BETTER AND BETTER — yang jeongin
pairing: yang jeongin x fem!reader genre: smut, fluff, angst if you squint? bff2lovers!au word count: 10.9k warnings: 18+ mdni!!! soft dom!jeongin, brat!reader, masturbation (m&f), light manhandling, unprotected sex, one bed trope (gasp!), reader wears dresses and jeongin is very into it, he is just soooo down bad in general, this was supposed to be like 4k idk how it became this...
summary: a weekend getaway with your best friend is the cure for all your stress; at least, its supposed to be. so then, why does he end up spending the whole trip stressed instead...? OR, jeongin has been obsessed with you for years. (unfortunately for him, you are painfully oblivious to it all. guess he has no choice but to fuck the shit out of you until you notice.)
"Yang Jeongin," you inhale deeply through your nose. "What is in your hands?"
"What do you mean?" He asks. "These are my bags."
You deadpan. "Obviously I know that! I mean, who on Earth needs three bags for a weekend trip?"
"Listen," he begins. "I know this is a foreign concept to you, but like... some of us enjoy actually trying to look good."
"Say that again," you threaten, reaching down to take off your slipper.
"Some of us—"
The slipper is off your foot before he has the chance to finish.
"Joking!" He exclaims with a giggle, taking a few bounding steps away from your reach.
"Whatever," you mutter, grabbing your single bag from the back of the car.
"Are you mad at me?" Jeongin asks, trailing after you as you begin the long trek uphill.
"Y/NNNN..." He sings, keeping in step with you despite his huge bags.
"You're so annoying," you mutter. You can already feel the burn in your legs, and the heat beating down isn't doing anything to help.
"That's not very nice to say to someone who planned out this entire vacation just for you," Jeongin points out with a smirk.
"Whatever," you huff childishly.
Your arms are already straining with the weight of your single bag. He, you notice, doesn't seem at all winded despite how heavy you imagine his bags are.
"It's not like I asked you to plan anything anyways... Why did you have to pick a place so far away?"
"Just wait," he insists. "It's worth it, I promise!"
You aren't sure how he has so much energy. The drive had been five hours—the exhaustion is already setting deep into your bones, and you didn't do anything except lounge in the passenger seat and complain about the secrecy of this trip.
To be fair, your brattiness isn't completely unearned. You didn't even know about this trip until this morning, when Jeongin ambushed you at your apartment and all but corralled you into his car.
It didn't matter how many times you asked him where, exactly, he is taking you—he remained tight-lipped on the destination, until the rocky shores of the coastline came into view and you realized he had taken you to the closest seaside town.
After countless years of friendship with Yang Jeongin, you were taken aback by how much his spontaneity continued to surprise you. It never made sense how the two of you remained friends despite your opposite nature, and yet you couldn't imagine a life without him. So, although it did annoy you to no end that he gave you no heads up about this trip, you went along with it anyways.
Deep down, you knew he planned all of this because of how stressed you had been lately. Jeongin isn't always the best when it comes to comforting you, but he tries, and you can't deny it—a weekend away to rest and recharge does sound like the perfect escape.
"That," you pant once you reach the small cottage on the top of the hill. "Was horrible."
"What do you mean?" Jeongin asks cheerfully.
"I literally hate you so much right now."
"Well," he says, grabbing your bag from you with ease. "I was going to tell you about the fun day I had planned, but I guess not..."
"Jeongin," you grit out. He fishes a key out of his pocket and unlocks the door without even sparing you a glance.
Sometimes, it is irritating just how well he knows you. Sure, it might be your fault for getting so riled up, but if there is one thing you hate more than anything, it is surprises.
Jeongin obviously knows that, and his annoying smirk is really getting on your last nerve. So much so that you hardly notice just how perfect the little cottage is.
"Yes?" He asks sweetly, his dimples on display as he flashes you an innocent grin.
You open your mouth to reply, but then he steps inside and opens the door wider, giving you a perfect view of the inside, and your words suddenly evade you.
"What..." you trail off with a gasp.
"Told you it would be worth it," Jeongin says smugly.
The interior of the cottage is whimsical, with exposed wood pillars, the sprawling bookshelf of your dreams, and a pop of pastel here and there, but what really takes your breath away is the view.
On the far facing wall, a large window overlooks the cliffside that the cottage is sat upon, and the idyllic seaside view is so gorgeous your brain starts malfunctioning.
For some reason that you are unable to place, your throat tightens. The cottage is beautiful, but it is the amount of thought that Jeongin put into it—this whole weekend—that catches you off guard.
If you had to sum it up in one word, you would say it's romantic.
Romance and Jeongin in one thought, however, is enough to send you spiraling. He's your best friend—he has been for years, and you would never do anything to compromise that. Ever. So what if your heart clenches sometimes when he's too nice, or your stomach flip flops when he looks particularly adorable, or your legs threaten to give out when you think about how much you care about him?
What the two of you have right now is perfect, and more importantly, it's enough.
"Wow," Jeongin whistles when you take too long to respond. "That good?"
"...It's alright, I guess," you throw back, the burn in the back of your throat still present even as you shrug your shoulders.
"Alright?" He scoffs. "Just alright?"
"Maybe if it didn't cost me an arm and a leg to get up here..." you trail off, walking towards the only bedroom in the cottage.
"I've seen you climb taller hills for half a bag of chips," Jeongin says.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" You call, swinging the door open.
The bed inside looks just as dreamy as the rest of the house, and you waste no time collapsing into its fluffy mattress. It is only when you take a deep inhale of the cotton that it hits you.
"Jeongin," you begin slowly. "Why is there only one bed?"
"Huh?" His head peeks through the doorframe, gaze falling on where you lie on the bed.
"Hmm. I guess there is only one."
You narrow your eyes. "And you didn't think to check before you booked it?"
The sheepish look that stretches across his face is a familiar one.
"Well, in my defense," he reasons. "I was a little distracted by trying to figure out how I was going to get you here in the first place."
"Oh my god," you groan, facepalming. "I'm best friends with an idiot."
"Hey," he pouts. "Is sharing a bed with me really that bad?"
"Yes!" You burst out.
"You answered that a little bit too quickly."
You purse your lips. That's because the last time we shared a bed I was so turned on I almost begged you to fuck me, you want to scream at him. The words are on the tip of your tongue—but then you remember that he is your best friend, and you stop yourself.
"You hog the blanket," you say instead. "And you're always so warm."
"I thought you liked that."
"Not in the middle of summer, Jeongin!"
"Whatever," he wallows. "I guess I'll just sleep on the couch, then... All alone... By myself..."
