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I’ll make it up to you || Wren & Jerome

@fmdwren

Talk shows had always been quite bland for Jerome. It would be something he could happily live without. Explaining his song over and over again to people more interested in the juicy bits of his private life had him exhausted. It made him long for the days when he was still just a songwriter, unknown and not worth knowing.

But this time it was nice. He wasn’t alone.

Flowing locks of dark hair framing her gorgeous face leading his eyes down to her shoulders, to her breasts, to her waist, to her legs - and back up again to the smile that painted her lips. Bae Yoorin otherwise known as Wren, WISH’es strong and caring leader had sat next to him. Adding the beautiful feature on an almost as beautiful song to her list of titles.

She had always been one to catch his attention when he’d see the girls of WISH pouring out of the practice room. How he’d glance back when passing her in the corridors with such pleased look on his face when shorts were in season again. But it wasn’t until he found himself grasping at her hips whilst moans spilled from her lips inside an empty recording studio that he truly was interested. He didn’t remember how it happened per se but forgetting how sweet her mouth tasted was near impossible, not that he had a shortage of reminders though.

Watching her talk was enjoyable but more for the fact that he could do things to make her breath hitch and stutter her words just slightly. This time however he waited till she was finished.

Apologizing for her sore throat. Again. Poor girl. Jerome almost felt bad.

Wren had stopped talking, the host acknowledged her apology before talking to the audience again and the audience was preoccupied with the words that left the stage. Everyone was distracted. And so was she. This was the opportune moment.

Turning off his microphone, he held it in his hand whilst the other went and rested on the small of her back, a place too familiar for the male’s palm to be. He glanced over the audience for a moment, an innocent smile painting his lips before leaning in to have those same lips inches away from the shell of her ear, breathing hotly before a low suggestive whisper left them. “Is your throat still holding up?” It was then he shielded his mouth from the audience, wetting his lips slightly before finishing his thought. “Because I need it after we wrap this up.”

And that’s when he backed away. But not before he left a small kiss to her ear and add just one last thing. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Jerome was smart with these kind of things - deliberately showing the audience the first part of his sentence in such a way it looked like an accident. He could already hear the fans talking how nice it was for him to check up on her so privately, so rare for him to do so. Ah, little did they know there was meaning behind the smile on his lips and the way his touched her thigh before giving his attention to the host again.

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