Iâm sorry to reach out like this, but Iâm writing out of deep need.
My name is Yasmin. Iâm living with my family under extremely difficult humanitarian conditions because of the war. We have lost our home, our safety, and the basic stability every family deserves. Each day is a struggle to secure food, warmth, and medical needs.
Iâm sharing this message in the hope that our voice can reach kind hearts. Any form of help whether itâs support, a donation, or even sharing our story could truly make a difference in our lives and help us survive this hardship.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. Even your compassion means more than words can express.đđđ»
Everything changed the day Amira was born.
The world outside was collapsing â bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began.
While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza.
I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life ânot a child of war.
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A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed
Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep.
She has just turned one.
Sheâs learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things â as if she doesnât see the destruction around her.
She doesnât know the word âloss.â
She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there.
Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in â whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like.
And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says âmama,â everything becomes bearable again.
I want to rebuild our home.
Not just for the walls â but for her future.
For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war.
Iâm not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on â to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
 A Motherâs Message
To everyone reading this â thank you for listening to our story.
Your kindness means more than words.
Every share, every message, every donation â it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira.
From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again â
we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.
at first, he was sleeping over only on weekends then it turned to him coming over into weekdays too. that his clothes keeps ending up and piling in your drawers now.
it became completely normal to wake up with his arms around you too, seeing his shirts and pants on the floor, or the smell of his cologne lingering in your room.
today you were cuddling. his body was warm pressed against yours under the covers. his breath tickles your ear every time he spoke, and his lips kept brushing your skin, ni-ki doesn't even realize what he was doing.
he was all over you. arms tight around your waist, leg hooked between yours, chest against your back as if he was trying to fuse into you. he kisses your ear, jaw, neck, and your breath gets caught each time.
he sucks your sensitive spot below your ear, making your fingers curl and grip the blanket. he groans quietly when you move just a little and you feel him getting hard through his thin pajama pants.
you kissed him back for a little while but thenâ
"you're moving so much," you whispered breathlessly, half-complaining as you squirmed in his grip. "iâ i can't breathe properlyâŠ"
"mmnhâŠ" ni-ki hummed against your neck, his voice now low and sleepy. "sorry, baby..." he murmured, but the way he tightened his arms around you says otherwise. he wasn't sorry at all, not even a little. "i just missed youâŠ"
"we've been together all day," you pointed out, shifting on his arms.
"yeah." he replied, kissing your cheek softly. "still missed you."
you rolled your eyes at him playfully but your chest was aching a little at how your boyfriend could make everything sound like a love confession.
quietly, out of nowhere, ni-ki asked,
"do you you wanna have sex with me?"
your eyes went wide, pushing him away just a little, your hands stayed on his shoulders. you blinked fast. "whatâwhaâWHAT?"
ni-ki groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, voice muffled against your skin. "ughh⊠fuck. that was so awkward. sorry, i didn't mean to say it like that."
then he blushed, chuckling weakly before looking at you again, "i said, do you wanna have seâ"
quickly, your hand flew to cover his mouth. "baby, i heard you!" you whispered, totally horrified.
he paused, eyes twinkling with amusement and anticipation as he gently pulled your hand away. his fingers felt soft and warm around your wrist, he asked again, "so?" but when he saw the panic and unsureness in your face, his expression immediately softened, "âŠno?"
and before you could even answer, ni-ki smiled gently, relaxing his grip on you a little as if he already knows the answer. "you wanna take your time?"
your heart was pounding so hard that he could probably feel it against his chest. your cheeks turned red as you look away and finally, you nodded slowly.
he kissed your cheek, thumb stroking your waist in quiet reassurance. "okay," he whispered. "let's take our time."
your throat tightened. you wanted to say somethingâmaybe apologize but the words stuck, so instead, you mumbled, "âŠare you horny?"
ni-ki blinked, surprisedâthen let out a soft laugh before pulling you closer, gently guiding your head to rest on his chest.
"don't worry about any of that, babyâŠ"
"butâ"
"i love you," he murmured quietly but firm, cutting through your spiraling thoughts like a thread being pulled tight. "don't stress, okay? i promise you, you're more than enough."
the two of you were quiet for a while. you just listened to his heartbeat as he held you close then eventually, ni-ki sat up and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead.