His lips pucker in a pout and you raise an eyebrow when he stares at you with wide eyes.
"You're supposed to say 'No, Jeongin, don't do that! Of course I would love to share a bed with you!'" He argues, glaring at you.
"I'm not going to lie," you snort.
He shrugs, picking up one of his bags and throwing it on the right side of the bed.
"Too bad," Jeongin sticks his tongue out at you. "It's my reward for being such a good friend."
"Um," you wrinkle your nose, shoving his bag off the bed.
"...Oh," he freezes, caught off guard by the unexpected action. You can physically pinpoint the moment his expression morphs from playful to unsure.
"Well, o-on a serious note, I'm totally fine sleeping on the couch i-if you're—"
"That's my side of the bed, you roll your eyes. "And if you hog the blankets tonight, I won't hesitate to kick you."
"Ohthankgod," he squeezes out in one breath, collapsing on the bed next to you.
"Yeah, yeah," you brush him off, snuggling deeper into the heavenly mattress. "Now leave me alone for like... two hours. I'm taking a nap."
"Um. No."
"And why the fuck not?"
Jeongin's hand wraps around your ankle. You yelp at the sensation of his warm fingers, and then you yelp again when he pulls you, dragging you to the edge of the bed.
"Let me think," he taps a finger against his chin. "Maybe because it's still the morning, and you spent the whole drive here being a little whiny baby?"
Jeongin towers over you, and your mind short circuits. The image is too suggestive—the pursing of his lips, the downturn of his gaze, not to mention the way that he is halfway straddling you, his legs on either side of your thighs, caging you in.
In another life, this position is leading to something very different. Your lips fall open with a soft puff of air, and all you can do is stare up at him.
But then you remember: he is your best friend.
"And," he continues, and a pang of guilt smacks you in the chest for having such lewd thoughts about him.
"I have a whole day planned for us. You can sleep when we come back."
You remain listless where you are and he frowns.
"Well?"
"I can't really move if you're on top of me," you say, your words coming out more breathy than you intended.
"Oh." Jeongin freezes as if he's only just realized the position you are in. "R-Right."
You aren't sure if you should be insulted by how quickly he scrambles away from you, and it does seem a little bit like overkill when he shoots to the opposite end of the room, but the further away he is, the easier it is to breathe, and so you ignore it.
"At least let me change first," you groan, pushing yourself off of the bed. "Give me five."
"Dibs on shower first!" You holler as you step into the cottage a few hours later.
Jeongin trails in behind you, letting the keys drop slowly from his hands onto the table. Although you hadn't been too enthused about doing anything earlier, the day he had planned out for you was actually very fun.
The café-hopping in particular had been your favorite activity (if there was one thing Jeongin loved to do, it was indulge your incessant sweet tooth), but you had absolutely adored the walk down by the coast as well as the small flea market you had stumbled upon.
The day couldn't have been any more perfect. Even the weather was cooperative; the sun remained out the entire day, but a cool sea breeze sheltered you from the scorching heat of the summer, and you were thankful you had decided to wear your favorite flowy sundress out.
The only issue was that Jeongin seemed a little... distracted throughout it all.
It didn't matter how many times you asked him what was wrong. He remained tight-lipped, insisting that he was fine, that you really needed to stop worrying about him.
But even now, as he flops down onto the couch and stares listlessly at the wall, you can't help but feel a little worried. The glassy, distant look in his eyes makes your heart clench.
"Innie?" You prompt, leaning against the doorframe to the bedroom.
"Y-yeah?" He responds, finally looking at you. Except—no, he's not looking at you. He's looking somewhere past you.
To be more specific, at some distant point above your right shoulder.
"Just... Don't come in, I guess," you sigh.
He nods once.
Despite the cozy and humble atmosphere of the cottage, the bathroom is actually quite modern. A sleek marble countertop encases the pearl sink, and a waterfall shower is hidden within walls of frosted glass. Next to the shower, a large window overlooks the rolling clouds in the sky.
You turn the temperature as high as it goes and slip your dress off, letting it fall into a crumpled heap on the floor.
Once the water is warm enough, you step under the stream. As you go through the motions of washing yourself, your mind trails back to Jeongin.
You can't remember the last time you saw him so off. You can't remember if you've ever seen him like this, in fact.
You're not sure what is wrong with him, but the curiosity (laced with concern) gnaws at your stomach. Half an hour later, when you finally step out from under the steaming water, the thought still remains.
In a haze, you dry yourself and get dressed in an oversized t-shirt and sweats before stepping out in the living room. Jeongin is still glued to the couch, but he seems much more relaxed as he scrolls through his phone.
"Shower's all yours," you say.
When he looks up, you are relieved to find that his gaze seems much more clear and focused than it had all day. And when a groan escapes his lips and he reclines further into the couch, you know that he is definitely much better than he had been earlier.
"Stop being gross," you huff. "Go wash up so we can watch How to Train Your Dragon."
"Yeah, yeah," Jeongin gripes, but eventually pushes himself up.
"And hurry!" You call as he steps into the bedroom. "If you're not out in fifteen, I'm starting the movie without you!"
He flips you off right as he shuts the door, and you roll your eyes as you step into the kitchen.
The wide windows give you a perfect view of the sunset over the cliffs, and your stomach turns. It's so beautiful you feel like you can't breathe.
You pour yourself a glass of water and take a large gulp, a strange sense of calm setting over you. You can't recall the last time you felt this at peace—not with all the stress from work and your recently ended situationship. It only makes you even more thankful to have such an amazing friend like Jeongin.
After you finish your water, you head into the living room and begin tidying up for movie night. It only takes a few minutes to get everything ready—the blankets are laid out, the drinks are set up.
Except, when you reach for your phone to order the pizza, you find it is not there. A moment of panic washes over you, until you remember setting it down right before your shower. Which means that your phone must still be in the bathroom.
The faint sound of running water when you approach the bedroom tells you that Jeongin is still in the shower.
"Jeongin?" You knock on the door, but there is no answer. He must not be able to hear you, you think to yourself as you push the bedroom door open and step inside.
The water is louder, and you call his name out again. "Innie?"
No response still.
You knock twice, hoping that he'll be able to hear that at least, but the only reply you get comes in the form of a soft, pained grunt, as if he has just stubbed his toe.
"Jeongin, hello?"
Your hand hovers over the doorknob, a conflicting swirl of emotions welling up inside you. Should you go in? Your phone is on the counter right next to the door, and the shower is frosted glass. It's not like you would see anything, and you would be in and out so quick he wouldn't notice.
