DICK BICYCLE ▶︎ now playing : side to side by Ariana Grande ft. Nicki Minaj
PAIRING : idol yang jungwon x f. reader ; established bf/gf relationship
GENRE : smut 21+ ⤷ do not interact if you’re underage!ˎˊ˗ WARNING : includes ; sub/dom reader, dom won, a lot of dialogue, very detailed!, touching, kissing, stimulation, spitting, praising, encouragement, slight n*pple play, dirty talk, talking through it, size k*nk, unprotected p in v (don’t do it!), d*ck riding, cream pie (“The Bicycle” reversed), c*mming, c*mming inside, c*mming together, dripping c*m, after-care, reassurance, satisfied reader, satisfied won, ride me like a bike baby!
SYNOPSIS : after a late-night bike ride and Weverse live along the Han River, Jungwon makes an impulsive detour to your apartment after weeks apart. The long-awaited reunion quickly ignites into a deeply passionate, breathless night, fueled by a shared desire to make up for the lost time you’ve spent apart. the Weverse Live for reference → x
The midnight breeze coming off the Han River carried a sharp refreshing chill, rustling the leaves of the nearby trees. Jungwon sat on a bench just beneath the shadow of the Mapo Bridge underpass, his long legs stretched out in front of him. Dressed in an all-black athletic tech-jacket, matching cargo joggers, blending perfectly into the night.
He tapped his phone screen, adjusting his wireless earbuds. The notification flashed across thousands of screens globally: JUNGWON is LIVE. Within seconds, the comment section exploded into a blur of frantic scrolling.
"Hi, Engene," Jungwon said, his voice dropping into that quiet, intimate late-night register. He leaned his elbows on his knees, peering into the camera with a small, dimpled smile. "Did you eat? I'm just out clearing my head." The screen flashed with rapid-fire questions. Oppa, where are you? Is that the Han River? Isn't it dangerous this late?
"Yeah, it’s the Han River," he murmured, his gaze momentarily shifting away from the screen. His sharp eyes scanned the perimeter of the underpass, watching a distant couple walking their dog and a jogger pacing by. Even in the dark, the instinct of an idol never truly turned off. "Don't worry, I'm being careful. It's really quiet tonight. There's almost no one around."
Just as the words left his mouth, the distant echo of heavy footsteps and loud laughter bounced off the concrete walls of the underpass. A small group of late-night tech workers walked into view further up the path, heading in his direction.
A sudden, sharp spike of adrenaline hit Jungwon's chest. He couldn't risk being recognized out here alone, especially while actively broadcasting his exact location to thousands of people. Acting on pure instinct, Jungwon seamlessly shifted his posture. He leaned forward into the phone, tapping his wireless earbud as if adjusting a bad connection, and intentionally looked away from the group. He dropped his voice into a casual, conversational tone, completely pretending he was on a regular phone call rather than streaming live.
"Ah, yeah? Did you just finish work?" He said aloud into the empty air, his acting flawless as he casually propped his phone up against his bike helmet to keep the camera angled safely away from the path. He kept his eyes locked away from the approaching group, tracking their movements in his peripheral view as they walked past. "Have you eaten yet? I was thinking about grabbing something on the way back..." The group walked right past his bench, entirely oblivious. To them, he was just another ordinary guy in athletic clothes chatting with a friend late at night. Once their shadows faded into the distance and their voices died down, Jungwon let out a quiet, invisible breath of relief. He leaned forward, bringing his face back into the camera frame with a small, knowing smirk at how easily he’d handled the close call, swiftly resuming to read the live comments.
Where are Jake and Sunghoon? Are you alone? Jungwon chuckled softly, the sound scraping pleasantly against the microphone. "Jake-hyung and Sunghoon-hyung had different schedules today. They’re probably already asleep. I wanted to get some exercise, so I took my bike out."
He flipped the camera around to show the shimmering reflection of the city lights dancing on the water's surface, tilting the lens upward toward the sky. "Look. The moon is completely full tonight. It’s pretty, right?"
After a few more minutes of reading comments, discussing his dinner, and reassuring fans that he wasn't catching a cold, Jungwon checked the time. It had been about eight minutes—long enough to check in, but short enough to avoid drawing a crowd. "Alright, Engene, I should head out before it gets any later. Sleep well, and make sure to eat breakfast tomorrow. Bye-bye." He flashed a quick peace sign, dimples sinking deep into his cheeks, and ended the stream.
The silence of the riverbank rushed back in. Jungwon sighed, stood up, stretching his back, and walked up to his bike resting against the concrete pillar. He strapped his helmet on, but instead of pocketing his phone, his thumb hovered over a contact name that always brought an instant, genuine warmth to his chest.
📱Calling : 우리 자기 🐝
He hit dial, lifting the phone to his ear as he hopped onto the bike seat, balancing with one foot on the pavement. The line rang three times before a soft, fumbling rustle echoed through the speaker.
📞 You: "Hello?" Your voice came through, thick with sleep, a little raspy, and entirely disarmed.
📞 Jungwon: Jungwon’s posture immediately softened. The guarded, hyper-aware idol posture melted away, replaced by a soft, boyish grin. "Did I wake you up, jagi?"
📞 You: "Jungwonie..." You shifted against your pillows, the sound of your blanket moving clear over the line. A sleepy smile evident in your tone. "No, it's fine. I was just drifting off. I always wait up for your call anyway."
The sheer fondness that hit him was visual; he had to look down at his sneakers to catch his breath. It had been nearly three weeks since he’d last held you, swallowed up by a relentless wave of comebacks, dance practices, and media appearances. Hearing your voice like this—vulnerable and entirely yours—was the first time he felt like he could actually breathe all day.
📞 Jungwon: "I miss you," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, laced with a sudden, heavy gravity. "I just finished my schedule a bit ago and took my bike out to wind down."
📞 You: That woke you up a little more. "Wait, you're outside? Right now?" You sat up in bed, concern cutting through the sleepiness. "Jungwon, it’s past midnight. Where are you?"
📞 Jungwon: "Just by the Han River underpass," he said casually, though he couldn't help but chuckle at how quickly your maternal instincts kicked in whenever he was out alone. "I'm safe, I promise.