"i'm just gonna take a quick shower."
you watched him disappear into the bathroom, the sound of water running filling the room. but your head⊠it just wouldn't quiet down.
was he upset? disappointed?
...frustrated?
the thought made your stomach twist. you tried to brush it off, pacing around the room hoping it might help shake the feeling. however, the thoughts only got louder in your head.
the spiral started, making your head spin and making you upset at yourself too.
waitâis he... is he handling it in there?!
you heard the water shut off, giving you silence again. you bit your lip, hesitating but curiosity keeps getting the better of you. and quietlyâso quietlyâyou pressed your ear to the bathroom door.
but right then, the door quickly opened the second you leaned inâ
you almost fell forward but your boyfriend caught you. his hair is wet, he's got towel around his hips, there's water dripping down his chest, ni-ki raised an eyebrow at you. "âŠwhat are you doing?"
"iâi wasn'tâ!"
then he smirked after catching you red handed. "were you listening at the door?"
"no! iâi was justâ!"
"ahhâŠ" he interrupted, shaking his head in disbelief and amusement after the realization. "you were trying to hear if i was jerking off in your shower, huh?"
"fuck..." you cursed, closing your eyes and looked away, totally dying inside. "noâŠ"
he leaned in, "tch. you're so nosy." brushing a strand of hair from your face. droplets splashing on your toes. then with a grin, he added "and i wouldn't jerk off."
you tilted your head, "huh? why not?"
"because i'd rather you jerk me off."
your jaw dropped and he just laughed again, pulling you in, telling you how cute you are when you panic.
then lately, he wasn't even wearing shirts to bed anymore.
some nights he was too lazy he just wear boxers that in the mornings you feel him pressed against your ass or thighs, hard and twitching through thin fabric.
you don't say anything but⊠it stuck in your head, your heart always race and your body becoming more curious.
what does it really looks like when he's turned on?
how big is it, really?
will he feel good just from being touched?
and ni-ki's all over you again, his bare chest against your back, face in your neck, breathing soft and sleepy. his hand were already resting on your waist under your shirt... you'd gotten so used to the way his crotch pressed against you at nightâbut tonight, you feel him getting harder again.
you turned slightly to face him, "you're hard againâŠ"
your boyfriend let out a sleepy chuckle. "well, sorry. i love being this close to my girlfriend so much that it turns me onâŠ"
you pouted into the pillow. "so you're just gonna sleep it away?"
he laughed softly and groaned into your neck. "babe, why are you so concerned about my dick?"
"i'm not! i meanâ" you turned to look at him, flustered. "i'm concerned about you."
ni-ki opened one eye, "well, i'm not gonna die because of it, you know?"
you sighed heavily and kept thinking about it. he's right there. too close⊠and part of you just really wants toâ "âŠcan i touch it?"
his eyes opened and his sleepy expression vanished in an instant, "what?"
you met his gaze, more nervous now. "uhh, can i⊠touch it?"
"oâ of courseâŠ"
you reached down carefully, hand sliding beneath the waistband of his boxers, you felt ni-ki's whole body shuddered.
he let out a low, breathy moan and leaned in to start kissing you slow and needy. your touch had completely jolted him wide awake. "oh, fuck⊠babyâŠ"
your fingers wrapped around him, eyes widening slightly. "it's big."
ni-ki smirked against your lips, his voice got deeper now. "hmm, really? it's not even that hard yet."
you didn't have time to reply, he took your hand, and before you could process it, he actually spit into your palm.
"rikiâ?!"
"shh, trust me." he laced his fingers with yours and wrapped your slicked-up hand around his length, groaning as he helped you stroke him.
his cock hardened so quickly it startled you. it got even bigger, practically pulsing in your grip that your one hand wasn't enough anymore.
you looked down. "it's⊠not fitting."
ni-ki laughed breathlessly. "it's okay, you're doing so good. ahm, fuck, that feels good."