And besides, even if you did see something, it wouldn't be the first time. You don't go so many years being best friends with a person and not seeing them naked accidentally at least once.
Yeah, you reason to yourself, it's no big deal. And besides, you really wanted that pizza...
When you turn the doorknob, you're half surprised to meet no resistance. Then again, Jeongin is the type to forget to lock the door.
You push the door open slowly, breathing a sigh of relief when your phone on the counter comes into view. Your eyes drop down to the ground, and you notice that your phone isn't the only thing you left in the bathroom—you had left your dress on the ground, too.
And right next to it lies a pile of Jeongin's discarded clothes.
Your face flushes. There is something strangely intimate about seeing your clothes and his right next to each other. It's so embarrassing to be worked up over such a small thing, and you want to smack yourself for how middle-school it is that such a silly coincidence sends your heart fluttering.
Instead, you take a step inside, slowly, reaching for your phone.
Your hand has just closed around it, a sense of accomplishment-slash-relief swelling in your chest, when you hear a choked moan coming from the shower.
Your heart stops in your chest, and then starts again with a sputter.
What the fuck was that?
And then, you hear the sound again.
Your phone clatters from your grasp as ice sparks through your veins.
There's no way, you think to yourself.
There is no way you just walked in on Jeongin jerking off in the shower.
Is there?
Almost as if you're possessed, you turn towards the shower, towards where your best friend is naked and under the steady stream of water only a few feet away from you.
And even though the glass walls of the shower are frosted only from the neck down, the vague shape of his hand wrapped around himself is unmistakable.
Unbidden, a gasp slips from your lips as a strange mixture of arousal and shame hits you in the chest. Even though you can't see anything, the insinuation is enough to make your blood run hot.
And then, in the most unfortunate turn of events, Jeongin chooses that exact moment to look up.
The scream that escapes his lips would have been comical, if you hadn't also screamed. But hey, what else were you supposed to do? You didn't expect him to actually look up at you. No, actually—you didn't expect to walk in on him jacking off at all.
"W-What—?" Jeongin splutters, flushed—in embarrassment or arousal, you aren't sure.
"I'm sorry!" You screech, your face on fire as you avert your eyes by staring upwards at the ceiling. "I was just trying to get my phone!"
"Oh my god," Jeongin groans, his eyes squeezing shut. "Oh my god, this isn't happening."
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving!" You chant. "I'm so sorry!"
You run out so fast he barely has the chance to respond, and the slamming of the door behind you is so loud it echoes throughout the cottage.
The silence is deafening as you collapse onto the couch in the living room, a hand held to your chest to help calm your racing heart.
You can't think about what you just saw—you refuse to. So, to distract yourself, you turn on the TV and raise the volume loud enough to drown out your thoughts.
Still, you find it impossible to focus on whatever is playing on the screen in front of you.
Ten minutes later, the sound of the shower fades away. Your heart races as you think about what Jeongin is doing in there for so long—did he just continue on after you ran out?
It isn't your place to think thoughts like that about him, however, so you remain seated where you are and wait for him to come out and join you.
Only, he never does. Which you should have expected. After all, is movie night really still in the cards? In your rush to escape the bathroom, you had forgotten your phone in there, so there was no pizza anyways. Not to mention the elephant in the cottage with you...
"Innie?" You peek into the bedroom, only to find him cocooned in the bedsheets, his face hidden from sight.
"Are you awake?"
He doesn't respond, but his breathing gets a little shallower at the sound of your voice.
When you settle down on your side of the bed, he rolls over to face away from you.
"Go away," he mumbles.
"Why?"
"I'm embarrassed," he whines, "and I don't want to look at you or I might cry."
"I'm sorry," you apologize immediately, a frown creeping onto your face.
"Ugh," he groans. "It's not your fault..."
"It kind of is," you point out.
He shakes his head.
"Listen," you sigh. "There's no need to be embarrassed about this, if you really think about it! Masturbating is a natural, healthy thing, and you shouldn't be ashamed of your virility."
"Shut up," Jeongin whines. "Why did you have to say it like that?"
"Because it's true!" You insist, trying to will away the image of what his hand wrapped around his dick might look like if there hadn't been a frosted pane of fucking glass between the two of you earlier.
"And besides," you continue. "We're best friends. I've seen you do loads of embarrassing things. Jerking off in the shower doesn't even make the top five."
"Gee, thanks," his face is still buried under the sheets, but you don't have to see it to know that he is rolling his eyes.
"If it makes you feel better, I'll pretend I never saw anything," you tell him.
He is silent for a moment.
Then, he throws the covers off of himself and sits up, looking you dead in the eye.
"Whatever!" He exclaims finally, pouting at you. "It doesn't matter anyways."
"Exactly!" You nod vigorously. "And besides, it's not like I saw much."
Strands of his damp hair cling to his forehead, and his brow furrows.
"Your loss," he shrugs. "I'm, like, insanely hot."
You scoff at how serious he looks. "You're so annoying."
"And you're a perv," he snarks back.
"Fuck you," you bite.
"You wish!"
"Shut up," you deadpan. "Now, are you done being a baby? We still have a movie to watch."
The next morning when you wake up, it is with buttery sunbeams on your face and Jeongin's dick against your back.
In your half-awake haze, you haven't quite processed where you are. The last thing you remember is falling asleep on opposite ends of the bed after a very emotional rewatch of Jeongin's favorite movie.
And now? Well, it's safe to say that distance was not maintained throughout the night.
In this moment, there are only three truths: a warm, heavy arm is splayed over your torso, pinning you to the bed. Something solid is firm and hard against the small of your back. And when you roll your hips upwards against it, a muffle moan sounds behind you.
The noise is so enticing that you can't help but roll your hips again, relishing the feeling.
Only, half a moment later, do you realize what exactly it is—who exactly it is. Your eyes snap open.
Now, there are four truths: Jeongin's arm is wrapped around you, his dick is hard against your back, you are insanely turned on... And you need to get away from him before he wakes up.
Despite your racing heart, you try you best to pry his arm off of you gently. You can't imagine the embarrassment (on both your parts) if he was to wake up right now. Especially not after last night.
Thankfully, though, he remains asleep once you escape his grasp, stretching out his limbs. Your skin is flushed as you stand over the bed, and you can't help but feel like a creep. First, you accidentally walk in on him jerking off, and then you rub yourself all over him while he's sleeping?
You are the worst friend ever.
