clubs had been part of the ritual. A release. A reward.
But that version of life had faded. He didnât miss it. Not really. It wasnât his scene anymore. This loud, restless energy belonged to Jackson and Yugyeom now. Mark had always been more his paceâquieter, watchful. Still waters, steady company.
They wove through the crowd, Y/N staying close beside him. At one point, she leaned in, voice barely audible over the music.
âItâs louder than I thought,â she said, lips brushing near his ear.
Jinyoungâs hand remained at her waist, protective without being possessive. âYou were expecting a library?â he teased, earning a grin from her.
The staff ushered them past a few more velvet ropes, and soon they reached the private section tucked toward the backâslightly elevated, with plush couches, low tables, and bottles already chilling in ice. The lighting was softer here, casting a golden glow over the people lounging in it.
Jackson was already up, dancing with a drink in one hand, the other arm slung easily around Markâs shoulders like they hadnât seen each other in years.Â
Yugyeom, already moving to the music, spotted them first. He grinned wide and threw his arms in the air. âYou made it!â
Jinyoung shook his head faintly, half in amusement, half in surrender. He helped Y/N step up into the section, his hand never leaving her side.
Whatever the night brought, one thing was certainâit was going to be a night they wouldnât forget.
-
After greeting everyone, they settled into the section, a shift in the atmosphere began to take hold. The group settled into their spots, but Jinyoung found his gaze lingering on Y/N. The way her lips curved into a smile when she glanced around at the club made his chest tighten. She looked different hereâmore at ease, more real, and yet there was something magnetic about her that he couldnât quite look away from.
Y/N noticed his eyes on her and raised an eyebrow playfully. âWhat?â
Jinyoung smirked, the edge of his lip curling up in that teasing way she was beginning to recognize too well. He rose to his feet smoothly and extended a hand toward her, palm open and waiting. âWant to dance?â
Y/N raised a brow, intrigued. âYou sure?â she asked, already placing her hand in his.
âCould be fun,â he said, his voice low and steady, tinged with a kind of quiet confidence that made her pulse flicker. The way he was looking at herâit felt like more than just a casual offer. More like a dare wrapped in a slow smile.
âIâm just asking because I donât think youâd be able to handle me,â she teased, eyes glinting as she squeezed his hand.
âYou wanna bet?â he countered as he leaned into her ear, lowering his voice even more.
Her laugh was soft but surprised, and maybe a little breathless. âOkay, fine. Show me.â she stated.
With that, he took her by the hand and led her into the crowd. The closer they got to the dance floor, the more the music swallowed themâthe bass vibrating through the floor, through her chest.
Once they hit the center of the crowd, Jinyoung turned toward her, letting his hands rest at her upper back as she shifted into rhythm with the beat. She was facing him now, closeâso close their chests almost brushed when they moved. After a moment, Y/N placed her hands over his, causing Jinyoung to tense, but he let her guide them down lower, to her hips. Jinyoung was surprised but he didnât refuse.
His hands were warm, the pressure on her hips just enough to keep her anchored to him. With the crowd pressing in around them, their bodies naturally gravitated even closer, hips swaying in time. Y/N felt his fingers flex against her, trailing subtly along the curve of her sides, thumbs brushing lightly over the front of her.
She glanced up at him and caught him watching herâhis gaze was intense, dark and focused, like she had all of his attention and he didnât want to look away. She tensed at the sight, which Jinyoung noticed.
He leaned in, breath grazing the shell of her ear. âYou okay?â
The words were gentle. âYeah,â she murmured, though it came out thinner than sheâd meant.
As Jinyoung looked down at her, he was unconvinced. She looked shy almost at their proximity. Unsure of herself.
âWhat's wrong?â he asked her.
She looked around, avoiding eye contact. âPeople are probably watching.â she commented.
âLet them.â he responded confidently, his hand smoothed up her spine. He pulled her tighter, their bodies nearly flush now. It felt dangerous. Not because of what they were doingâbut because of how easy it was to fall into it.
The world around them blurred, the music muffled beneath the rising rush in her ears. It felt real. His hands, his eyes, the way he moved with her like theyâd done this beforeâlike theyâd always done this.
For a moment, she hesitatedâbut then, in a bold move, Y/N turned her back to Jinyoungâs chest now, her ass lined in front of his crotch. And she didnât know if she did this so she could breathe better, but doing this didnât really help because as she moved her hips slowly to the rhythm she forgot how to breathe. By this point she could feel everything about him behind her, and as she tilted her head back against his collarbone she practically moaned how much she liked the sensation.
His hand found her hip bones again, guiding her into him like heâd done it a hundred times before.
Jinyoung dipped his head slightly, his breath brushing the shell of her ear. He didnât say anything, but she could feel the restraint in his body behind hers, the way his fingers tightened slightly on her hip as she swayed.
âThe necklace looks good on you,â he commented, gently lifting his hand to grab onto it.
It was getting really hard for her to concentrate with the feeling of him against her.Â
âWhat else looks good on me?â she asked, tilting her head back.
âYour dressâŠâ he said into her ear, tightening his hold on her hip.
She hummed in agreement.
âBoth things you bought,â she laughed.
âYou can get whatever you want.â he replied in her ear.
He sounded so sexy like that. Whatever she wanted? A list started to form in her head, some including things they couldnât do right here and now, unless they didâŠ
She wanted to moan again, not only because of how they were positioned, but because it was more apparent now more than ever that he was the talk-you-through-it type.
âJinyoung.â she called, sounding more whiny than she intended.Â
âYes?,â he murmured, voice soft, breath caught.
âI wantââ she began.
Jinyoungâs hand slid a little higher on her waist, holding her still.
His voice was rougher now, quieterâjust for her. âWhat do you want?â he asked. Â
Y/N froze, her mouth parting as she tilted her face toward his. The moment stretched, suspended.Â
The way he was looking down at her, then to her lips, a lot of things she wanted came to mind. First and foremost, probably, was to kiss him. And if she didnât know any better, the look in his eye almost told her he wanted the same.Â
âJust tell me Y/N.â he practically begged.
Every look, every touch, every unreadable glance had been building to this. They were so close the way she had her head against his collarbone, she could if she just leaned up and closed the gap. And she couldâve swore he had leaned in, ever so slightly, almost to tempt her.
But then, just barely, she tilted her head back forward, realizing where she was.
âI want to go back,â she whispered.
She practically wanted to punch herself for saying that, because in reality, it was far from what she actually wanted.
The words hung in the air for a beat, even as her body didnât move right away. Jinyoung nodded politely as he backed up from her. âLead the way.â
The music felt muffled now as they weaved through the crowd, Y/N leading the way, biting her lip, wondering if she made a mistake. Jinyoung followed close behind, with his hands at her waist.
As they moved through the crowd back to their section, his eyes lingered on her. But she didnât look back. It was almost as if he could still feel the ghost of her body against his, the warmth of her voice when she almost said itâI want⊠Something about it was telling him that's not really what she meant to say. And still, he found himself slightly annoyed.
If he didnât know any better they were about to kiss, and yet at the last second she changed her mind.
It was frustrating.
Back at their section, the others were still laughing and sipping drinks, the energy of the night in full swing. Jackson perked up when he saw Y/N returning and immediately made space for her beside him.
âHey, there you are,â he said, throwing an arm casually over the back of the couch behind her shoulders. âYou were gone for a while. What, Jinyoung finally agreed to dance?â
Y/N chuckled, sliding in beside him. âMiracles happen.â
Jinyoung left her to talk with Jackson as he sat in the less crowded part of the section. He sat down stiffly, a few feet away, drink in hand as if to anchor him.
Naturally, his eyes wandered to the way Jacksonâs hand resting on her shoulder, his easy smile never leaving his face. Y/N was laughingâgenuinely laughingâand for a moment, it felt like a weight settled into Jinyoungâs chest. He couldnât pinpoint it, but something about the closeness, the way Jackson was hovering over her, made his blood simmer. Jackson leaned in when he spoke to her. She didnât even seem to notice. But he did.
He watched her from across the section. She was hot and cold, and it was driving him crazy.
One minute, she was looking at him like she wanted to kiss him breathless. The next, she dropped the moment altogether saying she wanted to return to the section. And for what? For Jackson?
Jinyoungâs jaw tightened at the thought. He couldnât understand her. Was this on purpose? Was she toying with him right now? Was she trying to make a point?
Almost telepathically, she glanced over at him then, catching his eye across the space. Her smile softenedâjust for a secondâand Jinyoung felt that same frustrating pull in his chest.
He looked away first.
Where Jinyoung typically was calm and controlled, Jackson was chaotic with energy, especially in a setting like this. He was known for being the life of the party. Jackson had this way of making everyone feel like they were the most important person in the room, and it bothered him more than he cared to admit. Jinyoung couldnât help but feel a twinge of discomfort at how easy she laughed with him. Jackson was a natural charmer, and right now, he was giving all his attention to her like she was the only one in the room.Â
Mark noticed Jinyoungâs stiff posture and raised an eyebrow. âYou good, man?â
Jinyoungâs gaze never left Jackson and Y/N. âYeah,â he replied curtly, but there was an edge to his voice that Mark immediately caught onto.
"Really? Because you look like you're about to strangle someone," Mark teased lightly, but Jinyoungâs lips pressed into a thin line.
"Why does he have to act like that?" Jinyoung asked aloud.
Mark followed Jinyoungâs gaze to the bar where Jackson was still leaning in a little too closely to Y/N. âThatâs just how Jackson is when heâs partying man. You know that."
âI know,â Jinyoung muttered, âBut it doesnât make it any less annoying.â
In reality, Jinyoung knew he wasnât really mad at his friend for whatever he was feeling, no, he was mad at something else entirely.
Y/N caught sight of Jinyoungâs gaze. She could tell something was off, but she didnât understand why. It had been a fun nightâuntil now. She excused herself from Jackson and made her way toward Jinyoung, feeling a sudden tension hanging between them.
When she reached him, her brow furrowed. âYouâre glaring.â she smirked, finding it amusing.
Jinyoung glanced up at her, his expression unreadable. âIâm not glaring.â
Y/N raised an eyebrow. âYou are.âÂ
He didnât say anything, he just took a sip from his glass.
Y/N hesitated, then tried to lighten the mood. âWant to go dance again?â she asked, pulling on his hand.
Jinyoungâs response was cool, detached. âIâm not in the mood.â
Y/Nâs eyes softened slightly, dropping his hand and crossing her arms. âJinyoung we were fine just a minute ago, what changed?â she asked in disbelief.
âAsk Jackson.â he muttered shortly before sipping from his drink.
âYouâre ridiculous,â she muttered, then turned to walk away. But before she could leave, Jinyoung grabbed her wrist lightly.
âWhere are you going?â he asked, his voice softer now.
Y/N sighed. âWherever's away from you.â she snipped.
Jinyoung blinked, his heart pounding at her words. He didnât know why, but hearing that cut through the tension in his chest like a knife. She turned away again, this time with no hesitation, leaving Jinyoung alone.
He watched her disappear into the crowd, the flash of her silhouette vanishing between shadows and neon.Â
His heart was still racing, but now for a different reason. The taste of regret hit fast and bitter. Why did he do that? Why had he been so cold to herâbecause of Jackson? Because of some harmless touch and a laugh?
An annoyance simmered in him as he watched her walk away. So she could just do whatever she wanted but the second Jinyoung had something to say about it she looked at him like she couldnât understand why? And the way she left without waiting for an answer? Like she was the one who had enough?
It was frustratingâbecause just hours ago, his biggest fears regarding their relationship had finally been put to rest - or at least so he thought. Sheâd told him, in no uncertain terms, that she hadnât agreed to this just for convenience or clout. But then seeing her pull away like this, after coming so close, so suddenly, so instinctively, reopened a completely different wound he didnât even realize existed.
Maybe Sihoon had a point. Maybe Y/N didnât sign for money or for fame. And sure, maybe she really did sign to learn the real him. But what if it was too messy, too complicated, too much for her to actually deal with? He wasnât just some fantasy or idol version anymoreâhe was just him. And maybe thatâs what she was walking away from.
Mark slid back into the booth beside him, his brow raised in confusion. âWhat was that about?â
Jinyoung didnât answer right away. He pressed his palms into his face, then dragged them down slowly, trying to will away the tightness in his chest. âI swear to god, that girl is gonna drive me crazy.â
Mark gave him a look but didnât press. Jinyoung wasnât even sure he could explain it if he tried. He sat there for another beat, his jaw tense, trying to convince himself to stay put. Let it go. Let her go.
But he couldnât.
The thought of her walking awayâit gnawed at him like a dull knife, slow and relentless. And underneath that, something else coiled tight in his chest: fear.Â
Should he stay or should he go?
His hands curled into fists, then released. Without another word, he got to his feet and stepped out of the booth. He didnât owe her anything. Thatâs what he told himself. But his legs were already moving.
He pushed through the crowd, weaving past bodies and lights and strangers, his heart pounding louder with every step. His eyes scanned the back of the club, searchingâand then he saw her.
Y/N.
She was leaning against the wall, banging on seemingly the bathroom door as she was being tortured by someone whilst she waited. A guyâtall, leanâ seemed to take this as an opportunity, leaning down enough to make Jinyoungâs stomach twist, clearly talking to her. She stood there, straight face, trying to ignore the guy.
Jinyoung stopped for half a second. This wasnât his girlfriend.
âThat dress looks amazing on you.â he overheard from the guy.
Y/N didnât even offer a smile. âI have a boyfriend.â she stated loud enough for him to overhear.
For a second he was almost proud.
âWhere is he then?â the guy teased, touching her arm. That's what caused it.
Something inside Jinyoung snapped.
He didnât think. He didnât plan.
He just moved.
Jinyoung immediately pulled him by the collar, forcing him to let go of his grip on Y/Nâs arm, providing the answer to his question.Â
Y/N seeing Jinyoung was slightly relieved, but at the same time, noticing his body language, another part of her worried about what was going to happen next.
The guyâs eyes darted between Jinyoung and Y/N. âAre you the boyfriend?â the man asked, entertained.
Jinyoung sighed, clearly irritated. âWhy do people always ask me thatâŠ?â he asked out loud.
âIn that case you should really be careful, your girlfriend likes atten-â before the guy could even finish the sentence, Jinyoungâs fist connected with his face.
Calm, composed Jinyoungâwho could pass for a pacifist on any other dayâhad a guy slammed against the wall. It all happened in a blur. A crash of movement, fists, a thud against the wall. Y/Nâs heart hammered in her chest, frozen in disbelief.Â
Before she could do anything, a pair of security guards pushed through the crowd and wedged themselves between the two men. They yanked the other guy back first, then grabbed hold of Jinyoung, who was still breathing hard, chest rising and falling like heâd just come off stage.
Y/N stared at him in disbelief. She couldnât tell if she was more stunned by what heâd doneâor by how much of it had been for her.
-
The car ride back was filled with the kind of stunned laughter that only came after chaos.
âHyung, I haven't seen you like that in years,â Yugyeom said from the driverâs seat, shaking his head.
Jackson was practically vibrating with secondhand energy in the passenger seat. âI mean really, this certified crashout came out of retirement. Been waiting to see that comeback since 2017.â he said before they all shared a laugh, all being everyone but Y/N and Jinyoung who sat in the backseat quietly.
Mark, who was also sitting in the back seat next to Y/N, glanced over at Jinyoung. His knuckles were raw, and his breathing was still uneven. He wasnât sure if it was from the fight or from watching her walk away right before it.
Mark let out a low whistle. âGood thing it happened so fast. No one even had time to pull out their phones.â
âAnd we handled the rest,â Yugyeom added, glancing at them in the rearview. âPaid the club for the security footage. Youâre clean. This oneâs just for us.â he said holding up what seemed to be an sd card.
Mark turned around, deadpan. âYouâre welcome, by the way. Next time you swing on someone, give us a heads-up warning.â
As the car pulled up to the house, the energy shifted slightlyâstill buzzing, but tinged now with concern. Yugyeom cut the engine.
All three guys stepped out, following Jinyoung and Y/N to the front door.
Jackson clapped Jinyoung on the back. âYou good?â
Jinyoung nodded once.
Mark gave Y/N a meaningful look. âPatch him up, yeah?â.
She nodded in response.
Jackson leaned toward Y/N, voice mock-serious. âYouâve got your hands full. Good luck with this one.â
âDonât kill him please.â Yugyeom grinned at Y/N.
âIâll tryâ she muttered, giving Jinyoung a look.
They all exchanged goodnights as Y/N unlocked the door and stepped inside the house, without looking back. Jinyoung on the other hand flashed a knowing look to his friends, as they returned the same. Then, he walked into the home awaiting the inevitable, and clicked the door and shut behind. His friends lingered just long enough outside the door to make sure the two of them were safely inside, voices already teasing just outside the door, before heading back toward the car. And just like that, Y/N and Jinyoung were alone.Â
Jinyoung felt like coming home after a bad report card.
Inside the Jeju homestay, the soft hum of the house was a stark contrast to the chaos of the club they'd just left.
âGo get changed and then come to my roomâ she muttered frustrated before walking ahead in the direction of her bedroom without giving him a second glance.
-
Jinyoung pulled the black shirt over his head, the fabric catching briefly on the cut near his collarbone before settling against his skin. He hissed through his teethâmore from anticipation than pain. The sting wasnât nearly as sharp as the scolding he was probably about to receive.
Sweatpants came next, loose and comfortable, but they did nothing to ease the tension coiled in his chest. As he padded quietly down the hallway, the low light of the apartment cast soft shadows along the floor. Each step brought a deeper awareness of how stupid he feltâhow much he dreaded the look she was going to give him.
He paused at her bedroom door, exhaling once through his nose, then knocked.
A beat passed before it opened.
Y/N stood there, already changed into her pajamasâa loose, oversized t-shirt and cotton shorts that somehow made her look even more unapproachable at that moment. Her expression wasnât angry, not exactly. Just cool. Controlled. The kind of quiet that made Jinyoung shift his weight and brace himself for impact.
Her eyes scanned him brieflyâthe fresh shirt, the slight swelling on his cheek, the red scrape at his knuckles.
She stepped aside without a word, and he stepped in. The air between them was heavy, taut with things unsaid. But he didnât flinch. He just walked in, ready for whatever came next.
She walked into her bathroom as Jinyoung followed.
Jinyoung stood awkwardly in the bathroom with her, waiting for further instruction.
âSit down.â she stated without looking at him, focused on grabbing first aid supplies from the bathroom and walking back to him.Â
He watched her unsure as he lifted himself to sit on her bathroom counter. For some reason he felt anxious. She didn't say anything at firstâthere was no need for words. She just needed to focus on patching him up, keeping her hands steady as she cleaned the cut on his lip.
Then, finally, she turned her attention to him. Her eyes flashed over his for a second before concentrating on his eyebrow where there was only a slight cut. She shouldâve seen the other guy.Â
Wordlessly, her hands were gentle but efficient as she worked.Â
Jinyoung winced slightly as she dabbed the antiseptic q-tip on his eyebrow, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he let her do her thing in silence, his gaze softened in a way she hadnât seen before. The tension from the club, the adrenaline still pumping through him, was slowly fading as he let her tend to him.
Then she moved onto his hand, taking another q-tip to it and then applying and band-aid over.
She noticed out of the corner of her eyes as she worked the way he was looking at her, with those puppy dog eyes of his.
âWhat is it, Jinyoung?â she asked with a sigh, forcing herself to open the can of worms that awaited her.
âIâm sorry,â he finally murmured, his voice low, his eyes focused on her hands as they worked. âI didnât mean for it to escalate like that.â
Y/N glanced up, her eyes meeting him finally. In doing so, she noticed how vulnerable he looked, sitting there, letting her patch him up like this. It was a side of him she hadn't really seen beforeânot his teasing, holier-than-thou persona. Just Jinyoung. Hurt Jinyoung.
âYou didnât have to do that,â she said finally, her voice low but edged, focusing back on his hand.
Jinyoung titled his head. âHe was bothering you.â
âAnd you got into a fight, Jinyoung,â she shot back, heat rising in her chest now. âIn front of everyone. Were you even thinking about that?â
Jinyoung let out a short, humorless laugh and turned to face her fully, eyes narrowing like heâd been waiting for that excuse. âIs that all youâre worried about? The PR?â
Y/N looked around the bathroom, baffled, like she'd missed a step in the conversation.
âAm I the only one? That couldâve been really bad for you Jinyoung,â she stated, tone sharper now.
âYou mean bad for you?â he asked.
âExcuse me?â she scoffed, a warning note in her voice. âWhatever you have to say, say it now.â she ordered, crossing her arms.
They stared at each other for a moment, a lot unsaid that was about to be unpacked, Jinyoung wondering if he should just get it off his chest.
âFine. Do you always act like that?â he asked, tone quieter nowâlow and dangerous, sharp enough to cut through her composure.
She blinked. âLike what?â
âOh please, drop the innocent act, you know what I mean.â
âNo, I really donât Jinyoung, enlighten me.â
He exhaled shortly through his nose. âEverything about today. Feeding me. Dancing on me. Touching me⊠kissing me.â he said, the last part with more fragility.
She swallowed. Hard. âIsnât that what Iâm supposed to do? Isnât that what girlfriends do?â
His eyes flashedâsomething electric sparking behind them. âI donât knowâis this how you used to be with your ex?â he asked.
The smirk on her face vanished like it had been slapped away.
âWhere the hell is this coming from?â she furrowed her eyebrows, voice brittle.
He let out another humorless laugh, the sound colder this time. âI just think itâs convenient how you know exactly how to play the perfect girlfriend when the cameras are on. So much so I have to wonder where you learned it from.â
âIâm confused. Isnât this my job?â she scoffed, tension buzzing in her jaw.
âYeah. And youâre a little too good at itâ he returned shortly.
Oh?
âI meanâit really works. Everyone watching probably thinks Iâm actually the luckiest guy in the world.â he scoffed.
âSo thatâs a bad thing??? Youâd prefer I donât do any of those things? Donât act like your girlfriend at all, is that it?â
âI do,â he said, voice rough, fraying. âAnd thatâs the problem.â
Her stomach flippedâhard.
âWhat I donât prefer is when you know what youâre doing to me and then you just walk away like it means nothing to you. Like it's just for show.â He stared at her like she was a riddle he couldn't solve, jaw tight, like saying it out loud had cost him something.
âJinyoungâŠâ she said lightly, eyes taking in how vulnerable he looked.
âIs this some kind of sick game to you?â he asked in disbelief.
âWhat are you talking about!?â she whined, looking him in his eyes.
Swiftly, he hopped off the counter, leading her to back up against the bathroom door.
âYou told me today you signed the contract because you wanted to see the real me, and I get the impression curiosity killed the cat.â his eyes jaded.
She was at a loss for words as her back pressed against the door,
âOne minute weâre dancing, youâre in my ear telling me what you want. Next minute you completely ignore my existence. One minute youâre all over me, next youâre making a comment about your ex. Do you really need these games so you donât get bored of me Y/N?â he asked.
There it was. A flash of something deeper. Not just irritation. Not just confusion. Frustrationâfierce and messy. Jealousy, raw and unspoken.
âNo Jinyoung,â she replied, practically whining a the sight of him sounding jealous, bothered. Whether from shock or something more dangerous, the corner of her lips curved up.
Her gaze lifted to hisâbig, unguarded, and shimmering with something she didnât dare name. It lingered on his mouth for a heartbeat too long before flicking back to his eyes.
He noticed this, furrowing his eyebrows. âIs this funny to you?â he asked, voice low and incredulous. âActing like you want me in front of everyone and then pretending it doesnât mean anything in private?â
She tried to suppress her smileâtriedâbecause he sounded exactly like her from the beginning. And now, watching him unravel like this, the shift in power, the rawness of itâit was intoxicating.
âIs this what you used to do to all the others, is that why youâre so good at it?â he asked, frustrated.
His eyes dropped to her lips, receiving his answer then darted away like he was furious with himself for even looking. Y/N noticed this, and her stomach dropped in guilt.
âSo it is,â he muttered, reaching for the bathroom door handle.
Swiftly, she pressed her back against the door, shutting it again with her weight, never breaking eye contact.
Her fingers reached outâslow, deliberateâto grab the bottom of his shirt, grounding them in the moment. âNo, it's not.â she replied trying to reassure him/
âToo lateâ he muttered, reaching for the door handle again.
She clung tighter to his shirt she had balled up in her hand, trying to get his attention.
âYouâre not my exâs, Jinyoung. And youâre not a toy.â she barely got out.
âThen donât treat me like I am,â he bit back, voice like gravel.
âOkay,â she murmured, gentle and sure. âI wonât.â
They stared at each other, the silence stretching like a wire between them, humming with tension. Y/Nâs hand still gripped his shirt, holding onto him like a lifeline, while Jinyoungâs expression finallyâfinallyâbegan to soften.
âAre you sorry?â he asked, voice barely above a whisper, a dare wrapped in vulnerability.
âYes,â she said, heart thudding in her ears. âIâm sorry,â she repeated, more breath than sound.
âHow sorry?â he asked, his eyes unreadable, dark with something he hadnât said yet.
He stepped in closer, close enough that her breath caught. The space between them charged, electric.
âReally sorry,â she replied softly.
âYou still thinking about them?â he asked. âOr are you gonna focus on me now?â
âI am focused on you,â she breathed.
He tilted his head slightly, gaze locked on hers. âConvince me then.â
She held his gaze, not blinking. âHow?â
His voice dropped, a quiet burn. âShow me how youâd treat me. If I was really your boyfriend.â
Hearing this, something in her snapped. She grabbed him by the collar and kissed him like she meant itâno teasing, no games. Her mouth was urgent, hungry, and he gave in with a low growl, hands pressing her back to the bathroom door, his body crowding hers, hands sliding along her waist like he couldnât decide whether to hold her tighter or slow himself down
She gasped into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, fingers threading into his hair. His hand slid up her spine, stopping just beneath her jaw as he tilted her head and took moreâlike he needed to make up for every second heâd held back.Â
When he finally pulled away ever so slightly, breath ragged, he stared down at her mouth.
âGood girl,â he murmured, voice like velvet.
And she swore she could feel those words all the way down to her knees.
They stood there for a beat, breathless, bodies still pressed close. Her hands remained fisted in his shirt, and he made no move to step away.
Then Jinyoung leaned in again, brushing his lips over hersâslower this time, savoring her, like he didnât want the moment to end. It was less about fire now and more about wanting to feel her, to keep her near.
She pulled back just enough to look at him. His lips were pink, slightly swollen. His hair is a little messy from her hands. And his eyesâGod, his eyesâlooked at her like she was the only thing he needed.
âJinyoungâŠâ she said, breaking the kiss. He looked down at her. âStay with me tonight,â she suggested.
He raised his eyebrows at this suggestion. But as if to answer, their mouths met againâhot, breathless, dizzy. He kissed her like heâd been waiting forever, like he didnât know if heâd get the chance again.
She tugged at his collar, deepening the kiss until they were both gasping between the contact, mouths barely parting before crashing back together.
Then she pulled back, just enough to look at him.
Her fingers curled around his wrist as she stepped away from the door, guiding him across the room. He followed without hesitation, eyes dark, chest rising and falling like heâd just run a mile.
She reached the edge of the bed and turned to face him again before pushing him back onto it. Neither of them spoke. They didnât need to.
They sank down together, the mattress dipping beneath their weight. Her knees on either side of his thighs, his hands on her back, mouths meeting again and again like they didnât know how to stop.
Still breathing hard, he let his thumb brush along her jaw, then kissed her againâslower now, but still with that same ache simmering just beneath the surface.
His hand found hers, fingers lacing through as he gave a gentle tug, guiding her down to lay on him.
She followed without a word.
He pulled her into him, her head instinctively resting on his chest. It wasnât a question anymoreâwhat this was, what they were doing. They didnât even want to acknowledge it. Not tonight.
He rested his chin against her head for a long moment, eyes half-lidded, voice hushed. âIâm sorry about the fight.â he sighed.Â
She looked up at him, thumb absently brushing the line of his ribs. âDonât let it happen again.â she responded.
Then she nestled into the crook of his neck, one arm slung around his waist. He held her tighter after that, their legs tangling, his palm splayed against the small of her back like he didnât want to let her go. It went unsaid that they didnât have to do anymore than just this. And in the quiet hum of the room, breaths slowing, hearts steadying, they stayed like that.
Until sleep took them.
AN* THIS CHAPTER WAS VERY HORNY I'M SORRY - PLEASE COME BACK NEXT WEEK TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS FROM HERE ;). Yall are really so funny in the comments, I keep on finding myself asking "oh my gosh people actually are interested in the story? They're worried whats gonna happen next????", and then I remember you guys are reading each chapter for the first time whereas I keep editting it to the point where its boring for me to read, and I also know what I have planned out for each chapter ahead of time ahahahaha, but guys the miscommunication they're having and underlying tensions is for the dramatic flair as you can see, it'll all be worth it in the end!
For water. Our tap water is shit, well more like fucking BLOOD. So high in iron, it's safe but tastes so bad. I'm not a vampire for fucks sake. It taste better after boiling but still bad.
I just long for a refreshing cold glass of water, is that so hard?! I always forget to buy bottled water because why the fuck would I buy water if I have it at home for a fraction of the price?
Anyway I am THIRSTY. BRO I AM DOWN BAD FOR HYDRATION. I just want to jug down 0,5L easily. I usually drink so much, but not at home and it shows cuz I am dizzy all the fucking time. Give me that water and electrolytes đ€€
pairing: stepbrother! lee jeno x fem reader
genre + wc: smut / enemies to lovers-ish | 17k+
summary: your stepbrother suddenly starts acting a bit different after fixing your laptop, and you wonder if it has anything to do with the endless posts youâve made about wanting him to fuck you brainless.
content warning: stepcest, voyeurism, masturbation, cheating, smoking and brief mentions of drug use, unprotected sex, hard dom jeno, oral (fem receiving), face riding weee, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, jeno is a bit mean (but like in a hot way), lmk if i missed any!
a/n: havenât written for jeno in soooo long and my body needed it. also, beatbox era jeno still has me in a chokehold, so i imagined him looking exactly like that while writing this. that mullet-undercut combo was LETHAL i need him to reheat his own nachos expeditiously. also the lowercase is back too, i'm still trying to figure out if i like this more lol ps: if u catch the twilight reference youâll get a kiss from me :p
jeno stomped into your room, hands shoved deep into his hoodie pocket, jaw tight with irritation. your voice still echoed in his head.
âfix my laptop and i wonât tell your dad youâve been skipping almost every class since the semester started.â
fix it? he wasnât a damn IT guy. and how the hell did you even know heâd been skipping? what were you, a stalker?
seriously, it wasnât his fault you couldnât take care of your stuff. and why couldnât you just take the damn thing to a repair shop?
âi need it for college work,â youâd said.
yeah, right. like he didnât hear you at night. his room was right next to yours, and those walls were way too thin. not only were you loud, but you also needed headphones, because he could hear exactly what kind of videos you watched.
he exhaled sharply through his nose, stepping up to your desk. the laptop sat there, taunting him in its sickly sweet pink case covered in hello kitty stickers.
âgod, what a child,â he muttered, dragging a hand down his face before plopping onto your chair. the cushion was still warm from you sitting there earlier. he flipped the laptop open, and a password prompt appeared.
he tried your birthday first. denied.
with a sigh, he scanned your desk. you were forgetful, he was sure you had the password written somewhere. his eyes landed on a cluster of polaroids, mostly of you and your boyfriend. he grabbed one and flipped it over. sure enough, there was a scribbled note in your messy handwriting.
âhappy anniversary, my baby â€ïžâ and a date.
jeno scoffed but typed it in anyway. the screen unlocked with a soft chime.
the moment your desktop loaded, he was met with a picture of you sprawled out on a beach towel, skin sun-kissed, in a tiny white bikini that barely covered anything. jeno swallowed.
several seconds passed before he snapped himself out of it, shaking his head and forcing his attention elsewhere.
your laptop was a disaster. it was clogged with files, random downloads, and so many pop-ups it was a miracle the thing still functioned. he clicked around, deleting error files and clearing out junk.
then a notification popped up from a browser window that was open in the background.
he opened the tab out of habit, not expecting anything interesting, but then the page loaded and he had to blink twice to make sure he was seeing right.
it was a blog called âhorny antidotes.â
"what the hell is this?" he snorted.
he scrolled, thumb hovering before tapping on a section labeled confessions. a list of posts loaded, the oldest ones stretching back to the beginning of last year. against his better judgment, he clicked the most recent entries.
i tried it again tonight. used my fingers since the new toys i got donât really feel good either. i think my boyfriendâs starting to suspect something. itâs kinda weird that i barely get wet when he touches me (â„_â„) we even try watching porn together, but it does nothing for me. we just scroll through hundreds of videos and i feel nothing, while he gets hard so easily. so i end up sucking him off.
jenoâs brows lifted. jesus.
i get more turned on looking at pictures of LJN. but i canât touch myself to him⊠it feels wrong. so i gotta find an alternative. any tips? (>ĐŽ<)
LJN?
his lips parted. those were initials. your boyfriendâs? no⊠his.
L. J. N.
lee jeno.
his pulse jumped. before he could think better of it, his fingers typed LJN into the blogâs search bar.
hundreds of posts popped up.
he let out a soft, disbelieving laugh.
no fucking way.
today LJN helped me with my homework. he looked like he hated every second of it. it was hard to focus when he sat so close⊠his cologne makes me feel so⊠hot (/Ï).
jeno dragged a hand down his face. heâs not imagining all this? right?
my boyfriend and i broke up again (kinda) (ÎŒ_ÎŒ). same reason as always⊠our sex life sucks. he thinks iâm not into him, but thatâs not true. he tries⊠i just⊠anyway, LJN knocked on my door today. he was only wearing a towel. i almost dropped to my knees right there and then. how does someone get abs like that? god, those arms⊠veiny and strong⊠maybe i should call my boyfriend and try againâŠ
a slow smirk stretched across jenoâs lips. so your boyfriend canât get you off, but i make you wet that easily? he thought.
his gaze drifted to your bed. the sheets were a tangled mess, barely clinging to the mattress. did you write that post after touching yourself last night? thinking about him?
he exhaled through his nose, head shaking like he couldnât believe it. but god, his stomach clenched at the thought of you squirming with his name in your head.
sure, he knew people found him attractive. girls threw themselves at him all the time. but you? who argued with him over stupid shit, called him an asshole just this morning while throwing a sock at his head?
you wanted him. wanted him so bad you spilled it online for strangers to read.
his gaze flicked back to the screen, to the words where you described his cologne driving you crazy.
he shouldâve stopped reading but instead, he clicked on another post.
the next morning, you woke up to find your laptop working perfectly. no note, no sarcastic comment scribbled on a post-it, nothing. just fixed.
weird.
you headed downstairs, fully expecting jeno to be in his usual morning mood, grumbling about chores, throwing half-hearted jabs just to rile you up. but when you found him on the couch, he was⊠quiet.
"hey," you said, grabbing a drink from the fridge. "so⊠thanks for fixing my laptop."
he barely glanced up, his gaze flickering over your bare legs for a heartbeat before settling back on his phone.