📞 You: "You need to get back to the dorms," you scolded gently, though the underlying worry in your voice was sweet. "You've been working non-stop all week. Go home, take a hot shower, and sleep."
Jungwon didn't answer right away. He looked down at the handlebars of his bike, then turned his head, looking toward the city skyline in the direction of your neighborhood. He bit his lower lip, a sudden, electric spark of impulsivity taking over.
📞 Jungwon: "Hey," he said softly, his tone shifting from casual to something much lower, much more deliberate.
📞 You: "Yeah?"
📞 Jungwon: "I'm looking at the route back to the dorms..." Jungwon hesitated, a low, teasing hum vibrating in his throat. "But honestly? I'm pretty far from Hannam-dong right now. And your apartment is only about a ten-minute ride from the bridge."
There was a sudden pause on your end of the line.
📞 You: "Jungwon..."
📞 Jungwon: "Can I come by?" He asked, his voice dropping to a velvety, persuasive whisper that left no room for argument. "Just for the night. I really don't want to ride all the way back."
A soft sigh escaped your lips, a mix of relief and a sudden, fluttering anticipation that completely chased away the last remnants of your sleep. You leaned back against your headboard, clutching the phone a little tighter to your ear.
📞 You: "You're impossible," you murmured, a helpless smile tugging at your lips. "Yes, of course you can come over. You know you don't even have to ask."
Jungwon let out a low, satisfied hum over the line, the sound vibrating directly into your ear.
📞 You: "But," you added, your tone turning firm but gentle, "Only if you promise you’ll be careful. No speeding on the trails, keep your head down, and you cannot be late for your schedule tomorrow morning. I mean it, Jungwon. If you get in trouble because of this—"
📞 Jungwon: "I won't, jagi, I promise," he interrupted softly, his voice laced with an intimate, reassuring warmth that instantly quieted your worrying. "Manager-hyung knows I went out for a ride to clear my head, and my morning call isn't until ten. I have plenty of time. I just... I really need to see you tonight. Everything else can wait."
The raw honesty in his voice made your heart do a familiar flip. It was rare for the fiercely responsible ENHYPEN leader to be this selfish, but when it came to you, the strict boundaries he lived by always seemed to blur.
📞 You: "Okay," you whispered, your voice softening completely. "Just hurry, please. It’s dark out."
📞 Jungwon: "I have some clothes in your closet anyway, remember? And my toothbrush," he teased, his dimples practically audible through the phone. He had slowly been leaving a trail of his things at your place over the last few months—a deliberate, quiet way of claiming his spot in your life. "I'll change as soon as I get there."
You could hear the sharp click of his helmet strap securing under his chin through the microphone, followed by the rustle of his tech-jacket as he adjusted his phone into his pocket, keeping you on his wireless earbuds.
📞 Jungwon: "I'm pedaling out now," Jungwon said, his breathing shifting as he pushed off the pavement. The background noise of the Han River wind picked up slightly. "I’ll use the keypad, okay? Be there in ten minutes."
📞 You: "I'll be waiting. Ride safe."
📞 Jungwon: "Always. See you in a few."
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The moment the line went dead, the lingering fog of sleep vanished entirely, replaced by a sudden, electric rush of adrenaline. You tossed your covers aside and swung your legs out of bed, your heart hammering against your ribs in the quiet of your apartment. Ten minutes. You had exactly ten minutes. You sprinted straight to your dresser, bypassing your usual oversized t-shirts for something meant just for his eyes. You pulled out a matching midnight-blue satin sleep set—a delicate, low-back camisole with thin spaghetti straps and matching fluid shorts that trimmed your thighs. It was soft, effortless, and just the right amount of sexy.
Dashing into the bathroom, you grabbed your shower caddy and twisted the faucet, letting the water instantly steam up the room. You stripped down and stepped into the water, washing away the day with a quick but meticulous shower. You used your favorite vanilla and amber-infused body wash, ensuring the rich, warm scent clung to your skin. After a lightning-fast rinse, you hopped out, wrapped a towel around yourself, and quickly brushed your teeth, wanting your breath to be minty fresh. Standing in front of the mirror, you blew through your beauty routine with practiced speed. You brushed out your hair, letting it fall in soft, natural waves over your shoulders, and applied a lightweight, hydrating body lotion that gave your skin a subtle, healthy glow. A swipe of tinted lip balm added just a touch of color to your lips.
Stepping out of the bathroom, you slipped into the satin set. The cool fabric felt delicious against your warmed skin. With only three minutes left on the clock, you hurried to presentable-ify your space. You smoothed out the wrinkled sheets of your bed, plumping up the pillows and pulling the duvet taut—making it look inviting but neat. On the nightstand, you struck a match and lit a cedarwood and tobacco-scented candle. The flame flickered to life, casting a warm, amber glow across the bedroom, throwing intimate shadows against the walls as the rich, cozy fragrance began to drift through the air.
Finally, you walked over to the hallway linen closet. You pulled out a plush, charcoal-grey bath towel, shaking it open before folding it neatly over your arm. Knowing Jungwon, after a late-night schedule and a sweaty bike ride, a hot shower would be the first thing he’d crave.
Just as you patted the towel into place on the bathroom counter, the faint, familiar electronic beep of your front door’s keypad echoed from the entryway. The electronic lock clicked open, and the heavy door nudged forward. Jungwon slipped inside with practiced quietness, lifting his road bike across the threshold to keep the tires from squeaking against the hardwood floor. He leaned the sleeked black bike securely against the wall by the shoe rack, unbuckling his helmet and setting it over the handlebars.
"Jagi?" He called out, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that instantly cut through the quiet apartment.
"In the bathroom!" You called back, your voice echoing slightly against the tile.
Jungwon let out a long, exhausted breath, the heavy weight of his idol persona finally slipping off his shoulders the moment the door locked behind him. He kicked off his sneakers, stepping into the familiar house slippers you kept just for him. He walked into the living room, collapsing onto the couch with a soft groan, running a hand through his dark hair. Before he could even fully melt into the cushions, the bathroom door clicked open, making him instantly jump back up to greet you properly.