Shame washed over you as you hurry into the bathroom. In an attempt to calm yourself down, you spend longer than usual on your morning routine. So maybe it doesn't take ten minutes to tone your face, but you are still dazed with arousal and embarrassment, both of which cause you to move slower than usual.
Thirty minutes later when you walk back into the bedroom, you find Jeongin awake and scrolling through his phone.
"Hey," he greets you, his messy hair falling into his eyes.
"Hi," you say back, hoping you don't sound as awkward as you feel.
"Did you sleep well?" He asks innocently. Your face heats up.
"Y-Yup!" You exclaim.
Jeongin's gaze lingers on you, his lips pursed.
"Anyways," you continue quickly. "What's the plan for today?"
"Oh," he visibly brightens. "Well, I was thinking we could take a walk around town, and then maybe do a boat tour in the afternoon, if you're down for it?"
The bashful way he asks you makes your heart melt, especially with the dangerous knowledge that he's probably already booked the boat tour, just in case you say yes.
"That sounds great," you tell him.
He grins and his eyes disappear behind his dimples, which in turn makes you want to disappear.
"Great," he says happily. "What d'you say we leave in an hour?"
"An hour?" You raise a brow teasingly. "You sure that's enough time for you to get ready?"
He scoffs, pushing himself up from the bed. "Don't be rude."
"Better get a head start," you call as he walks towards the bathroom. Predictably, he sticks his tongue out in your direction before letting the door shut.
As Jeongin gets ready, you rifle through your bag, trying to decide on an outfit for the day. The weather is nice and sunny, and it doesn't take long for you to decide on a dress, similar to the one you wore yesterday: this time, it is light green, short, and flowy enough that you won't have to worry about overheating.
In the time it takes him to finish getting ready, you manage to work your way through an ungodly amount of true crime Youtube videos. You are stretched out on the bed, stomach down, as a mukbang-style recount of a serial killer spree plays on your phone when Jeongin finally walks out of the bathroom.
"Finally," you complain, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. "Are you ready?"
He takes a moment too long to respond, and concern washes over you. When you look up at the way he is all but gaping at you, that concern only intensifies.
"Oh..." Jeongin stutters, frozen in the doorway.
"What?" You ask, self-conscious under his piercing gaze. "Is there something wrong?"
Your brow furrows as you look down at yourself, trying to figure out if your clothes are inside out, or if there is some horrific toothpaste stain that you managed to miss. However, a quick perusal of your outfit indicates that nothing seems to be out of place.
You look back up and Jeongin is still staring.
"Does it... Does it not look good?"
This was your first time wearing this dress. You bought it a few months ago when it caught your eye in the store, hoping that maybe you'd get to dress up and look nicer than usual. It wasn't something you did often but you had just started seeing someone new back then, so you thought—well, why not?
"Jaehyun didn't like it much," you blabber on. "But I thought it was fine. Although, maybe it does look a little off... Should I change? I should change, right?"
Jaehyun was a nice guy, for all intents and purposes. You met him through a friend of a friend, and when he asked you out you said yes immediately, if only because you were bored and desperately in need of a distraction from your turbulent feelings for your best friend.
You liked him well enough, even if he did sometimes say things without thinking. Like how he didn't think green suited you, or that he thought you looked infinitely better in pants instead of dresses. When things ended with him, you weren't too torn up about it, however, so you must not have liked him that much.
At the mention of your ex, Jeongin scoffs.
"That asshole? Don't listen to anything he says. You look great... Beautiful, really."
Your cheeks heat up at the fervor in his voice.
"R-Really?"
He nods vigorously.
"Thanks, Innie..." You mumble.
He is still standing in the doorway, but whatever spell he is under seems to break as he looks at you. Suddenly shy under his gaze, you avoid eye contact as you fidget with the hem of your dress.
"If you don't mind me asking..." Jeongin hesitates. "Why did you end things with him, anyways? Not that I'm complaining! You just, y'know, never really told me what happened."
"Oh, I didn't end things," you say. "He did, actually."
"What?" Jeongin hisses as if he has been physically hit.
You nod.
"Why would he do that?" The genuine disbelief in his voice, as if he can't possibly wrap his mind around what you are saying, floors you. He sounds so personally offended, and you can't help but smile at what a loyal friend he is.
Then his question actually registers and your smile fades away, discomfort churning in your stomach.
"He, uh," you pause. "Well. He didn't like... How close you and I are."
"You're joking."
You shake your head.
Jeongin's eyes are wide and he asks, "did he, like, tell you to choose between me and him?"
He laughs slightly at the end as if it is a joke, but you remain silent.
"No way," he says. "No way."
"Yeah," you suck in a breath. "That was pretty much my reaction, too."
"What an asshole," he scoffs. "Why did you even stay with him for so long?"
There is an edge to his voice, and your brow furrows.
"Because he was nice, and I liked him," you say, slightly irritated at the accusation in his tone.
"Really?" He pins you with a look, as if to say he doesn't think the reason is good enough.
"Yes, Jeongin, and he liked me too. Why else do people see each other?"
"Well it doesn't sound like he liked you that much," Jeongin mutters.
You frown, not liking the way his words pierce you. Maybe it was true that Jaehyun didn't like you that much. But he did like you, which was more than you could say about Jeongin. Who was he to have an opinion on your love life? He might be your best friend, but you don't appreciate the way he is judging you right now—especially for something that is well and truly over.
"I..." You feel more vulnerable than you would like. "You asked what happened and I told you. Why... Why are you mad at me for this?"
"I'm not mad at you," Jeongin says automatically, and his words are softer, lacking the heat they had only moments before.
"It sounds like you are..."
"No," he inhales, chewing on his lip. "God, no. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at him."
"Really...?" You ask dubiously.
"Really!" Jeongin exclaims. "It just pisses me off that he treated you like that. Like, who does he think he is? God, he's always been such a dick!"
You pause, taking in the taut lines of agitation on his face. By now, he has abandoned his position in the doorway in favor of pacing around the room.
"What...?" You say, lost. "But I thought you liked him!"
"Uh, fuck no," he rolls his eyes. "I've never liked him. Literally anyways could treat you better than he did."
A moment passes.
"I could treat you better."
Your breath catches in your throat.
Under any other circumstances, his words would seem normal. You might have been able to brush it off as a joke, maybe even laughed a little.
But the earnest way he is looking at you, the resolute way his hands wring together as he looks at you—really looks at you, tells you that there is more to what he is saying.
HIs pacing has come to a halt, and even from the opposite end of the room, you can see the uneasy rawness in his expression.
"What..." You hiccup. "Why do you say that?"