"yeah, no problem."
...thatâs it?
you waited. no snark about your messy folders? no whining about how you owed him now?
your brows knit. "you okay?"
jeno stretched his legs, shorts riding up just enough to show more of his muscular thighs. "yeah, why wouldnât i be?"
"i dunno," you said, eyeing him. "youâre acting weird."
he chuckled, head tilting as he shot you a lazy grin. "iâm always like this in the mornings. maybe you just donât pay enough attention to me."
"trust me," you muttered, taking a sip from your drink, "i pay plenty of attention to you."
the next few days, jeno turned it over in his mindâhow to play this.
sure, the whole thing was entertaining, but you were still his stepsister. technically. your parents werenât married, but theyâd been together for about four years, and youâd been living under the same roof since last year.
not that you and jeno were close. you barely crossed paths, always out with friends or holed up in your room when you were home. plus, he found you immature. spoiled. maybe it was the three-year age gap, or maybe it was how quickly youâd settled in and made this place your own. his dad had asked him to be patient with youââitâs a big change for herââbut if you were struggling, you hid it well.
especially with how you put on that perfect little act for your parents. sweet and responsible. as if you werenât sneaking your boyfriend in through the window at night. or slipping out when you thought no one noticed. jeno noticed.
he just never cared enough to call you out. but the hypocrisy definitely grated on him. pretending to be miss goody-two-shoes when, by your own confession, you were getting railed by a guy who couldnât even get you off?
the irony wasnât lost on him. neither was the opportunity.
he could confront you. heâd definitely enjoy to watch you squirm, see that spark of defiance flicker into panic. tempting.
but maybe⊠maybe heâd keep this to himself a little longer.
drag it out and see just how much fun he could have before you caught on.
the perfect opportunity presented itself only a few days later when your parents announced their trip to italy for valentineâs day. conveniently their anniversary was also coming up, so theyâd be gone for two whole weeks.
âweâll be back next sunday,â jenoâs dad said, ruffling your hair. âdonât do anything stupid while weâre gone.â
you rolled your eyes, half-smiling, but then his tone shifted as he turned to jeno.
âjeno, take care of her. donât let her get into any trouble. no parties or anything reckless.â
jeno nodded without a word, eyes flicking toward you before he turned back to your dad with a forced grin. âgot it.â
you mom stepped forward, kissing your cheek, her hand lingering on your shoulder a moment longer. âbe good, okay? weâre trusting you.â her gaze softened but held an unmistakable warning beneath it.
you knew exactly why. after all, it wasnât like you had a spotless record. just three months ago, you had come home drunk after sneaking out to a friendâs party. what was supposed to be "just a few drinks" had turned into you singing on top of the table and someone posting it to their story. your parents found out the next morning, thanks to your neighbor, of all people, whoâd seen the video. it hadnât even been that scandalous, except for the fact that you were obviously drunk and under 21 at the time.
the hangover was bad, but the lecture was worse. "youâre lucky jeno was there to drag you home," your mom had said, shooting you a disappointed look. jeno had played the responsible older kid that night, carrying you out before things got worse. but that didnât stop your parents from being more protective now. especially of you.
still, it annoyed you that all the warnings were directed your way while jeno stood there looking like a saint, when you knew he was anything but. sure, he hadnât gotten wasted like you, but he was at the same party smoking weed on the back porch, making out with some girl whose name he probably didnât even know, and encouraging shots like he was the party host. he was just lucky none of that was caught on camera, unlike you.
when the front door closed behind them, a strange silence settled over the house. you watched through the window as they loaded their luggage into the car and drove off. two weeks alone with jeno. what could possibly go wrong?
âguess itâs just us now,â you muttered.
jenoâs lips twitched into a small smile. "looks like it."
his gaze flickered over your body while you were distracted. this will be so much fun, he thought.
the house felt bigger without your parents around. normally, youâd take full advantage by inviting friends over, staying out late, and enjoying in the freedom. but something about being alone with jeno had you on edge.
not uncomfortable, just⊠wary.
heâd been acting strange lately. not openly, but enough that you noticed. it was in the way he looked at you now, like he knew something you didnât.
you were scrolling through your phone in the kitchen that night when he strolled in.
"big plans while theyâre gone?" he asked, pulling open the fridge.
"nothing crazy," you said, thumb still flicking at your screen. "just enjoying the peace and quiet."
he let out a low hum, the kind that sounded like he was holding back a laugh. "right. because youâre such a quiet, well-behaved girl."
your scrolling stopped. your gaze snapped up to him. "whereâs that coming from?"
jeno didnât answer immediately. instead, he stepped closer reaching past you for a glass in the cabinet overhead. the movement brought him close enough that his cologne hit you warm, musky, annoyingly good.
"you know," he murmured, voice just above a whisper, "you might fool them. but not me."
your heart skipped. "i have no idea what youâre talking about."
he dipped his head slightly, eyes flickering to your cleavage.
"sure you donât."
then he was gone, leaving you in the kitchen with your pulse pounding and a breath you didnât realize you were holding.
the weekend arrived quicker than expected, and despite jenoâs weirdness lately, nothing out of the ordinary happened.
until saturday.
jeno was sprawled on the couch, mindlessly tapping his fingers against his knee. his gaze drifted up just as you wandered into the living room, barefoot and still in your sleepwearâa thin tank top and shorts that barely covered your ass. you didnât even glance his way, too focused on your phone as you padded toward the kitchen.
it was almost funny, how careless you were around him. clueless, really.
jeno bit back a smirk.
"youâre up early," he said, breaking the quiet.
you glanced over your shoulder while pouring cereal into a bowl. "uh⊠yeah?"
he shrugged. "figured youâd be catching up on sleep after sneaking out last night."
your hand faltered for half a second. it was subtle but enough for him to notice.
his grin widened as he leaned back against the couch cushions, arms draping lazily over the backrest. "right."
you set the cereal down with a little more force than necessary and turned to face him, arms crossed. "okay, whatâs going on with you?â
"me?" he feigned innocence, eyebrows raising. "nothing, just making conversation."
your eyes narrowed, studying him. when he offered nothing else, you scoffed and turned back to the counter, muttering under your breath.
heâd never cared before. never commented on where you went or what you did. why was he suddenly so interested in you?
jeno used to treat you like background noise, a mild inconvenience at worst. now his gaze lingered longer whenever you walked into the room, and youâd be lying if you said it didnât make your skin prickle in ways you didnât want to think about.
later that evening, you curled up on the couch with your laptop, half-heartedly scrolling through an assignment you had no intention of finishing. jeno sat across from you, phone in hand, occasionally flicking through something with the tv playing low in the background. it was peaceful enough⊠until he spoke.
"you knowâŠ" he stretched, shirt riding up just enough to expose the waistband of his boxers. "your boyfriend kinda sucks."
your fingers froze mid-typing.
"what?" you asked, tone clipped. you didnât look up, but your jaw tightened on instinct.
he hummed, "if i were sneaking out every night, iâd hope it was worth it."
you shut the laptop with a snap. "why do you even care?"
jeno grinned, clearly satisfied that heâd gotten under your skin. "i donât."
you stood abruptly, blood buzzing with irritation. "whatever. iâm going to bed."
he chuckled under his breath as you turned to leave, but the sound grated on you. it echoed in your head as you stalked halfway down the hall beforeâŠno. screw that.
you spun on your heel, storming back into the living room. "you donât know shit," you bit out.
jeno glanced up, unconcerned. "about what?"
"me. my boyfriend."
that finally got his full attention. he set his phone down and tilted his head, eyes gleaming. "oh, you mean the boyfriend who keeps getting dumped and crawling back like a stray?"
your nostrils flared. "fuck you."
"iâm just sayingâ"
"no, youâre not âjust sayingâ anything," you cut him off, stepping closer. "you think you know everything about me just because we share a roof?"
"youâd be surprised," he shot back, annoyingly calm.
your fists clenched. "you donât know what i need. so stop acting like you do."
for a split second, something flickered in his expression, gone too fast to name. then his usual smirk slid back into place.
"i donât need to know what you need." he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "i already know what you want."
your breath hitched. you hated that, hated the way your pulse jumped at his words, at the confidence in his voice. what the hell did that even mean?
"youâre an asshole," you snapped. "i donât owe you an explanation."
jeno nodded, like he agreed. "then why are you still standing here?"
your face burned with frustration, but you bit your tongue. there was nothing you could say that wouldnât make this worse. so you did the next best thing, you turned on your heel and walked away, slamming your bedroom door behind you.
and yet, lying in bed later, the back of your mind replayed his words on a loop. you still felt like youâd lost.
your whole body ached with it, hot and restless, like something crawling under your skin. jenoâs words sunk in deep, wrapping around you like barbed wire, too sharp, too true.
âyour boyfriend kinda sucksâ his voice rang in your ears.
no, your boyfriend was nearly perfect. he had all the right looks, the right voice, the right everything and yet⊠somehow, even after months of trying, of letting him touch you, of trying to want itâ
you never got turned on with him. not the way you were now after a simple argument with jeno.
your hand moved before you could think, fingers slipping under the waistband of your shorts, finding that sticky warmth between your thighs. a shaky breath left you, head tipping back against the pillows. it wasnât enough. god, it wasnât nearly enough. you neededâfuck, you didnât even know what you needed. just more. something to fill the ache, to drown out the way his voice echoed in your head. i donât need to know what you need. i already know what you want.
stop.
you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to picture your boyfriend, to think about the way he kissed you, the way he whispered your name, the way he touched you.
but your body rejected it. the images blurred, twisted, morphed.
and suddenly it wasnât his hands you were thinking about.
It was jenoâs slender fingers.
your fingertips grazed that sensitive spot, slick and throbbing, pulling a broken sound from your lips. your hips rolled up into your hand, chasing any semblance of relief. you let out a quiet, shuddering breath as your stomach clenched, your pulse kicking up as you fought it, fought him, fought the way his image took over.
but it was useless.
your body didnât listen. it latched onto the memory of him. the way his pretty lips curled right before he was about to say something you knew would piss you off, the way his voice dipped when he was toying with you, the way his hands always fidgeted, tapping against his thigh, against his lips, always doing something.
your lips parted as your fingers moved faster, your other hand slid up your stomach, pushing up your shirt as your breath stuttered.
would he keep his rings on while touching you?
the thought sent a sharp pulse of arousal through you, your body tightening, the wetness between your thighs growing slicker.
you imagined his long fingers and the coolness of the rings against your skin. would he drag them over your stomach, trace your thighs, tease you with them first? or would he shove them inside right away?
you bit your lip, your fingers pressing down harder, teasing yourself the way he would, the way he might if he everâ
a moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it. âjenoâŠâ
outside your door, jenoâs world fucking stopped. his body was tight, his breath stuck in his throat as he pressed himself against the wood.
he shouldnât be here. he shouldnât be standing outside your room, shouldnât be looking through the small crack where the door hadnât shut all the way.
but fuck.
fuck, you were so loud. did you even realize?
did you know how needy you sounded? the way your voice cracked, the way your breathing hitched, the way you whimpered when youâŠ
jeno exhaled sharply, gripping the doorframe, trying to keep himself in check. but his mind was already too far gone. because if you were touching yourself to him, and if you were so desperate you couldnât even keep quiet or make sure the the door was closed all the way⊠then maybe you wanted to get caught.
maybe you wanted him to see.
his breath came out slow and measured as he peeked through the crack, his body heating at the sight before him. the dim glow of your bedside lamp cast soft shadows over your skin, your legs spread wide, fingers buried deep inside yourself. the slick sounds of your movements, the rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips parted as you moaned his name. fuck, it was too much.
he felt himself throbbing painfully against his sweats, already aching from just watching you. his cock was so fucking hard it hurt.
he pulled himself out, his fingers wrapping around the thick length, hot and pulsing in his palm. he let out a sharp breath as he started stroking himself, matching his pace to the rhythm of your fingers slipping in and out of your pretty cunt.
he wanted to be the one touching you.
he imagined it, his fingers stretching you open, pumping in and out, his thumb circling your clit until you were shaking, whimpering against his mouth. would you let him fuck you raw the first time? god, youâd feel so good around him, so tight, clenching down on him like you never wanted him to pull out. he let out a quiet groan, biting his lip to keep himself from making any noise, even though part of him wanted you to hear him, wanted you to know exactly what you were doing to him.
your moans were getting louder, your breaths coming faster, more frantic. you were close, he could tell, your body was begging for release, and he wished, more than anything, that he could be the one to push you over the edge.
he knew that no one else could make you feel like this. not even your boyfriend, the one you pretended was enough for you. that idiot had the privilege of touching you, of being inside you, and still you werenât getting off on thoughts of him. no, it was jenoâs name spilling from your lips as you fucked yourself.
his hand tightened around his cock, his strokes quickening. "cum for me, baby," he whispered under his breath, his forehead pressing harder against the doorframe.
maybe you heard him, maybe you didnât, but your moans pitched higher, your fingers moving faster, your body trembling on the other side of the door. fuckâyou were close, so fucking close, and he was right there with you. his jaw went slack, his breaths coming in ragged pants as the pleasure slammed into him, hot and heavy. his cock pulsed, his body shaking, cum spilling over his fingers in thick streaks as he saw you falling apart in your bed at the same time.
his body tensed, every nerve sparking as he milked himself through the high, swallowing back the urge to moan out your name. he barely had the presence of mind to tuck himself back into his sweats before he started dripping onto the carpet. that wouldâve been a dead giveaway. but even as he came down from it, the heat in his chest didnât fade. because now he knew just how badly you wanted him.
so, he was back outside your room the following night.
your door was closed all the way this time. he swallowed hard, his pulse hammering as he curled his fingers around the doorknob, testing it. it turned just a fraction before stopping. it was locked. he expected this. he had the feeling you suspected heâd seen you or at least heard you last night because you were unusually fidgety around him earlier today.
he exhaled slowly, lowering himself down until his face was level with the keyhole, his breath shallow as he listened. the obscene sounds of your fingers working between your thighs were unmistakable, each wet stroke sending another pulse of heat straight to his cock. he knew you were thinking about him again. your boyfriend wasnât here, who the fuck else would you be touching yourself to?
he let his hand trail down, palming himself over his sweats, but this time, it wasnât enough. he needed more.
his fingers drifted down to his pocket, curling around the small, thin tool heâd stolen from markâs junk drawer earlier. jeno wasnât an idiot, he knew to be prepared this time. hearing wouldnât do it for him, he needed to see you again.
he slid the tool into the keyhole, his other hand steadying the knob as he worked it. it wasnât his first time picking a lock. heâd done it plenty of times as a teen, sneaking into forbidden rooms at school, usually to make out with random girls. but this was different. he was breaking into his stepsisterâs room so he could watch her touch herself. his hands itched, his whole body thrumming with a dangerous kind of thrill.
the lock gave a quiet click and he held his breath trying to listen for any indication that you noticed. after he thought it was safe, he twisted the handle and pushed the door just enough to crack it open.
and fuck, what a sight it was.
you were sprawled on your bed, your legs were in a butterfly position this time, your skin glistening with sweat. your shirt was hiked up all the way giving him the perfect sight of your tits. your panties were pushed down completely and he could see the way your fingers disappeared inside you. his name started slipping from your lips again, breathy, ruined. he clenched his jaw, his cock started to throb painfully at the sight.
you were so fucking beautiful like this. needy, desperate, chasing a high that only he could truly give you.
he licked his lips, watching the way your back arched, your fingers curling inside you as you edged yourself closer. his own hand slipped into his sweats, wrapping around his length, stroking slow, lazy, savoring the moment. he should leave. should close the door and pretend this never happened. but instead, he kept watching, his lips parting in a silent exhale as he imagined once again what it would be like to replace your fingers with his own.
or better yet, his cock.
you had no idea he was here. no idea you were putting on a show just for him.
there was no way in hell he was going to stop now.
youâd been locking your door more often now. you werenât sure why. it didnât make sense, but the feeling just wouldnât go away. the feeling that you were being watched.
maybe it was the fact that you thought you heard a moan outside your door the other night. or maybe the fact that your panties had mysteriously gone missing from the laundry basket. and there was only one other person living with you at the moment. you tried to tell yourself it was paranoia. after all, why would jeno do something like that? he didnât have fantasies like you, right?
still, something felt different when he was around. especially when you bumped into him in the kitchen or living room. the tension was so thick as if the space between you was charged, waiting for something, or someone, to cross the line.
you tried to distract yourself, flicking through jersey shore reruns with half your mind still on him. but as soon as you heard footsteps approaching, your pulse spiked. your body clearly not knowing the difference between riding a roller coaster, and your stepbrother entering the room.
you glanced up, trying to force a bored expression. the moment your eyes landed on him, however, everything in you froze. his damp hair stuck to his forehead, a towel draped loosely around his neck. his sweatpants hung low on his hips, his boxers peeking, and the way his white shirt clung to his chest made it feel like the room was closing in around you.
you swallowed hard.
he caught your gaze, and for a split second, it felt like he saw right through you. like he knew what you were thinking, what you were feeling. but he didnât say anything. he just walked over, sitting close enough that his leg brushed against yours. the space between you was so small, but it felt like a chasm, a void that you couldnât bridge. you couldnât move. not when your body was so painfully aware of him.
âyou like this trash?â his voice was casual, but his eyes were anything but. they were on you, studying you.
you blinked, the question throwing you off guard. you hadnât even realized he was talking about the show until he nodded toward it. âuh... yeah. itâs... entertaining,â you stammered, your voice sounding foreign in your own ears. you wanted to say more, to defend it, but the words wouldnât come. your mind was fixated on him.
you tried to focus on the screen, but you couldnât tear your eyes away from him. his towel slipping from his shoulders, water droplets sliding down his neck and disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt. you could feel that familiar flutter in your lower stomach.
your fingers twitched, desperate to do something, anything, to alleviate the tightness.
jeno tilted his head slightly, his lips pulling into that almost imperceptible smirk, the one that made you want to either scream or crawl into him.
âwhatâs wrong?â he asked, his voice soft, but there was something dangerous underneath. âyou look tense.â
you didnât answer immediately. instead, you shifted uncomfortably, your pulse hammering in your ears. he didnât push, but the way he was looking at you made you feel exposed, like he had you cornered.
suddenly, the doorbell rang, and you shot up from the couch like youâd been electrocuted. your pulse was still racing, your thoughts tangled in knots you didnât want to acknowledge. this was good. maybe whoever was at the door would shake you out of this haze.
but the second you opened it, you almost wished you hadnât.
your boyfriendâŠor ex? you didnât even know anymore, stood there holding a single rose in one hand and a bag of snacks in the other.
âhappy valentineâs day,â he greeted, flashing that charming smile he knew melted you.
your eyes widened. youâd been so distracted you totally forgot the date. damn you, lee jeno.
âiâm sorry i didnât call in advance,â he pushed the rose into your hand and leaned to kiss you âand i know we agreed to take a break⊠still, i couldn't just not come todayâŠâ
he lifted the bag on his other hand. âmovie?â
you forced a smile, your stomach twisting guiltily for a second. even though your relationship was a bit unstable as of late, valentineâs wasnât something you ever wanted to half-ass so it was a good thing youâd planned ahead.
you bought his gift the previous week, carefully wrapping the box yourself because you wanted it to feel special. a pair of shoes heâd been eyeing for months, a new band for his apple watch since his favorite one had broken recently, and a handwritten letter tucked inside, detailing how much you appreciated him, how much you loved him. You even spent extra time decorating the envelope, adding little doodles and stickers just to make him smile.
you should've felt some kind of relief, his presence should distract you from the wild thoughts swirling in your head. but as you stepped aside to let him in, that sense of relief never came.
because the moment you turned back, you remembered jeno was still there on the couch. you silently willed him with your mind to go to his room, maybe leave altogether.
but of course he didnât.
âoh. hey, dudeâ your boyfriend said as he finally noticed him. âdidnât know your brother was here.â
you winced. that word. brother. your tongue itched to correct him, but what was the point? he knew you werenât really siblings. he just chose to say it anyway.
jeno let the word hang in the air before he finally stood up, stretching his arms over his head before settling into a straighter posture. he never stood that straight, but he was making sure to show that he was at least two inches taller than your boyfriend. It was a subtle move, but you saw it for what it was. a challenge.
you almost scoffed at the sheer pettiness of it.
âah, helloâŠâ jeno drawled. âsorry, remind me of your name again?â
your boyfriend told him, his tone polite but slightly stiff.
âright,â jeno said, half-smiling. âdidnât know weâd be having visitors todayâŠâ
your boyfriend cleared his throat. âah, thatâs my bad. i didnât tell her I was coming since I wanted to surprise her for Valentineâsâ
âhm,â Jeno hummed. âwell... as long as you two keep it in the living room, should be fine. gotta look out for my little sister while the parents are out, you know?â
you squeezed your eyes shut for half a second, inhaling slowly, forcing yourself to stay calm. he never called you that. also, who did he think he was playing house police all of a sudden?
âsit down, babe,â you said, your tone so sweet it sounded forced.
jeno scoffed under his breath, soft enough that only you heard it.
you ignored it, settling onto the couch as he disappeared into the kitchen. your boyfriend sat beside you, oblivious, scrolling through movies, while you shoved a chip into your mouth just to distract your mind.
suddenly, you heard clattering from the kitchen followed by a curse.
âuh, y/n⊠can you come help me real quick?â
you squeezed your eyes shut.
âwhat did you break now?â you called, already exasperated.
"your momâs china," he called back. "think i broke like two plates. maybe three. hard to say. pretty sure sheâll notice, though."
shit. you were on your feet before you could think, muttering a quick, âsorry, iâll be right back,â as you hurried toward the kitchen.
the moment you stepped inside, irritation flared hotter in your chest.
âare you kidding me? what were you even doing near those? my mom explicitly saidââ you voiced trailed off when you saw there was no broken china. no mess. nothing.
just jeno, standing there with his arms crossed, watching you with a smirk so infuriating you wanted to slap it off his face.
your hands curled into fists. âwhat are you doing?â
âreally?â he ignored your glare, tilting his head mockingly. âhe brought snacks and a single rose?â he let out a dry chuckle. âitâs valentineâs day for godâs sake, he couldâve at least tried.â
âi like simple things,â you shot back. âi donât need a big fucking productionâ
jeno took a step closer making your breath get stuck in your throat. he wasnât touching you, wasnât even crowding you, but fuck he might as well have been, with the way your body tensed.
his voice dropped lower. âare you trying to convince me or yourself?â
he clearly wanted to get a reaction out of you and you refused to give it to him.
his gaze flicked down to your lips, pursed at him, and yet so pretty. he could still remember them parting and gasping his name last night.
"bet it gets tiring to pretend so muchâ he leaned in slightly.
you took a sharp step back.
âjust⊠get out of my business,â you snapped, breath uneven.
jenoâs lips curled. âsure thing.â his eyes glinted with dark amusement. âhope you have fun with mr. buzzkill.â
your jaw clenched as you spun on your heel, storming back to the living room. who the hell did he think he was? since when did he have an opinion on your love life? heâd never cared before, never questioned, never even acknowledged it. so why now?
he kept pushing, prodding, playing with you.
and the worst part was that you were letting him. you knew you should ignore him. his opinion didnât matter anyways.
so why couldnât you stop paying attention to him?
you decided to push jeno out of your mind, and what better way than by surrounding yourself with people you actually liked?
a pool party seemed like the perfect distraction. it was nothing too crazy, just a few close friends from college. the weather had been unusually nice all week, the kind of warmth that made everything feel a little hazy, the sun kissing your skin as you lay stretched out on a lounge chair, still damp from your swim. it was the perfect excuse to bask in the sun, let the tension ease from your body, and pretend jeno didnât exist.
jenny, lying beside you on her stomach, propped herself up on her elbows and let out an exaggerated sigh. âby the way, whereâs your hot brother?â
you sighed, not even bothering to open your eyes. âstop calling him that. people might actually think i'm related to that jerk.â
âhonestly, though,â natty chimed in, rubbing tanning oil on her arms. âhow have you not jumped his bones yet? heâs so fine.â
you scoffed, finally cracking an eye open to glare at her. âheâs really not all that. if you guys lived with him, you wouldnât think like this.â
jenny turned onto her side, her smirk downright sinful. âgirl, if i lived with him i'd let him do unspeakable things to me every night.â
you fingers tightened around your drink as something hot and unwanted curled low in your stomach. if only they knew the things you did thinking about him late at night.
belle made a face from where she sat at the edge of the pool. âyou guys are gross.â
jenny just shrugged, a sly smile tugging at her lips. âwhy? theyâre not even related.â
belle wrinkled her nose. âyes, but they live together. itâs still weird.â
jenny hummed, resting her chin on her shoulder as she eyed you knowingly. âwhatever, i meant what i said.â
âdoes he have a girlfriend?â natty asked, stretching her legs out as she adjusted her sunglasses.
you shrugged, taking another sip of your piña colada. âi donât know. i mean, he barely leaves the house. i doubt he has much of a social life⊠probably the most socially inept guy iâve ever met.â the words left your mouth lazily, but the moment they did, a shadow loomed over you, blocking out the sun.
you didnât need to look up to know who it was.
you tilted your head back after a few seconds of silently cursing your big mouth. your heart did a million backflips as you locked eyes with jeno, who was now standing directly behind your chair. his head was tilted just slightly, a slow smirk playing at his lips.
you gulped slowly, and wished the chair would just swallow you whole. did he hear what you just said?
his gaze flickered over you, amused, but there was something heavier in the way his eyes traced over your bikini-clad figure. and then you realized he wasnât in his usual hoodie and sweatpants. instead, he wore a fitted jean jacket over a graphic tee from a band you didnât recognize, paired with tight black jeans. even his hair was styled, it looked like he got a fresh undercut, even added some designs on the side. he felt like an entirely different person. he looked good. too good.
âhello, ladies,â he greeted smoothly, his voice deep.
your friends giggled, but you barely registered them because jenoâs attention was back on you in a second.
âdoes dad know youâre having a party?â he asked, his voice had a teasing lilt to it, but there was something slightly patronizing underneath.
you rolled your eyes. âitâs just a few people.â get off my ass, you almost added but bit your tongue.
his smirk didnât falter. âmhm⊠hope so, âcause he can see everything through those.â he pointed toward the security cameras, and something about the way he said it made irritation prickle at your skin.
he had the audacity to call your boyfriend a buzzkill, yet here he was, trying to kill any potential fun you could have.
âanyway,â he continued, âthis socially inept guy is heading out.â
you breath caught in your throat. so he did hear you.
his eyes flickered over your body once more, and before you could respond, his hand brushed over your shoulder in a touch so fleeting, so meaningless, it shouldnât have made your entire body lock up the way it did.
âcall me if thereâs an emergency,â he said. âbe good, yeah?â
the second he was out of earshot, the giggles started back up, hushed and scandalized. your skin still burned where his touch had ghosted over you, and you hated that you wanted to turn your head, watch him leave, memorize the way he looked just now.
you swallowed hard, pressing your cold glass against your lips and forcing yourself to pretend that none of it affected you.
after several minutes of listening to your friends gush about jeno, how good he looked, how he smelled like expensive cologne, blah blah blah, you decided youâd had enough. you pushed yourself up from the lounge chair and made your way inside with the excuse of refilling your drink.
as you passed through the living room, a flicker of movement outside caught your eye. jeno was still there, standing near the edge of the sidewalk. his fingers dipped into his pocket, retrieving something small, and curiosity got the better of you. you squinted, trying to make out what he was holding.
despite knowing better, you grabbed a lightweight cover-up dress from the hook by the door and slipped it over your shoulders before stepping outside. the afternoon air carried the scent of chlorine and the faintest trace of citrus from the trees lining the house.
âsince when do you smoke?â you asked, approaching him cautiously.
jeno turned his head slightly. the corner of his lips curled in that maddening way of his. without breaking eye contact, he placed the cigarette between his lips, the unlit end resting against the soft curve of his mouth.
âi donât,â he said dismissively but then, he struck a match against his finger and the tiny flame came to life. the sight of it held your attention for just a second too long. probably because youâd never seen anyone light a match like that, or the fact that he was gaslighting you so casually.
âi thought you said you were going to hang out with friends,â you pressed, crossing your arms as you watched the flame kiss the tip of the cigarette.
âi said i was going to hang out,â he corrected, taking a slow drag before exhaling it in your direction, the smoke curling between you. âi didn't say with friends.â
you barely resisted the urge to cough, your throat tightening at the thick scent of tobacco. before you could call him out on this, the low rumble of an engine broke through the silence.
a black jeep screeched to a stop at the foot of your driveway, tires skidding slightly against the pavement. you instinctively took a step back as the vehicle came to a jarring halt. the tinted window rolled down, revealing a girl with jet-black hair that framed her face in glossy waves. he lips, painted a deep cherry red, curved into a smile that was just a little too perfect.
âsorry, iâm late!â she said, her voice airy, with a sing-song quality that immediately set your teeth on edge âthere was so much traffic.â
âsure you didnât just get pulled over for reckless driving?â jeno chuckled before taking another slow drag from his cigarette.
âmo, silly!â she giggled, her voice turning annoyingly flirtatious as she leaned a little closer over the window. âdid you doll up just for me?â
âsure,â jeno replied casually. you didnât catch the way his eyes flicked to you for just a split second because you were busy trying to mask the seething annoyance that was threatening to show in your expression. you didnât even know this girl, and yet, the way she was acting was irritating you deeply.
âlet me drive,â jeno said, pulling the door open for her to step out. you noticed the way she purposely wobbled slightly to fall directly into his arms.
âcareful,â he said, his voice deep and resonant as he steadied her, the sound of it sending a heavy vibration through your chest.
âif your wet blanket of a boyfriend shows up later,â he continued once inside the car, his words laced with a hint of condescension, âjust try not to fuck around in the pool, okay? remember, someoneâs always watching.â the way he said that left a strange, uneasy knot in your stomach, the implication of his words lingering far too long.
before you could even muster a response, he slammed the jeep into gear and drove off.
it was around 9 pm when you decided to call it a night. your boyfriend hadnât even shown up. he claimed he had to help his dad with âstuffâ but you hadnât really paid attention to the details. you werenât interested in hearing excuses anyway.
your friends pouted, complaining that you should let them stay and have a sleepover, but you werenât in the mood. they only left after you promised to do it another time.
you wandered upstairs, feeling the fatigue from the evening settle in your bones. the water from the shower was almost too hot, but you welcomed the burn as it stripped the chlorine from your skin. you lingered under the steam, savoring the quiet of the house.
once you were done, you meticulously moisturized your skin with extra attention to the dryness that clung to your arms after the pool and the heat of the shower. you threw on your usual pjs, a loose tank top and shorts. you thought of the way jenoâs dark eyes followed you whenever you wore them.
you made your way to the living room and sank onto the couch to watch tv, hyper aware of the ticking sound of the clock. the hands crept closer to 11 p.m. and you found your thoughts drifting despite your best attempts to focus. jenoâs face floated into your mind, his dark eyes flickering with amusement whenever he saw you. you tried to push it away but your mind kept returning to him and that girl with jet-black hair.
the sting of your nails digging into the palsn of your hands is what snapped you out of it. the thought of him with her⊠doing what? it didnât even matter. why should it matter?
you decided to go to bed after realizing it was stupid to wait for him to come back.
it was around 2 am when you were jerked awake by the sound of shuffling outside your door. you heard a giggle followed by a hushed voice right before your door creaked open, and you quickly squeezed your eyes shut again.
"shit, wrong room," you heard jeno whisper, and your breath caught in your throat. you opened one eye just enough to see him standing in the doorway, the girl with jet-black hair practically draped around his neck.
she pulled him down into a kiss, and you watched, frozen, as they made out right there in front of your door. her soft moans echoed through the space along with the sounds of their hands fondling each otherâs bodies.
they continued, oblivious to the fact that you were very much awake, until jeno finally pulled the door closed behind him, muffling the noises just enough for you to breathe again.
the anger hit you immediately, and the indignation that followed was almost comical in its intensity. with what face had he told you not to "mess around" at home because your parents were always watching, only to go and do this? right in front of your room, no less?
you heard the shuffle of movement in his room next door, and a chilling realization sank in.
they were about to have sex, and youâd hear every damn second of it.
it wasnât like youâd never snuck your boyfriend in late at night before. But all you ever did was suck him off or let him finger you. you never actually had proper sex. not for lack of trying, but rather the issues youâd been having getting⊠aroused with him.
the moans started, soft at first, then louder. each sound felt like a needle, digging deeper into the pit of your stomach. you squeezed your eyes shut again, wishing, begging to be anywhere but within earshot of the noise that now felt like it was tearing your insides apart.
you could hear everything. the soft thuds of their clothes hitting the floor, the creak of the mattress as they fell onto it. jenoâs rough groans, the breathless whimpers he tried and failed to suppress. the wet, obscene sounds of him moving inside her. the desperate gasps, the frantic whisper of his name from her lips. their mouths meeting over and over again, the muffled, needy sounds of them colliding filling the space.
every movement, every noise, was painfully clear, as if you were right there in the room with them.
you wanted to disappear. crawl under your bed. evaporate into the walls. oh, the walls. the godforsaken, paper-thin walls that some sadistic architect clearly designed just to ruin your life.
you pressed a pillow over your head, begging for the sounds to stop, but it was useless. they only grew louder.
âjeno⊠iâm close,â she whimpered, voice high and shaking.
âcum for meâŠâ he responded, breathless.
and suddenly, amidst the debauchery of sounds, you heard it.
your name.
spoken in a broken moan.
your breath stilled. for a second, you thought you must have imagined it, that your mind was playing a cruel trick on you. but thenâ
you heard it again. louder. needier.
jeno was calling your name as he came.
a paralyzing shock shot through you, pinning you to the mattress. your pulse hammering so hard you thought your heart might bruise your chest cavity. you stared at the ceiling, unblinking, as his moans settled over you like a suffocating weight.
silence followed, broken only by their uneven breaths. then you heard the rustle of sheets as they untangled from each other.
âcan i stay the night?â the girl asked, her voice still heavy with satisfaction.
âno,â jeno said, voice oddly cold and detached. âmy parents are gonna be here in the morning.â
that was a lie. your parents werenât coming back until the following weekend.
you were still too shocked to move, too shaken to process what had just happened. but as you listened to her gather her things, to the sound of jeno walking her to the door without so much as an ounce of warmth in his tone, one thing became terrifyingly clear...
he hadnât just used her. heâd been thinking about you while doing so.
the shadows in your room shifted as the hours crawled by. it felt impossible to close your eyes without hearing it all over again. your name on his lips.
when your phone screen finally read 6:00 a.m, you gave up on sleep entirely, throwing off the sheets and slipping out of bed like a ghost.
you tiptoed down the stairs and into the kitchen, fingers numb as you grabbed a glass and filled it to the brim. the cold water slid down your throat in greedy gulps, but it did nothing to cool yourself.
then, a breathless laugh tore from your lips, unhinged and bitter. the sheer absurdity of it all crashed into you at once, like a sick joke the universe decided to play on you. jeno had been inside another girl, and yet, it was your name that spilled out of his lips.
the laughter bubbled up harder. it must have been loud enough to wake him, because a few moments later, footsteps padded into the kitchen.
jeno stood in the doorway, eyes heavy with sleep, brows pinched together as he took in the sight of you, your back was turned to him, shoulders trembling with laughter that didnât seem to belong to you.