You walked out, and the moment Jungwon's eyes landed on you, his exhaustion seemed to have evaporated. His gaze darkened slightly, tracking the slope of your shoulders and the fluid movement of your silk pjs against your skin. A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, his dimples cutting deep.
"Look at you," he whispered, his eyes locked on yours.
You didn't answer with words. A sudden wave of emotion hit you—just seeing him standing in your space after weeks of separation made your chest ache in the best way. You ran across the living room, throwing your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his shoulder. You pressed frantic, sweet kisses all over his jaw and cheek.
"Whoa, wait, wait—" Jungwon laughed, his voice a deep rumble against your chest. He instinctively brought his hands up to grip your waist, but stopped himself, holding his palms out in mid-air. "Babe, I'm sweaty. I just rode all the way from the river, don't get your nice clothes dirty."
You pulled back just an inch, your hands resting on his chest, feeling the rapid, heavy thud of his heartbeat. "I don't care," you teased, leaning in to press another kiss to his cheek. "But... I did already set up the bathroom for you. Your towel is on the counter, and your clothes are in the closet."
Jungwon’s eyes softened, a look of pure, unadulterated adoration taking over his features. He looked at you, clean, smelling like warm vanilla, and completely ready to take care of him after a long day.
"You're amazing, you know that?" He murmured.
Unable to resist any longer, Jungwon leaned forward. Keeping his sweaty jacket carefully angled away from your pretty satin set, he poked his lips out playfully before deepening the gesture, pressing a firm, lingering kiss right against your lips. It was warm, breathless, and tasted faintly of the cool night air. He pulled back with a soft smirk, his thumbs lightly brushing the sides of your hips before he fully stood back. "Let me go wash up real quick. Don't go back to sleep without me."
"I won't," you promised, watching him as he grabbed his change of clothes from the bedroom and disappeared into the steaming bathroom, closing the door behind him.
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The 20 minutes Jungwon spent in the bathroom felt like an eternity. You sat on the edge of the bed, mindlessly scrolling through the Netflix homepage, the colorful images blurring together as your chest tightened with a nervous, electric anticipation. No matter how long you two had been together, the sheer reality of him being here, in your apartment, away from the cameras and the crowds, always brought back those fierce, heavy butterflies.
And the moment the distant rumble of the shower pipes went silent, you sprang into action.
You dashed over to the vanity mirror, quickly fluffing up your hair so it fell perfectly over your shoulders. You grabbed a tube of high-shine lip gloss, swiping it over your lips to give them a plush, inviting pout, and topped it off with one last delicate spritz of your vanilla perfume on your collarbones. Hearing his bare footsteps approach the door, you scrambled back onto the bed, pulling the cover over your legs just as the handle turned, trying to look perfectly casual. The door swung open, and a wave of warm, clean steam billowed into the bedroom, carrying the scent of his soap.
Jungwon walked in, and it was as if the entire room shifted into slow motion. His damp hair was messy, his towel slung carelessly over his broad shoulders as he aggressively rubbed at the wet strands. He was wearing his favorite off-duty uniform: a charcoal-black, form-fitting crewneck shirt that stretched tight across his chest and shoulders, paired with loose grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
You meant to look at his face. You really did. But your eyes instantly betrayed you. As he walked toward the bed, the soft fabric of the grey sweats clung just right, completely revealing that he had opted to skip out on underwear tonight. The unmistakable, heavy print was impossible to ignore. Your breath hitched in your throat, a sudden flash of heat rushing straight to your cheeks. That specific outfit combination—the tight top highlighting his strong frame paired with the effortlessly revealing grey sweats—always did something wicked to your sanity, and he knew it. Jungwon caught the exact trajectory of your gaze. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his lips, his dimples cutting deep into his cheeks as he lowered the towel from his head. He didn't say a word, but the sudden, intense darkness in his eyes told you he knew exactly what you were looking at.
That memory hit you like a physical wave, sending a sudden, intoxicating rush of heat straight to your core. It was pure déjà vu. Your mind flashed vividly back to the Walk The Line tour stop in Chicago—specifically, the late-night aftermath backstage. He had worn almost this exact outfit after the concert, exhausted but running on pure adrenaline, and the things he had done to you while wearing those grey sweats had burned themselves into your memory permanently.
Jungwon tracked the heat rising in your cheeks, his smirk widening as he tossed his damp towel onto your vanity chair. He didn't call you out on it verbally; instead, he let the silence stretch, thick and heavy with unspoken tension.
He crawled into bed, his movements fluid and unhurried. The moment he slid onto the sheets beside you, he let out the biggest, most genuine sigh of relief, as if the weight of the entire world had finally been lifted off his shoulders. "Ah, finally," he murmured, his voice incredibly deep and raspy from the steam of the shower. Without waiting a second, he reached out and dragged you into his space, his strong arms wrapping securely around your waist to pull your back flush against his chest. He buried his face straight into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. A low, appreciative hum vibrated through his chest and directly onto your skin.
"You smell so good, jagi," he whispered, his warm breath sending a shiver straight down your spine. "Vanilla? You got ready for me."
"Maybe," you teased softly, leaning back into his solid frame, your skin tingling where the cool satin of your camisole met the soft cotton of his fitted black shirt. "You took forever in there. I missed you."
"I had to wash off the whole day," he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below your ear as he spoke. He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you so close that you could feel the thick warmth of him pressing firmly against your thigh. "But I'm finally here now. I'm not going anywhere."
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You shifted slightly in his embrace, turning your head to look at him as he rested his chin on your shoulder. The warm, amber glow of the candle flickered against his sharp jawline, making him look incredibly relaxed.
"So, tell me about your day," you murmured, tracing a playful circle on his forearm. "What did you eat? And how is the choreography for the new comeback coming along? How was your bike ride?
Jungwon let out a soft huff, his lips brushing your skin. "Ah, the comeback prep is intense. We spent five hours practicing the main track today. It’s fast, really heavy on the footwork. I only had time for some chicken breast, rice, and kimchi between filming content," he explained briefly, his voice dropping into a sleepy, rhythmic cadence. "And the bike ride... I just needed to feel the wind, you know? To escape for a second." He shifted, his chest pressing closer against your back. "But enough about me. I've been thinking about you all day. How was your day, jagi? What did you do?"
