respawned feelings
happy love day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The sound of rapid keystrokes and the occasional frustrated grunt filled the room as Jay sat at his desk, wholly engrossed in his game. You huffed, arms crossed, sitting on the edge of his bed with your legs tucked under you. Today was supposed to be unique—Valentine’s Day—and Jay had his headset on instead of spending it with you, barking commands to his members through the mic.
“Dude, push mid—no, not that way! Are you serious?” he groaned, tilting his head back in frustration. His focus was entirely on the screen, unaware of how your brows furrowed deeper by the second.
You rolled your eyes. Enough was enough.
Rising to your feet, you walked over and plopped onto his lap, legs draping over his thighs. The sudden shift made his chair roll back slightly, but Jay barely reacted, only shifting his hands on the keyboard to make space for you.
“What are you doing, baby?” he mumbled absentmindedly, eyes never leaving his screen.
You let out a small, annoyed huff, fingers playing with the silver chain around his neck. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” you muttered.
Jay chuckled, still not fully paying attention to you. “I do like to know. That’s why I’m asking.”
You let the incredible metal glide between your fingers before wrapping them around the chain, giving it a little tug, just enough for him to feel it. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. That got his attention.
“What’s up with you today?” he finally turned his head slightly, but his fingers remained on the keyboard.
Your lips pursed. “Oh, nothing. Just my boyfriend choosing his PC over me on Valentine’s Day.”
Jay exhaled through his nose, his free hand finding your waist to hold you steady. “Baby, you know it’s just one match—”
“Four. You said that three matches ago.”
He bit his lip, caught in the act. “Okay, maybe I got a little carried away…”
Your fingers tightened around his chain, pulling him closer, your faces now inches apart. His breath hitched, eyes flickering from your gaze to your lips. The tension in the air shifted. You weren’t just sulking anymore—you were challenging him.
Jay’s fingers hesitated on the keyboard, his teammates yelling in his headset barely registering in his mind. “Y/N…” his voice dropped, deeper, more strained.
You tilted your head, lips curling. “Yes, Jongseongie?”
That was it. His patience snapped.
In one swift movement, he abandoned his game, yanking his headset off and grabbing your waist with both hands. Your breath hitched as he pulled you flush against him, your noses barely brushing. And then, he kissed you.
It wasn’t a soft, gentle peck. It was deep, desperate, filled with the longing of hours spent ignoring what he truly wanted—you. His lips moved against yours with purpose, claiming, savouring, devouring. One of his hands slid up to your nape, fingers threading into your hair as he tilted your head to kiss you even more profoundly.
You melted into him, a soft sigh escaping your lips as your hands let go of his chain, slipping into his hair instead. The game, his teammates, Valentine’s Day resentment—none mattered anymore.
Jay finally pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he breathed heavily. “I’m so dumb.”
You giggled, still breathless. “Yeah, you are.”
He smirked, his thumb brushing against your swollen lips. “I can make it up to you.”
You arched a brow. “How?”
Jay leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Starting with turning off my PC… and then focusing on what matters.”
You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Took you long enough.”
Jay chuckled, standing up with you still in his arms, carrying you to the bed. “I’ll make up for every second.”
And he did.
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