He considers your question for a moment, a thousand thoughts brewing in his head. It seems as if he is on the precipice of two impossible choices. Then, he takes a steely breath and nods.
"Because I mean it."
The words leave his lips and your heartbeat quickens.
"I don't understand..." You say faintly.
Frustrated, Jeongin runs a hand through his hair. His pacing resumes and he fidgets with his fingers as you watch, unsure what he is going to do next.
"Am I really...?" He mutters, more to himself than to you. "Really...? Okay, yeah, I am."
As you watch, he rolls his shoulders back and then sets his eyes on you, walking over and taking a seat on the bed next to you.
He is close enough that your things are touching and your heart stutters at the imploring look in his eyes. His hand wraps around yours, pulling it into his lap.
You look down at your joined hands, and then up at him again.
"Jeongin?" You ask tentatively.
"Just..." He practically chokes, his eyes sliding shut.
"Are you okay?" A concoction of worry and anticipation swirls inside you.
"Yeah, okay. I'm just going to say it."
"Okay."
"This is kind of embarrassing," he laughs. "I mean, why is this so hard? You literally just walked in on me with my hand around my dick yesterday but this seems, like, ten times worse."
Heat shoots through you.
"W-What...?" You breathe unable to stop the way your gaze drops to his covered crotch, only a few inches away from your joined hands.
Jeongin had decided on wearing jeans today, the baggy dad-fit kind, and although they are loose, you can't help but imagine what might lie underneath.
"Wait..." Jeongin says. "Are you staring at my dick right now?"
"What? No!"
"Really? It sure looks like you are."
"There's a stain," you fib, dragging your eyes away from him.
"I just bought these two days ago."
"Okay," you inhale. "Fine. Maybe I was. But also, y'know, maybe I wasn't."
When you look at his face, a small smile threatens to break out across it.
"D'you want a closer look?" He teases.
You scoff, yanking your hand out of his.
"Weren't you saying something?" You ask pointedly.
"Sorry, you're right," he nods, gently taking your hand back. Except this time, he pulls the rest of you along with it, dragging you flush onto his lap.
Your cheeks flush immediately, but Jeongin doesn't seem at all embarrassed by this new position.
"I'm trying to confess my feelings for you right now," he continues. "We can talk about my dick later."
"You're... what for me?!"
He raises a brow, surprisingly calm.
"Feelings," Jeongin says slowly. "I have them. For you. Romantically, y'know."
You scoff. "Don't be condescending. I heard what you said!"
"I was just trying to help," he tells you innocently. "You seemed confused.
"Because I am!" You cry. "What are you saying? Y-You can't be serious."
"Yes, I am," he rolls his eyes. "I like you, a lot, in case you couldn't tell."
You gape at him.
"And you must like me too," he adds, "considering the way you were just staring at my dick."
You glare at him, unable to fight the fierce heat that rises to your cheeks even as you break your hand free from his grasp once again.
"Shut up," you groan, placing your hands square on his chest. A teasing smile stretches across his face, and then slowly slips away as you wiggle in his lap, trying to get off of him.
Jeongin's breath catches in his throat and his hands automatically drift to your hips, holding you in place.
"Let me go," you whine, increasing your efforts. "You're saying weird things and I, like, need a moment."
"Oh my god. You need to stop doing that."
"Doing what?" You snark.
He looks at you pointedly, a dark look in his eyes, and you wriggle some more, until—
"Oh," you gasp, surprising by the hard feeling poking against your thigh. "Jeongin, w-what the hell?"
"It's not my fault," he groans. "I told you to stop! And you look so good in this stupid dress I-I couldn't help it..."
"I don't understand," you stutter, arousal shooting straight to your core. "Where is this coming from?"
"You can't be serious," Jeongin mutters, and against your will, you squirm at the hoarse quality of his voice.
"—Fuck, please don't do that."
He sounds physically in pain, and you inhale sharply as his grip tightens on your hips, bruising as he holds you in place. His hands are so big—a fact you have always known, but seems somehow unavoidable now that they are holding you down on his lap.
"I—" You begin.
"You really had no idea how I feel about you?" Jeongin asks, pulling you closer to him. "Like, at all?"
"Oh," the moan escapes your lips at the delicious drag of your clothed core against his leg.
"Fuck, I wasn't going to tell you like this," he mumbles, his head falling against your shoulder. "I wasn't going to tell you at all. But I just—"
He inhales.
"I wanted to do this the right way, at least," Jeongin's jaw clenches.
"You are definitely doing this the right way," you say lowly, and then immediately blush afterwards. The words weren't supposed to come out, but his fingers tighten on your hips, and your thighs tighten around his leg.
"Shut up," he huffs, but there is a burgeoning hope underlying his tone. "I'm trying to be romantic here."
You consider his words. This position is making you delirious—you have always dreamed of this, Jeongin under you... no, Jeongin having feelings for you. It's euphoric, knowing that he actually cares about you the way you care about him. But the heat building up in the pit of your stomach is increasingly distracting, and all you want to do right now is grind down and get some relief.
You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, and then look up at him with wide eyes.
"You can be romantic after you fuck me," you say boldly.
A muffled groan escapes his lips and his hips ruth shallowly upwards at your words.
"Don't say things like that," he whines. "I—"
"Yes?" One of your hands creeps up his thighs.
"No," Jeongin glares at you. He snatches your sneaky wrist, yanking it away from you, and his unforgiving grip only sends another shot of arousal through you.
"If I fuck you," he breathes, "it'll be after I tell you how I feel."
You perk up. "So that means you are going to fuck me?"
He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. "Not if you keep acting like a brat."
You raise a brow wordlessly, and Jeongin's hold on your wrist loosens at the look in your eyes.
In this position, your dress is ridden up to the top of your thighs, leaving little to nothing to the imagination. You don't miss the way that his gaze travels up your legs, snagging on the green material as he chews on the inside of his cheek.
A mischievous, horny half-thought forms in your head. Your hands drift to the hem of your dress, and then before he can stop you—or worse, before you can stop yourself—you tug it up high enough to put your lace panties on display.
"Y/N." Your name is a choked whine as it leaves his lips.
"Yes?"
Jeongin takes a deep breath, his eyes focused on the ceiling in an attempt to collect himself.
"I don't—I mean, I want—" He struggles.
"Is something wrong, Innie?"
"I'm trying to tell you that I like you, but you're being so fucking difficult. Can't you wait, like, two minutes?"
"Oh my god, shut up," you breathe finally, squirming closer to him. "You like me, I get it! I like you too, obviously. I would like you better if your dick was inside me, but whatever. Can we fuck now?"