"do you want to suck it too?"
your lips parted. "iâ i don't know howâŠ"
he bit his lip before he kissed your jaw, his breath felt hot on your skin, practically warming you too. "i'll teach you."
he shifted both of you on the bed, ni-ki leaned back against the headboard as you positioned yourself between his legs. his boxers were halfway down already, his cock flushed and glistened in the low light...
ni-ki trailed his thumb across your cheek down to your lips.
"you sure, baby?"
you hesitated, heart pounding as your eyes flicked between his face and what was between his thighs.
"you don't have to," he added softly, other hand brushing your hair back. "we can stop hereâseriously."
"no, i really want to." you replied, making ni-ki smile proudly.
you stared at his cock slightly twitching in the air, its tip flushed red, already glistening with his pre-cum. you'd felt it under his boxers before but seeing it like this, in front of you...
it made your mouth dry.
you swallowed, moving your fingers before your brain could catch up. your wrapped one hand around the base then adding your second hand just above it.
not enough.
there was too much of him to hold. his cock is too thick, long, and the pre-cum spills from the tip was making your palms even more slippery.
you gave him a slow stroke, then another. your hands moved tentatively, sliding up and down in clumsy rhythm. the wet slick sounds between your palms made your face heat up and your pussy clench. so erotic.
n-ki groaned low, his hips twitching slightly just from your touches. "oh, babyâŠ"
you looked up at him, face burning even more. "i really don't know what i'm doing."
he reached for you instantly, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers. his touch was tender, ni-ki murmured. "you don't have to be good... just want you, you're already making me crazy here."
you stroked him again, faster this time, watching the way his face twisted in your grip. his tip leaked steadily, slick smearing across your knuckles.
"you can keep using both of your hands," ni-ki whispered shakily. "but⊠i think i'm gonna lose it the second you put your mouth on me."
"i wanna try."
your lips parted slowly as you leaned forward, tongue flicking out, licking to taste him first.
"shitâ" he hissed, jaw clenched, head tipping back against the headboard. "y/n..."
you took him in a little deeper but your throat tightened immediatelyâyou gagged, pulling back with a choked breath.
"it's okay. just go slow," he chuckled, panting as his hand gently rested at the back of your head. "don't push yourself too deep." though the deeper you went, the better it felt for ni-ki.
you nodded, trying again. your lips stretched wider, jaw already aching. spit gathered at the corners of your mouth as you bobbed your head fast. you wrapped one hand around what couldn't fit. he was burning hot in your mouth, heavy against your tongue, twitching with every movement.
god, i'm probably so bad at thisâŠ
his fingers curled in your hair now. voice breaking as he whispered through his gritted teeth.
"you're doing so good," he groaned. "your mouth feels so good..."
you tried to breathe through your nose. your eyes stung with tears.
his cock throbbed against your throat. salty, warm, very new to taste but his moans were so fucking addictive too that you just couldn't stop even if you wanted too.
you adjusted your angle, trying to breatheâbut your throat flexed without meaning to, swallowing around him.
ni-ki's eyes widened, choking on a moan.
"fâfuckâbaby, thatâwhat you just didâ"
you blinked up at him confused, still messy and teary, holding him steady in your mouth.
you did it again. let your throat flex around him, tighten your lips, letting him feel just how snug you were inside.
his thighs tensed instantly, hand clenching on your hair tightly, "âŠshit, i'm close."
you swallowed again, a whimper caught in your throat as your lips slid down further, his cock twitched violently in response, suddenly getting even bigger. he gasped, "waitâbaby, almost thereâdon't stop."
you started to pull back, overwhelmedâbut his hand stayed at the back of your head desperately.