âthe hell is wrong with you?â his voice was groggy.
you stopped, forcing the manic grin off your face before turning slightly away, shielding yourself from his scrutiny. god, if he saw the way you were smiling right now, he really would think you lost your mind.
âare you high?â he asked, a little more forcefully this time.
you let out a dry chuckle, shaking your head. i wish. maybe if you were high, this wouldnât feel so real. maybe you wouldnât still hear his voice in your head from the night before, broken and desperate, calling for you.
a shiver ran down your spine when you felt jeno move closer behind you. you could feel the heat radiating off his bare chest, the faint smell of sleep and last nightâs scent clinging to him. his hand clamped down on your shoulder, turning you around with an impatient tug.
âno, seriously.â his voice was lower now, forcing you to meet his gaze. âdid you do drugs last night?â
your breath hitched when his chest brushed against yours, and thatâs when you remembered you werenât wearing a bra. the thin fabric of your tank top did nothing to hide the way your nipples hardened at the contact.
you saw the flicker in his expression, the brief second of realization when his gaze dropped.
âwhat do you care?â you shot back instead, tilting your chin up defiantly.
you liked the way his jaw ticked when you pushed him.
his grip on your chin was sudden, firm, tilting your face until your eyes locked with his. his fingers were rough and the touch sent something dark and electric crackling under your skin.
you ripped yourself from his grasp, grimacing. âdonât touch me. i know where that hand has been.â
jeno laughed, a rich sound that made your throat close.
âoh, so you heard.â
you scoffed. âof course i heard. it was impossible not to when you were being so loud.â
his smirk deepened. âthen you know my struggle.â
he stepped forward, pressed you further against the counter until there was barely any air between your bodies. this was the closest you had ever been to him.
your heart slammed against your ribs, but you refused to shrink away. if anything, it only made you glare harder, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter.
âi hear everything you do in your room too.â
he paused, letting his finger curl around a stray hair falling over your face.
âevery night.â
your lips parted, but nothing came out except a sharp inhale.
his eyes fluttered across your features, lingering on your lips, still wet from the water you just drank.
âwh-whatâŠâ
âyeah.â his grin grew sharper, his perfect teeth peeking out to tug at his lower lip. âevery time you sneak your dumbass boyfriend in.â
his fingers brushed against the counter beside you, caging you in completely.
âevery time you touch yourselfâŠâ
you swallowed, looking between his neck and shoulder, unable to meet his dark eyes.
âand you do that a lot lately.â
you gulped to soothe your dry throat, wishing he couldnât somehow smell how aroused you were getting. you hated the way your body reacted to him, how your thighs pressed together on instinct. he noticed. the bastard always noticed everything.
he was still pressed so close you could feel the steady rise and fall of his hard chest against yours, the heat of his skin bleeding into yours like fire licking at gasoline.
âiââ you started, but your voice cracked.
jeno tilted his head, âwhat?â his voice was a murmur meant for just the two of you. his lips curved, but the smile wasnât kind, it was wicked. âgot nothing to say now?â
you clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to hold his gaze even as your stomach twisted into knots. âfuck you.â
his smile widened. âi mean, thatâs what you always think about, isnât it?â he murmured.
your breath caught in your throat. he leaned in, his lips so close to your ear that you felt the ghost of them graze your skin.
âyou touch yourself thinking about me.â
a wave of heat crawled up your neck. you shouldnât be reacting this way. shouldnât be giving yourself away this easily.
you inhaled sharply, gathering every ounce of strength left in your body before shoving at his chest, pushing him away. he let you, barely stumbling back.
âgo to hell, jeno.â
you turned on your heel, ready to storm out, to get as far away from him as possibleâ
but you barely made it two steps before his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist. he yanked you back against him, spinning you around so fast that you barely had time to register the shift before your back was against the counter again, his body crowding yours.
his grip tightened, but not enough to hurt just enough to hold you there.
"what are you doing?" you demanded, pressing a hand to his chest. "i have a boyfriend."
he laughed bitterly "oh, please. we both know he doesnât even make you wet."
âhow do youâ?â you swallowed, barely able to get the words out.
the realization suddenly settled like lead in your gut. he read it. your blog. the one you used to vent frustrations you couldnât say out loud, the one that held every unspoken insecurity, every late-night confession you never meant for anyone to see. every filthy thought about him.
and jeno of all people had gotten his hands on it. thatâs why heâd been acting so strange lately.
your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, not pulling him closer, but gripping like you needed something to hold onto before you lost your mind.
his smirk deepened as he saw the expression of horror in your face.
âyou should really clear your browser history,â he mused, tilting his head slightly. âor, better yetâŠmaybe donât keep the tabs open on a laptop you asked me to fix.â
the bastard wasnât even sorry for invading your privacy.
your pulse roared in your ears as you tried to school your expression, trying to make it seem like you weren't two seconds away from spiraling.
âi donâtââ you started, but the words wouldnât come.
he leaned in, voice dipping lower. âoh donât quit on me now. you had plenty to say in that little blog of yours.â
his fingers traced your jaw softly.
âespecially about me.â
he grinned, teeth grazing his bottom lip as he watched your reaction unfold in real time. âwhat was it you said?â he pretended to think. âoh, right. he pisses me off more than anyone else, but i bet he fucks like a god.ââ
you shoved him again but he barely stumbled, just let out a low chuckle like he was thrilled by your anger.
âwhatâs wrong?â he taunted. âembarrassed?â
âshut up.â
âaww, câmon, donât be shy now. i read the whole thing, youâve definitely thought about this exact moment before.â
you wanted to die. right there on the kitchen floor. just disintegrate and never have to endure the smug, self-satisfied look on his face ever again.
but worse than the embarrassment? worse than the rage twisting inside you like a coil ready to snap?
was the terrifying, undeniable truth.
he knew you wanted him.
jeno moved closer, and you instinctively backed into the counter, your hands gripping the cool edge.
his smirk was insufferable. giddy, almost.
âgod, you should see your face right now,â he murmured, tilting his head. âall pink and flustered. just like i imagined.â
your eyes darted across his face in shock.
âoh yeah,â he continued, watching the realization flicker in your eyes. âyouâre not the only one whoâs fantasized about this, babyâ
âi donât fantasize,â you said quickly, hoping to salvage some dignity.
jeno just laughed. âsave it.â
he reached up, tucking another stray strand of hair behind your ear, the way someone might handle something delicate, except the glint in his eye was anything but soft.
âi said i read everything,â he reminded you, voice dripping with satisfaction. âi even memorized that one post, the one where you talk about my fingersââ
âdonât,â you interrupted, slapping a hand over his mouth before he could finish that sentence.
bad move. because now his lips were pressed against your palm, his breath hot against your skin. and he didnât pull away.
instead, his dark eyes locked onto yours making your pulse stutter. he reached up, prying your hand away from his mouth, but instead of letting it go, he brought it lower flat against his bare chest, over the steady thump of his heartbeat.
âi like knowing your secrets,â he murmured. âi like knowing what gets in that pretty little head of yours late at night.â
your stomach flipped.
âand you know what i like the most?â he dipped his head, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. âi like knowing that no matter how much you fight me on this,â he whispered, âyouâve already given yourself to me.â
his lips brushed from your ear down to the corner of your mouth, until finally, they met yours. you barely registered how easily your lips parted for him until his tongue slid in, claiming you. a groan slipped out before you could stop it.
you knew you should push him away. you should. but the thought barely even formed before it was gone, lost in the heat of his mouth.
"arenât you gonna stop me?" he murmured, pulling back just enough to make you chase his lips.
you didnât move, didnât shove him away, didnât say a damn thing.
his lips curled. "didnât think so.â
then he kissed you harder, rougher. his fingers cradling your face while his other hand slid lower, gripping a handful of your ass. you gasped, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, pulling you flush against him.
his knee pressed between your legs, shifting just right, and you moaned. his lips curved against yours. "thereâs my good girl."
heat flared up your spine, equal parts humiliation and arousal. some semblance of reason came over you and you pushed at his chest, but he caught your wrist, pinning it against the counter.
"you wrote about how bad you wanted me to take you right here in this kitchen," he murmured, his breath warm against your lips. "want me to remind you?"
"shut up," you groaned, twisting your wrist free and shoving at him properly this time.
he didnât budge. he only laughed, nipping at your lower lip before angling your face up, kissing you deep and slow, like he had all the time in the world. his hand slid from your ass to your thigh, hiking it higher around his hip.
the new angle made you feel him, every inch of his hard length pressing right against your core, and you gasped. he thrust against you and the groan he let out sent a pulse of heat straight to your stomach.
"fuck," he rasped, pressing his forehead to yours, his hips rolling again. "you feel that?"
your fingers curled into his shirt, whimpers spilling out of you as he kept humping you.
jenoâs grip tightened on your thigh, fingers digging into your skin as he rocked against you, his breath hot against your lips. âlook at you,â he murmured, voice thick with amusement and something darker. âclinging to me like this when you were just pretending to hate me a few minutes ago.â
you opened your mouth to argue, to deny, but all that came out was a sharp gasp as his hands slid under your tank top, fingers tracing lazy patterns up your ribs until they found your perked nipple. his knee pressed more insistently between your legs.
âjenââ
âshh.â he breathed against your lips. âyou donât have to say anything. your bodyâs already telling me everything i need to know.â
the way his lips ghosted over your jaw, then down your throat, made your breath hitch. you felt like you were drowning in the way he touched you, just enough to drive you crazy but not enough to give you what you really wanted.
âyouâve thought about this,â he mused, voice laced with satisfaction as he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss just below your ear. âhavenât you? late at night, when youâre all aloneâŠâ
your nails dug into his shoulders as he ground against you again, harder this time. he was right. and that infuriated you.
âjeno,â you hissed, half warning, half plea.
âsay it,â he murmured against your skin, hands slipping lower. âsay you want me.â
you couldnât do that. you still wanted to cling to some semblance of dignity. but then his fingers slipped inside your shorts, and the illusion that you ever stood a chance shattered.
your gasp turned into a strangled moan as his fingers dipped between your soaked folds, tracing slow circles, teasing you with featherlight strokes that had you melting against him. his breath was hot against your temple.
âif you donât want this,â he murmured, âthen maybe we should stop.â
and just like that, he started to retreat, his touch vanishing like a cruel tease.
âno,â you choked out, your hand gripping his wrist before he could pull away completely. âdonât stop⊠please.â
he tilted his head, savoring every ounce of your desperation. âyou sure?â he mused, feigning innocence even as his lips, swollen and slick, curled into something devilish. âbecause if you think this is wrong, we really should stop.â
the bastard was toying with you, and worst of all, you found it maddeningly hot.
your nails dug into his arm, your body thrumming with frustration and need. âjeno,â you warned, voice dangerously low. âif you donât touch me right now, iâll go upstairs and do it myself.â
you saw the moment his pupils dilated, a dark, almost feral hunger flashing in his eyes.
âoh, princess,â he crooned, his hand slipping back into your shorts in an instant, fingers resuming their torment with renewed urgency. âyou really shouldnât have said that.â
but instead of touching you like you needed, he yanked your shorts down, your panties dragging along with them in one swift motion. before you could form a single word, he hoisted you onto the counter with ease, the hard surface pressing into the backs of your thighs. your legs instinctively tried to close, but his grip tightened, keeping you open for him.
and then he dropped to his knees.
your stomach plummeted, anticipation coiling so tightly inside you that you felt dizzy. he looked up at you from beneath his thick lashes, eyes heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide with hunger. his hands dragged slowly up the inside of your thighs, spreading them further. his tongue darted out, wetting his lips like he was about to devour the best meal ever.
your walls clenched around nothing.
âjenoââ his name came out in a broken gasp.
âyouâre shaking,â his breath ghosted over your core, making you jolt, making you ache. "whatâs wrong, baby? nervous?"
the way his voice curled around the word baby, sent a fresh wave of heat straight between your legs. but you didnât get the chance to answer.
because then he dove between your thighs.
the first stroke of his tongue had you gasping, hands flying to his hair as your head snapped back against the cabinets. the heat of his mouth had your body jerking before you could stop yourself, pleasure so intense it almost hurt.
his hands flexed against your thighs, spreading you wider, keeping you still as he licked deep into you. and when he groaned you nearly lost it. the vibration shot straight through you, your stomach clenching, your thighs twitching against his grip.
âjenoââ his name was barely a breath, a desperate sound that made him hum against you, pleased. he pulled back just enough for his lips to brush over your skin.
âgod, you taste even better than i imaginedâ he rasped.
and then he was back on you, tongue working faster, fingers digging into your thighs like he needed this, like he was getting off on the way you gasped, the way your body trembled under his mouth.
he wasnât just eating you out. he was devouring you.
his tongue moved in slow strokes, drawing out every whimper that spilled from your lips. you tugged at his hair, grinding down harder, but he just chuckled against you. cocky bastard.
âneedy, huh?â he murmured between licks. âthought you could handle it.â
you barely registered his words, too caught up in the way he worked you open. but then he pulled away, making you gasp at the loss.
âjenoââ you started to protest, but he was already grabbing you by the waist.
âquit whining,â he smirked, hoisting you up easily. you yelped, legs locking around his hips as he strode toward the stairs. âyou wanted this, didnât you?â
your back hit the mattress a second later. you barely caught your breath before he tugged his pants down, the outline of his dick straining against his boxers.
jeno climbed onto the bed, gaze flicking over you with heat. you expected him to take you right then but he leaned back instead, hands behind his head.
âride my face,â he said.
you froze, thinking he was joking for a second, but then you saw his his eyes and realized he was being completely serious. panic came over you, youâd never done this before, your boyfriend had never even eaten your out before, only fingered you. this was way more than that though.
âjenoââ
he raised a brow. âwhat, shy now?â his hands shot out, dragging you toward him. âcâmon, donât start getting all sweet on me now.â
he positioned you right above his face. you swallowed, âjeno⊠i-i donât knowââ
âdonât worry baby, trust meâ
and then he was spreading your legs further apart so you sank on his face slowly. his nose nuzzled between your folds first, the sharp line of it pushing against your core and making a guttural moan escape you.
his tongue followed, licking up and down, and prodding your entrance with insistence.
âoh, fuckâmeâ you whimpered, his hands on your hips guided you to press even harder against his face and even in your pleasure you worried he would drown in your cunt.
but when you looked down, there was nothing but pure bliss on his face, his eyes rolling back and his brows furrowed as he lapped relentlessly. it looked like he was enjoying this as much as you.
as your orgasm approached again, you couldnât help but roll your hips against his face. the movement made his nose press further as his tongue continued licking long greedy strips against your clit.
âjenoâi...iâmââ you moaned,
and your orgasm crashed over you with such a violent force it made you lean forward barely catching yourself with your arms before you could actually suffocate the boy under you.
you crawled down his body, your breath hitching as you took in the sight of his face glistening with your juices. his tongue swept out as he licked up every trace, dark eyes fixed on you.
his hands remained anchored on your hips, fingers flexing just enough to press you down against his body. you could feel him hard and burning through the thin fabric of his sweats. the instinctive grind of your hips had him exhaling a low chuckle. you wanted this, he wanted this, but something held you back. if you crossed this line⊠would you really be able to turn back?
you didnât have time to find out because the sound of the doorbell ringing snapped you both out of your daze.
jeno blinked, looking toward the bedroom door. âseriously...?â
âshitââ you scrambled off him, tripping over your own limbs in the process.
âiâll get it,â he offered, starting to sit up.
âno!â you shoved at his chest, pushing him back down. âyour face, jenoâ itâs covered in myâjustâgo wash it off!â
he grinned lazily. âdidnât hear you complaining a minute ago.â
ânot the time!â you hissed, picking up your discarded clothes and putting them on.
jeno started, âi read somewhere that cum is really good for your skinââ
you didnât dignify that with a response, slamming the door shut on your way out. your reflection in the living room mirror was a disaster: hair tousled, lips kiss-swollen, fresh marks blooming along your neck. you tugged your collar up and plastered on what you hoped passed for a normal expression before opening the door.
and promptly felt the ground vanish under you when you saw who was standing outside.
âhey, beautifulâ your boyfriend said.
your mouth went dry. âoh. wow. hiââ
he held up a bouquet. âi realized we didnât really do anything special for valentineâs, and you were so thoughtful with your giftsâŠâ his other hand revealed a small box.
your heart twisted at the sight.
âfigured you deserved something nice after everything youâve done for me.â he opened the box to reveal a delicate necklace, your initial glinting in tiny diamonds. âalso, i wanna take you out todayâ
you swallowed. âitâs... beautiful, thanks.â
âhere.â he stepped forward, gently brushing your hair aside to fasten it around your neck. his fingers grazed your skin then stopped.
âyouâve got a mark,â he said, frowning. his thumb skimmed over the hickey, sending your pulse into overdrive.
âmosquito bite,â you blurted.
he raised an eyebrow. âlooks... aggressive.â
âit was a big mosquito,â you managed with a nervous laugh.
âmassive, actuallyâ came jenoâs voice.
you turned just as he was descending the stairs, towel-drying his face and now dressed inâŠgod help you, only sweatpants. fresh hickeys also peppered his collarbone and chest.
your boyfriendâs smile tightened. âhi, man. hope i didnât wake you.â
jeno shrugged. ânah, i was just eating a delicious meal.â his gaze flicked to you with something too close to amusement.
you fought the urge to kick him in the balls. âso! you said something about... going out?â you blurted, trying to shift the topic.
âuh... yeah. a new amusement park opened up nearby. thought we could check it out.â
âsounds amazing! iâm in!â anything to get out of this situation.
âiâll just⊠shower real quick,â you said, stepping back.
âiâll put the flowers in water,â your boyfriend offered, heading toward the kitchen.
as soon as he disappeared, you turned to jeno and hissed, âare you insane?â
he chuckled. âi didnât even do anything.â
âyouâre standing there shirtless covered in hickeys i donât even remember giving you!â you whisper-yelled.
âyeah you went a little crazy, who knew you wanted me this bad?â
you shot him a glare. âthis isnât funny.â
âitâs a little funny.â
you let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing your face. âgod, youâre impossible.â
jeno leaned in just enough for you to feel the warmth of him. âwouldnât be nearly as fun if i wasnât.â
you shook your head and darted upstairs, pulse still racing. what the hell was your life right now?
you gave yourself only twenty minutes to get ready, worried about leaving your boyfriend alone with jeno for too long. god only knew what kind of things jeno might say if left unchecked. you quickly threw on a pair of high-waisted jeans and a knitted sweater, keeping it simple with just a swipe of lip gloss and a touch of mascara.
when you came downstairs, you found them sitting at opposite ends of the couch. jeno was scrolling through his phone, legs spread out, a bored look on his face. your boyfriend was leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, glancing around as if searching for a conversation topic that didnât involve glaring across the room.
âiâm ready,â you announced, trying to break the awkward tension hanging in the air. both boys looked up.
you noticed Jeno had changed into fitted jeans and a black t-shirt.
âi hope you donât mind,â your boyfriend said, his smile too stiff to be genuine, âbut i invited jeno to come with us.â
âwhat?â your head snapped to jeno, who didnât even have the decency to look guilty.
âyeah,â jeno said, casually running a hand through his hair. âa few of my friends are heading there too, so i figured we could all hang out.â
âoh⊠how nice,â you muttered through clenched teeth. jeno just smirked, waiting for you to snap in front of your boyfriend but you held back, drawing in a calming breath and turning toward the door instead.
outside, your boyfriend wiped a tiny smudge off the driverâs side door of his car with meticulous care. jeno scoffed audibly.
your boyfriend paused, glancing over his shoulder. âjeno, do you have a car... or do you wanna ride with us?â
âmy carâs in the shop,â Jeno replied without missing a beat.
âoh yeah? what do you drive?â
âa â69 mustang fastback,â jeno said smoothly, shoving his hands in his pockets.
your boyfriendâs lips parted slightly. you knew he was impressedâhe loved carsâand even if he tried to play it cool, the way his eyes widened gave him away. âthatâs a classic. was it your dadâs?â
ânope.â jeno grinned. âsaved up since high school and bought it myself at the barrett-jackson auction last year.â
your boyfriendâs eyebrows shot up. âthatâs... actually really impressive.â
yeah, jeno thought, satisfaction bubbling in his chest. he lived for moments like this, when people looked at him like he was something special. he just couldnât let it slip that his dad had footed most of the bill for the carâs custom work. it wasnât like he asked for that help, but there was no way he was turning it down either. and he sure as hell wasnât about to admit that in front of your boyfriend. not when the guy was looking at him with something close to respect. honestly, jeno kind of liked having that edge over him.
you could practically see the mental competition unfolding in front of you. jeno stood there like heâd just scored a point, while your boyfriendâs jaw tightened, clearly thinking of how to reclaim the upper hand.
âare you guys done with the dick-measuring contest, or should i grab a ruler?â you asked, arms crossed.
jeno laughed under his breath. your boyfriend glanced away, muttering, âyeah, yeah, letâs go.â
the ride was somehow worse than you expected. normally, when youâd ride with your boyfriend, the car was filled with pleasant conversation. heâd ask about your day and tell you about his⊠but now, with jeno in the backseat, the air felt suffocating. not even the faint music playing on the radio could ease your discomfort.
âwere you sleeping before i came?â your boyfriend asked, glancing at you briefly before focusing back on the road.
you tensed. sleeping? far from it. youâd most definitely come before he arrived, and now your face burned with the memory. you shot a quick look over your shoulder at jeno, hoping to gauge if he was going to say something incriminating. he was scrolling through his phone, but the corner of his mouth curled up in that stupid smirk of his.
âuh⊠no,â you said, clearing your throat. âi couldnât sleep very well last night, so i just had an early breakfast.â
âah,â your boyfriend hummed. âand your parents are back sunday, right?â
âyeah,â you replied, grateful for the change in subject.
the silence that followed wasnât comfortable. your boyfriend tapped the steering wheel rhythmically, occasionally glancing at you like he was expecting conversation but you were too busy trying not to spontaneously combust from how tense everything felt.
he reached over and turned on the carâs bluetooth. âletâs put on some music,â he muttered, scrolling through his playlist. he settled on a song, and you relaxed until you recognized the beat a split second before the lyrics started.
"thoughts of you keep me up at night..."
heat immediately started creeping up your neck. of all the songs... and of all the lyrics to play right now.
"i think about all of the ways you turn me on... and my bed gets lonely whenever youâre gone..."
you stiffened, eyes wide as you stared out the window. you could feel jenoâs gaze burning into the side of your face, and when you dared to glance back, you saw his eyes fixed on you, an eyebrow raised like this was the funniest thing to ever happen. your boyfriend, oblivious to the lyrical implications, simply tapped along to the beat.
you reached for the phone. âletâs put something elseââ
âwhat? you donât like this song?â your boyfriend asked, glancing at you with a smile.
âitâs⊠justââ you floundered. jeno chuckled under his breath.
your boyfriend shot him a look through the rearview mirror probably wondering what he meant.
you squeezed your eyes shut, praying for the ground to swallow you whole. why did the drive feel like it was taking forever?
when you arrived at the amusement park, you were pleasantly surprised to see jenny and natty waiting near the entrance, drinks already in hand.
âweâre the masterminds behind this whole thing, by the wayâ jenny grinned, looping her arm through yours when you reached her.
âyeah,â Natty added, slipping in on your other side. âwe told him he was an idiot for not doing something nice for you on saturday, so this is his redemption, and weâre here as the judges.â
the revelation shouldâve surprised youâmaybe even disappointed youâbut it didnât. things with your boyfriend had been...off lately. neither of you was really trying, and you couldnât blame him for that when you werenât putting in much effort yourself.
still, you plastered on a smile. this is supposed to be fun, you reminded yourself. and it was, you went on nearly every ride. your boyfriend, though, wasnât a big fan of fast rides due to his motion sickness, and you didnât miss the way jeno scoffed every time he turned down your suggestions to ride together.
you were heading toward the food stalls when something caught your eye. âooh! letâs do that one!â you pointed to a shabby building draped in fake cobwebs and flickering lights. a crooked sign above the entrance read bloody encounter in dripping red letters.
jenny made a face. âwhy would you willingly do that to yourself?â
âcome on,â you urged, tugging her arm. âitâll be fun! i saw a video of it on instagram! it looks insane.â
âthatâs exactly why i donât want to go,â jenny shot back, glancing warily at the entrance.
natty, wide-eyed, whispered, âhave you seen that movie where a group of friends goes into a haunted house, and thereâs an actual killer inside?â
âthatâs literally a movie,â you said, but your attempt at sounding confident fell flat when natty added, âit was based on real-life events.â
you rolled your eyes but glanced over your shoulder at your boyfriend trailing behind. he looked at the ride and grimaced.
âeh... i donât know, babe,â he said, rubbing the back of his neck. âyou know i hate this kind of stuff.â
you visibly deflated and before you could respond, another voice cut in. âiâll go with you,â jeno said, stepping forward, hands stuffed into his pockets.
âIââ you started to object, nerves twisting in your stomach. jeno? alone? no way. that felt like walking into a trap. âwerenât you going to meet up with your friends?â you tried, hoping to backpedal.
âthey texted that they got a flat on the way here, so itâll be a while before they arriveâ he shrugged.
âyou two have fun,â jenny said, already pulling natty away. âweâll grab food in the meantime.â natty threw you a look that screamed good luck before disappearing into the crowd.
your boyfriend lingered. âyou sure youâre gonna be okay?â he asked, eyes darting to jeno, whose expression remained unreadable except for the subtle roll of his eyes.
âyeah,â you lied, forcing a reassuring smile. âiâll be fine. see you in a bit.â
stepping through the entrance, you were swallowed by darkness. the air was thick with the artificial scent of fog machines and that weird plasticky smell of cheap props. distorted laughter and screams echoed through the narrow halls, looping over speakers that crackled with static.
beside you, jeno looked about as thrilled as someone waiting in line at the dmv. he glanced around, gaze skimming lazily over the walls. "spooky," he deadpanned.
"wow, you're really committing to the whole fun-hater thing," you shot back, glancing over your shoulder. you knew something was about to jump out, it was just a matter of when. "if you hate this so much, why'd you come?"
âfigured your dumbass boyfriend wouldnât,â he shrugged, mouth quirking into something between a smirk and a sneer. "someone had to make sure you didnât cry."
âexcuse meââ
BANG!
a hidden panel to your left slammed open and a clown with cracked white paint on its face and red bulging eyes lunged out, blaring a horn right in your face. your soul practically left your body as you screamed and instinctively grabbed onto the nearest thing which, unfortunately, was jeno.
he didnât even flinch, his arm simply went around your shoulders, comforting you even as your heart tried to beat out of your chest. you looked up, breath catching when you met his gaze. his eyes flicked down to where you were clutching his hoodie before lifting back to yours.
you pushed away, but his hand didnât fall away immediately. it trailed from your shoulder down to the small of your back, you felt his warmth seep through the fabric of your sweater.
"so," he drawled, "should i hold your hand for the rest of this?"
âi swear to godâŠâ
ââbecause i donât mindâ
âkeep talking and iâll feed you to the next clown,â you shot back.
he snorted. "like youâd make it through this without me."
you flipped him off without looking back, which earned a low chuckle in response. you stalked ahead, determined to focus on not tripping over the uneven floor, but his footsteps stayed close behind. annoyingly close.
the mirror maze was where things went downhill. everywhere you turned, warped reflections of you and jeno stretched and twisted in the glass. dark shapes flickered just out of sight, and the speakers just made everything worse by echoing whispers that felt like they were breathing down your neck.
your reflection twisted, making your head look three times too big. jeno snorted. âlook, they got your good side.â
âbite meâ you said, peering around a corner. your reflection multiplied into a dozen versions of you, all looking equally pissed.
âtempting,â he muttered, mostly to himself.
jenoâs fingers suddenly wrapped around your wrist and he tugged you in the opposite direction.
âitâs this way,â he said.
âhow would you know?â
âweâve been stuck in here for like ten minutes,â he cut in. âyouâre clearly not the best guide.â
you bit your tongue, resisting the urge to snap back.
jeno pointed at a door partially concealed by a tangle of fake cobwebs. âthatâs gotta be the exit.â
âthat looks deliberately hidden,â you said, eyeing it warily. something about it seemed off.
âwell,â he shrugged, âeither we try that or we keep wandering in circles. your call.â
fine. you followed him, trustingâagainst better judgmentâthat his instincts were better than yours.
they werenât.
the door creaked open to reveal a forgotten section of the attraction with dust-covered boxes, broken props tossed in corners, and walls lined with peeling fake blood. the air smelled like damp cardboard and stale fog machine fluid.
â...okay,â he said, unfazed. âso not the exit.â
âwow. color me shocked.â
he shot you a look. âdidnât hear you coming up with better options.â
you rolled your eyes and turned back to the door. âwhatever, letâs justââ
it didnât budge. frowning, you tried again, putting more weight into it. nothing.
your pulse quickened. âuh... jeno?â
âwhat?â
âthe doorâs stuck.â
âjust turn the handleââ
âi am!â frustration and panic crept into your voice. âi know how to open a damn door!â
âmove.â he gently nudged you aside, grabbing the handle. he twisted while shoving his shoulder into it but the door held firm â...shit.â
your stomach dropped. this wasnât funny anymore. âno, no, no⊠this canât be happening.â you raked a hand through your hair.
jeno stepped back, scanning the room like there might be another way out. âitâs gotta be part of the attraction⊠like some escape room orâŠâ
âyeah? you really think theyâd make a whole escape room and hide it behind a side door that was clearly not supposed to be opened?â your voice cracked, breath coming quicker now.
he glanced at you, expression shifting. âhey.â his tone dropped, calmer. âdonât freak out.â
easy for him to say. your brain was already spiraling. you were locked in some creepy back room of a haunted house... with him.
you leaned back against the door, shutting your eyes as you tried to calm your racing heart.
âdo you have your phone?â you asked, voice tight as you pushed away from the door and walked toward him.
he patted his back pocket and pulled out his phone, holding it up before showing the dead screen. âno battery.â
you let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing your temples. âof course.â
âthe staff will probably notice we never came out,â he said, glancing around the dimly lit room. âtheyâll be looking for us soon.â
âi didnât even see anyone else besides that clown,â you muttered. âthis is what i get for coming in here with you.â
âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â his voice dropped a note lower, and when you looked up, heâd stepped closer. your back nearly hit the door again, tension sparking between you like static electricity.
âyouâve clearly upset some kind of energy around me, and thatâs why all these things keep happening,â you snapped, trying to push away the sudden awareness of how little space there was between your bodies.
âare you being for real right now?â he chucked bitterly, dark eyes flicking to your lips for a fraction of a second before meeting your eyes again. âyouâve been writing dirty fantasies about me for months but iâm the one somehow upsetting your energy?â
heat surged to your face, both from anger and embarrassment. âand thatâs all they were! fantasies!â you shot back, voice rising. âi never wanted you to read those.â your breath came quicker. his proximity was messing with your ability to think straight.
âyeah?â he leaned in, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath. the playful glint in his eyes burned away, leaving something far more dangerous. âyou say that like you didnât mean every goddamn word.â
your fingers curled into fists at your sides. "is now really the time for this?"
âhow come my presence didn't bother you when my mouth was between your legs?â he growled.
your hand shot up, ready to shove him away but he caught your wrist, pinning it above your head. your heart kicked into overdrive.
ânot here,â you breathed, but it was weak, barely convincing.
ânobodyâs around,â he rasped, chest flush against yours. âand you donât really want me to stop.â
his lips dragged along your neck greedily, teeth scraping your skin before his tongue soothed the sting. your knees nearly gave out.
âjenoâfuckâwe canât,â you gasped, even as your hips arched toward him, desperate for friction.
âiâm sure i can make you cum before anyone shows up,â he promised, voice like rough velvet.
then he grabbed your thigh, hauling your leg around his waist and shoving his hips against you. the contact had you gasping, heat blooming everywhere at once. his grip was bruising, grounding you and shattering you all at once.
âyou have no ideaââ his breath was ragged, words spoken between gritted teeth, ââhow fucking hard it was to sit back and watch you with him. i wanted to drag you away and remind you exactly whose tongue had you shaking mere hours ago.â
that snapped something inside you. your fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him in as his mouth crashed against yours. his hips rolled, grinding against you in rough motions that stole every coherent thought from your brain.
you should stop. you should care about where you were or the fact that your boyfriend was waiting for you outside, but the way he was touching you, kissing you, claiming you.
he pressed you hard against the wall, hands pulling at your sweater with urgency. the second it was off, his mouth was on you, sucking against the lace of your bra. his groan was barely controlled.
âfuck, so fucking perfect,â he muttered, his words shaky. his gaze was hungry as he tore your bra off, his lips tracing the curve of your chest.
his mouth found your nipple, sucking hard. your back arched and a gasp slipped from you.
âgod, perfect tits,â he growled. his hands were shaking now, and there was no control in his voice, just raw need.
without warning, he pulled your pants off, almost knocking you off balance. you barely steadied yourself before he turned you around, shoving you forward. Your hands gripped the wall for support, and you felt him push his erection against your ass.
âfuck, gonna make you feel so good. better than your fingers ever could. let me fill you upâ he groaned, his voice desperate. you could feel how hard he was even through his jeans.
you bit your lip, refusing to let him have the satisfaction of knowing just how much you wanted him. before you could look back, his hand was on your jaw, turning your head to face forward.
âbe good and iâll let you look,â he growled, his breath hot against your ear.
he pulled your panties aside, the fabric stretching tight against you. it felt like it might snap any second, but before the thought could even settle, his finger was buried in your folds. the cool touch of his rings against your heat made you gasp, your body shuddering in response.
âoh god,â you mewled.
if your mind was clear enough to process anything, youâd laugh at how absurd this was. your fantasies, the ones youâd written about in your blog, were unfolding before your eyes, all within a day.
âbarely even touched you, and youâre already dripping like this?â his voice was laced with amusement, though there was a growl beneath it.
âjeno, please donât⊠tease me.â the words barely left your mouth, a plea you couldnât hold back.
he smirked, his thumb brushing over your sensitive spot as he circled your clit. âi thought you were the one who didnât want to do this here,â he taunted.
âplease,â you whispered, barely able to form a coherent thought.
he chuckled, drawing another slow circle, teasing you, making you ache. every motion of his finger made your body respond, pushing your hips back instinctively. âso eager,â he muttered, his mouth hot against your shoulder.
his finger plunged inside you, and before you could adjust, another joined. he pulled them out slowly, spreading the slickness of your folds across your skin, making you squirm in desperation. you felt the pressure of his cock growing against your ass, and you clenched around his fingers, your walls yearning for more.