Your hand inches up his thigh again, and this time he doesn't have the chance to stop you before you're dragging a finger along the crotch of his jeans.
Half a sigh escapes his lips and then he grabs your hand, adjusting your grip so that you are fully palming him through the thick material.
"If you're going to be a brat," he groans, "at least do it right."
A wicked grin stretches across your lips.
"Gladly."
You reach for his zipper, eager to get his pants off so you can feel the full weight of him in your hands. But before you have the chance, Jeongin's hand wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you down to his lips.
"You—" he presses his lips against yours, hard. "—are such—" The words vibrate against your lips and you fight the urge to whimper, "—a tease."
"I'm trying to touch your dick," you pout between kisses.
Technically, you are touching his dick, but it's not enough. Not since yesterday, when the tantalizing what if wormed its way into your mind. It is pure torment, knowing all the lies between you and your prize is one measly layer of denim.
It is even more annoying that Jeongin has decided to distract you with pecks on the lips that are surprisingly tame, considering that he is insanely hard beneath you.
"And I," he glares, "am trying to tell you how much I adore and admire you."
The effect of his resolve is half-lost when his eyes flicker down to your chest, glazing over in lust as he stares at the shape of your body.
"Do that later," you hiss.
Your efforts with your hands are momentarily forgotten as you focus your attention solely on his lips.
Determined to deepen the kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself as close as you can, scooting up in his lap and molding the front of your body to his.
In this new position, your core is directly over his clothed cock and you grind down on him at the same time that you lick a long stripe against the seam of his lip.
Your actions have the desired effect when Jeongin's lips part in a soundless moan. His willpower quakes when your tongue slides into his mouth, and the way he kisses you back is sloppy, as if he is trying to swallow you whole.
But then, almost too quickly, he remembers himself. With a surprisingly sexy amount of self control, he manages to pull himself away from you.
A small whine escapes you and your lips try to follow his, but Jeongin's hand wraps around your throat and holds you where you are.
"Who said you could do that?" He asks. His lips are red and swollen as they turn upwards in a foreboding smirk.
"Sorry, I didn't know I needed permission to kiss you," you scoff. "Or did you not like it?"
"Oh, I liked it," Jeongin says, unaffected by your taunt. "What I would like more is for you to shut up and actually listen to me, but it's okay. We'll get there eventually."
"Sure," you roll your eyes.
A competitive glint steals its way into his gaze. "Is that a challenge?"
"And if it is?"
"Mmm, baby, I was hoping you would say that."
And then, before you can react, he pushes you roughly off of him. Not expecting the motion, you fall into a heap on top of the bed sheets, a gasp caught in your throat.
When you look up, Jeongin peels his shirt off, maintaining eye contact even as he settles against the headboard, palming himself through his pants.
"That wasn't very nice," you push yourself up onto your knees.
He raises a brow, his gaze raking up and down your body.
"Why are you so far away?" You complain. "I thought you were going to fuck me."
"Hasn't anyone ever told you that patience is a virtue?"
You can't deny how hot it is, being so close but so far away, able to look but not touch him. There is something vaguely humiliating in the distance between the two of you, and Jeongin's heated gaze pins you in place.
"Patience is for losers," you huff childishly. "Are you going to touch me or do I have to do all the work myself?"
You realize your mistake a moment too late.
"Hmm, you're right," he muses. "Why should I touch you when you can do it yourself?"
It's too late to take it back, and you refuse to beg, so you keep your mouth shut.
"It's only fair, don't you think? You saw me, now it's my turn."
Jeongin's innocent smile coupled with his sharp words is enough to set you alight.
Still, you hesitate, your lips parted in a half 'o' as you consider his words.
"Touch yourself for me, or I won't touch you at all."
"Ugh," you whine finally, seeing the promise in his eyes. "Fine."
"Don't be a brat," Jeongin warns.
You can't help but roll your eyes, and yet when you bring your hand down to your clothed core, a shy flush works itself onto your face.
It isn't like you have never touched yourself before, but you can't remember the last time you had such a rapt audience, and it isn't just anyone watching you—it's Jeongin.
There is a sort of thrill to the way he stares you down, strong desire evident in his gaze even as he remains perfectly still. That thrill is then only heightened by the fact that you are still completely clothed, your skirt flipped up so that he has a perfect view of what is underneath.
With a deep breath, you run a hesitant finger once over the fabric of your panties, then twice. Jeongin is only able to watch your timid ministrations with a singular focus, and it emboldens you enough to push the thin fabric covering you to the side.
He inhales sharply at the sight.
"Oh my god," the strangled words barely escape his mouth, and you don't miss the way he squeezes himself tighter.
You lick your lips at the sight and slowly trail a finger down, circling yourself bare with small, light figure eights.
"Does that feel good?" Jeongin asks, and the eagerness in his voice surprises you. His voice is steady, and if you weren't able to see his blown out pupils for yourself, you would think that he was genuinely, objectively interested in the answer to the question.
"I guess..."
Even though you are insanely turned on, your fingers aren't doing much for you right now. You have always needed something else—a toy, a helping hand, anything—to help you get off this way. Jeongin's surveilling gaze is certainly helping, but predictably, you can't help but feel a little bit stuck.
"You don't sound very sure." You aren't sure how he manages to sound both condescending and caring at the same time.
Your lip snags between your teeth in frustration.
"It's... It's not enough."
"Hmm," he remains still.
"Jeongin..." His name comes out breathy.
"Aww," he coos. "D'you need some help?"
"You're so annoying," you growl.
"And you're so mouthy," he rolls his eyes and a hand wraps around your ankle, yanking you towards him.
In only a second, you all but fall onto his lap. You can't help the moan that escapes you at his manhandling, and his lips twist in a smirk when he hears it.
"Is this better?" He teases.
Your thighs lay over his, but your core is far away from where you want it to be most: flush against his dick. In an attempt to get closer, you wriggle your hips, but Jeongin's hands come down and hold them firmly in place.
"Can you get off like this?"
You glare at him. The tone in which he asks the question hints that he already knows the answer is no.
"Try," he says, "and maybe if you're good, I'll give you a reward."
Frustrated, you bring two fingers down to your clit and continue your slow circling, faster this time as you teeter between the desire to ease the pressure and the desire to defy Jeongin.
"Wanna know what I was thinking about yesterday?" He asks casually, his eyes focused again on the languid movement of your fingers.
"H-Huh?"
"When you walked in on me," he clarifies.
"Oh."
"I was thinking about you," Jeongin says. "You and that stupid fucking dress you were wearing."