"don't pull awayâplease," he gasped. "let meâlet me finish in your mouthâi can't hold itâ y/n"
you nodded and started sucking harder, bobbing your head faster.
ni-ki came with a loud, broken moan, hips jerking uncontrollably as thick spurts of cum spilled into your mouth. you gagged again from the volume, the heat, the unfamiliar tasteâit's so muchâbut you swallowed all of it, trying to keep up.
you were shaking too now. your jaw hurts, your hands were messy and slippery, and your eyes were wet and full with tearsâbut you didn't stop until he was done and empty.
ni-ki couldn't stop groaning, whispering your name as he brushed your hair out of your face with the most wrecked look you'd ever seen.
it's second period. your teacher kept talking about something â but you're not hearing none of it.
your mouth had been on him less than twelve hours ago and all ni-ki can think about is the way you'd looked at him then â all soft, nervous, and curious, like he was something you wanted to figure out.
you're sitting a few rows ahead of him. head is bowed low, playing with pen in hand, pretending to take notes,
he knows you're not listening either.
your shoulders are a little tense, lips kept parting every time your mind wander. he saw you smiling to yourself â shy, spaced-out, those little smiles makes his stomach tighten.
you must be thinking about it too.
you have to be.
ni-ki adjusts in his seat, subtly shifting his legs under the desk, feeling his pants feel tighter than they should. and it's not like he's that hard-hard... almost. it's hard enough to feel it. enough to make him want to sneak away, press his forehead to a locker, and groan while palming himself.
he's been like this for a week. every class. every time he looks at you.
you've been giving him blowjobs for a week now and the flashbacks hits like static electricity.
the sound of you choking just a little, the sight of your eyes, glassy and wet, you're hurting but still looking up at him.
the heat of your mouth, the press of your throat, the way your hands trembles slightly as you touch him.
you made him fall apart.
and now he can't stop thinking about you, how would you fall apart for him too.
ni-ki's fingers tighten around his pen. his jaw flexes slightly.
he shouldn't think about it here. oh he shouldn't picture the way you'd sound if he had his mouth between your thighs, kissing, making out with your pussy, licking, sucking on your clit until you couldn't even speakâ
"riki," the teacher calls.
he jolts slightly.
"yâ yes?"
"do you know what group you're assigned to?"
his mind went absolutely blank.
"âŠuh, no."
the whole class shook their heads. ni-ki swallowed, tries to find a safe answer but fails.
"listen carefully next time," the teacher warned. "you're on group two."
you glanced over your shoulder and met his eyes. your face goes red immediately.
you're both so, so bad at hiding it.
later, during break, you catch each other by the lockers. ni-ki leans close, arms crossed as he towers over you, trying to be casual â and failing completely.
"baby... you were zoning out the whole time," you murmured. "what's got you so distracted, huh?"
his eyes flick down to your lips just for a second.
"you," he said, honest as ever.
you blushed and smacked his arm. "shut up."
"âŠi keep thinking about last night," ni-ki whispered, making your heart dangerously stutters.
"yeah?" you breathed.
he nodded slowly, eyes dropping back to your mouth, your neck, your body. he swallowed thickly, quiet but you can now practically hear the words he's holding back.
"i wanna make you feel good too."
"w-what�"
"i just⊠i think about it. a lot." he pouted, eyes soft but looked stormy at the same time. "i can't be the only one who cums every night."
"not here, rikiâ!"
he grinned and bit his lip to stop himself. he held your wrist gently, seeking more connection, more of you.
the bell finally rang.
you step back reluctantly, adjusting your skirt and trying to breathe like you weren't just fantasizing about your boyfriend in a school hallway.
ni-ki stays leaning against the lockers, watching you walk away, hand slipping into his pocket. he pulls out your phone that you'd left at your desk this morning.
[cycle tracker] you're ovulating today!
"oh?"
a/n: random fic. just want to get some drafts out. this was supposed to be for a bad boy!ni-ki but it was too long so i had to shorten and throw away the plot TT i have so much in my drafts, i just might delete all of it. part two soon :p
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The sun filtered through the windows of the campus music hall, casting soft golden lines across the polished wood floors. The classroom smelled faintly of rosin, aged paper, and espresso. You sat in the second row, notebook open, readyâuntil he walked in.
Jake Sim.
Black hoodie, backwards cap, headphones around his neck, and that same effortless grin like he didnât just roll out of bed fifteen minutes late. Again.
You tried to look away. You really did. But your jaw clenched at the way he sauntered across the room, high-fiving someone, taking the seat diagonally across from you like he hadnât completely humiliated you last semester.
One comment. Thatâs all it took.