"My day was okay," you started, turning your head a bit more to meet his gaze. "I went to that new café down the street this morning to get some work done, and then I—"
You choked on the rest of your sentence as Jungwon suddenly leaned in, burying his face back deeply into the crook of your neck. His lips pressed a warm, deliberate kiss right against your skin. "Jungwon..." you breathed, trying to stay on track, but your hands instinctively gripped his forearm. "And then I had to run some errands..."
He didn't reply with words. His lips traveled slowly up the column of your neck, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin just beneath your jaw, making a quiet gasp escape your lips. At the same time, his hand—warm and heavy—slid down from your waist, his fingers tracing the smooth edge of your satin shorts. His large palm slipped underneath the fluid fabric, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your thigh with a possessive, electric touch. "You're not listening to me," you whispered weakly, your head tilting back against his chest to give him better access.
"I am listening," Jungwon murmured against your skin, his voice incredibly deep and thick with a sudden, dark intensity. His hand glided higher up your thigh, his thumb rubbing slow, agonizing circles into your skin. "But you smell too good. And I've waited weeks for this."
You forced yourself to turn around completely in his embrace, your knees brushing against his thighs as you looked him dead in the eyes. The boyish, tired idol from the Weverse live was entirely gone. In his place was a man looking at you with a heavy, darkened gaze—an intense, almost devilish expression that made your breath catch. His eyes traced the line of your glossed lips, then dropped to the low neckline of your satin camisole, raw desire unravelling in his expression. He looked like he wanted to devour you right then and there.
"Jungwon," you whispered, the name a breathless plea.
"I tried to be patient," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. "I really tried, jagi."
He didn't give you a chance to respond. Jungwon leaned in, his large hand cupping the back of your neck to tilt your head just the way he liked. His lips met yours in a slow, deeply possessive kiss. It wasn't the sweet, hesitant greeting from before; this was heavy, demanding, and thick with the built-up frustration of three weeks apart.
You let out a soft whimper against his mouth, your hands instantly tangling into his damp hair, pulling him closer. As the kiss deepened, his other hand glided smoothly up your leg, the cool satin of your shorts rustling against his warm palm. Without breaking the kiss, his fingers slipped underneath the waistband, his hand sliding fully into your shorts. Jungwon nudged his knee between yours, and you willingly gave in, parting your legs to let him settle firmly into the space between them.
You gasped into his mouth as his warm fingers found your cl*t, his palm pressing flat against you as he began to rub in slow, deliberate circles. The sudden, intense friction sent a jolt of pure heat straight through your c*nt. He pulled back just a fraction of an inch, his lips brushing against yours as his pace grew a little more urgent, his eyes locking onto yours with a fiercely dominant spark.
"You have no idea," he panted, a low growl vibrating in his chest as his hand continued to move against you, "what you do to me in this outfit."
Your hand slid down his chest, tracking the tight fabric of his shirt until your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. The moment your bare palm connected with the burning, heavy length of his c*ck, a low, guttural growl caught in Jungwon’s throat. Determined to get closer, you shifted your weight, breaking his rhythm for just a split second as you moved positions. You climbed fully into his lap, shifting until you were straddling his thighs, the fluid satin of your shorts sliding against the rough cotton of his sweats.
You finally broke the kiss, pulling back just an inch, your breaths mingling in the warm, candlelit air. "You're not wearing any underwear?" You whispered, your thumb sketching a slow, deliberate line along his length. Jungwon’s head tilted back against the pillows, a breathless, arrogant smirk breaking across his lips. "Oh," he rasped, his hooded eyes dropping to watch your hand move against him. "So you noticed."
"How could I not?" You leaned down, your chest pressing against his as you looked into his dark eyes. "Does this outfit remind you of anything? Do you remember that night we had in Chicago last year?" A deep, vivid flash of recognition lit up his face. His hands immediately flew to your hips, his fingers digging possessively into your skin as the memory took hold. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice dropping into a rough, velvety register. "I remember every single second of it. That was one of the best nights of my life."
He pulled you down slightly, his lips brushing against your jaw as his grip on your hips tightened. "I've missed you so much, jagi. The phone calls... they're not enough anymore. Hearing your voice through a speaker just makes me crazy. I need your touch. I need this."
Jungwon looked up at you, his gaze blazing with unvarnished hunger as he slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip. The friction of your core resting directly over his rigid length through the thin fabric was driving him over the edge. He squeezed your hips, a desperate, dominant edge cutting into his voice. "I want you so bad right now. I can't wait."
Those words instantly flipped a switch inside you, triggering a sudden, intoxicating rush of dominance that left no room for hesitation. You shifted your weight on his lap, leaning over him just enough to hook your fingers into the waistband of your satin shorts. In one fluid, deliberate motion, you slid them down your thighs, exposing yourself completely before tossing them over the edge of the bed. They landed somewhere in the dark, forgotten.
Jungwon’s breath hitched, his eyes tracking every line of your body as you settled back onto his thighs. Without giving him a chance to recover, you reached down, your fingers gripping the waistband of his grey sweatpants. You pulled them down just past his hips, freeing him. His c*ck, already fully erect and slick with anticipation, sprang free from the fabric, casting a shadow against his stomach in the amber candlelight. You wrapped your fingers around the warm, thick length of him, giving it a soft, teasing squeeze.
A sharp jolt ran through Jungwon's entire frame, his chest heaving as a low gasp escaped his lips.
"Well, I’ve missed you too," you whispered, leaning down so your lips almost brushed his ear. Your grip tightened slightly, moving up and down in one slow, agonizing stroke. "And she missed you even more."
Jungwon’s head thudded back against the headboard, his eyes blown wide, dark and entirely consumed by admiration as he looked up at you.
Wanting to drive him completely insane, you put your hands at the edge of your satin camisole, pulling it up just enough to expose the smooth, slim curve of your stomach. You gathered spit in your mouth, your eyes locked onto his the entire time. Then, leaning forward slightly, you let it spill and drip down onto your bare skin. Both of you watched in absolute, breathless silence as the clear, glistening wetness rolled slowly, all the way down your stomach, tracing a shiny path over your abdomen and pubic bone before it finally hit your core, slicking your entrance.