âready for me, baby?â his voice was low, dark, almost a growl, and you nodded, mind too fogged to say anything.
he spread your legs wider, forcing you open for him, giving him better access. you felt the tip of his cock swipe against your folds, teasing the entrance, and you couldnât help but steal a glance down. his pre-cum smeared against you, mixing with your slickness.
âwhen iâm done with you, you wonât even remember who came before meâŠâ his words were gruff, hot against your hair.
and then, just like that, he thrust inside. you heard him inhale sharply as your gummy walls welcomed him, stretching around him, pulling him deeper. he felt thick, too thick, and you werenât sure if he was all the way in, but the fullness was overwhelming. his body pushed against yours, your legs trembling under the weight of him, but he wasnât stopping.
one hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as jeno continued to push deeper. your moans grew louder, and with each thrust your inhibition was slipping away. it felt too good to care about being caught, to think about anything else but the feeling of being so full.
but then, just as you were losing yourself completely, the sound of footsteps and distant voices jerked you back to reality.
âguys, they probably already came out,â you recognized jennyâs voice, and you froze.
ây/n isnât picking up her phone,â your boyfriendâs voice followed, too close, so close you could practically feel him in the room.
you pushed weakly against jeno, trying to make him pull out, but he wasnât paying attention. instead, he thrust into you again, harder, his cock pressing into you so deeply that you bit your tongue to hold back the moan threatening to slip out.
âthatâs cause i have it,â nattyâs voice rang out, innocently. âshe gave it to me when she went on the roller coaster earlier.â
jenoâs hand moved to cover your mouth, muffling the sounds you couldnât stop from escaping. he continued to pound into you, relentless, while pulling you flush against his chest, his pace steady but punishing. panic clawed at your throat as your breath quickened.
âwhen were you gonna tell us that...?â jennyâs voice sounded sharp, you could even picture the scowl that came with it.
âdid you try jeno?â your boyfriend asked, the concern in his tone making the situation even more unbearable.
âwe donât have his phone number,â natty replied casually.
âi do,â Jenny said, her voice almost sheepish.
jenoâs hips stuttered for a brief moment, the pace slowing as he briefly pulled away from you. you thought he was stopping but before you could even react, he spun you around, forcing you to face him. his forehead glistened with sweat, his lips swollen from how hard heâd bitten them, his breath labored.
âwhat? since when?â natty asked, her voice sounding confused but amused.
âi stole it from y/nâs phone,â jenny muttered quickly. âdonât tell her, though.â
before you could even process her words, jeno thrust back into you, pressing you into the wall with each brutal stroke. the wall rattled violently with every movement and you could barely form the words to warn him.
âj-jeno, stop⊠they⊠theyâre gonna hear us,â you gasped. your whole body felt like it was being torn apart in the best way, but the fear of being caught made it impossible to enjoy it fully.
âlet them,â he growled against your ear, his grip tightening on your waist. âlet your boyfriend know iâm the only one who can make you cum.â
you couldnât help the loud whimper that came out when he said that.
âdid you guys hear that?â your boyfriendâs voice rang out, sharp with suspicion.
your eyes widened in sheer panic, your body stiffening around jeno. but instead of stopping, he only smirked, still buried deep inside you. the bastard was enjoying this.
his hand trailed down, fingers finding your clit, and the second he started rubbing tight circles, your head lolled back involuntarily. another strangled whimper escaped before you could stop it. the feeling of his fingers working you over while he continued driving into you relentlessly had you seeing white.
âwhat?â natty asked, her voice tinged with unease.
jeno didnât stop, his movements staying controlled except for the way his breath hitched when your walls fluttered around him. his lips parted slightly, a muscle in his jaw twitching as he fought to keep from moaning out loud.
âit sounded like⊠a person?â your boyfriend said, his voice closer now.
your head snapped up in terror, eyes locking onto jenoâs, silently pleading with him to stop. but he wasnât even looking at you. his teeth were digging into his lower lip, dark eyes fixed on where your bodies were joined, watching the way he disappeared inside you over and over again.
âitâs probably just the scary audio replaying on the speakers,â Jenny suggested.
âand that rattling sound?â
jenoâs eyes flicked up at that, finally registering your panic. without pulling out, he wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you off the wall effortlessly, carrying you a few paces away before pressing you down onto an old, dusty table.
before you could even think to protest, he shoved your knees up and entered you again, deeper this time, making you arch off the surface with a muffled cry. your teeth sank into the flesh of your hand to keep the noises in.
the table creaked with each sharp thrust, dust kicking up into the air around you. tears pricked your eyes, whether from pleasure, mortification, or both, you werenât sure.
âmaybe rats or something,â jenny suggested, her voice fading as she moved further away. âwho cares? letâs just go. theyâre not here anymore.â
the moment the voices started retreating, jeno leaned over you.
âwe almost got caught,â he whispered, his teeth grazing your earlobe â...and youâre still fucking dripping around me.â
you didn't even get to feel embarrassed by his words because soon he was already moving again harder, deeper, like he needed to make up for the interruption. the table kept creaking under the force of his thrusts, and your fingers scrambled for something to hold onto.
when you looked down, your breath hitched at the sight of his cock drilling into you over and over, slick coating both of you in a wet mess. you were mesmerized by the sharpness of his hip bones, the way his veins bulged with every flex of his muscles.
you wanted to touch. you needed to.
your fingers twitched with the urge. why is he still so covered? youâd seen him shirtless before, had spent far too long secretly admiring the cut of his abs, but seeing and feeling were entirely different. you wanted to feel them ripple under your hands, to feel the heat of his skin against your palms.
driven by that need, you pushed up on your elbows, reaching for the hem of his shirt. he didnât stop you, just watched with dark eyes and parted lips as you dragged the fabric up, exposing smooth skin and the taut muscles beneath. your fingers splayed over his stomach, feeling how hard he was clenching, how his body responded to you.
jeno tensed the moment your hands made contact with his skin, a sharp inhale hissing through his teeth. his hips faltered for a second before slamming back into you with even more force. your breath stuttered, and when you looked up, his eyes were already locked onto yours, pupils blown wide with something wild.
suddenly, he leaned forward and his lips crashed into yours, all-consuming. a deep grunt rumbled from his chest as he licked into your mouth, greedy and desperate, sucking at your tongue like he couldnât get enough of your taste. you gasped, clutching at his shoulders, your fingers digging into the sweaty skin under his shirt.
he groaned against your lips, voice ragged. âyouââ another thrust, deeper this time, knocking the air from your lungs. ââare driving me fucking crazy.â
you felt your orgasm building fast, your breath catching as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach. words tumbled out of your mouth, barely coherent, dissolving into soft gasps as your body clenched around him. jeno moaned against your lips, his hand sliding back to your chest, fingers toying with your nipple. his hips didnât slow, driving into you with almost manic thrusts that had your head spinning.
âfuck, iâm close,â he breathed out, voice rough in your ear. âwhere do you want it?â
you blinked through the pleasure, brain too sluggish to register the question. when it did, warmth flooded your cheeks. you were on the pill and the thought of him stuffing you up with his cum, just like youâd written about, made your walls flutter instinctively. âinside,â you said, voice barely above a whisper.
jenoâs jaw flexed, his gaze darkening. âyeah?â his pace quickened, rougher now, his lips brushing against your neck. âcouldnât wait for me to fill you up, hm?â his words melted into a groan when you clenched around him.
âjenoâiââ the rest of the sentence dissolved into a cry as your orgasm crashed over you violently. your body arched into him, trembling.
he wasnât far behind. you felt his rhythm stutter before warmth flooded you, his hips pressing deep as he let out a low, drawn-out moan. his lips found yours again, kissing you slowly, even as both of you tried to catch your breath.
when he finally pulled back, his gaze held yours for a while. you wanted to ask what he was thinking, but the words stuck in your throat.
you felt him slip out of you along with the slow drip of hia cum trailing down your thighs. he reached for your discarded underwear, swiping it between your legs with surprising gentleness before, without hesitation, tucking it into his back pocket.
âheyââ you started to protest, but the look he shot you shut you up fast. apparently, those were his now.
a few quiet minutes passed, both of you fixing your clothes, when the door groaned open. you flinched as an older staff member peeked in, eyes widening upon spotting you two.
âwhat on earth are you two doing in here?â
you quickly stepped forward, feigning wide-eyed innocence. âso sorry, sir! we got lost trying to find the exit, and then the door jammed. thank you for helping usâ
âyeah. whereâs the way out?â jeno added, right behind you.
âjust head left twice. youâll see the exit sign.â the man shook his head, muttering something under his breath as he waved you off.
âthanks again!â you called, already pulling jeno with you. once outside, the cool night air hit your flushed skin, and you wrapped your arms around yourself with a shiver.
âif weâd followed my directions,â you said, glancing sideways at him, âwe wouldâve been out a while ago.â
jenoâs jacket appeared over your shoulders before you could argue further. âyeah,â he smirked, eyes glinting under the neon lights. âbut then we wouldnâtâve had all that fun, would we?â
pairing. step-dad Johnny x step-daughter female reader
genre. arrest me daddy officer AU, cop Johnny, angst, M/F, pwp, one shot
warnings. age gap(y/n: 18, Johnny: 38), y/n is manipulative(and has extremely unhealthy coping mechanisms), multiple hook ups, death mentioned, y/n dealing with the loss of her mother by acting out, peeping, boxer-brief snatching, side characters: Jaemin Jeno Jungwoo, this gets pretty nasty. smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.
word count. 16k+
now playing. Agora Hills//Doja Cat
smut warnings. dom/sub dynamics, masturbation, stepcest, loss of virginity, heavy on size difference, daddy kink/use of âdaddyâ + pet names, dry(wet) humping, fingering, face fucking, face slapping, squirting, possessiveness, overstimulation, spitting, choking, handcuff use, multiple orgasms, sex in public, rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding, etc
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Thereâs no denying how hard this year has been, each day feels more and more like a battle. Itâs hard to wake up, hard to put a brush through your hair, hard to bother with putting away your laundry. Little things really, they feel meaningless, everything generally feels meaningless.
âHey, itâs already half past noon and you havenât eaten anything yet.â
Concern rings between each word, dragging your body to the side to blink your eyes open and peer over to where he stands. Thereâs those same eyes that droop at the corners, never bright or optimistic anymore. They used to hold a softness, love, adoration, never toward you romantically, but still enough to make you feel special.Â
You are special to him though, thatâs why heâs concerned. Even when he has to look away, maybe because you remind him too much of her. Of the woman you both loved more than anything, the loss you both continue to suffer from.Â
âNot hungry.â You mutter, pulling your blanket on tighter as soft fabric rubs against your hips and sets off warmth between your chest.
He sighs, head knocking on the door frame. âYou know, I wonât let you deteriorate, your mom wouldââ
âMomâs not here.â You say, cutting him off. A small pang of guilt hits when he nods solemnly, chin tucked to his chest without looking at you again.
âFine. Have it your way.â Letting go of your door handle, he shrugs and shakes his head. âIâll leave my card and cash out on the counter if you change your mind and get hungry later. Have to get ready for work, Iâll be home late so donât.. worry about me.â
Youâd be lying if you said you wonât worry. You always worry. Always fear the thought of receiving a late night call that he didnât make it, that heâs on his deathbed hooked up to life support leaving his fate in your hands. Instead you nod and barely raise your fingers out of your blanket to wave goodbye.
Itâs always the same routine when he has these night shifts. Pester you about eating, about getting some fresh air, doing something productive with your free vacation time, just being a damn nuisance you donât want to deal with. You have to get through it, act like you donât care too much, keep up a calm facade despite the anxious way your heart begins to race.
Itâs been weeks of planning, trying to figure out what it would take to make your sweet nurturing step-father finally snap.Â
Jaemin: Swing by to get you tonight around 10?
Yeah. That should be late enough, and from the clues youâve gathered, you know exactly where to go.
The sound of the shower turning on from the master bedroom alerts your ears, jumping out of bed and into your slippers to tiptoe down the hall and twist your momâs key through the lock to allow yourself in. Itâs lucky youâd found it mixed in with a bunch of her items, making it easy to pocket and hide in case youâd ever need it.
Heâs already inside of the shower by the time youâve rounded the corner and crouched down by the connected bathroom door. It gets steamy, but the glass still clears up enough to take in his long muscular legs, sleek lean back, thick arms curling up to run shampoo through his hair.
Itâs different today, having to cover your mouth to hold in your gasp when you spot him leaned back against the wall. His eyes are shut tight, sharp eyebrows furrowed together frustratedly, arm jerking furiously. The fog clears up along the glass with each hit of water, making the view of his large hand stroking up and down his length vividly clear.Â
To your surprise, he never brings anyone home. Many would consider him to be a young handsome eligible bachelor still, a good career, attractive face, fit body. You certainly wouldnât be shocked if he decided to start dating again. The sad truth is you often find your step-father still mourning the loss you both took. He cries through the night, wakes up with swollen eyes and dark circles, he plays it off and puts on a smile for your sake but his pain is evident.Â
Itâs hard to watch him struggle. The way he pulls on his cock seems painful, writing his internal guilt with each whimper and groan that squeezes from his tucked in lips. He doesnât want you to hear him, he doesnât want to experience pleasure through his pain. Doesn't think he deserves it.
You wonder what brought this on, what set him off enough to finally break the silent celibacy pact you assume heâs held himself accountable to. Todayâs different from the way he barely touches his cock whenever washing suds off his body, scrubbing himself clean in such a robotic way without any expression.Â
Sliding onto your knees, you have to adjust the oversized boxers hanging from your hips, rolling them up tighter to squeeze around your middle. He hasnât mentioned anything about his underwear going missing yet, hasnât had the nerve to question you about the different items from his closet that he canât recall seeing for weeks now. Itâd be too weird to suspect his step-daughter of invading his privacy and personal belongings while at work.Â
Johnnyâs always been too nice to ever think you could do anything wrong. Not you, not with the angelic side of yourself you grace him with. Itâs almost too easy messing with him, rolling around on his freshly washed sheets when he leaves for work, spraying his cologne on your pillows to feel closer to him.
He wonât say anything even if he notices a familiar print of his underwear peeking out from your pajama bottoms.
âShit.â You murmur, pushing back on your legs to inconspicuously crawl your way out before he can exit the bathroom. Too fast to sneak out to take in the evident failure pulling his cheeks down into a frown.
Johnnyâs lonely, heâs real lonely, and you can fix that. You want to fix that.
A knock rasps down your door minutes later, halting your hand from traveling past the waistband of your stolen boxers after burrowing back inside of your bed. âIâll be heading out now, if you need anything Iâm only a phone call away.âÂ
Staying silent for a moment, you decide to get up and listen at the door for his breathing. Keeping your movements light enough to not make the floor creak as you make your way over. His breath comes out evenly, fingers tapping a couple of times along the doorbed before he lets out a quiet sigh and turns to leave.Â
Itâs better for him to believe that you went back to sleep, lessen any possible suspicion, cover your ass if you ever fuck up and accidentally leave evidence. Heâs too good at his job.
The cop car stays parked across the street from your house most days when heâs working a lot, not helping the ongoing joke you hear about how your step-dad does that on purpose to ward away the men who want to date you. For the most part it worked too, living by his rules to focus on your education throughout high school and not waste your time fucking around with teenage boys.
Times have changed though, and with this year long break you both agreed would be best for your mental health, you have gotten bored.
Beyond bored.Â
Sneaking over to your window, you watch as he takes one last glance back at the house before getting inside of the car. Heâs handsome as ever in that stupid pig uniform, the halster cinching his waist in further really accentuating his build.
Jaemin: Your step-dadâs not roaming the streets tonight by chance?Â
Watching his car drive off you reply with an angel emoji, exclaiming how excited you are to get out.
âIâll see you later Johnny.â
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âDidnât think youâd ever agree to going out with me.â Jaemin grins from ear to ear. Rounding his car to get the passenger door opened for you.Â
âDonât be so modest, you know Iâm into you.â You say flirtatiously, settling into the car seat. His eyebrows raise, grabbing onto the roof of the car to duck his head inside.Â
âYou seem to be into a lot of guys.â
Thatâs true, you canât lie about that. Opting to offer him a coy smile, you shrug and tap the tip of his nose. âAnd youâre at the top of that list.â
Scrunching his nose back at you, he nods acceptingly. âNot only that, but your dadââ
âStep dad.â Youâre fast to correct, clearing your throat. âHeâs not my father.â
âRight, that, well..â Jaemin stands up straight, cooling his hands off on his jeans from the hot car roof. âIsnât he like, a cop?â
âYeah, so what?â
âThought you told Haechan last semester that youâre not allowed to date..â walking around, he gets into the driver seat and reaches over to buckle your seatbelt. âDidnât you say thatâs his rule? Your step dad?â
âYou sure do have a lot of questions, Jaemin.â
âIâm not trying to piss off a cop.â He chuckles, gripping onto the steering wheel. âSilly if you ask me. Youâre 18, he canât expect you to stay abstinent until marriage.â
âWell he does.âÂ
âOh.â
âAnd I donât care.â Leaning over the middle, you grip onto his thigh. âRight now all I care about is you and me.â
Jaeminâs mouth falls open with a hidden smile, eyeing your hand inching up his thigh. âSomeoneâs eager.â
âLetâs go to Agora Hills.â
âWhat??â Snapping his head up, he stares at you with blown out wide eyes. âOh I thoughtââ
âYou thought wrong, letâs go.â
Slowly nodding, he releases the brake to pull out of your street. Shaking off his shock as he pulls onto the freeway toward the notorious spot up in the mountains. âWell, if I had known, I wouldn't have made a reservation for us at that new Italian pizza spot.â
âNot really hungry,â you shrug, gripping at his inner thigh. âNot for food anyway.â
Jaeminâs eyebrows raise all the way up, a grin spreading on his face as he steps down on the gas pedal and switches to the fast lane. âDonât think Iâve ever made it out here this fast.â
Directing him to park off in the more secluded area, you smirk and push your way past him to the backseat. âLetâs not waste time.â You say with a wink over your shoulder at him. âIâm so wet already.â
âFuck.â He practically howls, using the door to get out and climb into the backseat with you. âYou really werenât playing with me with all those slutty pictures, huh?â
âWant you so much.â You say huskily, climbing onto his lap before he can fully even settle into the backseat. âAll I can think about.â
Jaeminâs state of shock canât leave him fast enough, groping his palms up and down your sides. He grabs onto your hips and squeezes, hissing between his teeth. âFuck, youâre so sexy. Been waiting for you to be legal ever since I saw you last summer at my little broâs party.â
Thatâs when it all started. Last summer when Jisung invited you to his graduation party. The group of guys youâd come to know as his older brother and college friends couldnât take their perverse eyes off of you. The appeal of your innocence had struck a nerve for every single one of them, desperate to stay in touch with the forbidden fruit they knew better than to dare to take a bite of.
âYouâve been so good,â you hum, grabbing onto his bare biceps. Gripping the smooth soft skin between your digits. âSo patient, waiting for me like such a good boy.â
Jaeminâs head falls back against the seat, front teeth exposed between his plump pink lips. Thick eyelashes fanning heavily over his lust-filled gaze. âYou still a virgin?â He questions curiously, sliding his hands beneath your baggy t-shirt. âNever heard a virgin talk like that..â
âI watch a lot of porn.â You say cheekily, running the tip of your nose against his. âAnd Iâm so fucking horny.â
Jaeminâs throat bobs, hips jerking up under yours. âFuck, youâre seriously something.â
To reaffirm that, you roll your hips down against his. Building up a fast and hard rhythm against his crotch. âDidnât Jisung tell you about me? I gave him his first blow job.â
Letting out a howling laugh, he cups over your bra and squeezes your breasts. âOf course you did, that little fucker canât believe he never mentioned it.â
âSo greedy, wanted to keep me allll to himself.â You moan, wrapping around his built shoulders. âFuck, that feels good.â Grinding down your hips faster, you fall into a rapid bouncing motion. Assisted by his large palms clutching your hips to rock you up and down his clothed hard-on even faster.
âBet you can cum like this, nasty slut.â He pants between his teeth. Hammering his hips up to meet your middle with each slam against his cock. âFuck youâre really dripping baby.â
The flimsy pajama shorts you snuck out in hardly do anything to conceal the thin material of underwear plastered to your cunt. Soaked through and pressed directly against Jaeminâs sweats as your shorts move to one side and fully expose your panties. âMaking a mess all over me.â
Biting down hard on your lip, you nod against his forehead and swallow down throaty whimpers. âMore more, gimme more!â
Jaemin slinks down into the backseat more, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist. He pulls you to his chest and rams his hips up faster. The sound of your covered bodies slamming down on each other fills the car between groans and stuck inhales of breath. Digging your nails into his shoulders as the friction builds and rubs your underwear against your clit painfully. âAh! T-that hurts!â You whine, not stopping your lower half from fucking dowm against the material of his drenched sweats. âYouâre so big!â
âFuck, ah yeah.â He grunts, reaching lower to bury his hands inside the back of your shorts and grab onto your ass. âG-gonna fill you up so fucking good baby. Make you take my cock like a real whore.â
âAh, please please.â Scrabbling at his chest, you circle your hips down with rabid need. Pressing your clothed clit right against his throbbing length to reach your orgasm. Sucking at his bottom lip, he concentrates on rolling you up and down on his size. Jerking up each time your pulse against his cock.
âFuck yeah baby, just like that.â He nearly drools, shoving your shirt up with one hand to place his palm against your stomach. âFaster!â
Getting his other hand on your lower back, he ruts you against him vigorously. Mouth hung open as pre-cum drips out of his cock and makes his boxers sticky.Â
âAh!â Falling against him, you tremble and wrap your weak hold onto his thick biceps. âIâmâIâmââ
Jaemin sits the both of you up straight again, jabbing his cock between your ruined panties. âGood fucking whore.â
âFuck, ahh!â
Shaky hands run up his shoulders to his neck. Latching your lips onto his for a kiss that turns hungry within seconds. Seeking out each otherâs taste through your release spilling out onto his groin. He licks at every crevice, sucking your tongue to steal your moan as he continues to fuck your clothed cunt after youâve finished.
âSâtooââ
âShut the fuck up.â He spits, more aggressive as he slaps his hands down on your ass and throws you down against his cock. âMake me cum, virgin slut.â
Lights blare into the rearview window followed by the sound of rubble and rocks under rubber tires coming to a stop nearby. The bang of a door and heavy footsteps play between the sounds of your heavy panting, mixed moans and tongues gliding against each other.Â
âShit babe, stop. Itâs the cops.â He says in a breathy panic, gripping onto your hips with extra strength to stop your grinding. âFuck, what the fuck.â
âOpen up.â A tap tap tap hits against the backseat window, freezing both of you in place. âPolice.â
âShit, shit, oh my God.â Shoving you off, he quickly readjusts his hardened length. Swiping a palm down his face to clean off the sweat dripping down from his hairline. Sitting up and clearing his throat, he rolls down the window with a shaky smile. âOfficer.â
A familiar face pops into view, bending down with his arms rested against the car window. âDo you know that youâre on private propââ
âHi daddy.â
Johnnyâs face goes near white when you sit up behind Jaeminâs broad frame. Speech cut off by his loosened jaw hanging his mouth open.
âAh, fuck.â Jaemin whispers under his breath, scratching at his neck nervously. âOfficer, Iâm sorry, I didnât see any signs.. itâs so dark out here.â
âGet out of the car.â Johnny points at you, directing you toward the door at your side. âNow.â
âOkay.â Hiding a smile, you press to Jaeminâs side to leave a kiss against his ear. âSorry about this, Iâll text you.â
Too afraid to speak, he nudges you away and frantically nods. âJust go, oh my god.â
âUgh.â Rolling your eyes, you slide out of the backseat to be greeted by your step-father half-sat on the trunk of Jaeminâs car. âDidnât know you parole the hills too.â
âI donât normally.â He says much too calmly for your liking. âOfficer that usually does has been on leave because his wife just gave birth. Thatâs why Iâve been working more this last week.â
âOh.â You knew that, of course. Having stood in the hallway sneakily while he went over his extra hours with his lead. âI had no idea this was private property.â
Pushing off the car, he hooks onto your elbow. âLetâs get you home.â
âWhat?â Ripping out of his hold, you shove him away. âIâm on a date.â
âItâs 1 in the morning.â Deep lines resembling whiskers appear on his cheeks, sucking at the backs of his teeth. âNow,â opening up the passenger seat door to his cop car, he tips his chin toward you. âGet in.â
âSuch bullshit.â You mutter, plopping into the cop car petulantly.Â
âLanguage.â Slamming the door shut, he rounds to the driver side, tapping the drunk of Jaeminâs car. âGet out of here boy.â
âYes sir!â He calls out, running back to the front of the car to get his engine warmed up.
âPussy.â You scoff to yourself, turning your torso to glare at your step-father. âThanks for ruining my night.â
âLast I checked, youâre not even supposed to be out this late.â Reaching over to click in your seatbelt, he begins to drive off. âSince when do you sneak out past curfew? Is this something new I should look forward to now that youâre an adult?â
Johnnyâs jaw twitches, tapping along the steering wheel without taking his eyes off the road. Tension between the passenger and driver seat grows thicker by the second, forcing your hands to ball up into tight fists.
âAre you mad at me?â You ask quietly, keeping your gaze lowered to your balled up hands.Â
âNo, Iâm not mad.â He sighs, gripping the wheel tighter. âIs that your boyfriend?â
âHeâs not my boyfriend.â
âOh.â Clearing his throat, he hums and squints. âAre you dating him?â
âNo.â
âRight.â
âYouâre mad.â
âIâm not mad.â He huffs, exiting the freeway that takes you back home. âYou snuck out behind my back to meet some guy that isnât your boyfriend, why would I be mad.â
âWell you have no right to be mad, youâre not my fathââ
âIâm not your father.â Johnny finishes for you, pulling into the same empty spot on the street out in front of your house where he always parks the cop car when heâs working overtime. âBut I am your legal guardian.â
âIâm eighteen.âÂ
âIâm aware, you havenât gone a day without reminding me.â He smiles softly, turning to face you. âListen, Iâm happy to see you out of your room, living life. Even if it means finding you at Agora Hills of all places with some boy.â
âHeâs 21.â You mention to annoy him, unable to catch any sign of change in his calm expression.Â
âYes, I saw his drivers license.â He informs, tight-lipped. âYou still live under my roof and therefore must adhere to my rules.â
âI donât want to.â Crossing your arms over your chest, you slump into the passenger seat. âYour rules are dated and overbearing.â
âOkay, which of my rules would you like to negotiate to change?â
âA ten oâclock curfew is ridiculous, Iâm not a child anymore Johnny.â
âIt is a bit late right now.â Motioning to the time on the car's dash, he runs a hand through his hair. A anxious habit of tugging at the ends. âHow about midnight?â
âThatâs still too early.â
âThatâs two extra hours.â He says firmly. âAnd if youâre going to be out at these late hours with 21 year old men, Iâd like to meet them first. For your safety, Iâm not asking for anything outlandish here.â
âI already told you, heâs just some guy Iâm fucking.â Sitting up, you make sure to emphasize the end of your sentence. âWell, would be fucking right now if you hadnât interrupted.â
Johnny visibly swallows, tucking his bottom lip under the top row of his teeth to not respond abruptly with any anger. âYou canât expect me to be a virgin until I get married, Johnny. Iâm an adult now, I have to go out and explore! Itâs part of growing up!â
âMidnight, and no later. If you plan to stay out any later, I at least want you to come back home where I know youâre safe. And if Iâve already met him, he can even come over.â
âTo my room?â
âWith the door open.â
âCome on man!â Smacking the compartment between you, you lean closer to his face. âWould you rather me run out to Agora Hills every night behind your back to get railed in the backseat of some guyâs car? Or at least come home where you know my whereabouts?â
Pursing his lips tight, he leans away from you. âI have to get back to work, please, donât sneak out again. Weâll discuss this tomorrow.â
Giving him a look that could kill, you grab onto the door handle to exit.Â
âBy the way,â he looks over you much too fast. Turning away, showing off his perfect sharp jawline. âYou can do much better than some 21 year old loser thatâs going to take you out to Agora Hills of all places.â
âWhatever.â Shoving the door open with too much force, you kick it shut like a total brat. âYouâre ruining my life!â Storming to the front door, you glare at him over your shoulder for one more look.
Fuck he always looks so criminally good in his stupid uniform. Another night with your vibrator attached to your clit for hours until you go near blind would have to get you through this, again.
Flipping him off, you slam the door shut behind you and make the walk of shame to your bedroom with clenched thighs. Arguing with your step-dad always managed to get your blood boiling, heat churning through your stomach. He never argues back, never raises his voice at you, hardly ever even displays much of a reaction.
Itâs sickening how watching this big hunk of an authoritarian man act so weak with you always gets you going. Crawling back to your bed, you search for the dildo you purchased using his account to ensure heâd see it in his purchase history. Johnny never said anything, he never does, practically allows you to walk all over him. Especially ever since your mother passed away. As fucked up as it is to take advantage of his kind heart, you canât feel bad.Â
Turning to face your window, you wait for the sound of his engine to exit the street. Sighing to yourself as the buzz between your thighs gets louder and you turn on the highest setting.Â
Youâre going to need it after that.
âââââââââââââ-
âSo what is this? I thought you were dating Jaemin.â
âDating?â You question with raised eyebrows full of sarcasm.Â
âYou know what I mean..â he remarks equally as sarcastically. Leaning against the hood of his car. His baby really.Â
Everyone knows about Jenoâs legendary sports car that he spends hours working on. The exterior beams shinier than any cheek highlighter could ever with the amount of time he spends waxing it. Endless summers of working odd jobs that hired underage teenagers with a permit for some chump change finally garnered him enough to set down a decently size down payment.Â
The ridiculous sports car zooming around your town always seemed to piss off the local police, most specifically your step-father.
âI want you to take me to Agora Hills.â You say cheerfully, tapping at his thick arms crossed over his chest.Â
âPfft, I donât go up there.â
âWhy not?â You pout, making him roll his eyes.
âSo your daddy can prowl my ass and slap me with a ticket? No thanks.â Jeno scoffs, grabbing your wrists before youâre able to smack his biceps again.
âDonât call him that.â Unable to tug yourself out of his grip, you lean in closer to his chest. âHeâs my step-dad.â
âNarc is what he is, I swear that dick head pulls me over at least every other week.â Jeno grunts, tugging your arms down to pull you closer to him, chest to chest. âWe can go to my place, sneak through the back. My parents wonât know youâre there.â
âNooo, I wanna go to Agora Hills.â You whine, continuing to pout with a stomp of your foot. âWanna suck you off in the backseat of your fuck-mobile.â
Jenoâs eyebrow raises, half-laughing with a curious glint in his gaze. âNever heard that one before.â
âYouâve also never given me a taste before.â With a cunning smirk, you press in closer. Teasing his chin with a flick of your tongue. âStop being so selfish.â
âWhatâs with you and that spot? I donât get the big deal.â
âEvery girl wants to lose their virginity up at Agora Hills.â
Jeno seems awestruck for a moment, nudging his nose against your cheek. âYouâre a virgin?â
âDid Jaemin tell you that Iâm not?â
A pleased smirk slowly creeps onto his face, lowering his gaze to your lips. âIf every girl dreams of getting fucked out there, I can only imagine how often you dream about getting fucked in the backseat of my car.â
âLetâs go.â
âââââââââââââ-
âI like your lips.â Jeno leans back against his seat after parking. Slowly dragging his gaze from your eyes to your lip gloss lathered mouth. âBet theyâd look really nice, all swollen and red, wrapped up pretty around my cock.â
Smoothing a hand down his stomach, he runs his bony long digits down the zipper of his jeans. âDo you like sucking cock?â
Heâs already hard, rubbing over the bulge thatâs pressed against his crotch. Lazily teasing at himself as you check him out and your eyes bounce over his lower half. âI havenât.. done it too much.â
âPftt..â his tongue clicks, tracing the outline of his member along the material of his pants. âThatâs a shame.. I like girls with experience.â
âI like to learn.â You say abruptly, dropping your chin shyly. âI may not be experienced but you can teach me how to do whatever you like..â
âAre you asking me to train you?â He asks smuggly, smirking to one side. âTrain you on how to suck my cock?â
âIf thatâs what you want..â
Jeno seems pleased by your response, eyes bouncing and sparkling with intrigue. Seemingly enjoying how embarrassed and humiliated youâve become from his questions. âShow me your tits.â He says flatly, leaning deeper into his seat.Â
Anything Jeno says to you right now has to be done. Youâre here with a mission and itâs to make sure you get caught, even if it means taking off your top. Throwing it aside, you sit up on the passenger seat on your knees. Dragging your hands up your stomach to cup under your bra-clad breasts. Shoving your cleavage up together, bouncing your perky mounds of fat for his enjoyment.
Jeno reaches out to land a slap on one of your tits, humming and moving your hand out of his way to cradle one of your breasts. Sweeping his thumb down, he presses roughly against your nipple. Smoothing his fingers over your chest to squeeze and pinch the hardened bud through the fabric of your bra. âYou have great tits.â He notes, all while focused on your chest. His other hand reaches out so that he can massage both of your breasts. âNice and big.â
Itâs hot in his car now, arching your back forward for him to enjoy your chest more. Nipples tugged at, lowering the cups of your bra underneath your tits so that he can properly flick and squeeze at them. Underwear grows uncomfortably damp pressed against your core, gripping your thighs together harshly to stop yourself from bursting out a tunnel of hot liquid. âLike how I play with your pretty titties?â
âUh-huh..â you mutter quietly, looking down at how large and veiny his hands look while squeezing your fleshy fat. Digging the tips of his fingers into your tits as if youâre some type of stress ball.
âBet theyâd look so good milking my cock.â He hisses between his teeth. âYou wet for me now, pretty girl?â
âY-yes,â you nod eagerly. Throat dry, voice shaky to hold in your moans. He continues to pinch, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
âBet your wet pussyâs throbbing, aching to feel my cock.â He says, hands dropping back to his crotch. Inhales of air fight your dry throat, watching as his hand drags down his zipper once again. Tented large against his tight jeans, he sits up straight and slowly begins to free himself; sucking in a deep breath as he gingerly pulls his cock out.
Heat flushes down your chest, struggling to take your next breath. He strokes once, twice, three times to spread around the precum gathered at his slit. Veiny cock pulsating against his palm with each drag, the glistening head so flushed it looks near red.Â
âYouâre really.. fucking big.â You drool, spit pooled all around your tongue. âI always thought you would be, with how cocky you are.â
âYou talk too much, you know that?â Jeno scoffs, flicking your chin. âShow me that mouth is useful for something more than yapping.â Pinching your chin, he shoves his pants down lower and settles back with his hands behind his head. âYou wanted to suck my dick? Start sucking, and be careful to not use your teeth.â
Dropping your jaw open with a thrilled nod, you bend over to get your mouth positioned above his erect cock. Drooling for a taste with your tongue lolled out over your bottom lip.