âYour composition felt like it was trying too hard to be sad,â heâd said in front of the entire masterclass. âLike⊠I donât know. A movie trailer for a drama that flopped.â
Youâd pretended it didnât bother you. It did.
Now, Professor Min cleared her throat. âAs part of this yearâs showcase, each classical composition major will be paired with a student from the production department to create a collaborative performance piece. Itâs time to bridge the gap between tradition and innovation.â
You blinked.
No. No no no.
Professor Min started reading off pairs, and every name made your stomach tighten. When she got to yours, you braced for it.
âY/N⊠youâll be working with Jake Sim.â
You didnât move.
Jake turned to look at you.
He blinked once, then tilted his head, grinning like the smug little devil he was.
You raised a brow. âIs this a joke?â
Professor Min didnât even look up from the list. âNope. See you two at your first collab session Monday.â
Jake slid into the chair next to you and leaned in, voice just loud enough for you to hear.
âSo⊠guess Iâm your worst nightmare and your musical soulmate.â
You turned your head slowly, smiled sweetly, and replied:
âMore like my creative punishment.â
Jake just laughed. âCanât wait, sunshine.â
"One Song, Two Hearts" â Part 2: Practice Makes Tension
The practice room was already unlocked when you arrived, which was strange, because you were never late.
You walked in cautiously, your tote bag sliding down your shoulder, and there he was.
Jake.
Sitting at the keyboard, hoodie sleeves pushed up, headphones half-on as he plucked at a MIDI controller and looped a beat with ease.
It was good, too. Ugh. You hated that it was good.
He looked up when you closed the door, grinning like heâd just won something.
âHey, sunshine.â
You dropped your bag with a thud. âDonât call me that.â
He clicked something on his laptop. âWhat should I call you, then? Y/N? Ice Queen of the Strings?â
You shot him a look. âHow about nothing until you have a melody that doesnât sound like a TikTok ad?â
Jake feigned offense, clutching his chest. âDamn. You wound me.â
You crossed the room, opened your notebook, and ignored the way his scentâclean laundry and cinnamon coffeeâwas weirdly... comforting.
âSo, whatâs your plan?â you asked, flipping pages.
Jake raised an eyebrow. âMy plan? I figured youâd come in with a full-blown sonata and a color-coded rehearsal schedule.â
âFunny. But no.â You tapped your pen. âThis is a collaboration. Which means we need a sound that feels like both of us. A hybrid.â
Jake leaned forward, arms on his knees. âWhatâs your sound?â
You hesitated. âRaw. Introspective. Vulnerable.â
He smirked. âCute. Mineâs loud. Messy. Honest.â
You glanced at him, just for a second too long.
Then, he played a few chordsâwarm, unexpected, melancholyâand without meaning to, you whispered:
ââŠPlay that again.â
He did. Slower this time.
You sat beside him. Close enough to feel the warmth of his arm. Close enough to hate how natural it felt.
You lifted your violin from the case, positioned it under your chin, and played over his chords.
The sound hit the room like a conversationâgentle, curious, electric.
You ended the run and let the silence hang.
Jake looked at you, eyes soft for the first time.
âSee?â he said quietly. âWe donât sound so bad together.â
You met his gaze.
And for a single breath, you didnât hate him at all.
"One Song, Two Hearts" â Part 3: Reverb
It had been three late-night practice sessions since you and Jake found that first, fragile harmony. Three nights of music that didnât feel like war.
And now, you hated to admit it⊠you almost looked forward to seeing him.
Almost.
Tonight, the room was already dim when you arrivedâheâd lit one of those stupid little battery-powered candles and placed it on the amp.
âTrying to set the mood?â you asked, raising a brow.
Jake looked up from his laptop, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. âHelps the vibe. Don't hate.â
You rolled your eyes and pulled your violin out. âWhatever. Did you finish the bridge?â
âMostly.â He tapped the keys, and a haunting melody filled the roomâyour melody, but layered with a pulsing beat and synths so subtle they felt like breath.
You blinked. âThatâs⊠actually really good.â
Jake looked smug. âTold you. Iâm a genius.â
You shoved his shoulder, but he caught your wrist mid-push and held it there, just for a beat too long. His skin was warm. His grip gentle.