Jungwon watched in pure awe, a heavy, disbelieving chuckle vibrating deep in his throat. The raw, uninhibited sexiness of what you were doing for him—completely erasing any remaining boundaries between you—hit him like a physical wave. He realized right then that you had missed him just as fiercely, just as desperately as he had missed you.
He loved it when you took control. He loved when the sweet, careful girlfriend vanished and you became entirely crazed for him, hungry for his c*ck. "God, you're so bad," Jungwon rasped, his voice dropping to a rough, gravelly growl. He reached up, his soft warm hands wrapping around your waist, his thumbs digging into your hips as he pulled you down flush against him. "Come here.”
You shifted your weight slightly, adjusting your hips as you leaned down to press another kiss to his lips. This time, it was sweet and torturously slow, a deliberate contrast to the heat building between you, making Jungwon let out a low, desperate whine against your mouth.
"Take it," he rasped, his voice thick and rough as he finally broke the kiss to breathe. "Please, jagi."
Your hands rested flat against his chest, feeling the frantic, heavy thud of his heart as you hovered directly over him. The heat radiating from his skin was intoxicating. You slowly guided your core right over the crown of his rigid length. Sensing your hesitation, Jungwon reached down with his hand, his fingers wrapping around the base of his own d*ck to help steady it, aligning him perfectly with your slick entrance.
You slowly began to lower your hips, letting him slide inside you inch by inch. The sensation of him stretching you open after weeks of waiting was so intense that your eyes instantly closed, a loud, breathless gasp echoing in the quiet room. Jungwon’s grip on your waist tightened instantly, his knuckles turning white against your skin as he felt how tight and warm you were around him. He watched your face, his own features contorting into a mask of pure pleasure and pain as you took all of him.
"Ah, God..." Jungwon groaned, his head tilting back against the headboard, his chest heaving as you finally sank all the way down, burying him completely inside you. He let out a long, shaky breath, his eyes opening to look up at you with a gaze full of heavy, unvarnished devotion. "You feel so good. You fit me so perfect."
You arched your back, a loud, broken moan catching in your throat as you began to grind your hips down against his, setting a slow, torturous rhythm. Even though his body was slightly sore and drained from a grueling five-hour dance practice and his bike ride, Jungwon’s natural athleticism and incredible stamina took over the moment he was inside you. He was fiercely agile, his core tight and controlled. Sensing your rhythm, he gripped your hips with intensity, taking control of the pace by powerfully pushing his hips upward to meet every single down-stroke.
"Ah, jagi... look at you," Jungwon rasped, his voice dropping to a gravelly, breathless whisper.
Your strength wavered under the sheer force of his upward thrusts, your body melting forward until your chest was resting flat against his. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, taking him in completely as your tight core desperately tried to adjust to his relentless strength and building pace. Every time he drove deep inside you, a loud, uninhibited moan echoed directly into his ear, the sound bouncing off the quiet walls of your bedroom. Hearing you lose control only fueled him. He tilted his head, his lips brushing against your burning earlobe as he kept a steady, driving rhythm beneath you.
"Yeah, let it out," he encouraged, his tone a dark, velvety murmur laced with a heavy groan as your tightness squeezed him. "Aishh, your p*ssy….Sh*t! l—I need to hear you, babe. Tell me how much you’ve missed this."
"F*ck, yes... I’ve missed this so much," you gasped out, the dirty talk slipping from your lips completely unbidden, fueled by the intoxicating friction of him deep inside you. "I've been thinking about your c*ck for weeks, Jungwon. Nothing else feels like this."
A dark, triumphant growl vibrated right through his chest. Jungwon’s eyes blew wide, a fierce spark of dominance flaring in his gaze as your words hit him. "Yeah? Tell me more, jagi. Tell me exactly what it does to you."
"It ruins me," you whimpered, your head tilting back as you forced your upper body up, breaking the contact of your chests. The shift in angle allowed him to drive even deeper from below. Jungwon didn't miss a beat; his agile hips snapped upward, his stamina proving limitless as he hit your sweetest spot with a ruthless, steady rhythm. "You're so good for me," he praised, his voice a rough, breathless pant that sent confidence rushing straight to your core. "Look at you riding me so perfectly. Such a good girl." The praise was like a drug, giving you a sudden surge of control. You reached down, grabbing his warm hands by the wrists and guiding them up your body, placing his palms directly over your breasts.
Jungwon caught on instantly. His fingers spread wide, softly squeezing the full curves through the thin, slick satin of your camisole. He thumbed your hardened nipples through the fabric, his touch tender but possessive. "So beautiful," he murmured, his hooded eyes locked onto your chest as he manipulated your skin. "Everything about you is perfect."
With his hands anchoring you, you took full charge of the momentum. You lifted your hips and began to ride him with an urgent, demanding pace. The wet friction between your core and his heavy length echoed in the quiet room, underscored by the flickering shadow of the cedarwood candle.
"Ah! Jungwon, right there. Right there!” You cried out, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you picked up the speed, your body completely synchronized with his. "Mhmm keep taking it, babe. It's all yours," he rasped, his own breath hitching as he threw his head back against the pillows, matching your frantic rhythm with powerful, unyielding thrusts from below.
You leaned over him, your palms flat against his broad, muscular shoulders for leverage. The contrast between your smooth, vanilla-scented skin and his black cotton shirt was stark in the dim amber light. With total control over the momentum, you deliberately changed up the rhythm. You went from long, slow, agonizingly deep grinds that made him catch his breath, to sudden, frantic, shallow thrusts that caught him completely off guard. Jungwon was entirely at your mercy. His head rolled back against the pillows, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles leaped, and his long eyelashes fluttered as a broken, guttural moan tore through his throat. The usually composed, sharp leader of ENHYPEN looked beautifully wrecked beneath you, his chest heaving as he fought to keep his composure against your shifting pace.
Driven by the overwhelming heat, you lowered your gaze down to where your bodies were tightly locked together. In the flickering glow of the candle, you could clearly see the glistening reflection of your own slicked wetness and the friction of your bodies creating a creamy, white froth that combined between your thighs. Every single down-stroke was loud and wet, a sticky, intoxicating sound that echoed through the bedroom and pushed you completely over the edge.