Gripping around the base of his size, he slides his other hand into the back of your hair and grips tightly. âKeep those pretty lips open nice and wide for me baby. Lay your cheek down on my thigh like this.â Pulling on your hair, he angles your face to the side so that he can watch the tip of his dick drag along your upper lip. Smearing your glittering lip gloss all over his already shiny cockhead.Â
âYou look so fucking cute like this.â He grins, biting back a groan when you start to flick your tongue out against his slit. âWanna see you take every inch.â
The angles not the best for your neck, especially positioned in his car to not jab your stomach with his shift. You open wide for him to begin feeding his length inside of your mouth. Eyebrows furrowing once he gets a few inches in and you feel a painful stretch pull at your lips. Pushing in past the gagging sounds that reverberate around him, he aids the glide with a press of his hand to the back of your neck. âCome on pretty, take all of it.â
Already taking in loud deep breaths through his nose, he grits his teeth and releases the base of his size. Sliding the last few inches in despite how you choke and tighten up around him. It feels too good to stop now, fucking spit out past your mouth with his thick cock filling you up. The tip meeting his palm laid out on the back of your neck. âSucking dick like a pornstar.â He rasps. Deep tone falling even lower, husky and thick with horny lust.
Gathering a bundle of your hair, he pushes against your stuffed mouth once more. Testing out how much your gag reflex can handle with half of his dick already resting heavy in the back of your throat. The extra gurgle of spit that spills out around him allows his hips to speed up and thrust in and out. Using the extra lubrication to thrust again and again and again. Holding you down roughly as a throaty deep groan exits his lips and you suffocate on his cock. Lurching around the massive intrusion, flailing your hands and slapping his thighs.
âHoly fuck thatâs so good!â Jeno cries out. Lifting his hips off of the car seat as he bottoms out inside of your mouth once again. Tears spring free from your eyes, panting heavily through your nose. The biggest cock youâve ever swallowed fucks your throat hard enough to leave itâs shape behind. The heady scent of tangy ball sweat and soap fills your head, forgetting that youâre here to piss off your step-father as your hair gets pulled at roughly once more.
Wet gagging fills up the car, the sound of skin clashing against skin emitting with the forceful thrusts he delivers. Cum-filled sack slapped against your cheek each time further solidifying what a whore you are right now.Â
Jeno throws his head back letting out another howled moan. Holding your head down and grinding his cock in your throat with circling hips. Agonizing seconds go on like minutes, and all you can do is swallow and heave around him. Making the biggest mess of drool and tears beneath his ass. The resistance to gag again becomes weaker the longer he keeps you there, nose pressed up against the stubble of pubic hair left from shaving a few days ago.Â
Finally hauling your mouth off pours out an obscene amount of spit. Drenching his thighs and groin with tons of it as you continue to hold in your gag and cough, gasping for air with wide teary eyes. âJ-Jenoââ
âWhat a fucking good cock slut you are.â He sneers, brutally grasping your cheeks. His fingers dig into the hollows, shaking your head side to side. âTried to lie to me, sucking dick like itâs oxygen.â He scoffs, releasing your cheeks with a wet slap to your face. Not too hard but enough to shock you, turn your neck to one side. âIf Iâd known you could take cock like this..â
He whistles, cupping your face with both hands to look at him. âLook so pretty like this.â Picking the wads of spit clinging to your chin, his palm rubs all over your face. Mascara stained down your cheeks, lips dried of gloss and swollen from painfully stretching out.
Smacking at your cheek again, he pulls your bottom lip open for your tongue to hang out. Kissing at the backs of his teeth as he presses down the center of your tongue. âFucking nasty.âÂ
Without another second to waste, he shoves your head back down and kicks his hips up. Lining his cock up to your mouth with ease, no guided direction needed. Fucking deep into your mouth until he hits the back of your throat again. Swallowing around his cock sliding through your wet mouth, pulsating on your tongue, trapping your air to the point of feeling lightheaded. His hands slap down on the back of your head, pushing his hips up with violent thrusts.
âThroat taking me so fucking good.â Jenoâs teeth grind. Hips falling back down to the seat with wet splats only to thrusts even rougher into your mouth. Heavy sack slapping your face harder than before. âSlutty throat, just another hole for me to use and ruin.â
A loud broken groan leads to him pulling you off, smacking his fat wet cock down on your cheek. Shoving your messed up hair out of your face to begin dragging his long girth down the center of your nose.
Lights streak through the car window, an alarm ripping you both out of your horny daze. Jerking through your spine as you cough under his length and squint up at the brightâs illuminating his face.
âFuck. Shit. Get off of me!â Jeno curses, shoving himself away from you with his hands pushing against the backseat. âI fucking knew I shouldnât have come up here with you.â
Your step-dadâs timing is really something. Not that you planned everything perfectly to make sure he always finds you before anything can actually escalate and go too far between you and whatever guy youâve managed to lure up here.
No, that would be diabolical wouldnât it? Your step-father would be the last to believe that any of this could possibly be on purpose. He loves you too much to believe negatively of you. Thatâs what eats away at you sometimes. Heâs just too damn nice to you to the point that it drives you insane. Because you want himâno, you need him to be anything but nice to you. Your mother would have scolded him for spoiling you all of the time, for accepting what an insolent brat youâve been ever since her funeral.
Knock knock knock taps at the backseat window on Jenoâs side. You ignore it and continue to search for your top, knowing this is likely where your night ends.
âItâs your dad.â He says under his breath, pushing down the window button to open. âOfficer.â
âLee.â He sounds calm and easy as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary, no tension or frustration there. Itâs infuriating, he should sound fucking pissed. His head pops into view, leaning over the car window with a soft smile and nod in your direction. âHello, again.â
âDaddy.â You smile coquettishly. Wiping your chin off with the back of your hand and leaning over Jeno to get closer to him. âIs there a problem, officer?â
âGet out of the car.â Johnny says deeply. Tone falling into a serious one before tapping the hood of the vehicle and pulling away to stand up straight. âRight now.â
Jeno snickers quietly, nodding his chin for you to exit his car. âWhatever.â You mumble, using extra force to slam his backseat door shut.Â
âItâs 1am, you know?â Your step-father asks, eyes dragging down your frame. His eyebrows furrowed together as he takes in how crumpled and strewn your t-shirt looks. How obscenely tiny and tight your shorts are. How heâs never seen your eyes and lips this swollen before. The light makeup you had on earlier ruined and smeared down your cheeks. âWhat did I tell you about coming out here?â
âOh come on, you want me to be the only freak in this town that never visits Agora Hills? So I can be ostracized by every girl when I start school up again? What if I want to join a sorority?!â You complain, huffing past him with a roll of your eyes. âGod, you seriously expect me to be known as some damn loser too depressed to ever go out ever since my mom died.â
Johnny grabs a hold of your arm before you reach the passenger door of his vehicle, spinning you around to face him. âIs that what this is about? Youâre worried the other kids in school will judge you for being.. sad?â
âIâm not a kid!â Shouting at him, you stomp angrily. Further proving how immature and volatile you still handle your emotions. âIâm eighteen!!â
Taking a deep breath and a step back, he nods and releases your arm. âYes, I know.â His eyebrows wrinkle together, rubbing at his cheeks hard enough to drag the aged skin down. Pulling at his face with a frustrated sigh. âIâm doing my best.â
âYou think you are? You think this is your best?â You poke at him, stepping into his space to look up at him. Having to crane your neck to keep direct eye contact. âYou canât even bring yourself to punish me daddy.â
Johnny staggers for a moment, cheeks hallowed, droopy eyes darkening for a flash of a second.Â
âIâI donât want to punish you.â He whispers. Dropping his hands down to his hips defeatedly. âYouâve been through enough.â
âThen maybe youâre not fit to be a father. Certainly not my father.â You say snidely, turning your back to him to get inside of his cop car.
Johnny watches you fold your arms over your chest, slamming your back into the passenger seat. Shivering at the sound of the car door rattling shut from the forceful impact you use to shut it. If he was stronger, heâd be able to say something, to do something about your behavior.Â
Instead he opens the passenger door to open up the glove compartment to retrieve a pack of tissues. He wonât ask anything, he wonât even speculate or allow himself to imagine what could have ruined your mascara like this. He dabs your cheeks clean instead, leaving the rest of the tissues on your lap for you to use before buckling your seatbelt in and rounding the car to drive you home.
Youâre right, heâs not fit to be a father, especially not a widowed one who's been deprived of the touch of another for months now. He canât even figure out how to deal with his own morbid thoughts, the sad empty black hole thatâs formed in his heart. How is he supposed to do whatâs best for you? And what is best for you exactly...
Canât be the thoughts he shoves aside that keep him up at night. The quiet things he envisions when his eyes finally fall shut. The way he buries his face into your basket of dirty laundry, spends extra time folding everything up for you just so he can vividly imagine what youâd look like in all of the different pairs of underwear he washed for you.
Heâs only surprised the spirit of your mother hasnât stricken him to suffer an eternity in purgatory yet..
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âOh, youâre not working today?â
Johnnyâs head lifts from the couch, his sleepy eyes blinking a few times before unblurring the image of you in nothing but his boxers and a baggy old tshirt of his.
âIâm off today.â He mutters quietly, tight-lipped as he looks you over again. âWhere did you find that?â
Making your way to the couch, you pull on the hem of his shirt. Scrunching up the worn down fabric between your fingers and tugging. âOh this? I think it got mixed in with my laundry a few months back.â With a smile you plop down right next to him. Avoiding the massive empty space on the couch you could have taken up, instead nestling into his side. âWhat should we watch?â
He frowns, not wanting to question why youâre wearing a pair of his tattered checkered print boxers. The same way your mother often would in the past, along with his old band shirts..Â
You probably just miss her is all. He misses her too, every hour and minute of his life. Not that seeing you resemble her almost down to a tea makes him feel any better, only consumed by guilt as he steals another look at you.
âDad?â You speak up, wrapping around his arm to alert him. âYouâre zoning out again.â
Again, yes. He does that a lot these days.
âSorry, uhm, your choice sweetie. Been working so much these days Iâm not even sure whatâs new on tv.â
âGood thing for you, all I do is watch TV.â You grin, cuddling into his side more. Draping your head and neck along his shoulder.
Johnnyâs used to it, youâve always been rather touchy with him. He doesnât mind it at all, always took pride in how comfortable you felt around him. Heâd never want to make you feel any other way. More than honored to be referred to as your dad when you introduce him, he hums and smiles. Leaning back against the couch cushion with his half shut eyes. âNothing too scary, I donât want you staying up having nightmares all night again.â
âOh come onnnn dad I was like thirteen!!â You whine, slapping his chest. âBesides, youâd let me sleep with you if I got scared, right? Just like back then.â You add with a sneaking smile, nuzzling in even closer.
Your mom had seemed slightly annoyed back then when you came into their room crying during the middle of the night. Youâd climbed between them in bed and curled into Johnnyâs front, wrapping your small arms around him. Heâd never known what it was like to be a father until he had the chance to help raise you. Even now heâs not sure heâs really doing this right..
Ignoring how warm and small you feel pressed to his side, he clears his throat.
âThat boy last night..â he says softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. âDo you like this one?â
A playful glint in your gaze finds his look of confusion. Directing the remote toward his face, you smile. âI like something about him a whole lot, more than any other boy.â
âIs heâthis one, your boyfriend?â
âNone of them are my boyfriend.â Turning toward him to face him better, you lay a hand against his chest. âNone of them really deserve to be my boyfriend.â
Itâs normal to experiment and make experiences to learn what you like, what youâre looking for. He has to bite his tongue to keep that to himself. Itâs not actually any of his business who you end up forming a relationship with; not unless that boy wants to make it his business. Pursing his lips, he nods firmly, changing his focus back to the tv to drop this topic.
âBesides, Jaemin, Jeno.. theyâre not exactly my type.â You add with a flirty tone. âLike Lana sang, I got a taste for men thatâs older.â
Johnnyâs spine freezes at that, not wanting to engage you anymore. âShould probably find something to watch before it gets too late.â
âWhat about you daddy?â You practically squeak, crawling your digits up his chest. âYou havenât tried to date at all since mom passed. I wouldnât judge you for dating someone younger.. I know men have needs.â
Taking a quick hold of your hand, he has to control himself from crushing your palm in his. A serious gaze silently warning you before clearing his throat. âI really have no interest in dating anyone else. Losing your mother has been one of the biggest most unforeseeable losses Iâve ever experienced. No one will ever match up to her for me.â
A look of disappointment paints across your face, turning your lips downward as you slowly nod. âNo one?â
âNo one.â Johnny says between gritted teeth, releasing your hand. âLetâs watch something already, alright? I need to catch up on sleep tonight.â
The same solemn pout stays on your face even after finding a movie to watch. Some cheesy romcom that Johnny canât help to think your mom would have loved, you always would spend your weekends watching them together with her. Now you only have him, itâs only normal that youâre acting up more than usual. You always were a good girl, never disobeyed your motherâs rules..
He canât let you walk down the wrong path, itâs not what she would have wanted for you. Getting caught in the backseat of random boys cars up at damn Agora Hills of all places. Sheâd be let down, likely punish you and ban your phone privileges for weeks..
He canât do that to you though. Not when heâs hurting this much and knows inside of his heart that you can only be hurting so much more.
At least heâll be able to keep an eye on you if you do sneak out there again anytime soon. The one privilege he has over your life as a cop on duty, to at least stop you from trespassing and breaking any laws.Â
These thoughts riddle him more and more to the point of exhaustion. Lightly snoring halfway into the movie before the lead actors can even share their first kiss. The sound of his huffed breaths between soft snores catches your ear, gingerly picking your head up from his shoulder to look at him.
Heâs the most gorgeous man youâve ever seen. High sculpted cheekbones, beautiful long brown eyes, his straight nose and jawline sharp enough to cut through glass. And his lips, his thick pouty lips that linger through your mind day and night. They tease and taunt each time he talks to you, whether heâs tucking in his bottom lip or speaking with extra emphasis on his juicy pout. You canât stop dreaming about what theyâd feel like against yours, how soft and yet powerful a kiss from your step-dad could be..
Hovering your fingers near the tendrils of hair that have fallen over his forehead, you slowly ease them back. Stroking through his scalp softly much like your mother used to when Johnny would come home late from working, exhausted and resting on her lap, lulled to sleep so easily.Â
He canât really believe that no one will ever peak his curiosity or make his heart pound again? Heâs too young to live so miserably.. to never love again. A push in the right direction is all he needs, someone to set off alarms inside of him that have stayed dormant for months. If anyone can make him happy again, itâs you.
You can fulfill that emptiness in his chest, bring butterflies back to life in his stomach, give him a sense of worth to take care of somebody else..
He stirs after a bit, blinking slowly, reaching to wipe drool away from the corners of his lips. Tired droopy eyes failing to stay open when he sees you still by him. âFell asleep, sorry.â
âItâs okay, youâre tired. We can go to bed.â
âSorry.â He mouths again, groaning as he sits up and you latch onto his arm to help him stand.
âYou donât have to apologize for being tired. Youâve been working really late.â
âMmm⊠we both have been up too late these days, havenât we?â Johnny stops at his bedroom door. Leaning against the wall with a stern raised eyebrow. âShould I expect to catch you out past curfew again?â
âCurfew doesnât matter anymore daddy.â You smile sweetly, poking his chest. âIâm an adult now.â
He frowns for only a second, looking away as a deep exhausted sigh exits his mouth. âMight be corny to hear, but youâll always be a little sweet girl to me.â
He isnât watching to see the sheer look of disappointment dragging your smile away. Having to bite down on your teeth to contain your annoyance, you force an amused smirk. âYour little girl? Will I always be yours?â
Johnnyâs tired sleep-ridden gaze trails upward, blinking away from your lips to your sparkling awaiting eyes. Pressing the side of his head to the door, he shrugs and nods. âOf course sweetie, for as long as youâll need me. Iâll forever be indebted to you.â
Itâs not exactly what you want to hear, but itâs enough. Reaching for his waist, you slink your arms through to wrap around him. Smashing your cheek to his chest for a warm hug. âYou mean everything to me daddy, youâre the only reason Iâm still here.â
Thereâs more implication behind your words than heâd prefer to fully understand. Floating hands hover over your back, slowly shutting his eyes as he succumbs and squeezes you close to himself. Maybe this is why he lets you get away with everything, your mom would berate him for it. Say that he was far too easy on you, all it took was one cute little smile from you and heâd be wrapped around your finger. He just wanted to be a good father figure for you, thatâs all..
âIâve been having nightmares again.â You whisper, rubbing your face against his chest. âLike before..â
âLike before?âÂ
After your mother had passed, he heard you crying in the middle of the night. Pushing your cracked door fully open to find you curled up in bed shaking and wracked by sobs..
Johnny had held you and tried to comfort you as you wailed, screamed your cries and clutched at him desperately. It was the hardest few weeks he ever had to endure. Staying up for countless hours to make sure you eventually would get some sleep. You shared with him eventually that youâd see her everytime you tried to sleep. Met with the visual of your mother whenever your eyes would fall shut.Â
He didnât know what to do back then other than hold you and repeat that everything would be okay, heâd always be here for you.
âCan I sleep with you?â You ask against his chest, sliding your hands down to his waist. Johnny shivers under your touch, batting his eyes open.
âIn my room?..â
âPlease daddy, I donât want to be alone tonight. I feel.. lonely.âÂ
Between fighting off how exhausted he is and the pathetic sad look on your face, he sighs. Losing the ability to keep his back straight and shoulders broad. He rubs up and down your spine and nods. âI can sleep on the floor.â
The look on your face morphs in less than a second, from distressed to furious. You push away, quickly wiping at your wet eyes. âActually, itâs okay. Iâm being dramatic.â
âHuâwhat?â Johnny grabs at the door frame to stand up straight. Shaking his head to be more alert.
âYou need to sleep good tonight, you have work tomorrow.â Tight lipped, you force a smile and take a few steps back. âIâll see you tomorrow.â
âââââââââââââ-
âWhat are you doing here?â Wiping a cloth down his chest, the tall blond cleans the stains of oil and dirt. Mixing his sweat with the mess that working on his car has created on his long torso. He squints at you standing by the end of his driveway, the sun going down behind you making it harder for him to really get a good look at you.
Such a shame that he canât appreciate the cute summer dress you planned just for today, how you spent over an hour doing your hair, the new lipgloss you used to make your lips shine and pop.Â
âDidnât your daddy tell you to stay away from me?â Jungwoo smirks, tossing the used towel on top of the hood of his car.
âWanted to see your pretty car, youâve been working so hard on it all week.â You say flirtatiously, moving closer to hug the driver door. Leaned against his classic Cadillac like a vixen straight out of a model car show.Â
âMy pretty car,â he chuckles, stretching his arms up to show off how defined his stomach muscles are. âYou mean my pristine mint condition 1959 series 62 cherry red Cadillac?â
âYeah, that.â Rolling your eyes with a smile, you round the car to poke his navel. âWhen are you taking me out?â
âYouâre hilarious.â Jungwoo shoves your hand away, nodding his chin to your house down the street. âWhat? Daddyâs on duty or something?â
âWho cares.â
âLast time he saw you around me, he waved handcuffs in my face and told me to keep my distance if I donât want to wake up with my car impounded.â Grabbing onto your wrist, lifts an eyebrow. âYou might have some corruption kink, but no pussy is worth losing my car over.â
âIâd give you more than just my pussy.â You lie, scooting back to press your ass against the hood of his car. âCome on, heâs out of town. Nowâs probably one of our only chances.â
Jungwoo grins, stroking up your lotioned smooth calves to your knees. âWhenâs he come back?â
âLate tomorrow, but we canât do anything at my place.. he has security cameras.â
âThatâs not a problem.â Jungwoo shrugs, pushing your thighs open. âThat why you came over here all pretty? Smelling all nice for me.â
âWe can go out to the hills, I know you just moved out here but itâs pretty common.â Pushing your thighs open more, you gather your dress to show off your pretty baby pink lace panties. Uncomfortable as hell, but they spark his interests, caressing up your inner thighs softly with a hum. âEveryone goes out to Agora to fuck..â
âYeah? To fuck?âÂ
Your step-dad had complained about how rundown your neighborhood had become in the last few years. Allowing any old trash to move in. He certainly was not a fan of your newest neighbor Jungwoo Kim, rolling down the street with his obnoxiously loud engine revving up loud enough to shake each house he drove by. Johnny wouldnât stop complaining about him for the rest of that day, throwing out comments to you that itâd be best if you avoid âmen like thatâ. If only he had any idea that all you wanted after that was to do the complete opposite.
âFine, I gotta take a quick shower.â Licking at his lips, he swipes a thumb over your clothed slit. âCome by to get you in an hour.â
âIâll be waiting.â
âââââââââââââ-
âSo, Agora Hills? I thought shit like this only existed in stupid sitcoms.â Jungwoo laughs, setting his car in park at the top of the hill overlooking the entire town.Â
Thatâs the point, someone decided to claim this large space of land up on this hill as a place to lose your virginity. To enter adulthood, to check off the right of passage that changes one from sexually inexperienced to a lush. Itâs been known as the spot for as long as you can remember, thatâs the only reason Johnnyâs even aware of what takes place up here.
He used to venture with different girls up to Agora Hills throughout his high school and college years. He canât really blame you for doing the same, itâs simply the way things go here.
âItâs nice up here.â You smile, peering out of the front windshield at the city lights that burn bright from this high. The greenery that creates more shadows in the dark. The starry sky dimly lighting up the area around you. âThe energies different, right?â
Jungwoo bites on his bottom lip, leaning over the front seat of his car with ease since the old model has nothing to stop him from getting closer to you. He drapes an arm around your shoulder, presses in to drag his nose down your cheek. âItâd be nicer if we were fucking.â
Plush lips find yours, using his tongue right away to lick between and garner access inside of your mouth. Freshly washed up after working on his car all day, he wafts the aroma of body wash and clean soap smell around you. Minty tongue still carrying traces of mouthwash. Jungwooâs not interested in wasting time or getting to know you. Only in one way really.
Johnny was right to tell you to keep your distance from men like him. Thatâs why you had to go for him. In less than a minute heâs already swiping between your thighs, cupping over your lace covered mound. Shoving his tongue deep inside of your mouth with more confidence and aggression than Jaemin and Jeno had initially.Â
Heâs older(25 to be exact), Johnny hates that. His car is absurdly noisy, Johnny hates that. He blasts music loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood early in the morning every weekend, Johnny really fucking hates that.
âJungwoo,â you moan softly, pushing at his chest. âS-slow down a little.â
âPft, come on. Donât give me that shit, youâve been teasing me for weeks.â He mutters against your lips, biting on your lower one to let you know how annoyed he is.Â
âPlease, IâmâIâm a virgin.â You whisper feebly.Â
âWhat??â Jungwoo pulls back, ragged and out of breath. Lips all pink and swollen from kissing you roughly. âYouâve got to be shitting me.â
âN-no, my step-dadâs really protective..â
âThe cop.â
âMhmm..â
Shaking off an annoyed laugh, he rubs the top of your thigh closest to him. âI hate using condoms. Not gonna fuck you with one your first time either if youâre expecting some kind of princess treatment from me.â
âI donât..âÂ
But you also have no intention to actually lose your virginity in the front seat of his Cadillac. Not when you know your step-father started his rounds a little over an hour ago. From your estimation, heâll be on his way up the hill in no less than 15-20 minutes. If finding you with the neighbor he canât fucking stand doesnât break him, then maybe itâs time to give up.
âYou ever touch yourself?â Jungwoo asks, interrupting your thoughts. Gripping the hem of your dress before dragging it up and off of your body. He reaches between your legs again, rushing to scoop your cunt with the entirety of his large palm. Digging the heel of it against your covered clit. âLike this?â
âUnghh..â you nod slowly, grinding against the pressure.Â
âTell me more.â Jungwooâs nose flicks against your chin. Applying pressure down on your clit. âWhat turns you on? I want you dripping wet.â
Your step-father, Johnny. Unbuttoning his uniform. Sat stressed out at the kitchen island with his head hung between his shoulders, eyebrows furrowed together. The way he looks fresh out of the shower when he doesnât know that youâre watching him. Droplets of water cling to his smooth bare skin, the tattoo on his bicep rippling with each movement, the pink blotches sprinkled across his back and chest from using boiling hot water.Â
Johnnyâs always on your mind when you touch yourself. Heâs the first thing you see when you shut your eyes to fall asleep. Heâs the first face you envision when you wake up and rub your eyes, sighing and whimpering to yourself. How he could be one room away and still so far drove you crazier by the minute. Creating more outlandish scenarios in your head as hours went by throughout your day and heâd be hard at work protecting the streets.
It may seem sick to some but your step-father has always been a man you could admire. He never failed you, even now when he should punish you, lock you up with no access to your phone- he doesnât. He loves you too much to make you suffer anymore than you already have. Do you deserve his patience?
Jungwooâs teeth nip at your cheek, shoving his hand inside of your panties when you fail to answer with a dazed look in your eyes.
âY-you,â you mumble, stroking down his forearm to his wrist. âOlder guys like you.â
Itâs not a complete lie. Most of your wet dreams consisted of your step-father reminding you of how much older he is than you. How much bigger he is than you. How wrong this is. What a disappointment your mother would deem you. Sheâd be so upset with you, exploiting yourself like this just for your step-fathers attention. She didnât raise you to be this way, but sheâs not here anymore. You only have Johnny now, his presence and existence in your life. Nothing more, nothing less.
But you need all of him. You want it all.
âSlut.â Jungwoo sucks at his bottom lip, pinching your clit between two of his digits. âOnly eighteen?â
âMhm..â
A sadistic smile grows on his face, sliding two digits lower between your folds. âAnd a virgin, fuck. I canât remember the last time I fucked a virgin.â
and he still wonât remember after this, judging by the time.. your step-dad will be here soon. At least you hope he will beâŠ
Tips of rough calloused fingers tap against your tight hole, sucking in a deep breath as he adds a little pressure. âFuck.. youâre so small.â
Licking down your cheek, he nibbles his way to your jawline. Teeth dragging and layering kisses down to your chin. âMessy as fuck, virgin cunt soiling through my car I bet. Wanna eat you out, bet you taste so good.â
Blood rushes to your ears, firmly shutting your eyes and slumping deeper into his passenger seat. âAnyone ever ate out your tight pussy before, angel?â
Jungwooâs tongue flicks out, lapping up your chin to your mouth. Swallowing the moaned muffled ânoâ you let out.
âI get to do the honors.â He trails off, prodding at your sensitive hole before sliding his hand free. âCome here.â Grabbing onto your hips, he manhandles you into a better position. Back leaned against the passenger door, cupping under your thigh with a large hand to pull you apart. âOpen your pretty cunt for me just like this.â He huffs breathily, gently placing the back of your calf onto the seat. Obscenely sprawled out with your other leg on the carâs floor still.
Not bothering to pull off your panties, he shoves them to one side. Quietly whistling between his pink lips, he drags a thumb down the center of your parted open folds. âFuck, youâre really..â his head shakes, bending in closer to gawk at your cunt up close. The dim light entering the car makes your arousal appear more as a glossy coat on your thighs. Glistening under the bright lit moonlight. âSo wet. Can probably make you squirt so easily.â
Squirt? You think you mutter, dragging the back of your head against the car window.Â
A gruff sound leaves his lips, lowering his mouth to your pussy without another second to waste. His tongue pokes out, gently tracing between your wet folds. Teasing side to side until your hips squirm and he lets out a pleased rumble. âFuck, you taste better than a dream.â He gasps, eyes rolling up to meet yours from the angle heâs at.Â
Dropping his mouth back down, he keeps his gaze fixated on your. Sharp eyes lazily hooded, pressing firmer licks between your pussy folds. Rolling the muscle of his tongue up and over your swollen clit. He teases there until your toes curl, reaching your hands out toward him helplessly in search of something to grab onto.Â
The thick width of his tongue drags down, laps at your entrance. Testing the stretch with the tip of his tongue pushing inside with a vibrating groan that has you reaching for his hair.
Itâs too much after edging yourself for hours to the thought of your step-father today. After sneaking into his bedroom as he showered to lick at his gun, sucking at it before shoving the barrel inside of your hole while Johnny jerked himself off in the shower.Â
âF-fuck, IâmâIâm cuââ
Gravel. Tires skidding. A harsh pull of a car brake. Bright lights and a loud clash from a door slamming. Heâs here.
The knock at Jungwooâs car window is incessant, rapid and angry. Ripping himself off of you, he loudly curses, smearing the back of his hand across his lips before yelling for your step-father to stop out of fear that heâll shatter the glass. âGod fucking damnit.â
Rolling it down manually with renowned speed and a frightful gaze, he locks eyes with Johnnyâs thinned out furious ones. Sinking down and reaching inside of the car to grab his neck with one large hand. âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing boy?!â
Jungwoo squeals, eyes bulging out of shock and fear. He slaps at Johnnyâs wrist, trying to call for your help.
âDaddy! Let go of him!â You shriek, grabbing your dress to hold against yourself. Trembling at the sight of your step-father in this state. Heâs never looked so angry, terrifying really..
âGet out of this car. Right now.â He says sternly, burning into you with a laser focused look in his eyes. âNow.â
His demanding tone has you racing to reach the passenger door, not even bothering to get your dress back on before running over to where he still stands hunched over with an unyielding chokehold on Jungwooâs throat. âDaddy, please! Please stop! Let go of him!â
Wrapping your arms around his bicep, you try to pull. Failing to make him budge and losing your footing when he stands up abruptly. âYou, right there.â He points to the hood of the car, reaching for his back pocket to retrieve a pair of handcuffs.
âI told you Iâd be on your ass if you ever came near my daughter.â He sneers at Jungwoo, grabbing his arm by the car door. He drags the youngerâs wrist to the seatbelt, latching the handcuff shut to trap him to his driver seat. âAnd you.â
Turning toward you, he points to the hood again. Grabbing your shoulders to spin you around and bend you over, chest pressed flat to the car hood.
âDaddy!â You squeak, breath caught in your throat.
âDonât.â He growls, slotting his hips to your bottom to keep you in place. Using one large powerful hand to lock your wrists together against your lower back. The feeling of his big warm body sends your mind into a frenzy, pressing your cheek down on the car as a whimper slips free and you meet Jungwooâs petrified gaze through the windshield. âWhat did I tell you about the Kim boy down the street?â Johnny asks, controlling the anger in his tone.
âT-toâstayâaway from h-him,â you whine, slamming your eyes shut. âT-too old for me.â
âBut you like them older, right?â Weight drops down on your back. Heavy and crushing, pressing his hot mouth to your ear. âYou love to disobey me, why is that?â
âN-no daddy..â
âDonât fucking lie to me.â He bites, teeth snapping down loudly. The dominant tone melting you down, struggling to breathe with his chest on your back, the full weight of his groin shoved against your ass. âWhat happened to being a good little girl?â
âI-IâIââ speechless is what you are. Not processing one single clear thought under him. The cool car hood encasing night air keeps you sane enough to stop losing your mind to the heat taking over your body. This isnât really happening, your step-father.. heâd never act this way. Unless you finally succeeded, you got your wish, you broke him down..
âTell me the truth, youâve been a bad girl.â His free hand snakes to your throat. Knocking the breath out of your chest as his palm lays flat and everything around you reminds you of how much fucking bigger he is than you. How much older, stronger, more powerful he is. Itâs every horny dream thatâs ever interrupted your sleep, but so real, so fucking real. âThatâs what you want to be now? Daddyâs bad little girl.â
Oh fuck. This canât be really happening.
âN-no, daddyâs good girl.â You cry, turning your head enough to look at him from the corner of your eye. âYour g-good girl.â
âItâs my fault. I gave you too much. Let you think you could do whatever the fuck you wanted without any repercussions.â The bridge of his nose presses to your cheekbone. Electric eyes filled with flames locked on yours. âNeed to put you back in your place, donât I sweetheart?â
Tears dribble from your eyes beyond your comprehension. Falling down a dark hole without escape, you nod slowly, whimpering through your choked sobs. âDaddy.â
âI know, baby.â Soft lips drag down your cheek, firmly pressing a kiss at the corner of your mouth.Â
Everything about him feels so dizzying, knowing your head would roll off of your neck if he wasnât choking your throat right now. His fingers trail up to your chin, turning your face to look at Jungwooâs large eyes reflected in the windshield. âYouâre better than this.â
âIâm not, Iâm bad. I need to be fixed.. corrected.â You manage to whine, innocently blinking over your shoulder without a care in the world for the man you manipulated into this situation. Theyâve all been pawns in your game, your step-father included. All to get what your heart and body desires. âPunish me daddy!â
Johnnyâs soft eyes darken in an instant, coated by a shadowed film covering his iris. His nostrils flare, laying all of his large size on top of you. âWhy are you asking this of me?â
âB-because, I love you.â You sob, bouncing your lower half against him. âI love you daddy, so much!â
The last bit of fight he had left exits his lips with his next breath. Slowly dropping his eyes shut as he stays still and lets the sensation of your ass grinding back on his cock wash over him. He tried to deny, tried to ignore, berated himself for allowing such indecent thoughts about his step-daughter to enter his mind.
Ever since your behavior became more concerning, he had to set up hidden cameras around the house. He was worried, thatâs all. Worried of what harm you could cause yourself when left alone with your sadness and thoughts. He wanted to tell you, he did, but it was only for your own good. And for the most part he felt at ease while he patrolled and left you alone at home. You mostly slept, laid around, occasionally made yourself food. He saw when youâd sneak around.. steal his clothing, but that never bothered him.
Today though, what he saw today, only an hour ago as he fast forwarded through the footage documented today. He saw you on his bed, the one he shared with your mother once. Tracing your fingers along his work uniform, picking up his gun to pose with in the mirror. All normal, until it wasnât.
âWhat did you do with my gun?â He asks slowly, shoving your hair away to one side. âTell me.â
Color drains from your face, wide eyes peering up at him. âIâIââ
âWhy did you do it?â He continues to question, having to swallow to calm his dry throat. âWhatâs gotten into you sweetie? What do I need to do to fix this? To fix you?â
What has gotten into you? Depression, malignant fantasies, emptiness. Really, that's it, emptiness. Every part of you feels so empty, so hollow, unalive. The only time a shred of life shows itself is when you see Johnny, when youâre with him, when he smiles at you, when he touches you, when he wraps you up in his large arms. âBecause I love you.â
One solo tear trails down his cheek, slowly nodding as he pulls you up and wraps around your waist from behind. Soft full lips press to your cheek, the lips you crave and lose your mind over. Safety, thatâs what he is. Your step-father, heâs the refuge you pray for, the comfort you canât find anywhere no matter how hard you search. âIf you love me, youâll stop doing this.â His voice cracks, shaking as he finds your watery eyes.
âAnd if you love me,â your lip trembles, teeth chattering. âYouâll love me.â
If there is a God, heâll never forgive him.