âYouâre not that annoying when youâre focused,â you muttered, pulling back.
He chuckled softly. âYou say that like itâs a compliment.â
You sat beside him again, a little closer this time, and started to play your part over the new section. He watched youâmore than he should have.
And then the door creaked open.
A girl stepped in. Pretty. Confident. Dressed like she belonged in a performance video. She smiled when she saw Jake.
âJake! You werenât answering your phone.â
Your bow faltered for the first time all night.
He stood up, surprised. âOhâuh, hey, Mina. Iâm in the middle ofââ
She glanced at you, then back at him. âIs this your collab partner?â
You tried to smile. Failed. âHi.â
Mina laughed. âYou didnât say she was so serious-looking.â She turned to Jake. âYou coming to the mixer?â
Jake hesitated, eyes flicking to you, then back to her.
You turned away, pretending to tune your strings.
âNah,â he said finally. âGot work to do.â
Mina gave a small pout but waved. âOkay, your loss.â
As soon as the door closed again, you didnât say a word.
Jake sat back down slowly. âYou okay?â
You shrugged. âWhy wouldnât I be?â
âYouâre playing sharp.â
You dropped your bow with a loud clack.
âIâm not sharp. Youâre distracting.â
He blinked. â...How am I distracting?â
You stood. âForget it. This was a bad idea.â
Jake stood too. âY/N, wait.â
You turned, ready to snap back.
But insteadâhe stepped in close. Closer than he should. Close enough to feel the heat between you, the silence begging to be broken.
âYouâre not just a partner,â he said, voice low. âYou know that, right?â
You didnât reply.
You couldnât.
He leaned in just a little moreâclose enough that his breath hit your lipsâ
But didnât kiss you.
Instead, he whispered, âNext time⊠donât look at me like that unless you mean it.â
And just like that, he was gone.
"One Song, Two Hearts" â Part 4: Crescendo
You didnât see Jake for two days.
No texts. No practice. No explanation.
You told yourself you didnât care.
You lied.
By the third night, you were pacing the practice room alone, violin in hand, frustration prickling under your skin. The melody felt hollow without the chords he built beneath it. Everything felt hollow.
Just as you were about to leaveâ
The door opened.
Jake stepped in, hair messy, eyes tired, wearing a black tee and guilt like it was stitched into his sleeves.
âI shouldnât have walked out,â he said quietly.
You turned away. âI thought we were collaborating. Not playing emotional chicken.â
He sighed, setting down his bag. âI needed space.â
âFrom what? Me?â
Jake didnât answer right away.
Then:
âFrom wanting you.â
Your heart tripped.
You blinked. âWhat?â
Jake stepped forward, slow and deliberate. âFrom thinking about you every time I hear a violin. From staring at your mouth when you talk. From wondering what you taste like.â
You swallowed hard, every nerve in your body sparking.
He kept going, voice low.
âYou drive me insane. You argue with me, challenge me, call me outâand it makes me want you more.â
You dropped your violin onto the chair, heart pounding.
âI thought you hated me,â you whispered.
Jake stepped into your space, hands hovering at your waist, giving you a chance to stop him.
You didnât.
âI never hated you,â he said. âI just didnât know how to handle you.â
And thenâ
He kissed you.
It was soft at first, cautiousâlike a question he was scared to ask.
But the moment you kissed him back, it turned into an answer.
Hands found skin. Backs hit walls. Every snide comment, every burning glance, every unspoken word came undone in that kiss.
Clothes hit the floor in between gasped breaths and whispered names.
Jake laid you back gently on the padded piano bench, lips trailing down your throat as your fingers tangled in his shirt.
âYou still hate me?â he murmured against your skin.
You arched into him, breathless.
âShut up, Jake.â
He grinned. âMake me.â
You did.
"One Song, Two Hearts" â Part 5: Encore
The rehearsal room was dark except for the low golden glow of the candle on the amp.
Your legs were still tangled with Jakeâs on the narrow piano bench, your shirt halfway on, his hoodie off and draped over your lap like a blanket. His hand lazily traced circles on your thigh as he kissed down your jaw.