Jungwon..." you gasped out, your voice breaking as a violent tremor rippled through your core. Your fingers dug deep into his shoulders, your hips stuttering. "I'm going to c*m. I'm close—"
"No, no—not yet, jagi," Jungwon interrupted, his voice dropping into a commanding, gravelly rasp.
His eyes snapped open, completely dark and blazing with a sudden, possessive intensity. Before you could lose control, his heavy hands flew up to grip your hips with bruising force, locking your thighs in place and forcing you to halt your rhythm. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he looked up at you, completely breathless. "Hold on for me. Don't c*m without me."
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"Give me your hands," Jungwon rasped, his voice cutting through your breathless haze with absolute authority. He lifted his arms, holding his hands up in the air with his palms facing completely upward toward you. "Put your hands right here, jagi. Interlock your fingers with mine."
You obeyed instantly, sliding your fingers between his. His grip closed around yours tightly, warm and unyielding. The position felt intensely deliberate—it was exactly like placing your hands firmly on a bicycle's handlebars, giving you total stability while leaving him in complete control of your balance.
While holding your hands high, Jungwon shifted beneath you. He drew his knees up, sliding his bare feet flat onto the sheets directly under your thighs. The sudden movement braced his weight and instantly lifted your hips higher, tilting your pelvis at a devastatingly sharp angle that buried his heavy length even deeper inside you. A loud, broken gasp left your lips at the sudden, deeper friction, your core squeezing him impossibly tight.
"Yeah, like that," Jungwon groaned, his jaw clenching as he felt you clamp around him. He looked up at you through his dark, messy hair, a fiercely dominant smirk cutting through his breathless expression. "Use my hands as your support. Lean into me and bounce on it faster. Just like you're riding a bike, jagi."
With your hands locked together and his feet firmly planted, Jungwon's incredible core strength and athletic stamina were on full display. He was so incredibly strong that you were basically suspended on top of him, his powerful arms and braced legs easily absorbing your weight and helping you balance as you began to move. You took his cue, leaning your upper body forward against the resistance of his locked hands and began to drive your hips down in a frantic, relentless rhythm. Without your hands to hold onto his shoulders, the momentum was pure, unadulterated friction. Jungwon matched you stroke for stroke, his hips thrusting upward from the sheets with powerful, agile snaps that met you halfway every single time.
The wet, clapping sounds of your bodies colliding filled the candlelit room, entirely intoxicating. "Ah! Jungwon—f*ck…yes," you cried out, your head tossing back as you bounced harder, the “bicycle” like grip keeping you perfectly upright as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. "I've got you," he panted, his chest heaving, his fingers squeezing yours so tightly it was borderline bruising. "Don't stop, jagi. Ride me. Give me everything!"
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The sheer, overwhelming depth of the new position was entirely too much. The moment you began bouncing against his braced legs, your walls clamped around him so violently that your vision went hazy at the edges.
"Jungwon, wait—I can't," you screamed, your voice breaking into a high, desperate whine as you tried to slow down. "You’re so deep. Holy sh*t…I’m gonna break!"
"No, don't stop. Stay right there with me," Jungwon ordered, his voice a raw, gravelly growl that left no room for argument. He squeezed your interlocked fingers, his biceps flexing as he held your hands steady like iron bars, keeping you perfectly balanced above him. "Look at me, jagi. Look at how much of me you’re actually taking."
You forced your eyes open, meeting his dark, blown-out gaze. His face was flushed, a bead of sweat tracing down his sharp jawline as he pushed his hips upward with a brutal, unyielding strength. "You're so big," you gasped out, completely undone by the dirty talk, your hips automatically picking up the frantic pace again. "You're stretching me so much! F*ck, your c*ck is amazing, Jungwonie!"
"F******ck," he groaned, the curse tearing from his throat as his eyes fluttered shut for a split second. Your tight core was pulsing frantically around him, driving him completely insane. He snapped his hips up harder, his toes digging into the mattress. "You feel so f*cking good around me. I’m right there, baby. Give me a few more. Just a few more please."
"Uhhh, c*m inside me," you begged, leaning forward against his locked hands, your voice thick with a desperate, building climax. "Please, Jungwon."
"I'm gonna fill you up," he rasped, his eyes snapping open, blazing with a fiercely possessive hunger. He unlocked your hands, his large palms instantly flying up to cup the back of your thighs, lifting you slightly just to slam himself into you with a final, desperate burst of stamina. "Okay, now jagi! Aishh, let’s c*m together!"
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Your voice broke into a sharp, echoing scream, the sound tearing from your throat as your core completely collapsed into a violent, rhythmic spasm. It was as if his deep, commanding voice was the exact key needed to unlock your climax. His words and his breathless encouragement made your p*ssy the absolute wettest it had ever been, the sudden flood of slick heat completely dissolving whatever restraint he had left.
The sheer force of your shared orgasm was so intense that your excess wetness escaped, dripping down where your bodies were tightly locked, dripping all over his waist. Overwhelmed by the sensation, you immediately collapsed forward, clinging onto him for dear life, your entire body shuddering and twitching violently through the waves of the release. Deep inside you, Jungwon let out a loud, guttural roar that vibrated straight through your chest. His eyes rolled back, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles twitched as his body went completely weak beneath you.
You could feel his thick c*ck throb and expand aggressively inside your pulsing walls. He wrapped his powerful arms around your back, pulling you in hard—almost brutally—against his chest. He squeezed you to him with a desperate, white-knuckled grip, milking out every single drop of his hot c*m deep inside you, treating your tight body like a stress ball as he emptied himself completely.
"Ah, jagi...," he gasped, his voice breaking into a ragged, breathless whisper as the final pulses left him. The intoxicating combination of the overwhelming friction, the deep, flooding warmth inside you, and the sheer exhaustion of the moment made your muscles instantly give out. Completely spent and trembling, you both collapsed back into the tangled sheets together, chest to chest, the heavy sound of your synchronized, frantic breathing filling the quiet, still, candlelit room.
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The sound of your breathing was the only thing filling the room for a long time. The scent of vanilla, sweat, and the cedarwood candle still hung thick in the air. Jungwon was the first to break the silence. His chest rose and fell beneath you, his heart still hammering a rapid rhythm against your ribs. He let out a low, disbelieving laugh that vibrated directly into you.