Strong working hands, dangerous hands that have handled firearms for years, that have locked up wrong doers, that have nurtured and fought hard for you; strong hands squeeze your waist. Slowly turning you around to face him. âI want to take you home.â
âNo daddy, I want you, here.â
Here at Agora Hills, the exact place you have been luring him to night after night. âHere?â He questions almost pathetically, rubbing down your bare stomach to the frilly material of your panties. His eyes slide over to Jungwooâs near haunted face, jaw hung open so wide he can see all the way to the back of his throat where his tonsils hang. Surely heâll tell everyone in the neighborhood about what heâs witnessed here tonight. May as well make it a good story.Â
âHere.â Johnny repeats more assured, nodding to the hood of your neighborâs ridiculous car. âLift your legs up sweetie.â
The backseat of his patrol vehicle had definitely been the layout for your fantasy, skittish as you allow him to mount you onto Jungwooâs car and the hood gives under your weight. Denting your knees in place, echoing a pitiful cry from inside of the car. Johnnyâs hold around your stomach tightens, resting your back to his chest so that your legs can bend open in front of the windshield. âYou let this idiot touch you baby?âÂ
âY-yes..â you admit, flushing from head to toe as you meet your neighborâs miserable expression. He really really had pissed off your daddy..
âYou let him touch you here?â Longer fingers drag across the top of your lace panties. Biting down on his lip with his chin perched over your shoulder. He slaps your trembling inner thighs, reaching lower to drag a thumb down the seam of your panties stretched against labia folds. âLet anyone touch you, donât you?â
âN-no daddy..â
âDonât lie to me.â Johnnyâs usual soft spoken voice is long gone. Falling into a deeper and raspier speech as he skirts around your panties. Tapping the tip of his nose against your cheek. âNo more, you let anyone touch you again and daddy will make you regret it.â
Fuck. Shivers explode down your spine, frantically nodding as he suddenly rips your soaked underwear to one side. Exposing your blood engorged cunt to the cool night air, pornographically spread open on the hood of some classic automobile. âN-never!â
âThatâs right.â He hisses, eyebrows furrowed, leaning into your back more until you fold in and canât lift your neck. Forced into a nearly pretzeled position with no choice but to watch as his large hand lowers past your navel and he splits open your pussy folds. âShaved yourself all pretty, I know thatâs not for him.â
Erupting with a fresh batch of tears, you struggle to shake your head. Rambling a spatter of ânononoâ because nothing has ever been for anyone else. Only for your step-father, only for him.
Itâs beyond painful how desperate you sound, losing your sight through wads of tears that wonât stop filling up your eyes. âWhat should I do baby? Your panties are so wet.â He tsks, tugging the worn down material bunched up in his fist even harder. Ripping a sound of lace shredding through the night air. âWant me to touch your little pussy? To use your cunt in front of your random boy toy?â
âDaddy, p-please!â Heâs driving you crazy. Slamming your socked feet against the car hood, you let out the most feral of moans. Jerking your hips up with a shout
âWant me to touch you here?â Johnny murmurs, sounding on the brink of insanity himself. Tiptoeing two fingers down your cunt to your opening, spewing slick out onto his digits. âTo shove them deep inside of you?â
A moment of cold silence rinses down on you, craning your neck back against his chest to look at him. Nuzzling and nodding against his throat, you whimper feebly, placing a scolding kiss on his Adamâs apple. âPlease daddy, p-please fuck me.â
Shit, thatâs not what Johnny expected to ever hear. The beating of his heart goes wild, throbbing its way up to his brain, filling his ears full of static noise. Heâs panting heavily, winding down to your entrance in search of what can only be wonderland. Fully hunched over you, he watches with intent as the pads of his digits push against the tightness of your hole. Hissing between his teeth at the resistance heâs met with.Â
Thereâs no way youâre still this tight if you really let the neighbor boy fuck you. How tiny can his dick be? Johnny grimaces, pushing in past the snap of skin that sucks around his fingers. Propelling spikes of adrenaline and hunger through him that scream to go harder, faster, deeper. The bend in your knees goes limp, kicking out against the car windshield, garnering another shattered cry from inside of the vehicle.Â
Entranced by how you squeeze around two of his digits, your step-father stabs them deeper inside. Thrusting them in harder only to hear your cunts wet echoes splatter around his hand onto the hood of Jungwooâs car.
âDaddy!â Exhaling something between a moan and a cry, you pant heavily under his upper body. Convulsing and shaking into him, forced to take the two long fingers jabbing in and out of you at a rapid speed. He flicks at your swollen clit, in disbelief at the way your pussy hasnât stopped spasming since he started fucking past your holes squeeze.Â
âYou're so close, princess.â He huffs raggedly. Snapping his fingers in and out at a blinding pace. Pumping more wetness to stream out onto the hood of the car. The teasing flicks at your clit turn furious. Pinching your stuff bud between his thumb and pointer finger, tweak your raging nerves into a frenzy. Shots of electricity burn through your limbs, curling your toes in with a scream out to the night sky.Â
Itâs hot and blinding, punching your chest with cold all at once. The force of your orgasm pushes against his fingers, halting Johnnyâs motions as a powerful rush of clear liquid rips out around his digits and your pussy walls grip around him. The thought of his cock filling you up next has him pulling out. Slapping his hand down to rub at your clit furiously, concentrated and focused as he watches in awe. The squirting stream shoots out harder, raining down on the carâs windshield.
âHoly shit.â Jungwoo cries out from inside, struggling to breathe.
âKnew you could do it.â Your step-father praises, kissing the side of your sweaty forehead. âMy good girl.â
Johnny does the unthinkable, swiping your drenched cunt before lifting his hand up, gaze on yours with his tongue lapping at his fingers. âTastes so good.â
Just like heaven.
âD-daddy?â You sniffle, pouting your lips out toward him with the largest saddest eyes heâs ever seen. Bloodshot, cheeks stained with tears the same exact way they were when your mother died.
A kiss, a kiss is what you beg for. A kiss from your daddy.
And Johnny, how could he ever deny you? How can he stop himself from scooping you up, wrapping your trembling thighs around his waist. Cupping your ass as he leans in and gives you one of the softest lightest kisses, leaving one on the tip of your cold nose after. He presses for more, a firmer kiss, longer contact. Rubbing your ass between his greedy hands, asking for entrance to your sinful mouth with his tongue.Â
Denying you has never been an option.Â
âD-daddy,â you cry between hot kisses. Overwhelmed by his dominant mouth, how easily he takes control. The suck around your tongue and lips ready to burst from how swollen they are. âPlease, please fuck me. Want you to be my first, please.â
âFirst?â Stepping back, he looks over your naive expression. Your flushed cheeks, your beating chest, your hands trembling against your thighs. âFirst.â
Youâre a virgin, an eighteen year old virgin. His step-daughter, pure, untouched, barely legal. Begging him to be your first.
If anyone should be your first, itâs him. He practically raised you, has the best interest in mind for you. He loves you.
âShow me.â Licking at his lips, he swallows hard. Throat clamoring for some saliva. âShow me your virgin pussy.â
And you do, you listen so well. Almost too perfectly as you place your feet flat to the car and grab your knees to hold them open. Your pretty lace panties ruined, blood-filled cunt pulsating at him. Itâs a sight he hasnât seen in years, virgin pussy. Hairless in all the right places, hole barely visible because of how fucking tight you are.
Itâs wrong, heâs so big itâs going to hurt you so much. âDaddy.â But the way you whine for him. How you proudly sit there pumping your cunt at him. You need to be punished.
He wants to take you home, fuck you right on the same bed he took your mother on for years. Bend you into every position, make you scream all night until the neighbors make a fuss and turn their lights on at 3am. Nosey and curious, whispering about a murder taking place.
Wrapping you back up in his arms, he spares Jungwooâs sobbing face one last look. Nodding with a smirk before turning around to his vehicle. At least heâd taken the SUV for patrol tonight, unbeknownst to himself of what would soon unravel.Â
âYou deserve the world baby.â He whispers, unlatching the back door open to climb inside with you. Itâs spacious enough, thankfully, because despite how badly he needs to get you home, he needs to know how you feel even more. Fighting with each step to his cop car with his swollen sack, heâs proud of himself for not turning you over and taking you on that assholeâs car. âAnd daddyâs going to give it to you.â
Writhing against his back seat, you lay flat and unhook your bra, throwing it to the ground. âYouâre so so pure.â He almost growls, unbuckling the large metal buckle of his belt. Blazed eyes dragging down your body, your pinched waist, round hips, panties barely holding on for life. âSo beautiful and good to me.â He nods, shaking his shoulders free from his holster. Working to unbutton his long sleeved uniform shirt. âSo good for me, my angel.â
Johnny means every word. Youâve never done wrong in his eyes, always his sweet little girl. Even now youâre giving him everything, all of you. An angel sent to take care of him through his misery.Â
Getting down to his constricting work slacks, he situates himself between your thighs. Having to hunched in due to the shirt ceiling height. The touch of your flesh beneath his fingertips heats up like a furnace. âYour pussy, your virgin cunt..â
Eyes drunk on nothing but need, lust, desire, love stare up at him. Continuously rolling tears down your glowing cheeks. You donât even know what youâre begging for, never having had sex.. you just want him.
âWhoâs pussy is this?â He asks brazenly, surprising himself. Caressing the insides of your knees and he peers down at your cunt that seems to have a heartbeat of its own. âWhoâs is it, baby girl?â
âYour!â You cough, falling into a mewl. Moaning lewdly as he nods above you, broad and large. Slinking his hands to his zipper to slowly glide down.Â
âYeah,â Johnny sucks in a deep breath, nodding slowly. Shoving his pants and briefs down past the middle of his thighs. âAfter I fuck this pussy, no one elses but mine.â
âDaddyâs pussy.â You moan, legs spread out for him. Grabbing your panties to tug at roughly. âOnly yours.â
A glob of wet arousal pulses from your hole as you say it, and itâs enough to drop his body forward. To circle the base of his cock with one of his sweaty hands, eyes on yours. The way your cunt drips, he can only hope youâll feel nothing but pleasure. Slapping the thick girth of his meat against your wet pussy, he hisses. Having to hold himself up with one arm bracketed by your head so that he can look down at his length covering your center. âThis might hurt, baby.â
âP-please.â Make it hurt. Thatâs all that Johnny can hear. Your pleads for punishment, for pain, for something to heal and fill up your empty soul.
The head of his cock feels the true warmth of your cunt, your tight suffocating grip, wrapping around him like a perfect cock sleeve.Â
And itâs right, itâs so right. Rolling his eyes shut, groaning as he feeds you more of his size despite your cries. The scrabbling small hands scratching his chest, your clinking teeth and sniffles. He fits the entirety of his cock inside of your pussy. Mesmerized by how fucking wet you are, wettest cunt heâs ever fucked.Â
Sinking into the hilt, he meets obstruction. Mouth hung open panting heavily on top of you. He canât take his eyes off of it, how his cock disappears inside of you, how connected you both are right now. Creeping an angry groan out of him, curling up his spine as his balls smack against your rim.
âMy angel, my baby.â He pants harshly. Using his flexed abdomen muscles to hold himself up and slide both of his hands beneath your neck. âLook at us, baby.â
Johnnyâs strong hands hold your head up off of the backseat, folding you in as they wrap around your neck and squeeze. The crushing weight on your throat chokes your breath, wide eyed as you look down at what he wants you to see. Fucking into you with brutal determination when he finds your gaze where he wants it to be. His glossy wet cock, pummeling in and out of you as if youâre a pro at this.Â
Your cunts just too good, sucking around him like nothing ever has. He draws in and out, plunging in madly. Pulling out to the tip only to slam back in and make you take, shape you to take his cock.
Creamy wetness splurges out around his size with each stroke. Spilling out beneath your ass, filling the vehicle with a splattering sound of your arousal. The smack of his balls on your ass, hips hitting the backs of your thighs. Coughed and gurgled moans, scratching at his forearms the more he tightens around your neck. âDaddy!â
Fuckfuckfuck, youâre driving him insane. Bonkers, off the walls, throwing his head back releasing the loudest pleasured moans. Each one making your pussy squeeze and grip around him tighter. He moans louder and louder, reminding you with each that youâre the best, so good and amazing for him.Â
âDa-daddyâisâisââ you splutter, jerked up and down under the force of his hips jackhammering into you.Â
Johnnyâs wild eyes meet yours, loosening on your throat to let you breathe easily. His pace never falters, pushing his cock through your kissing cunt. Through your delicious maddening heat, through the milking grip trying to make him cum. âBaby wants it even deeper, huh?â
âI-isââ you mumble incoherently, squeezing your eyes to blink away tears. Fluttering open to find his. âM-my pussyâbetter t-than mommyâs?â
FUCK.Â
Why would you say that?! Why would you ask him that?! Johnny canât stop his hips from stuttering, slamming in and stilling. Filling your cunt with a hot load of cum, sticky and wet. Too much for your tiny little hole to handle. Heâs never lost himself like this, never emptied his balls so fast. Never came too quickly.
âWhatâre you doing to me.â He whimpers, falling flat and heavy against your chest. Ragged breaths punch out of his lungs, practically vibrating on top of you. His cock twitching inside of your squeezing hole, not softening up for anything.
âSay that again.â He sighs, reaching to cup your face. Nose shoved against yours. âSay that again for me baby.â
The sad desperate tone he asks you in has your pussy squeezing around the wet gush of sperm and slick filling you up along with his fat cock. Losing your strength to hold your eyes open, you slowly fade. Heavy lidded and croaking. âI-is my pussy b-better than mommyâs?â
Johnnyâs bulging biceps cage your head. Pressing a searing hot kiss on your saliva drenched lips. âSo much better, my fucking angel. My fucking sweet angel with he best pussy, canât get enough of you. Will never be enough, need all of you.â
Licking at the drool covering your chin and neck, he begins to grind his hips in circles. Stretching your cock to take him again and again. For as long as he can keep it up for you, heâll keep fucking you. Fuck all the pain away with more punishment.Â
âDaddyâs gonna mold your tight little pussy.â He grunts, sitting up to haul your legs up. Laying your limp limbs against your chest with no struggle. âSo flexible.âÂ
Of course you are, a young eighteen year old girl, good for nothing but taking cock. âWant you only taking my cock from now on, no one elseâs.â
âY-yes daddy.â You whisper, throat burning from screaming and moaning. Face scrunched up trying to hold back your urge to cum again, too swollen between your thighs to squeeze any harder. âOnly yours.â
âSuch a good pussy. So fucking soft and wet.â Johnny thrusts in slowly a few times. Catching his breath before slamming down, circling his thick arms around your shoulders to completely fold you in. Suffocated by his masculine body wash scent filling your senses, his deep grunts, the deep set lines taking over his forehead with every exerted movement.Â
Furious thrusts only build and build to a violent speed, aided by the endless stream of slick lubricating his cock. He canât stop fucking you, canât make himself stop.
âDaddy, daddy!â Itâs all you can say, repeat and scream. Too lost in your pleasure, the numbness coursing through you, your blacked out mind that needed this. Needed to feel whole to feel empty again, to relax your brain and scorch endless amounts of endorphins through your system.Â
âCome on princess, let me feel how good that pussy cums.â He growls, chasing your orgasm for you. Grunting and fucking through your pulsing heat, hot slick pussy walls gripping him so tight.Â
âA-ahh!â The drag of his length pauses, fluttering his eyes open. Letting out a cracked howl as you cum. Tossing his head back to fully take in how clench around him akin to a chokehold. Wailing and whimpering beneath him as streams of hot clear liquid shoot onto his pelvis. Too limp and out of it to break free from his position even through your writhing. Your step-father suffers through it, the best suffering heâs ever experienced. Biting down on his lip with a deep breath as he curses and fucks through the last seconds of your climax.Â
He tries to stave off his release, tries to stop himself from finishing too fast again, but youâre just too good. Never letting his dick breathe with the way you milk his cock.
âFuck shit, fâfuck. G-gonna cum.â He says between clenched teeth. Groaning from the back of his throat, digging his fingers into your thighs hard enough to bruise. âTake all of my cum baby, itâs all for you.â
All of it for you, from now on he wonât go a day without spilling himself empty inside of your pussy. Fucking his seed deep inside, painting your cervix without any concern of you getting pregnant. You belong to him now.
âFuck thatâs it.â He grits, groaning loudly with shaking thighs barely holding him up. Cock sheathed deep inside of you painting your cervix in strings of white hot cum. âTake all of it, my good girl.â
His good girl, you hum quietly. Using your last bit of energy to clamp your cunt around him and snatch every last bit of cum for your greedy hole.Â
The night feels endless in the backseat of his patrol car atop of Agora Hills. Just the two of you, lost in each otherâs bodies, fucking your pain and anger away.Â
âLetâs get you home.â He finally finds the willpower to say after filling you up two more times. Finding a blanket in the trunk to wrap around you. âItâs too late, way past your curfew.â
The comment brings a lazy smile to both of your faces. Curling into his side for comfort.
âDaddy?â
âYes, princess.â He sighs, rubbing at his forehead to ease whatever anxious thoughts attempt to enter now that the haze of lust and sex has cooled down.
âI love you.âÂ
Johnny frowns, turning to cuddle against your side. His forehead presses against your shoulder, placing a light kiss on your collarbone. âDaddy loves you more.â
Summary: After returning from his military hiatus, Jinyoungâs agency pressures him into a fake relationship to combat rumors and restart his career. Y/N, a regular waitress, is hired as the other half of the arrangement. Theyâre supposed to keep things professional, but real feelings start to blur the lines as their contract nears its end. Pairing: Jinyoung (Got7) x Fem!Reader Tags: #angst#tension #jinyoungangst #jinyoungxreader Word count: 5,000 Genre: enemies to lover
AN* This is a cute one but it is a little long! I hope yall enjoy!
At their latest PR meeting, the team seemed unusually pleased, nodding along as they scrolled through engagement numbers and media coverage. But Y/N and Jinyoungâs mind had been elsewhere.
Since Jinyoung had come home the other night, Y/N was relieved that the air between them had finally cleared. Things had slowly begun shifting back to normal⊠well⊠a sense of new normal that was. Now, there was something different between them â an unspoken understanding that hadn't existed before.Â
Maybe it was the kiss itself or maybe it was Jinyoungâs words that followed, either way, they were entering a new level in their relationship of candidacy and trust that surpassed where they were at prior. Maybe the kiss was exactly what their relationship needed.
They hadnât forgotten about it, like she had once wished, but instead moved past it. And somehow, that was better. If anything, it had drawn them closer, smoothing out the rough edges of their dynamic in a way she never expected. Without it, she wouldnât have gained as deep of an understanding of Jinyoungâs feelings as she had now.Â
Jinyoung had proven time and time again that he wasnât the kind of person to leave things unresolved, and she was grateful for that. He truly meant it when he said he wants a relationship where you chose to get past the ups and downs⊠or at least that was the type of relationship Y/N had signed up for. But that wasnât to say Y/N wasnât experiencing any growing pains. She really admired Jinyoung for his ability to confront awkward situations and find a way forward, but at the same time, Y/N on the other hand wasnât that good at kissing and making up⊠well at least one part of that she wasnât. Avoiding talking about the kiss only made Jinyoung feel alone. A feeling Y/N was very familiar with being that at one point, it was because of him. But after confronting him in a very immature outburst, Jinyoung expressed why he was acting that way, apologized, and worked to change their dynamic. He had made real efforts to close the distance between them, to pull her into his world rather than keep her at armâs length. He had promised her that she wouldnât feel alone again. And in a way, she felt guilty that for a moment couldnât do the same.
And she wondered why? She knew that it mightâve had to do with the fact that she didnât want to talk about the kiss because it brought up her own anxieties about confronting her feelings. Maybe, deep down, she had wanted it to mean something.Â
And thinking about it now, part of her didnât like how well he had just moved on from the topic, how good he was at leaving it in the past. Because, to her, that meant the kissâthe moment that had shaken something loose inside herâwas nothing more than a fleeting lapse, an experience neither of them would revisit. And maybe that was what unsettled her most. Maybe the kiss had been her subconscious way of pushing them toward something they could never be. But Jinyoung had shown her exactly where they stood. And she had no choice but to accept it. It confirmed what she had known all along but never quite admitted: this was temporary. Whatever they had, whatever they were, it would end in three months. They were friends, nothing more, and Jinyoung had proven that by the way he so effortlessly settled them back into place. No lingering looks. No hesitation. No indication that the kiss had meant anything beyond what it was.Â
Jinyoung on the other hand, was relievedârelieved that he had taken the initiative to talk things through that night, relieved that the air had cleared between them, and relieved that, despite everything, they had settled back into something that resembled normal. A new normal, maybe, but it was comfortable. They still shared easy conversations, still had their quiet moments together, and if anything, their closeness hadnât diminishedâit had solidified. That should have been enough. That was what he had wanted. Or was it? Because for some reason, a small part of him couldnât shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he hadnât been completely honest that night. Not with her. Not with himself.
Because if everything was so normal now, then why did he feel like he had left something unsaid? Like he had smoothed things over too well, to the point where they had erased any trace of what happened? Maybe it was because even he wasnât sure what he was feeling. He hadnât wanted to linger on it too much, hadnât wanted to sit with the realization that the kiss had stirred something in him that wasnât supposed to be there. Because if he did, then heâd have to admit that he was breaking his own rulesâthe very rules he had set. This was supposed to look real, not be this real. And yet, ever since that night, he had caught himself thinking about it more often than he should. The press of her lips, the way she had fit so easily against him, the way he had wanted to chase after the feeling rather than let it go. Every passing day it was almost as if something was trying to tell him that this was right, that she fit perfectly into his life. But every day that passes is another day closer to when she would be out of his life. So what was the point in deluding himself into getting attached to whatever this feeling was? Why was he trying to make this into something it could never be? Whatever meaning he thought to be behind that kiss he must have imagined it, because in the aftermath, Y/N had made her stance clearâshe wanted to forget it.Â
Interesting, she had been the one to suggest they practice, yet somehow, he was the only one still stuck on it.
His eyes darted to Sihoon, who was sitting across the room, and suddenly, her words from before echoed in his mind. He had long suppressed themâ but as soon as he laid eyes on her, they filled his head.
â I wonder if sheâd actually be as engaged if this wasnât a contract.â
At the time, he had pushed back against it. Y/N had proven Sihoon was wrong, hadnât she? She had let him in, she had been there in ways no one else had been, and she had made him feel grounded - stable. And maybe that was part of her contractual obligation, but part of him felt there were times where her being there for him, her consistency, was because she wanted to.Â
But looking at Sihoon now, he couldnât help but think of the instances Y/N was the type to run away. The way she had avoided talking about uncomfortable situations, how quickly she had chosen to move past them, how she had shown no indication that the kiss had meant anything to herâhe started to wonder. Had he been deluding himself this entire time? Would Y/N only be interested in the chaos that was this arrangement? And even if he could allow himself to imagine something past it, would it be the same, or did Sihoon know her better?
âYou two have been doing well,â one the staff announced, glancing between Jinyoung and Y/N, snapping them both out of their thoughts. âThe public is really buying the chemistry.â Y/N barely had time to feel relieved at their words of affirmation before they continued.
âWe want to remind you both that Jinyoungâs premiere event is at the end of the week. There will be cameras everywhere, so itâs the perfect opportunity to showcase everything youâve been working on behind closed doors.â
Y/N and Jinyoung exchanged a glance at one another before looking back to the PR team. Y/N shifted slightly in her chair, feeling the weight of the statement settle in. Jinyoung, on the other hand, remained composed, simply nodding in acknowledgment.
âAlso,â the PR manager continued, their smile widening, âwe do have some exciting news. Weâve arranged a trip to Jeju Island for the two of you the day after the premiere.â
Y/Nâs eyes widened in surprise, her posture immediately perking up. âWait⊠like a vacation?â
There was a brief pauseâjust long enough for her to get her hopes upâbefore the PR rep clarified, âSort of a work-holiday arrangement if you will⊠there will be scheduled outings and some casual âspotted togetherâ moments. Think of it as an extended opportunity to solidify your image as a couple following the premiere.â they explained.
Y/Nâs shoulders dropped, her brief excitement slipping away as quickly as it had come. Of course it wasnât just a vacation. Nothing ever was. She forgot. This was work after all.Â
When the meeting concluded and the PR team left the room, Y/N let out a dramatic sigh, slumping back in her chair. âOf course, itâs not a real vacation,â she muttered aloud, arms crossed.
Jinyoung, still flipping through a folder the team had left behind, glanced at her and smirked. âDid you really think theyâd send us to Jeju just for fun?â
Y/N shot him a look. âI was hoping.â
He shut the folder with a soft thud and leaned back, studying her âStill innocent I see. Nothing in this business is ever done out of the kindness of peopleâs hearts seeetheartâ he scolded.
She groaned. âYouâre telling me now?â she looked at him.
He let on a smile.Â
âI canât believe my first time to Jeju will be a work tripâ she sighed disappointed.
âWell the first time I went I ran a food cartâ he retorted. Y/N laughed.
âIâll make sure we still enjoy ourselves, donât worry,â he said, more reassuring.Â
Y/N eyed him skeptically. âSo youâre saying weâll make the best of it?â
âIâm saying they can schedule whatever they want, but outside of that, weâre on an island with good food, nice weather, and an actual view that isnât just Seoul traffic.â
A beat passed, and then Y/N sighed, the corners of her lips twitching upward. âFine. But if they make us do another food cart youâll be the only one cookingâ
Jinyoung chuckled, standing up and grabbing his jacket. âIf you can conjure up your barista skills, Iâd say you have a deal.â
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The next day, Jinyoung wandered through the street market, absentmindedly running his fingers over the fabric of a sweater before moving on to the next rack. Shopping wasnât exactly his idea of a good time, but it was undeniably Yugyeomâs. The moment Jinyoung had mentioned the upcoming Jeju trip with Y/N, Yugyeom latched onto it as an excuse to drag him out under the pretense of "buying essentials." In reality, it was just another opportunity for Yugyeom to shop for himself.
Still, there were worse ways to spend an afternoon.
âWhat about this?â Yugyeom held up a ridiculously patterned coat, grinning.
Jinyoung barely spared it a glance. âNo.â
âYou didnât even look,â Yugyeom whined, shoving it back onto the rack. âFine. Be boring.â
Jinyoung smirked, shaking his head as he turned toward a display of winter accessories. A set of neatly stacked scarves caught his attentionâsoft, thick, and in neutral tones. His fingers ghosted over a navy one before his eyes landed on a similar style in muted pink.
Without thinking, he picked up both.
Yugyeom, watching from a few steps away, raised an eyebrow. âThatâs pretty warm for Jeju⊠and two?â
Jinyoung nodded, already draping the navy scarf around his neck to test the feel. âYeah.â
âFor who?â Yugyeomâs grin was immediateâknowing.
Jinyoung ignored him, adjusting the scarf in the mirror.
Yugyeom snorted. âOh my God. Youâre getting one for Y/N.â
Jinyoung sighed, finally looking at him. âItâs cold out.â
Yugyeomâs smirk only grew. âRight. Because you always buy scarves for your fake girlfriends.â
Jinyoung rolled his eyes but didnât put the pink one back.
Yugyeom wasnât done. âYou know matching accessories are a thing, right? A couple thing.â He wiggled his eyebrows before dramatically shimmying his shoulders.
Jinyoung turned to him, expression unreadable. Then, with practiced indifference, he told the cashier, âIâll take these.â
Yugyeom gaped before breaking into laughter. âHyung, you sound like you want to match.â
Jinyoung shrugged, unbothered.
Yugyeom squinted at him, leaning in. âBe honestâdo you actually care about the scarf, or do you just want to see her wear something you picked out?â
Jinyoung pulled out his wallet, not even looking at him. âIâve already seen that,â he murmured.
Yugyeom smacked his arm, eyes wide. âWow. Youâre further along than I thought. Should we buy lingerie too?â
Jinyoung shot him a glare as he grabbed the shopping bag, causing Yugyeom to cackle.
âOh, waitâyou probably prefer nothing,â Yugyeom added in a whisper, dodging out of reach before Jinyoung could retaliate.
Jinyoung exhaled sharply and pressed forward, but Yugyeom wasnât done. As they stepped out of the shop, bags in hand, Yugyeom nudged him with an elbow.
âSo,â he drawled. âAre you excited?â
Jinyoung frowned. âFor what?â
Yugyeom scoffed. âSpending time alone with Y/N, obviously.â
Jinyoung said nothing.
Yugyeomâs grin stretched wider. âOh my God. You are. Look at you.â
Jinyoung exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. âItâs a trip.â
âYeah, a trip. Just you two. Who knows, maybe youâll get some more practice.â Yugyeom waggled his eyebrows.
That was a mistake telling him that.
Jinyoung narrowed his eyes. âSpeaking of which⊠do I have anything on my lips?â He puckered exaggeratedly, perfectly mimicking Yugyeomâs infamous V-Live moment.
The smirk dropped from Yugyeomâs face instantly. âYou donât look cute doing it,â he muttered, stalking ahead.
Jinyoung chuckled to himself at the reaction.
Yugyeom recovered quickly, his teasing mood resurfacing. âDo you think sheâs excited?â
âY/N said itâs her first time going, so Iâd assume so.â
Or at least, he hoped she was.
Yugyeom caught his expression and grinned even wider. âYou want her to be excited to spend time with you, huh?â
Jinyoung tsked. âYouâre reading too much into this.â
Yugyeom nestled up beside him, undeterred. âAm I? Hyung, Iâve never seen you go out of your way like this for anyone. The scarf, the trip, you not complaining about shoppingââ
Jinyoung cut him off with a sigh. âIâm just trying to be thoughtful.â
Yugyeom hummed, thoroughly amused. âRight, right. Our very thoughtful Jinyoung. Because being thoughtful definitely doesnât mean you like her.â
Jinyoung shot him a sharp look, but Yugyeom just threw an arm around his shoulder, grinning ear to ear.
âThis is gonna be so fun,â he mused.
Jinyoung groaned, shoving him off. âYouâre insufferable.â
âAnd youâre in denial,â Yugyeom countered, unfazed. âBut donât worry, hyung. Youâll get there⊠when you get to Jeju.â
Jinyoung sighed, rolling his eyesâbut he didnât argue.
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The next night, before his dramaâs premiere, Jinyoung sat at the dining room table, bathed in the dim glow of his laptop screen. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, then backspaced, then hovered again. Y/N watched from across the room as she zipped on her jacket, just observing him. He didnât notice, instead, his brows were drawn together in concentration, lips pressed into a firm line. Every so often, he exhaled sharply, his fingers tapping against the desk in an uneven rhythmâhesitant, restless. It wasnât like him to seem so unsettled, but the way his eyes scanned the screen, the way his knee bounced under the table, made it obvious. Y/N had seen him handle press before, but something about tonight felt different. Seeing him like this gave Y/N an idea.
Outside the apartment window, snow was falling slowly.
âJinyoung,â she called softly, stepping into the dinning room where he sat at the table, shoulders taut.
âHmm?â He hummed in response without looking up from the laptop.
âYou look like youâre trying to set your laptop on fire with your mind.â she joked.
He glanced up for a second before offering a small, tired smile. âIâm just making sure everything is set for the event.â He explained, looking back to the computer.
Y/N hummed, considering him for a moment. âDo you want to get Hotteok with me?â she asked innocently.
He blinked, looking up at her. âI didnât think they had Hotteok in Seoul,â he said.
She smiled. âI found a place, and I need your expertise to know if it's good.â
He then turned his attention to the window. âItâs snowing.â He observed.
âExactly,â she grinned. âPerfect weather for Hotteok.â She added.
âWhatâs the alternative?â He questioned.
âI'll go by myself,â she responded.
He furrowed his eyebrows at her and let out a short huff of intrigue.
"So, let me get this straightâyouâre telling me youâre going out, at night, in the snow, alone, fully aware that I wonât just stay behind⊠meaning I have no choice but to go with you?" His lips pressed into a thin line.
âYes,â she replied, smiling.
âAll because you want to try hotteok at 9 pm at night?â he asked.Â
âWell yes, but also because we should get your mind off of things,â she suggested, her eyes flickering to the computer.
âAnd this is the only thing you could come up with?â He replied.
â⊠Well do you have any other suggestions?â She tilted her head.
He actually did actually⊠just not appropriate ones.
He simply stared back at her, thinking.
âPlease ⊠Jinyoungie?â she smirked at the usage of the nickname which caused him to visibly cringe.
And yet, with a sigh, he shut his laptop screen and rose from his seat without more debate.
In all honesty it was seeming harder and harder to say no to her.
Satisfied at her win, she tugged on his sleeve, pulling him toward the door.
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Even though their apartment was only a ten-minute walk away, the cold bit at their skin the moment they stepped outside. Y/N didnât mind. She was just happyâJinyoung had been working hard lately, and this was the perfect distraction. Jinyoung, on the other hand, was already regretting this. He hated the cold.
But when he glanced at Y/N out of the corner of his eye, their shoulders bumping as they walked, the regret fadedâjust a little.
Still, since Y/N was in a good mood, and Jinyoung was Jinyoung, he couldnât help but toy with it.
The next time their shoulders met, he gave her an extra shove, just enough to knock her slightly off balance. The smile wiped clean from her face as she shot him a glare. Jinyoung only grinned mischievously, walking ahead like nothing happened.
Y/N caught up, her expression annoyed.
Sensing it, Jinyoung threw his arm over her shoulder, pulling her close. Without thinking, Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist in response.
âThis your way of keeping me warm?â she mused, tilting her head up at him.
âNo, this is so you canât push me away,â he shot back, smug.
âThatâs rich, coming from the guy who just pushed me.â
âMy apologies for having broad shoulders,â he replied dryly.
âItâs not your fault. I blame the army.â
Jinyoung smirked, glancing down at her.Â
âAnd I donât want to push you away anywaysâ she mentioned, looking down at their footsteps.
âOh really? What? Are you starting to get used to me or something?â he questioned teasingly.
âNo Iâm saying because Iâm coldâ she corrected, looking back up at him innocently.
Something about the way she looked at himâeffortlessly comfortable, like they belonged in this momentâmade him pause.
Without a word, he stopped. Y/N loosened her hold on him, standing up straight to meet his gaze.
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a scarfâthe one heâd bought at the market with Yugyeom, which he just remembered he had on him. Carefully, he draped it around her neck, adjusting it with care.
She blinked. âWhatâs this?â
âYouâre cold.â He noted, still fixing it, fingers lingering.
She looked at the navy blue scarf along his neck and realized it resembled hers. âYou do realize this is a couple thing, right?â
Jinyoung sighed. âNot you too.â
âWhat?â
âNothing.â
She let out a teasing hum. âThis almost makes it look like weâre actually dating.â
Jinyoung smirked, tilting his head. âWe are actually dating,â he said smugly, wiggling his eyebrows as he gave the scarf one final tug.
âOh, right,â she responded innocently.
He smiled, then threw his arm back over her shoulder, pulling her along.
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Eventually, they reached a food truck near the square, the warm scent of something savory cutting through the crisp night air. The sizzle of dough and caramelized sugar wrapped around them as they approached the cart, the hotteok cooking to golden-brown perfection on the griddle.
Without hesitation, Y/N ordered two, the sweet scent of cinnamon filling the air as the vendor handed them over. She turned, offering one to Jinyoung.
âTry,â she insisted, holding it up to him, implying for him to let her feed him. âMaybe itâll remind you of home so you can stop overthinking.â
Jinyoung hesitated, glancing between her and the food. Then, he leaned in, taking a small bite.