You hadnât meant to go this far.
But once the walls came down, there was no stopping the crash.
âStill mad at me?â he murmured, lips ghosting your collarbone.
You sighed, dazed. âOnly a little.â
Jake chuckled against your skin. âThen Iâm not trying hard enough.â
You didnât get a chance to respond before he dipped lower, pulling you back gently, until your spine arched against the bench. His fingers were slow, teasing, brushing between your thighs like he had all the time in the world.
Your breath hitched. âJakeââ
âMhm?â
âThis is a music room.â
Jake looked up with a wicked grin. âThen let me make you sing.â
And ohâyou did.
His mouth replaced his fingers and you bit your lip hard enough to bruise, one hand clutching his hair, the other braced against the wall. He took his time, learned every sound you made, every twitch of your hips like a secret he was dying to memorize.
When he finally came up, lips glistening, he kissed your stomach, your ribs, your lipsâlike you were his favorite song, and he was never done playing it.
âYouâre dangerous,â you whispered as he pulled you into his lap, settling you over the thick press of him.
He smirked. âTakes one to know one.â
He filled you slow, deliberate, eyes locked with yours. And for a moment, the world shrank down to nothing but thisâ
You.
Him.
And the beat of two hearts, finally in sync.
You moved together like a duetâback and forth, soft moans caught between kisses, words like âso goodâ and âdonât stopâ gasped into each other's mouths.
When you both shattered, it was quiet and intenseâno theatrics, just the raw intimacy of something earned.
And afterward, in the soft silence, you laid across his chest while he ran his fingers through your hair.
âStill think weâre a bad match?â he asked.
You smiled against his skin. âOnly academically.â
He kissed your forehead, arms tightening around you.
âGood,â he said softly. âBecause Iâm not letting you go.â
The studio was dimly lit, the only light coming from the glow of Chanâs computer monitor. The screen blinked with layers of unfinished tracks, but his eyes had stopped focusing an hour ago. His fingers hovered above the keyboard, unmoving, his head starting to droop.
Seungmin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching silently for a moment. Heâd seen this movie beforeâChan pouring every last drop of energy into a song, forgetting about sleep, food, himself.
âHyung,â Seungmin called gently.
Chan flinched slightly, blinking up at him like a caught child. âAh⊠Seungminie. I was justââ
ââWorking,â Seungmin finished with a sigh, already stepping into the room. âYeah. I know.â
He placed a warm mug of chamomile tea next to Chanâs mouse. âDrink. And then youâre getting up.â
Chan glanced at it, then at him, sheepishly. âYou didnât have toâŠâ
âI always have to. Because you never stop.â
His voice wasnât annoyedâit was soft, fond, like he was used to this dance.
Chan finally took a sip, letting the warmth calm him. âThank you.â
Seungmin stood behind him and leaned down, wrapping his arms loosely around Chanâs shoulders. âJust want you to take care of yourself, hyung. Iâll carry you to bed if I have to.â
Chan let out a breathy laugh, head leaning back slightly against Seungminâs chest. âYouâre too good to me.â
âYouâre lucky I like you.â
He smiled into Seungminâs arm, the pressure of deadlines and stress fading for a moment. Just warm tea, warm arms, and the one person who always noticed when he needed
Chan didnât even protest when Seungmin gently pulled him from the desk. He just let himself be led down the hallway, fingers still loosely tangled with Seungminâs.
âI can walk, you know,â Chan muttered with a half-smile as he got tugged into the bedroom.
Seungmin looked over his shoulder, smirking. âSure. But if I let go, you might float back to the studio like a ghost. Canât risk it.â
Chan chuckled softly. âYou really think Iâm that obsessed?â
âI know you are.â
Seungmin flicked the bedside lamp on low and tossed Chan a clean hoodie. Chan changed quickly, then flopped onto the bed like a tired puppy. Seungmin joined him, slipping under the covers, the warmth instantly wrapping around them both.
For a moment, they just lay there in comfortable silence, the sound of the rain tapping gently on the windows.
Thenâ
âYouâre staring,â Seungmin murmured, eyes still closed.
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