Your breath catches in your throat and you clench around nothing. his eyes are dark and his hand drifts down to squeeze himself as he continues.
"Every time you wear one of those dresses," he inhales, tugging on the hem of your skirt, "It makes me lose my mind. Did you know that?"
You bite your lip, your fingers pressing down harder against you.
"They're just so... ugh." He pants, squeezing himself tighter. "It would be so easy to flip it up and have my way with you."
His words are torture, especially with the devout way he refuses to touch you. You breathe shakily, trying to ignore the way his voice goes straight through you.
"Just one move, mmm, and you could sit on my dick, anywhere you want. Nobody would even have to know."
His hips rut upwards, and you know that he isn't as unaffected as he seems.
"Would you like that?" He asks. "I bet you would."
"And who said I would let you?"
His eyes darken.
"I-I mean, you'd have to earn it first," you lick your lips.
"Earn it?" he murmurs. "How? Like this?"
And then he pulls you forward so that your body is flush with his. The position is reminiscent of a few moments ago, when your tongue had been down his throat, but this time Jeongin's lips go straight for your throat and his fingers make their way to your core, pushing yours out of the way.
"Oh."
It astounds you just how different his hand feels from your own. He keeps the same pace as you, and yet arousal sparks through your veins in a way that you have never been able to achieve on your own.
"You're so wet," he says against your skin, sucking a bruise under the curve of your jaw. "How are you this wet?"
That, of course, only sends more arousal shooting down to your core, gushing against his fingers, and his eyes roll back.
"You're so hot. Oh my god."
"Keep talking like that," you sigh, "and you'll definitely earn something."
"Like what?" His hips roll up right as he presses down deeper and you swear you almost black out.
"S-something like your dick in my mouth, maybe."
"Ugh," Jeongin hisses, and his hand stills.
"What—?" You quiver on his lap from the sudden loss of sensation.
"Sorry," his eyes screw shut and his hand move to your hips, repositioning you on his lap so that you are no longer directly on his dick.
"I—hmm, I need a moment."
"Did I do something wrong?" You ask, dazed.
"No!" Jeongin exclaims immediately. "It's just..."
He purses his lips, a light blush rising to his cheeks.
"Yes?"
"I was like, two seconds away from coming in my pants, and that would have been so embarrassing."
His confession is surprisingly candid for how abashed he sounds.
"Oh my god," you whimper, clenching down on nothing. "That's so hot."
"Fuck. You're like, insane. What the fuck?"
You narrow your eyes. "We've been best friends for years. You're only realizing that now?"
"I was a little distracted by other things about you," he breathes against your neck.
You huff, a retort ready, but then his mouth is on you again.
"C-Can you just fuck me already?" You whine instead. "I—I need to feel you or I'll die."
"You're so dramatic," he rolls his eyes.
Your hands have a mind of their own as they travel down to his pants, squeezing him through them. His head falls into the crook of your shoulder with a moan, but he doesn't stop you even as you drag the zipper down.
And then, he lets out the most delicious sound as you reach into his boxers and wrap your fingers around the head of his cock. The weight of it feels perfect in your hands and you waste no time in pulling him out of his boxers.
Your mouth goes dry at the first real look at him. He's big, bigger than you thought he would be, and you are dizzy at the thought of it.
How would he feel inside you? Would be even fit? The heat inside your chest sparks further.
"Stop looking at me like that," Jeongin grinds out.
You watch in awe as you give him an experimental stroke and his mouth drops open. Another stroke, and a strangled moan leaves his lips.
Curiously, you run a finger over the tip, gathering his precum before running your hand down his shaft once more.
"Oh my god," he moans into your shoulder. Jeongin's gaze is focused on your small hand moving over his cock, and your gaze is focused on face and the small reactions he gives you.
"You're evil," Jeongin hisses after a particularly vindictive squeeze.
"And you're hot," you say.
"O-okay, that's enough—"
He halts your hand, unwrapping your fingers from his cock. His face screws up and his hips unconsciously follow your touch as it leaves, but he remains steady when he pulls you away.
"But—" you pout.
"You can do that later," Jeongin breathes. "Unless you would rather I come in your hands instead of inside you?"
"No," you shake your head quickly. "The second one. Let's do that one."
A smirk slips across his face and then one hand is on your hip again, pulling you even closer as the other wraps around the base of his cock.
"I'm going to..." he breathes. "Can I fuck you now?"
"Hmm..." You tap a finger to your chin. "i dunno, what happened to not fucking me until you told me how you feel?"
"I hate you, that's how I feel," he mutters, his brow furrowed.
"I don't think so—oh."
Your taunt trails off as he brushes the head of his dick against your core. The feeling of him hot in between your legs is enough for you to whimper.
"Let me fuck you," he says again. "Please?"
You nod, lightheaded as he continues to rub his cock against you.
"Yeah. Yes. Please, fuck me."
"Thank god," he breathes.
His fingers hook your panties even further to the side and then you lift your hips up so that you are hovering just above him. With an unsteady breath, Jeongin positions his dick right at your entrance.
He looks up at you, his pupils blown out with lust.
"Ready?" He asks in a voice that is surprisingly tender.
You nod again, and then slowly sink down on him.
"Fuck," he chokes out.
The stretch is unfamiliar, and you bite down on your lip to stifle the sound that threatens to escape. You knew he was big, but the burn of him opening you up still catches you off guard.
Jeongin notices your expression immediately, and his hands on your hips stop you in your path.
"Are you okay?" His voice is laced with concern.
"I'm good. Just—so big."
"Sorry," he whispers. "We... we don't have to do this right now."
"No!" You shake your head. "No, I want to. Just... give me a second."
He nods understandingly.
"Take your time."
He is barely even halfway inside you at this point, but you breathe in through your nose as you wait to adjust to his size. A few moments later, the burn fades mostly away into a dull ache, which then gives way to the threads of arousal that had previously been wrapping around you.
All it takes is one look at Jeongin's wrecked expression for that arousal to increase tenfold. You can feel yourself growing wetter at the expression on his face, and then he groans, and you know that he must have felt it too.
"What—" He begins, but his sentence breaks off into a moan as you roll your hips forward and then slowly push yourself downward once more.
"You—oh, you feel so..." Jeongin blabbers.
"Yes?" You ask, pleasantly surprised as the pain slowly fades into pleasure.
"So good," he gasps. His eyes are unfocused, and when you finally are able to take him fully to the hilt, he squeezes your hips.
"You're—" he breathes. "You're doing so well."
The praise sends more heat through you and you unintentionally clench down on him.