A rare, soft expression flickered across his faceâsurprise, maybe even delight.
Y/Nâs smile widened. âNot bad, right?â she teased, nudging him.
Jinyoung gave a nonchalant shrug, trying to play it cool. âI approve.â His tone was casual, but there was something sincere beneath it. She liked seeing him like thisâunguarded, content.
They lingered at the cart, finishing their hotteok, basking in the warmth of the streetlights illuminating the quiet night.
He couldnât help but smile in realization that that rather than Y/N dragging him here wanting to hotteok for herself, she brought him here to get his mind off of things by giving him a familiar comfort.
He studied her enjoyment of the hotteok with a light smile.
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On the way back, Y/N pulled her scarf tighter around her neck, the chilly air biting at her cheeks. The snowfall had picked up slightly, the streets growing quieter as they walked. When they reached a small alley with an overhang, she instinctively ducked beneath it, seeking shelter from the falling snow.
Jinyoung, however, walked just past the edge, snow collecting on his shoulders and hair, completely unbothered.
âCome under here,â Y/N called, watching him from beneath the overhang.
He glanced over, smiling. âI like the snow.â
âOh, really?â Y/N arched an eyebrow, a mischievous glint flashing in her eyes.
Without hesitation, she kicked the garage door beside her. A pile of snow, dislodged by the impact, tumbled downâright onto Jinyoungâs head.
The moment the snow settled, Y/N pressed her lips together, barely containing her laughter.
Jinyoung stood frozen in place, eyes wide, snow slipping down his collar. Slowly, he turned to her, mouth slightly agape.
âIâm sorry,â Y/N choked out between laughs.
Jinyoung wiped at his face, shaking the snow from his hair with a deadpan look. âReally?â
Y/N was still laughing, eyes sparkling with amusement.
âTake a pictureâitâll last longer,â he muttered, brushing more snow from his coat.
âIf you say so.â She immediately whipped out her phone and snapped a photo.
Jinyoung barely glanced at the camera before his hand shot out, aiming to delete it.
âJinyoung!â Y/N gasped, realizing his plan just in time. She yanked the phone away and took off running.
Jinyoung didnât hesitate. He chased after her, his laughter blending with hers.
Y/Nâs footsteps were light, but Jinyoung was faster. Within seconds, he caught up, wrapping his arms around her from behind, trapping her in place.
Y/N continued laughing, struggling against his grip.
They wrestled for the phone for a moment before Jinyoung got ahold of it, both of them breathless, but smiling, Y/N gave up and went back to her hold onto his waist. âDonât delete itâ she cautioned, watching him hold her phone in his hands.
But rather than delete the photo, he slid to the right of the homescreen to open the camera, and turned it facing them, lowering it so they could both fit in the frame of the selfie.
Y/N was surprised at how cute they looked together, but she was too content to protest.
Jinyoung dipped his head slightly to fit into the frame, his arm still hooked around her collar, pulling her close as they continued walking while taking the selfies. He held her head under his chin as they both smiled silently looking down, Jinyoung snapping away. The camera caught the way their scarves nearly matched, the snowflakes dusting their hair, and the faint glow of the streetlights behind them. In the picture, Jinyoungâs smirk softened just enough to look genuine, and Y/N, despite herself, looked warmer and more like a girlfriend than she expected.
After a few and some shared laughs, he allowed for Y/N to take her phone back from him and review the photos.Â
He watched over her shoulder as she scrolled through them, noticing her grinning, admiring the pictures.
âPretty,â he murmured before he could stop himself.
âThe snow, right?â she asked without glancing up at him.Â
âYou,â he corrected.
At this Y/N looked up at him, something fluttering in her chest. Her face flashing a blush.
âShut up,â she muttered, nudging him shyly, but Jinyoung didnât let her go.
As they continued walking content, Jinyoung glanced over his shoulder to see their footsteps in the snow behind them. In doing so, for a split second he thought he saw a shadow slip out of sight around a corner in the distance. His brows furrowed, but before he could think about it, he turned his attention back in front of them, pulling Y/N close.
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By the time they returned to the apartment, raving about their hotteok, the space was quiet.
As they stepped into the warm apartment, the contrast from the biting cold outside sent a pleasant shiver down Y/Nâs spine. Jinyoung was still dusting snow off his shoulders and hair when Y/N stepped closer, reaching up without thinking. âHold still,â she murmured before tugging at the zipper of his jacket.Â
Jinyoung watched as she slipped his jacket off his shoulders for him, her eyes flickering downward at what was beneath before she could stop herself. His sweater, damp from the melting snow, clung to him in a way that left little to the imaginationâoutlining the firm lines of his torso, the way it stretched just slightly over his broad shoulders. She swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of how close they were, of the heat radiating from his body despite the lingering chill. It shouldnât have been a big dealâshe was just helping him out of his snow-covered clothesâbut as her fingers brushed against the fabric, she had to force herself to focus on anything other than how ridiculously good he looked like this. Jinyoung, seemingly oblivious, smirked down at her. âYouâre being awfully thorough,â he mused. Y/N rolled her eyes, stepping back before she did something embarrassing. âJust trying to keep you from catching a cold,â she muttered, but the warmth creeping up her neck betrayed her.
âYouâre soaked,â she commented, more to herself than him. His lips curled slightly, amusement dancing in his eyes. âI wonder whoâs fault that is?â he asked sarcastically. Y/N looked up at him as she busied herself with her own coat. âGo change,â she quipped, but the warmth in her touch still lingered between them.
After they both had changed, they returned to the living room. The lights were dim, the only glow coming from the city outside, casting shifting patterns on the walls. The heater hummed in the background, wrapping them in warmth, but that wasnât what kept the chill away. It was thisâbeing here, sitting close.
A movie played in the background, something neither of them had put too much thought into.Â
Jinyoung shifted slightly, stretching one arm behind his head as he let out a slow breath. He glanced down at Y/N, who was still sitting up, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the blanket.
âYou can lay down on me if you want,â he murmured, his voice quiet.Â
Y/N hesitated for a second at his suggestion, but the other part of her was eager to take him up on his offer. Slowly, she eased down over him, laying her hands on his chest, resting her head on them.
The moment she settled against him, she became hyper aware of everything again - especially how his body felt beneath her, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the way his shirt stretched across his chest as he shifted. It shouldâve been easy to relax, but now her heart was beating a little too fast, and she was scared he could feel it.Â
Jinyoung hadnât even hesitated draping an arm around her, his fingers brushing absently against her shoulder.
Is this how friends laid together?
He didnât seem to notice Y/Nâs tenseness. Instead he remained still. It was casualâshould have been casualâbut the longer they stayed like this, the more something unspoken hung between them.
She sighed softly, shifting. The movie played on, but Y/N found it hard to focus on anything except she could feel his abs rise and fall against her stomach. She swallowed hard remembering what they looked like.
Jinyoungâs voice broke through the quiet. âComfortable?â
Y/N snapped herself out of her thoughts, willing herself to sound normal. âYeah,â she mumbled, though she wasnât sure if her answer was entirely true. Comfortable wasnât exactly the right wordânot when she felt this aware, this distracted.
He hummed in acknowledgment, but she could tell by the slight amusement in his tone that he wasnât entirely fooled. Still, he didnât press further. Instead, his fingers resumed their slow, absentminded movements against her shoulder, and Y/N forced herself to exhale, letting the tension leave her body.
Maybe sheâd get used to this. Maybe sheâd stop overthinking how solid he felt beneath her, how easy it would be to trace the contours of his shoulders, his armsâ
She squeezed her eyes shut. No. That was dangerous territory.
Instead, she focused on his heartbeat, steady and grounding.
Outside, the snow continued to fall, blanketing the world in stillness. But here, in this quiet, unhurried moment, nothing felt heavy.
As for Jinyoung, for once, his mind wasnât racing.
For once, he wasnât thinking about the event, the cameras, the expectations.
Just this.
Just her.
They laid in silence, content and warm. But as the movieâs plot unraveled, Jinyoung felt his & Y/Nâs bodies tense. The story took a darker turnâan obsessive stalker watching the protagonistâs every move. He could see Y/N watching intently, the way her fingers curled slightly into the blanket.
He just reached for the remote and switched it off.
Y/N blinked up at him, startled. âWhyâ?â
âYou donât need to watch that. Letâs find something that wonât give us both nightmares.â he said simply, voice calm but firm as he searched for something else.
She exhaled slowly, the tension still clinging to her frame. It was so odd how sometimes she didnât even have to open her mouth and yet he just knew what she was thinking. She didnât know anyone as receptive as Jinoyung.
She watched as he scrolled through options, one arm behind his head, the other flicking through selections with the remote. This time, he picked the movieâsomething light, something easy. But something in the air lingered, something unsaid.
He set the remote down and laid his hand back down on her back, Y/N eager for him to continue the faint drawing he was doing on her shoulder with his finger. Instead, they laid there in silence for a moment as the movie started.
âI would never let anything happen to you,â he said aloud, finally clearing the air of what felt unsaid. Y/Nâs turned her attention away from the movie at the randomness of it. His voice was quiet, serious in a way that left no room for doubt.
âI know,â Y/N consoled.
He nodded, seeming content with that.
She shifted, resettling, her head resting on her hands, which rested on his chest. Jinyoung felt the weight of her so naturally beside him that he let himself relax completely. He noticed the way her breathing evened out, the way she unconsciously nestled closer as if she felt just as safe.
Jinyoung glanced down, his gaze tracing the soft curve of her face, the way her lashes fluttered slightlyâcaught somewhere between wakefulness and sleep.
She made a small soundâcontent, almostâher body rising and falling dependent on his breathing.
And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.
It wasnât long before the warmth of the room and the quiet flickering light of the screen lulled her to sleep, as per usual.
Jinyoung scoffed at how routine this had become. But he wasnât much better. He only lasted a few moments longer before his own eyelids grew heavy.
â
An hour or so later, Jinyoung jolted awake.
His breath came quickly, uneven. The dark silence of the apartment pressed in around him, too still, too quiet. His pulse pounded in his ears, a lingering echo of somethingâsomething he couldnât quite shake.
In his panic, he startled Y/N awake.
She blinked rapidly, disoriented, her gaze quickly finding him. âWhat happened?â she mumbled, still half-asleep.
His hand gripped the edge of the couch, the other still resting holding her back. His face was pale, the remnants of his nightmare still clinging to him. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to steady his breath.
âItâs nothing,â he murmured after a pause. âJust a nightmare.â
Y/N propped herself up on one elbow, rubbing her eyes as she studied him. Even in the dim light, she could tell something wasnât right.
âAre you okay?â she asked, voice softer now, laced with concern.
Jinyoung hesitated. Part of him wanted to tell her, yearning for more comfort. The dream had been vividâdark, unsettling⊠about stalking - a nightmare probably ignited with help the first movie. But as he stared at her in the eyes now, innocent and drowsy with sleep, he couldnât bring himself to tell her what it had truly been about for fear of scaring her too.
Instead, he exhaled, forcing a half-hearted smile. âJust stressed,â he said quietly. âThe dramaâs release is tomorrow, you know how it is.â
Y/N searched his face, unconvinced. Still, she reached up, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead. âEverythingâs going to be okay, Jinyoung.â Her voice was soft, steady.
He looked at her for a long moment, his heart heavier than he let on. He wanted to say more. He wanted to tell her. But instead, he just nodded.
Y/N yawned, stretching slightly. âDo you want to go to bed?â she asked, shifting as if to sit up.
Jinyoung hesitatedâjust for a secondââIn a minuteâ he said before guiding her back down to his chest. His arms wrapped around her this time, almost as a quiet plea to stay.
She tensed slightly at first but then, without a word, relaxed against him. Maybe he needed this.
And so, as she let herself drift back into sleep. Jinyoung on the other hand at ayed awake a little longer, staring at the ceiling, wrestling with his thoughts.
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Y/N wished she could disappear.
The PR team sat across from her and Jinyoung, explainingâin excruciating detailâthe possibility of a public kiss at their next event. âJust a light one,â they assured, âsomething natural, spontaneous. Itâll sell the relationship.â
Y/N risked a glance at Jinyoung. He looked as unbothered as ever, arms crossed, listening with that cool, unreadable expression.
Meanwhile, she was internally panicking.
They hadnât even held hands outside of public events, and now they were expected to kiss?
âShould weâshould we try it now?â one of the PR members suggested hesitantly.
Y/N felt her entire body seize up. âRight now?â
Jinyoung finally looked at her, and for the first time, he seemed vaguely uncomfortable too. He cleared his throat. âWe donât have to do this in front of an audience.â
The team exchanged glances. âOkay, weâll leave you two to figure out what feels natural. Justâmake sure youâre ready for⊠everything. We might have something in the works, a vacation of sorts where PDA might be expected so we hope you two can figure something out before we proceed.âÂ
Y/N froze, her pulse racing. She wasnât sure whether to feel relieved that they hadnât just pushed her into an uncomfortable kiss or horrified that it was for a public display of this at some point.
With that, the PR team left, and the silence between her and Jinyoung hung heavily in the air.
Y/N exhaled the moment the door shut, rubbing her temples. âWeâre fucked.â
Jinyoung let out a short, almost amused breath. âAgreed.â
It had been a long day, especially after being presented with the idea of practicing⊠kissingâŠwith Jinyoung. As a result, Y/N had slipped away from the chaos as soon as she could, seeking refuge in the warmth of the bathroom. The shower was a release, the hot water washing away the exhaustion and the tension that clung to her skin.Â
As she emerged from the bathroom with wet hair, wrapped loosely in a towel, she glanced around the bathroom, reaching under the sink for the hair dryer. When she placed it onto the sink counter and plugged it in, she was met with a dull hum of the dryer motor, but in a way that it was clearly not working correctly.Â
Y/N sighed in disappointment.
She pulled on her robe, and peaked her head into the hallway, half-expecting it to be quiet, but there, in the living room, sat Jinyoung on the couch. She froze for a moment, surprised to see him still up.
âDidnât expect you to still be awake,â she stated, ringing her damp hair with a towel.
Jinyoung, looking up from his phone and over to the bathroom, offered a small smile. âCouldnât sleep. You?â
Y/N shook her head, trying to wring out as much moisture as she could from her hair. She knew the feeling all too wellâhair still damp, there would not be enough time to let it dry naturally.
âJinyoung⊠the dryerâs not⊠working,â Y/N said, glancing at the counter where her blow dryer lay, the motor turning off.
Jinyoung said nothing more aside from getting up, his expression serious but soft, as if heâd been waiting for her to ask. He crossed the room and walked into the bathroom behind Y/N. She tensed at the proximity. Jinyoung took the dryer from the counter, without a word, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
He looked concentrated as he flicked on the hair dryer, and for some reason as if magically, of course the dryer worked for him. He switched it off before looking up at her in the mirror.
âDo you want me to do it?â he questioned, waiting for her response.Â
Y/N tensed. âDo what?â she asked, confused.
âDry your hair,â he said, seemingly entertained.
âOhâŠâ Y/N hesitated, thinking about it. âDo you even know how to do it?â she asked, stalling.
Jinyoung smiled knowingly. âUh⊠I dry my hair too, Y/N.â
âRightâŠâ Y/N nodded. âOkay, good boy,â she said, her eyes meeting his in the mirror.
Jinyoung froze for a moment, clearly caught off guard. âWhat?â he asked, his voice low and intrigued.
Y/N turned red. "It's a joke! I just thought since you said⊠you can do anything⊠it's from - your song-â she stumbled trying to find her words.Â
Jinyoungâs typically annoyed expression cracked easily into an ever so slight grin before he looked back down to her hair. âYouâre lucky Iâm in a good mood." he warned.
âJust stay stillâ he said, an underlying firmness in the command. âIâll be gentleâ he mentioned before turning on the hair dryer and starting. Â
The hum of it suddenly loud in the otherwise quiet apartment. She braced herself, expecting the usual rush of air and heat. Instead, he began slowly, gently lifting sections of her hair and running his fingers through it, fingers grazing the back of her neck as hot air blew on it. The sensation sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. She watched in the mirror as Jinyoung seemed to smirk lightly at her apparent shivering.
Why did he look so good like this?
It wasnât so much the words, but the simplicity of them that hit her. It was a small thing, a simple gesture. But to Y/N, it felt like the world was shifting beneath her. All her life, she had done everything herself. She had been independent, relied on no one. She didn't have to ask someone for help when she didnât know how to work a hairdryer. She knew every corner of her home, every object in her space. Each routine was hers alone, no one else had to take part in it. She wasnât used to living under someone elseâs rules - as apparent by the antics of the previous week. But now, here Jinyoung was, stepping in to do the one thing she had always managed by herself. And she wasnât sure how to feel about itâallowing someone to take over.
But as she watched Jinyoung in the mirror, his touch gentle, his offer to help with no expectation in return, something inside her shifted. Maybe letting someone help, letting them be there for her, wasnât so terrible after all. Infact it might have actually been nice.
And then there was his proximity. She couldnât help but notice how close he stood behind her. His presence was undeniable, a quiet, soothing warmth that wrapped around her.Â
Or maybe it was just because it was him.
He was calm, almost like he was focused entirely on her, on making sure she felt comfortable. The steady hum of the dryer seemed to slow in time with his careful strokes.
Y/N swallowed, trying to steady her nerves. She had to remind herself that this was just a simple act. He was just drying her hair, and yet, everything about it felt like more than that. It was the way his touch lingered, the way his voice dropped, the way he gave his full attention to something so small. She felt his presence in a way she never had before, like he was reading her in ways she hadnât even realized.
Y/N couldnât help but relax into this sensation and the feeling of it, even closing her eyes at how nice it felt for someone to do it for her, especially Jinyoung.
Then, with the click of the hairdryer, the moment was over. Y/N snapped her eyes open. With a soft, almost apologetic sigh, he muttered, âThere.â he smiled, letting her newly dried hair rest on her back, brushing it with his fingers lightly.
Y/N fiddled with the hem of her sleeve, debating something. She clenched her hands, trying to ground herself, but the thought was consuming her, making it harder to focus on anything else. She didnât want to say it. She really didnât.
But then the words were out before she could stop herself.
ââŠShould we practice?â
Jinyoung glanced at her in the mirror. âPractice?â
Y/N shrugged, suddenly regretting everything. He just looked so attractive being that gentle, it was to the point that something was begging her to at least see what it would feel like.
 âI meanâIâm just thinking about what the PR team said⊠we might as well get it over with⊠right?â she suggested.
Jinyoung didnât answer right away.
Then, to her surprise, he gave a slow nod. âAlright.â
Y/N swallowed. She hadnât actually expected him to agree.
She turned to face him, her heart pounding against her chest, as she leaned back against the cool edge of the bathroom sink. Her body felt electric, the tension between them thick and palpable, as they both hesitated, unwilling to close the gap, unsure of where this would lead. Y/N could already feel the awkwardness threatening to swallow the moment, but something else lingered tooâa sharp, magnetic pull she couldnât quite shake.
Jinyoung stepped closer, slow but deliberate, and this time when he leaned down, there were no cameras, no expectations. Just them. Alone in a quiet room.Â
Y/N remained still, her body frozen, her mind a whirl of confusion and longing. It had been so long since sheâd kissed someone, and now here she was, standing in front of himâJinyoung, of all people.
The second their lips met, everything shifted. It wasnât awkward. No, it wasnât that. It was just... hesitant. Careful, like both of them were testing the waters, unsure but curious.
Jinyoungâs lips were soft, warmer than she expected, and they lingered there for a second, as though he was waiting for her to react. Y/N felt the hesitation tooâher pulse quickened, but she couldnât pull away. Instead, she leaned in, responding just enough to close the distance.
His hand brushed her jaw, light and almost reverent, as if he was waiting for her to pull away or push him off, but she didnât. She stayed there, fingers tightening on the counter as she leaned closer. And then the kiss deepenedâslowly, tentatively, but with an intensity that both surprised and terrified her.
This wasnât supposed to feel like this. This good.
Jinyoungâs lips moved against hers, and something inside her shifted, like everything sheâd built around herself cracked open just a little. His breath mingled with hers, warm and urgent.
It wasnât just a kiss anymore. She pressed closer, deepening the kiss, wanting more. She felt his warmth against her, the heat building between them as their lips moved together in a rhythm neither had expected. His hand still on her chin. She felt dizzy, breathless. Her mind scrambled to keep up, but all she could focus on was him.
But just when she was getting in the rhythm, Jinyoung pulled back unexpectedly, leaving the air between them felt thick with something unsaid.
Y/N blinked, looking Jinyoung in the eye unable to even process what has just happened. âOkay. That⊠should be enough p-practice,â Y/N stated, her voice shaking more than she meant it to.
Jinyoung looked her up and down, still close, looking unsure of what to say.Â
A heavy silence stretched between them, thick and heavy with the weight of everything they hadnât said. Y/N stood there, trying to steady her breathing, feeling her pulse racing in her neck.
And then, suddenly, Y/N blurted, âIâm going to bed.â The words felt too rushed, too forced, and she cursed herself for sounding so unsteady.
Without waiting for his reply, she turned and practically fled from the bathroom, leaving Jinyoung behind, leaving him to wonder, what the hell had just happened?
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Summary: After returning from his military hiatus, Jinyoungâs agency pressures him into a fake relationship to combat rumors and restart his career. Y/N, a regular waitress, is hired as the other half of the arrangement. Theyâre supposed to keep things professional, but real feelings start to blur the lines as their contract nears its end. Pairing: Jinyoung (Got7) x Fem!Reader Tags: #angst#tension #jinyoungangst #jinyoungxreader Word count: 2,700 Genre: enemies to lovers
"Come on," Jinyoung said, stepping toward Y/N, who lingered hesitantly in the rooftop lobby, just as he had instructed via text. "I want to show you something."
Y/N glanced up at him, brows knitting together in confusion. âIâve already seen the pool, Jinyoung.â
He huffed a quiet laugh, catching the edge of her allusiveness. âI know. Now come on.â Without waiting for further protest, he placed a hand on her shoulder, steering her toward the rooftop door.
âClose your eyes,â he instructed, his tone light but firm.
She hesitated. âAre you gonna push me off the building?â she deadpanned.
Jinyoung smirked. âWe still have four months left. Why would I do that?â
With a reluctant shrug, she complied, exhaling softly as she let him guide her forward.
Jinyoung knew he was making good on his effort of trying to properly apologize to Y/N for the antics earlier in the week, the W Korea cover, the argument, the way he had frustrated her. At first, he thought the solution was simple: buy her the bracelet she wanted. But when she turned it down, it lingered with him longer than he expected until her words played back in his mindâI like apologies through actions, not gifts.
She was right. He couldnât smooth things over with something material, especially not something tied to their disagreement. But that didnât mean he wasnât going to try. Between the bookshelf he finished assembling, the furniture he helped pick out, and the little touches of home they had added to her space, Jinyoung had been trying, in his own way, to make things easier for her to get used to.
So he thought of giving her something that with money couldnât buy.Â
"Okay," Jinyoung murmured, stepping slightly to the side. "Open them."
Y/N blinked her eyes open, only to freeze. The rooftop glowed with warm string lights, a firepit crackling in the center, the scent of food curling through the air. And surrounding it allâGOT7. No cameras, no fanfare. Just them, gathered in a rare moment of peace.
She stared, caught off guard, her fingers tightening at her sides as a flicker of shyness crossed her face. âWhat⊠is this?â she asked, barely above a whisper, glancing at Jinyoung like she needed confirmation that this was real.
He watched her, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile. âAction.â
Simple. No grand declarations, no extravagance. Just something that mattered. Something that made things a little easier, a little betterâfor her.
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Jinyoungâs friends had been joking around for a while, but BamBam suddenly leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Y/N couldnât help but feel the nerves knotting in her stomach when she approached the couches where GOT7 was already seated, their easy camaraderie making her feel like an outsider. She hesitated for a moment, then took a seat next to Jinyoung, her heart pounding in her chest. To her right, BamBam sat with his usual mischievous grin, his legs casually stretched out, making himself at home. On the left beside Jinyoung was Jackson who was cracking a joke, his loud laughter filling the air, in the chair beside him was JB. Youngjae, across from her, watching with an amused smirk. Mark, sitting next to Youngjae, leaned in to join the conversation, a calm presence amidst the energy of the group. Yugyeom sat in a chair to the right of her.Â
As she tried to settle into the group, she stole glances at the others, hoping her awkwardness wouldnât be too obvious. It was hard not to feel like the odd one out among her favorite group, feeling both starstruck and out of her depth. Jinyoung, right beside her, seemed perfectly at ease with his arm on the back of the couch behind her, which only made Y/N more aware of how out of place she felt.Â
"So, Y/N," Bambam started with a playful grin. "Whatâs your trauma from living with Jinyoung, any fights yet?" he asked, dying to know.
Everyone turned to her, waiting for her answer. Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the question, then laughed softly. She turned to look at Jinyoung, who was unsure of how she would respond. "Itâs⊠interesting." Y/N remarked.
Jinyoung raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Interesting how?"
Y/N smirked and shrugged, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, heâs very particular. I'll put it that way." Y/N concluded, passing a smile to Jinyoung as to assure him she wouldnât disclose their recent arguments, to which he looked grateful.
"Oh tell me about it, you should've seen our fridge in the dorm, heâs constantly ârealigningâ things, like - if somethingâs even a little out of place, heâll rearrange it" Jackson laughed.
Jinyoung shot her a look of mock offense, but there was a hint of amusement behind his gaze. "Is it wrong to like things in order?"
âAfter living with you I think Iâm prepared for the army hyungâ Yugeyom joked to Jinyoung.
"Heâs not that bad⊠I think heâs just a Virgo," Y/N defended Jinyoung, looking at him fondly.
âThat or heâs just an ass-â Yugeyom began before Jinyoung shot him a glare, to which he laughed off.
âHe must be taking it easy on you then" Yugyeom smiled before taking a sip of his drink. Y/N and Jinyoung exchanged a smirk at one another.
"This is all Iâm saying," BamBam said, leaning back with his arms crossed. "Jinyoung has a bad habit of thinking he knows best."
"Thatâs because I do," Jinyoung said flatly.
Jackson burst out laughing, pointing at him. "He said that with zero hesitation!"
"Wow," Youngjae gasped, shaking his head. "Even after the mat incident?"
"Oh no, donât bring up the mat againâ" Jaebeom groaned.Â
"Actually," Mark started, already grinning. "Letâs talk about it. Letâs talk about how Jinyoung is a menace." he affirmed.
"What are you guys looking at me for Jaebomâs the one who punched a wall instead of Jackson," Jinyoung shot back, raising an eyebrow.
"HEY," Jackson exclaimed dramatically, holding Jaebeomâs shoulder in support.
"I wasnât trying to hit him,â Jaebeom grumbled.Â
âThe point is, Jinyoung is the real problem here!" Yugyeom exclaimed.
"I am not the problem," Jinyoung argued.
"Music Bank bathroom," Youngjae fake-coughed.
Jinyoung glared at him. "That was Youngjaeâs fault."
"How was it my fault?!" Youngjae said, looking offended. "You grabbed me first!"
"And then you went to sulk in the car," Jinyoung added.
âAnd this was over a water bottle mind you," Jackson added with a laugh.
"The drama in this group," BamBam sighed dramatically.
The group erupted into a laugh, including Y/N who had been enjoying herself watching their interaction in real time.
"Iâd say the couple t-shirt fight was the dumbest one." Mark concluded.
"Absolutely not" BamBam deadpanned.
"Right, had way dumber fights," Jackson nodded in agreement.
"Like the flying rice incident," Jaebom smirked, making Jackson shrink in defeat.
"Itâs probably still on that ceiling," Jinyoung laughed.
âRemember my MacBook?â Mark added grinning.
"Or the time we exiled BamBam in Paris," Jaebeom added thoughtfully.
"Can we not talk about thatâ" BamBam groaned.
"GOT6âJJAI!" Yugyeom interrupted.
BamBam started, leaning back in his chair, âLetâs talk about which A teaser was the worst. I vote for Jinyoung's.â
The group immediately erupted into agreement.
âDefinitely,â Jackson said, grinning. âNo question. Itâs like you were trying to be an extra in a horror movie.â
Y/N glanced at Jinyoung, who was now slightly squirming in his seat, his face turning pink.
âY/N, you should watch it on YouTube,â BamBam added with a mischievous grin. âItâs a must-see.â
Y/N raised an eyebrow before a teasing smile spread across her lips. âOh, Iâve already seen it.â
The room went silent for a beat before erupting.
âWhat?!â Jackson practically shouted, whipping around to face her. âYouâve seen it already?â
âOf course I have,â she said, laughing as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Jinyoung groaned, immediately dragging his hands over his face in mortification. âYou guys are the worst.â
âWait, waitâcan you recite it?!â Jackson asked, eyes wide with excitement.
Y/N glanced at Jinyoung, enjoying how he was still hiding behind his hands. Then, with perfect delivery, she mimicked, âA~ youâre drunk, right?â
An* I love him but why am I CRINGING
The room exploded. Everyone squealed, cheering like they had just witnessed history being made. Jackson shook Jinyoung by the shoulders, doubled over in laughter, while Y/N nudged his arm playfully.
âStop,â Jinyoung muttered from behind his hands, voice muffled but unmistakably suffering.
âWhat?â Y/N grinned, nudging him again. âI thought it was cute.â
The group let out another loud reaction, hoots and teasing noises filling the air. Jinyoung still refused to meet her gaze, but the tips of his ears burned red.
Y/N, feeling merciful, patted his arm reassuringly. âBesides, Bambamâs was easily way cringier,â she added, throwing him a lifeline.
Jinyoung finally peeked at her from between his fingers, his lips pressing together as if fighting back a smile of comfort.
BamBam laughed at her comment, immediately steered the conversation in another direction. âFair. Speaking of cringe-worthy performances, remember Dream High 2?â
âJJ Cross!â Youngjae said, grinning.
âYou mean when Jinyoung and Jaebeom were fighting like dolphins?â Mark added with a laugh.
Everyone burst into laughter again, and BamBam spoke up. âBut, you know what? I give credit where creditâs due. You were committed, Jinyoung. Even though it was a little cringey, you really gave it your all.â
Yugyeom smiled. âThatâs our actor Jinyoung, always committed.â
As the laughter with GOT7 settled into a warm hum, someone suggested taking a polaroid to capture the moment. The group quickly huddled together, everyone jockeying for the best spot. Jinyoung, without missing a beat, moved closer to Y/N, their shoulders brushing. Without a word, he slid his arm around her, a casual yet intentional gesture, pulling her in just a bit more. His fingers formed a peace sign, a playful smile curving his lips as he leaned in.
Y/N, slightly surprised by the closeness, couldnât help but smile back, mirroring his peace sign with her own. The camera clicked, freezing the moment in time. As the picture started developing in her hand, she turned toward Yugyeom, leaning over his shoulder to get a better look at the image. Her laughter bubbled up again as she took in the instant memory.
Jinyoung stood back for a moment, watching her, his gaze softening. She looked so effortlessly at ease, laughing with his friends, her presence in the moment so natural, so perfect. It struck him deeply, the way she belonged here, in this space, with him and his world. For a moment, he could hardly breathe, the weight of the thought pressing on him: in just four months, this would be over. And all heâd have left was the polaroid to remind him it happened.
After everyone left, Y/N and Jinyoung made their way back downstairs to the apartment, their steps slower now, unhurried. The hallway was quiet, save for the soft brush of their clothes as their shoulders bumped occasionally.Â
Jinyoung glanced at her, catching the way she exhaledâa long, measured breath, as if sheâd been holding it in all night. He nudged her lightly. âI know they were a lot, but did you enjoy yourself?â His voice was casual, but the way he studied her said he actually cared about the answer.
Y/N looked up at him, surprised by his sincerity. âI did,â she said, smiling softly.
He cleared his throat, fishing out his key as they approached the apartment door. âI thought maybe youâd like meeting them,â he admitted, his tone quieter now. âI just⊠hoped it wasnât overwhelming.â
There was something about the way he said it, the unspoken weight behind his words, that made her chest tighten. Jinyoung had never explicitly said he was looking out for her, but she could feel it.
âNo not at all, I really liked meeting them⊠thank you for thinking of meâ she smiled as they walked to her bedroom door.
âOf course,â Jinyoung murmured, exhaling as if shaking off whatever emotion had been sitting on his chest. He hesitated for half a second before adding, âGood night, Y/N.â
âGood night,â she replied, her smile lingering as she turned to her door.
But even as she reached for the handle, Jinyoung's voice gave her pause.
âY/N?â he called hesitantly.
She turned to face him again, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
âDo you talk to Sihoon often?â he asked abruptly.
The question was so unexpected that she froze for a second.
âSihoon? âŠA little bit. Why?â she asked cautiously.
Jinyoungâs gaze didnât waver, his expression unreadable. âJust⊠be careful around her.â
Y/N frowned, sensing there was more to it than he was letting on.
âI donât know,â he admitted, his voice quieter now, more deliberate. âI just have a bad feeling about her.â His eyes lingered on hers, something heavy behind them. âDonât trust her too easily.â
Something about the way he said it sent a flicker of unease through her. Jinyoung wasnât the type to issue warnings without reason.
âMm,â she hummed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, just letting the thought settle.
His expression didnât change, but something in his eyes softened. âY/N,â he said again, his voice dipping lower.
âYeah?â she asked, snapping out of her thoughts.
âWeâre friends⊠right?â
His words were careful, but she could sense the weight behind them.
âRight,â she confirmed.
At that, his shoulders seemed to ease just a little, the corners of his lips twitching in something close to relief.
âAs friends, you can talk to me if you have something on your mind,â he murmured. âYou know that, right?â
She nodded slowly. âI know.â
Jinyoung nodded as he studied her for a beat longer, as if committing this moment to memory.
âDo those conditions end in four months?â Y/N teased lightly, though there was a hint of uncertainty beneath her words.
Jinyoung exhaled a quiet laugh, shoving his hands into his pockets. âNo,â he said, tilting his head slightly. âThatâs a lifetime warranty.â
Y/N blinked, taken aback by the unexpected answer.
Then, as if realizing he had said too much, he took a step back, clearing his throat. âGood night, Y/N.â
And this time, he really left.
Y/N lingered in the doorway of her room staring at him for a moment. But even as she shut the door behind her, his words stayed with herâhanging in the air like a quiet promise⊠and a warning she wasnât sure how to interpret. Especially being that she met with Sihoon just yesterday and told her everything that went down this past week.
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Summary: After returning from his military hiatus, Jinyoungâs agency pressures him into a fake relationship to combat rumors and restart his career. Y/N, a regular waitress, is hired as the other half of the arrangement. Theyâre supposed to keep things professional, but real feelings start to blur the lines as their contract nears its end. Pairing: Jinyoung (Got7) x Fem!Reader Tags: #angst#tension #jinyoungangst #jinyoungxreader Word count: 3,500 Genre: enemies to lovers
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Y/N smoothed her hands over the fabric of her dress, staring at her reflection in the mirror. The stylist had done a great jobâher makeup was subtle but flattering, her hair carefully arranged to frame her face, and the dress⊠Well, it was undeniably pretty.