"That was f*cking crazy," he breathed out, his voice completely wrecked, deeper and raspier than you’d ever heard it. He slid his hands up from your waist, his palms hot against your bare, sweat-slicked skin as he began to rub your back in long, soothing strokes. The friction of his calloused hands felt grounding, trying to ease the aftershock still trembling through your muscles.
You couldn’t even find the energy to open your eyes. Your eyelids felt like lead, heavy and completely sealed shut from the sheer exhaustion of the climax. All you could manage was a soft, muffled hum against his collarbone, a weak nod of agreement. You were completely d*ck wasted—your body felt utterly limp, and heavy, melting into his solid frame like water. Every muscle in your legs and core had completely given out, leaving you entirely powerless to move off him.
"Hey," Jungwon murmured, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of your head. He chuckled softly at how unresponsive you were, a flash of pure, smug satisfaction crossing his face. "You're completely gone, aren't you?" You groaned softly into his neck, your fingers weakly curling into the fabric of his tee. "I can't move..." you whispered, your voice a tiny, breathless thread.
"I can tell," he teased, though his tone was incredibly soft, dripping with an absolute, heavy adoration. He wrapped his strong arms securely around your torso, bracing his weight as he slowly began to shift. "Come here, let's get you up so we can actually lay down. Help me out a little bit, jagi."
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With a gentle but firm lift of his upper body, Jungwon tried to sit you up straight on his lap. Your head rolled back slightly, your eyes half-lidded as you finally looked at him. His dark bangs were plastered to his forehead, his lips swollen and red, and his dimples poked out in a sleepy, victorious grin. "There she is," he whispered, his thumb catching a stray tear of pleasure from your cheek and wiping it away tenderly.
Jungwon’s chest rumbled with a quiet amusement as he stabilized your limp weight against him. He looked down at your half-closed eyes, then at the tangled sheets, a teasing glint returning to his eyes. "Well," he murmured, his voice dripping with playful, post-coital satisfaction. "Looks like we both got a pretty intense workout in today."
He let out a low chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly beneath you. The joke hit your brain slowly. You wanted to roll your eyes, wanted to huff out a proper laugh at his terrible timing, but your body flatly refused to cooperate. Instead, a tiny, breathless sound escaped your throat—a weak, half-hearted giggle that died out almost immediately as you buried your face back into his neck. "Not funny," you mumbled against his warm skin, though the small smile curving your lips betrayed you. "I'm dying."
"I think my stamina might have beaten yours tonight," he teased softly, his fingers gently combing through your messy hair to pull it away from your face. Despite the joke, his touch was incredibly tender. He shifted his hips slightly, carefully helping you slide off his lap so you could both finally collapse side-by-side onto the pillows. The moment your head hit the mattress, you let out a long, pathetic sigh of relief. Jungwon immediately rolled onto his side, pulling the heavy duvet up over both of your sweat-slicked bodies. He hauled you against his chest, his legs tangling with yours.
"Sleep, jagi," he whispered into your hair, his voice dropping into a deep, comforting register as his own exhaustion finally started to catch up with him. "I've got you."
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The soft, warm glow of the morning sun filtered through the cracks of your blinds, casting lazy golden lines across the tangled sheets. You shifted against the pillows, your body instantly remembering the heavy, delicious soreness from the night before. You reached out instinctively, your hand sliding across the mattress to find Jungwon—but the space beside you was empty, the sheets cool to the touch.
From down the hall, the muffled rumble of the shower pipes fading out told you exactly where he was. A few minutes later, the faint sound of a spoon clinking against a ceramic mug echoed from the kitchen. You smiled into your pillow. It was a routine you knew by heart. Jungwon was a notoriously terrible cook—he’d be the first to admit that his culinary skills didn't stretch much past boiling water or ordering delivery—but whenever he stayed over, he always insisted on trying to make you something before it was time for him to go.
A few minutes later, the bedroom door crept open with an agonizing slowness. Jungwon slipped into the room, moving with practiced quietness to avoid waking you. He was fresh from the shower, smelling of his familiar body wash and mint toothpaste. His damp hair was neatly brushed, and he had changed into a fresh set of clothing, completely put-together and ready to transform back into ENHYPEN’s leader the second he stepped outside. In his hands, he carefully balanced a small tray holding a plate of golden-brown toast and a steaming cup of coffee. As the door floor gave a tiny creak, you shuffled beneath the covers, rubbing your eyes as you slowly blinked up at him.
Jungwon froze, a look of boyish guilt crossing his face before it immediately melted into a soft, dimpled smile. "Aish, I tried to be quiet," he murmured, his voice still carrying that raspy, deep morning register. He walked over to the edge of the bed, carefully setting the tray down on the nightstand. "Did I wake you up, jagi?"
"No," you croaked, your voice thick with sleep as you pushed yourself up against the headboard, pulling the cover up to your chest. You looked at the perfectly toasted bread and the coffee. "What's all this?"
"Breakfast," he announced proudly, sitting down on the edge of the mattress beside your hips. He leaned forward, pressing a sweet, minty-fresh kiss to your cheek. "Well, as much of a breakfast as I can manage. I didn't want to risk burning your kitchen down trying to make eggs, so... toast and coffee it is." A soft laugh escaped your lips, your heart swelling at the sheer effort. He had a brutal schedule ahead of him today, yet here he was, using his limited free time to take care of you.
"It's perfect, Wonie," you smiled, reaching out to wrap your hands around the warm coffee mug. "Thank you."
"Drink it while it's hot," he murmured, his eyes locking onto yours with that familiar, intense warmth. He reached out, his thumb gently smoothing down a stray piece of your morning hair. "I have to leave for the dorms in about 15 minutes, but I wanted to make sure you were awake to eat first."
"You're so sweet," you murmured, leaning forward to press a quick, grateful kiss to his lips before taking a slow sip of the coffee. The warm liquid instantly started to wake you up, but it also made you realize your bladder was completely full. "Hold that thought, I have to use the bathroom." You tossed the cover aside and swung your legs over the edge of the mattress. The moment your feet hit the floor and you stood up, a sharp, heavy ache radiated directly through your hips and core—a fierce reminder of exactly how hard he had driven you into the mattress the night before.