"Holy shit," he whines.
"You're so big," you hiss.
He nods quickly, and you aren't sure if he heard what you said.
"Can you," he begins. "Well, I mean, whenever you're ready, can you maybe move?"
"O-only because you asked so nicely."
And then, quicker than he can process, you lift yourself up and swivel your hips downwards.
"Oh," you both moan at the same time.
Experimentally you repeat the motion, and a shot of heat moves through you when it garners the same reaction. It doesn't take long before you have built up a steady rhythm, riding him as he moans beneath you.
"Where—oh, where d-did you learn how to do this?" He pants, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" You tease, breathing heavy from both pleasure and exertion.
"You're so good," he murmurs against your neck, moaning when you roll your hips a way that allows him to reach inside deeper than before. "So, so good, oh my god."
His mouth moves to your throat, placing sloppy kisses up and down the column of your neck.
"You're so pretty like this. And I'm the only one who gets to see, hmm?"
"Yeah," you breathe. "O-only you."
The force of your riding allows the skirt of your dress, previously rolled up to your torso, to fall back down. There is something sensual and dirty about the way that you are both still clothed—you, with your panties haphazardly pushed to the side and him, with his cock just barely pulled out of his pants. It makes you go crazy, how you can't even see the way you sink down on him because of all the fabric in between.
"Jeongin," you whimper. "I—oh my god, you feel so good, I think I-I'm close..."
"Already?" He teases, panting as he sucks a bruise against your jaw.
You nod, your movements getting more and more sloppy as the pleasure builds.
"I—" you moan, but the build is too slow to actually push you over the edge. "I can't."
The frustration in your voice has Jeongin thrusting upwards to meet the roll of your hips.
"Not enough?" He asks, and you nod pathetically.
He pulls away, his hands on your hips moving to stop you. You are so fucked out that you hardly notice that he is pulling out of you until you feel the glaring absence of him.
"What—" You whimper, close to tears at the visceral loss.
"Shh," he soothes, swallowing your words with a chaste kiss to the lips. "Don't worry, baby, I'm going to take care of you."
Jeongin's tongue peeks out of his mouth as he pushes you down, slowly, until you are laid flat on your back. A small whine builds in the back of your throat and you fist the sheets beneath you, not really knowing what is going on except that Jeongin was fucking you and now no longer is.
Then, before you even have to ask, he is back at your entrance, pushing into you.
This time, it is much easier to accommodate the stretch. His first stroke is enough to bring you back to the precipice you had been on earlier, and Jeongin chokes audibly when you clench down on him.
"So tight," he grunts, thrusting into you again. "You feel like heaven."
You bite into the heel of your palm as the whimpers begin to build up in your throat.
"Don't do that," Jeongin groans, his next stroke languid and deep enough to have you seeing stars.
His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling it away from your mouth.
"Wanna hear you," he pants. You moan as he thrusts into you again, somehow even deeper. "Yeah, just like that."
His fingers push your palm flat against the bed next to you, and then gently intertwine with yours, an intimate juxtaposition to the precise snap of his hips above you.
"You're so beautiful," he groans. "I like you so much."
"Jeongin," you whimper when he brushes against your g-spot. "I-I'm close. Please, please."
"Yeah?"
"M-more," you nod, your eyes glazed over.
The frantic pace that he builds up has him moaning as he pulls your hips towards him.
"You look so perfect like this," he gasps. "I'll never be able to look at you in a dress again without thinking of this, fuck."
His fingers fist the hem of your dress, pushing it up until it bunches just under your chin.
"Close," you whisper. "Sososo close, oh my god, please Innie..."
"Are you gonna come?" He asks. "It's okay baby, come for me. Please, wanna feel it."
His movements are jerky now but you hardly notice because his words are enough to finally push you past your breaking point. One more well positioned thrust right against your g-spot has you seeing white, and with a gasp of his name, you come.
"Fuck, oh my god," his eyes screw tight. "You feel so good, so, so, so good. Holy shit, how are you even real?"
The words sound fuzzy as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
It is only a few moments, once you have finally come down from your high, that you are able to get a good look at Jeongin. His pace is still fast as he fucks into you, and you can't help but cringe away from the oversensitivity. But then, when you notice his flushed face and his taut eyebrows, you decide that the slight sting between your thighs is worth it.
After all, he looks so hot like this—frantic and desperate and so, so close.
"I'm gonna come," he gasps. "Where can I come?"
You blink slowly, wanting to engrain the image of him into your brain forever.
Then, you look up at him with wide eyes, and instead of responding, you simply open your mouth and stick your tongue out immediately.
"Fuuuuck," Jeongin groans. "Don't do this to me, holy shit."
He thrusts shallowly into you once more, and then swiftly pulls out, positioning himself over your mouth.
"You're not real," he says, "I—god, you're so hot."
He jerks himself off quickly, precisely, and with a gasp, he comes. You make sure to get every last drop, licking your lips slowly while maintaining brutal eye contact.
"Fuck," he whispers to himself, and then collapses on the bed next to you.
"So..." you say a few moments later. "What was that you were saying about how much you adore and admire me?"
"Sorry, what are you talking about?" Jeongin shoots back.
You roll over to face him, a pout stretched across your lips.
"Innie..."
He glares at you. "Oh, so now you want to talk about feelings."
You twirl a strand of hair around your fingers, looking away from him.
"You're such a brat," he groans, pulling you closer so he can wrap an arm around you. "...It's really unfortunately that I like you so much."
The grin that stretches across your face is blinding.
"I like you too," you add. "Y'know, just for the record."
"Really? I thought you fucked all your friends like that."
"Just the special ones," you simper.
"Whatever," he says, but then presses a tender kiss to your forehead.
You melt into his embrace, feeling more content than you had for weeks.
"Anyways," Jeongin declares. "As fun as that was, I think we need to get cleaned up quickly now."
"For what?" You ask, confused.
He raises a brow, pushing himself up. "We still have that boat tour to go on."
"...You're not serious."
You follow suit, sitting up so you can stare at him.
"Oh, I definitely am."
"C'mon," you whine, grabbing his hand. "For real?"
He nods. "Yup. There's no way you're getting out of this."
You pause.
"No way at all...?" You pout a little too innocently.
"Nope."
"...Really?" You fidget with the hem of your dress. And then, with a little smirk on your face, you pull it completely over your head.
Jeongin's eyes go wide and he stares at you, his gaze darkening once again.
"Well..." He mutters, pushing you so that you are flat on your back again. "I guess we can always try tomorrow..."
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