The problem was that she couldnât focus on any of it.
A week had passed since that unexpectedly comfortable night on the rooftop, where Y/N and Jinyoung had pieced together the finer details of their story, filling in the gaps of their supposed relationship with an ease that almost felt real. In the days that followed, they had run their version of events past the PR team, refining their answers until they felt seamless. A mock interview had tested their ability to navigate questions together, and after receiving final approval, the stage was officially setâtheir Vogue Korea interview and photoshoot were happening. And now, as Y/N stood in front of the mirror, dressed and ready, the weight of it all settled over her. No amount of preparation had lessened the nerves twisting in her stomach.Â
Her fingers fidgeted with the fabric at her sides. This was bigâthe kind of event where all eyes would be on her, scrutinizing every detail, every expression, every interaction with Jinyoung. And though sheâd done her best to mentally prepare, the weight of it all still sat heavily in her chest.
She exhaled sharply, trying to shake the feeling, and reached for the zipper.
It wouldnât budge.
Frowning, she twisted awkwardly, attempting to pull it up herself. But no matter how she angled her arm, the zipper remained stubbornly stuck. A small, frustrated sound left her lips as she tried one more timeâ
âDo you need help?â
Y/N froze.
Her eyes snapped up to the mirror, where she saw Jinyoung leaning casually against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. The sharp lines of his suit made him look effortless, unfazedâas if this entire night wasnât looming over his head the way it was hers.
Heat crept up her neck. âIâuhââ She swallowed. âYeahâŠ.â
He pushed off the doorway, closing the space between them in a few easy steps. Y/Nâs breath hitched as she felt the warmth of him behind her, the shift of air between them making her skin prickle with awareness.
âHold still,â he murmured.
She did. Almost too still.
Jinyoung reached for the zipper, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of her back as he pulled it up in one smooth motion. The touch was briefâbarely thereâbut it sent a shiver down her spine anyway.
âThere,â he said, voice lower than before. He let go of the zipper but didnât step away just yet.
Y/N swallowed, forcing herself to act natural as she met his gaze in the mirror. âI loosened it for you,â she said lightly, trying to ignore how fast her heart was beating.
Jinyoungâs lips quirked. âRight. You loosened a zipper.â
She shot him a glare through the reflection, but it only made him chuckle. Finally, he stepped back, giving her space.
âReady?â he asked.
No. Not even a little. But she turned to face him anyway, forcing a smile. âYeah.â
She attempted to walk past him, but just as she did, his hand gently touched her arm, stopping her in place.
Y/N looked up at him, her breath catching at the sudden proximity.
âDonât be nervous,â Jinyoung said, his voice softer now. âIâm here.â
Her lips parted slightly. For a second, she could only look at him, thrown off by the sincerity in his gaze. He had a habit of reading her too wellâof sensing her nerves before she even voiced them.
Y/N pressed her lips together and nodded. âOkay.â
She wasnât sure if it was the truth. But for now, it was enough.
The interview setup was deceptively simpleâjust two chairs, a low table between them, cameras positioned at multiple angles. Yet, beneath the bright studio lights, it felt anything but. The air hummed with quiet anticipation, and though Y/N had spent the past week meticulously crafting the details of their supposed love story with Jinyoung, nothing could prepare her for the reality of performing it live.
Jinyoung, of course, looked as composed as ever.
The interviewer, a woman with a warm smile but sharp, assessing eyes, greeted them before diving right in.
âSo, letâs start from the beginning. How did you two meet?â
The interviewer leaned in, eyes gleaming. âSo, was it an instant connection?â
Y/N hesitated, but before she could answer, Jinyoung spoke first.
âIâd say so,â he said, effortlessly slipping into their carefully woven narrative. âI had always been interested in her from afar, and after leaving the military, I realized I should live how I want, talk to who I want. Plus, Y/N had always been a GOT7 fan, so naturally, we had a foundation to build on from the beginning.â
Y/N shot him a sharp look, unsure whether to be amused or annoyed at how he wove personal truths into their fabricated romance.
âOh? So, Y/N, who was your bias?â the interviewer teased.
Y/N laughed lightly. âIsnât it obvious?â She nudged Jinyoung slightly.
The interviewer chuckled before shifting gears. âIs Jinyoung how you always imagined him to be?â
Y/N studied him for a moment, and Jinyoung, as if sensing her gaze, folded his arms, watching her right back.
âHeâs even better than I imagined,â she said smoothly, turning to the interviewer. âOn-screen, I always saw him as serious yet playful. But behind the scenes⊠heâs softer. Gentler than I expected.â
Their chemistry was effortless, the conversation flowing with ease. The interviewer picked up on it, pressing for details about their âdates.â Y/N played along, her teasing remarks countered by Jinyoungâs signature dry humor.
Then, the interviewer leaned forward, shifting the energy. âJinyoung, whatâs the most important thing to you in a relationship?â
Jinyoung tilted his head back slightly, considering. Then, without hesitation, he said, âFriendship.â
Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice.
âThatâs a solid answer,â the interviewer nodded. âCare to elaborate?â
Jinyoungâs gaze flickered toward Y/N before he spoke again. âAt the end of the day, romance fades if thereâs no foundation. Friendship lasts. You have to genuinely like the personâlaugh with them, trust them. Otherwise, everything else is just temporary.â
Something tightened in Y/Nâs chest. She held his gaze a moment too long, her thoughts suddenly tangled.
âAnd what about you, Y/N?â the interviewer asked.
Y/N searched Jinyoungâs face before answering. âHappiness.â
Her voice was steady, but there was weight behind it. âIf you donât feel excited to see them, or pure joy when youâre with themâeven through the ups and downsâthen maybe you donât really like each other.â
The interviewerâs eyes sparkled with curiosity. âAnd does Jinyoung give that to you?â
Y/N hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering. âCertainly.â Then, as if to reinforce the illusion, she stole a glance at him. âHe always keeps things exciting.â
Jinyoungâs smirk deepened, but his eyes softened.
The conversation meandered toward lighter topics. Nicknames.
âI call him Jinyoungie,â Y/N shared. âIt came naturally.â
âI call her my flower,â Jinyoung added without missing a beat. âBecause sheâs as pretty as one.â
Love languages.
Jinyoung looked ahead confidently. âHers is probably words of affirmation, or physical touchâ. He responded.
Y/N was internally intrigued at how he knew this. Was he actually that observant?Â
âIâd say his is gift giving and quality time.â Y/N mentioned before she met Jinyoungâs gaze who seemed impressed.Â
Until this point, the questions had been everything they had prepared for or had an answer to, all, except one.Â
âY/N, with the recent release of Jinyoungâs drama, The Witch, people are dying to knowâdo you ever get jealous seeing him with his co-star?â
The PR team in the back of the room shifted, making subtle gestures for her to avoid the question, urging her to keep it light.
She wanted to. She really did. But then she looked at Jinyoung.
He was watching her intently, his expression unreadable. He wasnât stopping her. If anything, he seemed to be waitingâwaiting for her to say what she really felt.
So, she did.
âSometimes, yes.â
The air in the room shifted.
âI mean, Iâm very confident in what we have, but of course, seeing him with somebody else would make any partner feel a type of way.â
Silence. The crew exchanged looks. The interviewerâs brows lifted in mild surprise.
Jinyoungâs gaze, however, never wavered.
Then, after a pause, he spoke. His voice was even, reassuring. âShe knows, though, that itâs strictly my job and nothing more. Itâs a part of being an actorâto entertain.â
Y/N felt the irony cut straight through her.
Of course, he was talking about his career. Of course. She knew that. But the way he said it, the way he looked at herâit suddenly felt like he was talking about them. Was he trying to send that message to her?
Where did the acting stop and the truth begin?
She swallowed hard. âOf course I do,â she said carefully. Then, after a beat, she added, âBut I think if I didnât feel anything, that would mean I donât feel anything for him at all. So naturally, if your partner actually cares about you, they should be at least a little jealous.â
The interviewer leaned forward, intrigued, but Y/N barely noticed. She was too busy gauging Jinyoungâs reaction.
He held her gaze, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.
Then, he reached for her hand.
âThatâs why I like Y/N,â he said smoothly.
She tensed.
âI like a woman who tells me exactly what sheâs feeling so I can react accordingly.â His voice was low, steadyâalmost thoughtful. âIâve had partners who claimed they were fine with my lifestyle, only to resent me for it later. But Y/Nâshe tells me the truth. I love that. It challenges me.â
A shift. The tension deflated, the room exhaling with them.
Then, casually, he added, âIn fact, I find it hot.â
Y/N barely kept her expression neutral. She knew he was acting. She knew it. But the way he said itâso effortlessly, so convincinglyâshe found herself momentarily forgetting.
The interview wrapped soon after, the last few questions easy and lighthearted, but the weight in Y/Nâs chest remained.
She wanted to ask if he had meant any of it.
"Itâs part of being an actorâto entertain."
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During the photoshoot, the photographer had them pose in ways that required a lot more physical contact. At first, it was simpleâY/N linking her arm through Jinyoungâs, resting her head on his shoulderâbut as the session went on, the poses became more intimate. At one point, Y/N had her hands resting on his chest, fingers lightly gripping the fabric of his shirt as she looked over her shoulder at the camera, while Jinyoungâs arm naturally found its place around her. The camera clicked rapidly, capturing the easy closeness. Y/N was holding onto him like they had done this a hundred times before. But then the next suggestion came.Â
âAlright, for this next shot, we want something playful, a little wild. Weâre thinkingâŠâ the director gestured vaguely to the makeup artist standing beside herââlipstick marks. All over.â
He blinked. âAll over?â
âWell not all over,â she laughed, waving her hand. âJust your face, neck. Something flirty.â
The makeup artist, already holding a tube of deep red lipstick, gave him an apologetic smile. âI can apply it with a stamp effect, but honestly, it might look better if someone actually kisses you.â
Jinyoung sighed, rolling his shoulders. His patience was already thin after hours of posing under bright lights, and now they wanted him to look like heâd been attacked by a lipstick-wearing ghost?
âMaybe Y/N, would you do it for us?â the director asked, attention turning to Y/N who was standing right beside him.
Jinyoung stiffened. âHer?â
âWell sheâs your girlfriend?â The director was confused, emphasizing the word. âWouldnât it be most natural if she did it?â she asked.
Y/N looked up at Jinyoung, looking for approval in his face before she responded.
He looked down at her. He didnât like the concept, but at the same time, he really did not want some random staff member pressing fake kisses onto his skin either.Â
Jinyoung gave her a slight shrug, as if to say âdo whatever you wantâ.
âSure.â she agreed, turning to the director.Â
Clearly it was just Jinyoung who had felt hesitant.
The makeup artist handed her the same deep red shade meant for the shoot. Y/N twisted it open, her gaze flickering toward Jinyoungâs eyes as she applied it without pause or need for a mirror.
Jinyoung watched closely how she dragged the color across her lips as if she was ready to go to war. His neck started to feel hot.
In the background there were some sounds of snapping from the camera, indicating they probably got that moment on film. Jinyoungâs attention was turned to recenter himself.
âJinyoung, you can sit in the chair behind you so Y/N has an easier time doing it,â the director clarified.
Jinyoung forced a smile before he slumped in the chair while Y/N stood at his side. His mind started to wander as he anticipated the moment sheâd lean down and her lips would be on his body. The picture in his mind made his throat run dry.
âRight here?â Y/N asked the director, standing beside Jinyoung and pointing to his cheek as if he wasnât even there.
âThatâs good, and do you guys mind if we start the photoshoot with this?â the director asked. Now, Y/N looked down at Jinyoung, with a glint in her eyes, almost as if to ask once again if it was okay.
âNo I donât mind,â he said, looking from her to the director.
âOkay, great, whenever youâre ready,â the director encouraged, getting behind the camera.
Then, Y/N bent over and pressed the first kiss to his cheek, pausing there for a moment as the camera fluttered. At this, Jinyoung tensed. He couldnât even focus on the fact that he should fix his face for this photoshoot. This didnât feel the same as all the other fake touches, the staged hand-holding, the scripted moments for the cameras. This felt more⊠real. Intimate in a way he hadnât prepared for.
Y/N remembered his words from earlier, that this was all acting, all work. And yet something about this didnât feel like business. It was more like pleasure.
She could tell Jinyoung was having a reaction to her kissing his cheek. She could feel him tense⊠and she kind of liked it.
âAnother,â the director called out.
Her lips moved to the corner of his jawline, following some unspoken rhythm as she left faint red stains in her wake.
Jinyoung wasnât sure when he stopped breathing normally, but he tried his hardest to focus on the camera.
âNext,â the director ordered. At this point Jinyoung was holding back making sound as Y/N pressed another kiss, this time, onto his neck.Â
He grit his jaw to stop himself from moving. Y/N had to hold back smirking at his reaction. He inhaled ever so slightly as she pressed her lips to his neck, and held it there for what felt like forever.
âOkay, one more,â the director mentioned. Jinyoung braced himself at how this time Y/N even put a hand on his jaw to tilt his head ever so slightly, giving her better access to his neck. He exhaled ever so slowly as she pressed her warm lips to his lower neck.
Breathing wasnât helping to alleviate whatever pressure he was feeling.
Finally, Y/N pulled back, observing her work. Her lips were stained red, her eyes flicking over his face, scanning the marks she had left like she was checking if sheâd done a good job. Then she met his eyes, a satisfied look in her eye. Jinyoung stared back at her, frozen, almost like a deer in headlights.
And thenâGod help himâshe smirked. He glanced at her lips unknowingly, his face turning red - and not just because of the lipstick.
âThere,â she said, sounding way too pleased with herself. âAll done.â
Jinyoung swallowed, forcing himself to glance at the director instead of her mouth.
Why did that affect him so?
The director looked ecstatic. âPerfect! Let's move onto some standing photos together.â
Jinyoung stood up for the next set of shots, but his mind wasnât present. As ordered, he draped his arm over Y/Nâs shoulder as she leaned back into his side. He tugged his arm back to pull her closer almost as if to send a message, but it didnât take away from how much fun she was clearly having.Â
His shirt had been adjusted slightly, his collar loosened just enough to expose the fresh lipstick stains on his neck. The photographer loved it, directing them to shift slightly, Jinyoung tilting his head just so, Y/N crossing her arms overherself as Jinyoung continued to wrap an arm around collar from behind. It looked effortless, but in actuality it was taking a lot of effort on Jinyoungâs part to stay concentrated.
The one feeling he recognized was annoyance. Annoyance that even without her lips at the present moment on his neck, he could feel them like she had never taken them off.Â
âGreat job, now weâll do a few solo pictures of Jinyoung,â the photographer announced.
Jinyoung dropped his arm from her, Y/N taking that as her cue to step away, and just like that, the moment was gone.
He stared at he as she walked off the set, leaving Jinyoung to himself. Even though he couldnât see her face, the way she walked away from him he knew she was amused by something. Jinyoung wasnât sure what annoyed him moreâthe fact that it happened at all, or the fact that he didnât hate it.
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Even after the photoshoot ended, Jinyoung just couldn't shake off the feeling.
He thought the weird tightness in his chest after that stupid lipstick stunt was just a fleeting thingâjust his mind playing tricks on him because it was unexpected.
But now, as he sat in the dressing room while the stylist wiped away the last smudges of red from his skin, he was too aware of Y/N.
She wasnât even looking at him. She was casually scrolling through her phone again sitting across from him, completely unbothered, like she hadnât just put her mouth all over his face and neck for which the entirety of Korea would see.
The stylist gave him a final pat on his jaw with the makeup remover. âAll doneâ she announced before stepping out the room.
With that, he stood up - a little too quickly. His movements were stiff, unnatural. He felt off-balance, which annoyed him even more.
Y/N finally glanced up. Her lips, still tinted slightly red, curved into a lazy smile. âYouâre welcome, by the way.â
Jinyoung frowned. âFor what?â
âFor making your photos look great,â she said, stretching her arms overhead before standing up herself. âI did good, donât you think?â she asked confidently.
Jinyoung clenched his jaw. She was messing with him. She knew exactly what she was doing.
âSure,â he said dryly. âMaybe you should go into method acting next.â
She laughed, but he could hear the teasing edge in it. He grabbed his jacket, shrugging into it.Â
âJust donât let it go to your head.â He advised.
She walked up to his shoulder, placing a hand on it while passing him a smug smirk.
âYou should really take your own adviceâ she suggested. âIf I didnât know any better Jinyoungie, Iâd say youâre the innocent one,â she narrated, before removing her hand and walking away.
Admittedly, she was still a little annoyed at his earlier wordsâhow he mentioned his job being a means of entertainment for other people. Whether he had meant it about them or not, it had rubbed her the wrong way. But now? Now she was very satisfied leaving him like this - so - bothered.
Jinyoung, on the other hand, was irritated for a completely different reason. Because as much as he tried to ignore it, he could still feel the ghost of her lips on his skin. And judging by the way Y/N walked away without a second thought, she knew he did too.
Damn it.
-> Chapter 17
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Summary: After returning from his military hiatus, Jinyoungâs agency pressures him into a fake relationship to combat rumors and restart his career. Y/N, a regular waitress, is hired as the other half of the arrangement. Theyâre supposed to keep things professional, but real feelings start to blur the lines as their contract nears its end. Pairing: Jinyoung (Got7) x Fem!Reader Tags: #angst#tension #jinyoungangst #jinyoungxreader Word count: 3,500 Genre: enemies to lovers
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Y/N twirled the stem of one of the yellow flowers between her fingers, staring at the bouquet sitting on her kitchen table as she balanced her phone against her ear. âYeah, they were waiting for me when I got home,â she said, voice light but hesitant.
âYellow flowers? Thatâs so sweet. And he sent them?â Sihoon asked.
âYep.â Y/N hummed, unwilling to acknowledge the warmth that bubbled in her chest at the thought. âAnyway, karaoke was... fun,â she admitted, begrudgingly. âHe was like a kid the whole time. Made me duet with him.â
âYou sound like you actually enjoyed it,â Sihoon teased.
Before Y/N could fire back, her phone buzzed with another call. Her stomach flipped when she saw the name flashing on the screen.
Jinyoung.
Her breath caught slightlyâheâd never called her before. Not once.
âHey, I have to go,â she said quickly, cutting Sihoon off mid-laugh.
âWait, whyââ
âJinyoungâs calling.â
There was a pause before Sihoonâs knowing tone came through. âOh. Oh.â
Ignoring her friendâs implications, Y/N switched over, pressing the phone to her ear. âHello?â
âHey,â Jinyoungâs voice was casual, like this was something normal. It wasnât. âAre you free tonight?â
Y/N blinked, caught off guard. âUh⊠yeah, why?â
âI feel like hanging out,â he said simply. âCan I come over in twenty?â he asked.
âUh⊠sure?â she replied unsure.
âOkay cool, see you soonâ he said before ending the call abruptly.
And just like that, he hung up, leaving Y/N staring at her phone, heart hammering for reasons she didnât want to unpack.
Twenty minutes later, Jinyoung arrived at Y/Nâs apartment with his signature âincognitoâ hat he had to wear in public. All he said was to follow him, and next thing she knew followed Jinyoung into the brightly lit convenience store down the street.
For the third date she expected something extravagantâmaybe a rooftop restaurant, a private chef, or some hidden celebrity hotspot. âIs this our dateâŠ? Y/N questioned, looking to Jinyoung as he casually walked the aisle of the little store.
âYou donât sound excited.â
âI just wasnât expecting fine dining,â she teased, following him.
âYou underestimate the magic of a convenience store,â he said, grabbing a basket. âThey have everything you could ever need. Instant meals, late-night snacks, ice cream.â He shot her a sideways glance.Â
âI come here almost every day. I very much know the magic of this convenience store.â Y/N replied.
He moved with certainty, scanning the shelves and occasionally dropping things in without askingâramyeon, kimbap, banana milk, things she wouldâve picked herself.
âAre you planning on buying the entire store? Cause youâll need a lot more than a basketâ she asked, grabbing a drink off a shelf.
âNo, we just need a few things,â he said simply.
Before she could retort, a little kid barreled past them, nearly knocking into her. Jinyoungâs hand came up instinctively, steadying her with a firm but brief touch at her waist.
They both turned as the child ran toward the front, giggling, his mother following with an exhausted sigh.
Jinyoung watched them for a second before speaking. âHave you ever thought about having kids?â
Y/N blinked at him. âThat was so random.â
He shrugged, reaching for a pack of strawberry milk. âNot really. A kid ran past. You look annoyed. I asked.â he reiterated the series of events.
She tilted her head. âDid I?â Y/N self reflected for a moment.
Jinyoung nodded slowly, spinning the milk carton in his hand. âI always wanted to be a preschool teacher, you know.â he announced casually.
That stopped her. She turned to look at him fully, searching his face for any sign of teasing.Â
âYou?â she laughed.
He smirked under his mask. âWhy is that so hard to believe, kids love me?â
âI donât know. You justââ She hesitated. âLet's just say you weren't in line when God was handing out patience.â
He furrowed his eyebrows at her words. âI wouldâve been a great preschool teacher. I have the patience. The charm.â He gave her a pointed look. âThe ability to handle difficult personalities.â he muttered towards the end.
âThat's only a recent development.â Y/N glanced away, scanning the aisle for more things to buy.
âGrowth is important.â
Y/N hummed in amusement before wandering further down the aisle. Jinyoung followed, casually tossing a few snacks into the basket before glancing back at her.
âSo have you?â Jinyoung asked once more, causing Y/N to look back to him, remembering the original line of questioning.Â
She paused to think about it. âMaybe. I donât know. I guess with the right person, Iâd consider it.â she answered.
Jinyoung studied her as she resumed her navigation of the aisle.
Then, she picked up a cup or ramen and displayed it to him.
âYou want to eat ramen?â she asked, innocently.
Jinyoungâs brows shot up, his lips twitching. He couldnât help but also burst out laughing at her question, concern rising on her face.
âWhat?â Y/N frowned at his reaction.
Still chuckling, Jinyoung plucked the ramen from her hands and placed it in the basket. Then, lowering his voice just slightly, he glanced at her with amusement dancing in his eyes.
âThat doesnât mean what you think it means, Y/N.â
She tilted her head in confusion. Jinyoung smirked.
âI was right. You are innocentâ he smiled, pinching her cheek lightly.
Y/N blushed and then moved his hand away from her face defensively. âWhat are you talking about?â she questioned.
He subtly nodding toward the kid still wreaking havoc in the background. âThatâs how you end up with one of those.â
Y/N stared at him, processingâuntil it clicked. Her face turned red.
âOh.â
Jinyoung sighed dramatically, picking up another cup of ramen and dropping it into the basket. âGuess Iâll be a preschool teacher sooner than I thought.â he sighed, turning around.
Oh.
Y/Nâs face turned red as he walked ahead.
âCome on, chef. I want to eat ramen.â Jinyoung called teasingly.
Back at Y/Nâs apartment, they found themselves standing over the tiny kitchen counter, the soft hum of her old fridge filling the quiet space as the pot of water on the stove began to bubble.
âDid you like the flowers by the way?â Jinyoung asked while staring at the box of yellow roses on the kitchen counter.
Y/N smiled.
âI did, thank youâ. She replied while washing her hands.
âIâll handle the eggs,â Jinyoung declared, rolling up his sleeves with unnecessary flair.
Y/N gave him a skeptical look. âYou know how to cook?â
He scoffed, feigning offense. âI was in the military.â
âSo⊠you know how to eat,â she deadpanned.
Jinyoung ignored her, cracking an egg effortlessly into a bowl. His smirk was almost insufferable when she didnât react with the awe he clearly expected. âTrust the process.â
Y/N, meanwhile, busied herself setting the steamer full of water for the ramen and arranging the kimbap neatly on a plate. It wasnât much, but there was something oddly domestic about itâthe two of them moving in sync in her small kitchen, dodging each other as they reached for utensils, their elbows occasionally brushing. The soft sounds of boiling water, the rhythmic tap of Jinyoungâs chopsticks against the pot, and their quiet conversation filled the space in a way that made it feel⊠warm.
When they finally sat down at the small table, Y/N had to actively stop herself from staring. Jinyoung, sleeves pushed up, fingers wrapped effortlessly around his chopsticks, blew softly on a spoonful of broth before taking a slow bite. It was stupid how good he looked doing something as simple as eating ramenâjaw shifting slightly, lips pressing together before parting again to cool the noodles. The steam curled in the air between them, and for a second, Y/N forgot she was supposed to be eating too.
Jinyoung caught her staring. âWhat?â
Y/N quickly shoved a piece of kimbap into her mouth. âNothing.â
His lips curled slightly, but he didnât call her out on it.
Jinyoung leaned back, chopsticks in hand, watching her expectantly. âWell?â he prompted.
Y/N took a careful bite of noodles, pretending to consider. She already knew she would love whatever Jinyoung made even if it tasted horrible⊠which it didnât.Â
âItâs⊠edible.â she muttered.
Jinyoung scoffed. âThatâs all you have to say?â
She fought back a smile. âItâs good. Iâm just surprised, thatâs all.â
He arched a brow. âAm I too famous to know how to make ramen?â
Y/N shrugged, reaching for a piece of kimbap. âYou did rent out an entire mall.â
âI had a life before that, you know,â he muttered before blowing on his ramen.
âIn Jinhae, I know.â Y/N smiled, looking up at him.
âAlthough I took you for more of a hotteok expert from the way you were describing it the first time we went out,â she joked.
âIâm an expert in a lot of areas,â he said, flashing his eyebrows before practically inhaling a mouthful of ramen.
Y/N felt a flash of heat across her faceâand it wasnât from the ramen steam.
After dinner, Jinyoung leaned against the counter, unwrapping a popsicle and taking a slow bite. Y/N eyed him, then the freezer, before grabbing one for herself. But before she could open it, Jinyoung plucked it from her hands, replacing it with the one he was already eating.
She blinked at him. âDid you justââ
âYou can have mine. Itâs already cold,â he said, voice laced with something just shy of teasing.
Y/Nâs lips parted slightly. âThatâs⊠not how temperature works.â
Jinyoung just smirked. âJust eat it, Y/N.â
She hesitated for only a second before bringing it to her lips. The moment felt weirdly charged, and Jinyoung, apparently, had no problem watching her struggle with it, his eyes flickering between her and the shared popsicle with blatant amusement.
She turned away, face warm.Â
The quiet hum of the kitchen filled the space as Jinyoung and Y/N stood side by side, the dishes in front of them forming a small mountain. Jinyoung took the first plate, scrubbing it under the warm water while Y/N dried with a towel. The routine was simple, but it felt oddly comforting, the soft clinks of dishware punctuating their quiet rhythm.
As Jinyoung was busy washing dishes, Y/N went to bring the utensils from the table and brought them back to the sink. Unknowingly, she waved the spoon under the water, causing water to splash off the rim onto Jinyoungâs cheek shirt.
Y/N moved the spoon away immediately but she couldn't hold back her laugh. Jinyoung froze, his eyes widening as he felt the cold splash. Slowly, he turned his head toward her, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. âReally?â he said, voice laced with playful accusation.
Y/N stifled a laugh. âI didnât mean to,â she said quickly, raising her hands innocently though her eyes that were bright with amusement.
Without a word, Jinyoung reached out with his wet hand, flicking water right back at herâright onto her forehead.
âHey!â she gasped, wiping her face with a smile. When she looked at Jinyoung, he was continuing to wash the dishes, flinching while smiling in preparation for her to react.Â
Y/N glared at him, her hands still holding the towel. Then, she huffed, turning back to dry the next plate. But just as she bent over the sink to reach for another dishAs Jinyoung was busying washing dishes, Y/N went to bring the utensils from the table and brought them back to the sink. Unknowingly, she waived the spoon under the water, causing water to splash off the rim onto Jinyoungâs cheek shirt.
Y/N moved the spoon away immediately but she couldn't hold back her laugh. Jinyoung froze, his eyes widening as he felt the cold splash. Slowly, he turned his head toward her, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. âReally?â he said, voice laced with playful accusation.
Y/N stifled a laugh. âI didnât mean to,â she said quickly, raising her hands innocently though her eyes that were bright with amusement.
Without a word, Jinyoung reached out with his wet hand, flicking water right back at herâright onto her forehead.
âHey!â she gasped, wiping her face with a smile. When she looked at Jinyoung, he was continuing to wash the dishes, flinching while smiling in preparation for her to react.Â
As Y/N swung the dish towel at Jinyoung, aiming to hit his shoulder, but instead he caught the towel smoothly with one hand. She widened her eyes as he pulled on the towel, bringing them closer.
She lost her hold on the towel. Jinyoung stared down at her before he proceeded to dab his face with the towel. Then, he gently reached down and patted her nose with the same towel, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin. Y/N blinked, taken aback by the unexpected tenderness in the small gesture.Â
"See, weâre even now," he said nonchalantly, still standing close.
Y/N cleared her throat looking up at him, trying to shake off the sudden fluttering in her chest.Â
"Mhm," she hummed, her voice a little quieter..
He threw the towel on the counter before turning around and continued cleaning .
Y/N, still processing the soft moment, turned slightly to glance at the towel now on the counter.Â
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Later, on the couch Jinyoung stretched out comfortably while flipping through Netflix. The soft glow of the TV bathed the room in a dim light, casting shadows against the walls.
âLetâs watch a drama,â he suggested. âIâll let you pick.â
Y/N raised a brow. âBold of you to assume I donât already know exactly what I want to watch.â
Jinyoung chuckled, pausing on a selection. âAlright, what is it?â
Before she could answer, he scrolled past a familiar thumbnailâhis own face staring back at them from the screen. He stilled, lips twitching into a slow smirk. âOr we could watch this.â
Y/Nâs entire body tensed. âIââ
Jinyoung turned to her, eyes glinting with mischief. âYouâve watched my drama, Y/N?â
She avoided his gaze, but it was too late. He caught it instantly.
âWhy is Devil Judge under your âContinue Watchingâ?â he asked, amused.
Y/N cleared her throat. âI share this account with my cousin...â
âOh really?â His smirk widened. âThey must have loved it, considering it says Continue Watching: Episode 16.â
âIâll pick something!â she whined, trying to snatch the remote from his hand, her face red.
Jinyoung held it just out of reach, his chuckle deep and satisfied. Eventually, he landed on an older romantic movieâone of those slow-burning, sentimental ones where every touch meant something. Y/N had seen it before, but she didnât want to admit that either.
As the opening credits rolled, Jinyoung pushed himself up from the couch with a lazy stretch. âIâm getting something cold,â he muttered, making his way to the kitchen. Y/N heard the freezer door open, followed by the rustling of plastic before he returned, settling back beside her with a popsicle in hand. He unwrapped it casually, taking a slow bite as he grabbed the remote, completely at easeâmeanwhile, Y/N found herself trying very hard not to stare.
Jinyoung stretched out comfortably, his freshly opened popsicle resting between his fingers. Y/N wasnât expecting him to bring just one, but of course, he did. And now, as she sat beside him, trying to focus on the screen, she couldnât help but glance at the frozen treat every so often. As he repeatedly brought it to his lips she couldn't decide what she wanted more.
Jinyoung, still watching the tv, waved the popsicle toward her.
How did he know?
âYou want some?â he asked.
Y/N looked at him curiously.
He looked to her as well, raising his eyebrows ever so slightly to indicate she could go ahead.
She looked back to the popsicle.
His saliva was just on this.
Just as she leaned in to take a bite, he pulled it back smoothly and took another bite himself, his smirk barely hidden as he chewed.
Y/Nâs jaw dropped. âJinââ
âToo slow,â he murmured, eyes fixed on the screen as if nothing happened.
She glared at him, letting out an exaggerated huff. Jinyoung didnât say anything, but the way his lips twitched around his next bite told her everythingâhe was thoroughly enjoying himself.
As the movie started, Y/N found herself facing an entirely different dilemma.
She didnât know how to sit next to him.
At first, she tried to keep a safe amount of space between them, but their couch was small, and no matter how she adjusted, some part of her still ended up closer to him than she intended. When she tucked her legs up beneath her, she realized it shifted her slightly toward him. When she leaned against the armrest, it felt too forced, too stiff. And lying down? Absolutely not an optionâtoo vulnerable, too obvious.
Meanwhile, Jinyoung was completely at ease, one arm resting along the back of the couch, popsicle now finished, fingers lazily tapping against the remote. Y/N felt hyper-aware of every movement she made, trying to find the perfect balance of casual but not too casual, close but not too close.
She wished she could just relax.
Almost as if reading her thoughts, Jinyoung grabbed the blanket from under his arm which was draped over the couch and threw it over them without saying a word. She eyed his movements carefully, still stiff.
Sometime later, somewhere between the second and third act, she finally settled into the cushions enough to brush shoulders with him, to which he didnât mind at all. The soft glow of the screen, the warmth of the blanket draped over her legs, the quiet sound of Jinyoungâs steady breathing beside herâit was all making her eyelids feel heavy.
Minutes passed in comfortable silence, the occasional comment exchanged here and there from Jinyoung. But eventually, her body grew heavy, the exhaustion from the day catching up with her.
Jinyoung noticed the moment she started to nod off. âYou falling asleep on me already?â
Y/N barely mustered a response, mumbling something incoherent as she shifted against the couch.
Jinyoung exhaled through his nose, entertained, shaking his head.Â
âI hope you didnât fall asleep like this during Devil Judge,â he muttered more to himself as he continued watching the TV.
The last thing Y/N remembered was shifting slightly, her shoulder brushing against his.
Thenâdarkness.
When she woke up, the credits were rolling, the TV screen dimmed to the Continue Watching? prompt. A warmth pressed against her side, solid and steady. It took her a moment to registerâJinyoung. He was still there.
Somewhere in the middle of the movie, she must have drifted off, and he must have too because his head was resting titled all the way back.
Y/N blinked, her heart stuttering.
His breathing slow and even, his lips slightly parted in sleep. The usual sharpness in his expression had softened, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced by something unguarded, peaceful. He looked⊠different like this. Like a version of him no one else got to see. So peaceful, so angelic, so pretty.
Y/N knew she should moveâshould get up, should move him so heâs more comfortable, should maybe wake him up and tell him to go home, should do somethingâbut instead, she hesitated.Â
Her heart thumped watching him this closely. It was like watching a sleeping bear.
This was something sad about it. In front of her was something she used to want so badly, and now, it was in front of her, front and present, inches away, and yet it was so far. Never really obtainable.
She sighed, slowly, she let her head rest against his arm which was still hanging on the back of the couch.
For a long time, she just stayed there, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, letting herself savor this moment.
Eventually, sleep pulled her under once more.
-
When Y/N woke up what she assumed to be a few hours later but the couch beside her was empty.
Jinyoung had left.
The soft glow of the TV screen was the only light in the room, the movie long since finished. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she sat up, rubbing her face.Â
A small note on the coffee table caught her eye. Scribbled in Jinyoungâs familiar handwriting, it read:
You were out cold. Didnât want to wake you. You're welcome for the ramen.
Y/N exhaled, sinking back into the couch. For some reason, the space beside her felt colder than it should have.
-> Chapter 14
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