Jungwon was sitting on the edge of the bed, mindlessly scrolling through his schedule on his phone, but his sharp eyes quickly snapped up to follow you as you began to walk past him. You let out a soft huff, followed by a small, involuntary whine, your hands instinctively reaching down to steady your lower back. Your legs felt like jelly, and you were visibly limping, your gait stiff and awkward.
Jungwon’s eyebrows instantly knit together in concern, his phone lowering. "Jagi, you okay? You’re walking kinda funny."
You stopped right outside the bathroom door, turning around to look at him. A dry, highly sarcastic laugh escaped your lips. "Yeah, Jungwon. I wonder why. I wonder what could have possibly happened last night to make my hips hurt this much."
A sudden, sheepish look crossed his face. The confident, dominant guy from last night completely vanished, replaced by a flushed, apologetic boyfriend who realized he might have gotten a little too carried away with his own desire. He bit his lip, a tiny, guilty dimple showing. "Okay, okay... I’m sorry. Not funny." Even though he apologized, he couldn't just sit there. Jungwon immediately stood up from the bed, his athletic frame moving effortlessly as he walked over to you, meeting you right at the bathroom threshold. He placed his warm hands on your shoulders, peering into your face with genuine, sweet concern to make sure you were actually okay and not seriously hurt.
"I really am sorry," he murmured softly, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. "I just missed you too much. Do you need me to get you some pain medicine before I go?"
"No baby, I'm fine," you smiled, the sarcasm melting away at how genuinely caring he was being. "Just a hot shower will help. Go get ready, you're gonna be late."
"Okay. Call me if it doesn't get better," he warned gently, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before stepping back to give you privacy.
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You slowly limped out of the bathroom, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as you made your way into the entryway. Your bottom lip naturally pushed out into a heavy pout. You absolutely hated this part. The crushing weight of reality always set in the moment he put his sneakers back on. It was a constant, quiet ache—the reminder that you had to share him with millions of people, that your time together was measured in fleeting midnight hours while the rest of his life belonged to the world. Jungwon caught the look on your face instantly. Reading your emotions like an open book, he set his helmet back down on the shoe rack without a word. He opened his arms wide, a soft, understanding look softening his features.
"Awe, come here," he murmured.
You didn't hesitate, stepping straight into his chest. Jungwon wrapped his strong arms securely around your waist, pulling you flush against him, burying his face in your hair. He began to sway you gently back and forth right there by the front door, a comforting, rhythmic motion that felt like his way of trying to anchor you to him before he had to leave you.
After a long moment, he shifted, pulling back just enough to look down at you. His face was only inches away from yours. As you looked up, meeting his large, cat-like eyes, the sheer depth of affection in his gaze made your throat tighten. It was the kind of look that made you feel so completely seen, so utterly loved, that it almost made you want to cry. "Hey," he said softly, his minty-fresh breath fanning warmly across your face. "I love you. You know that, right?"
"I know," you whispered, your fingers clutching the fabric of his jacket. "I love you too."
"I had an amazing time last night," Jungwon continued, his voice dropping into a serious, deeply intimate register. His thumbs lightly stroked your hips, keeping you close. "But... next time I come over, we are definitely doing more. We should actually watch a movie. Or play that video game we talked about. Not just sex." He paused, his gaze softening even further as he noticed the slight surprise in your expression. He squeezed your waist gently, wanting to make himself perfectly clear. "Don't get me wrong, jagi—I love having s*x with you," he murmured, a faint, honest flush rising on his cheeks. "You're my girlfriend, and I always want you, and honestly, I need that intimacy with you from time to time to keep me sane. Last night was incredible. But I value our relationship so much more than just that."
A soft, genuine wave of relief and warmth washed over you, and you immediately nodded in agreement. Hearing him say that out loud meant everything. It was the ultimate reassurance that you weren't just a secret escape or a late-night convenience after a stressful day. Jungwon didn't want your connection to be purely physical; he valued the quiet, normal, domestic moments with you just as much—if not more. He wanted dates, the lazy couch conversations, and the simple companionship that his idol life so rarely allowed.
"I'd really love that," you murmured, a genuine smile finally replacing your pout. "A movie night sounds perfect, actual."
"Then it's a promise," he smiled, his dimples flashing quickly before he leaned down to press a firm, lingering kiss to your lips—sweet, chaste, and entirely full of promise for the next time.
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You slowly pulled away from the warmth of his chest, the absence of his arms leaving a sudden, chilly draft against your fresh satin pajamas. Reaching over to the shoe rack, you picked up his sleek black helmet and handed it to him, your fingers lingering against his for a final, quiet second. Right on cue, a sharp vibration echoed from his jacket pocket. Jungwon pulled out his phone, the screen illuminating his face as he scanned a quick KakaoTalk message. "Manager-hyung," he said with a small, reluctant sigh, slipping the device back away. "The van just pulled up at the corner of the block. I have to go now."
You nodded, swallowing down the sudden knot of loneliness in your throat, and stepped over to the front door. You turned the deadbolt and pulled it open, letting the bright, crisp morning air of the city neighborhood rush into the warm apartment. Jungwon grabbed the handlebars of his road bike, effortlessly lifting the frame and sliding it out into the hallway, positioning it so he could wheel it toward the elevator. Before crossing the threshold completely, Jungwon stopped. He turned back around, his eyes catching the morning light, holding your gaze with an intensity that promised he was leaving his heart behind in your apartment.
"Lock the door right after I leave, okay? And eat the rest of that toast," he ordered gently, his leadership instincts subtly bleeding into his boyfriend persona.
"I will, don't worry.” You smiled, leaning against the doorframe. "Have a good day today, baby. Try not to overwork yourself."
"I'll try, jagi," he murmured, his dimples peeking out one last time. "I'll call you tonight after my schedules are done."
"I'll be waiting."
As he stepped backward down the hallway, guiding his bike with one hand, you raised your hand to your lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against your palm before blowing it down the corridor toward him. Jungwon caught it with a silent sweet grin, a soft flush creeping up his neck as he gave you one final, reassuring nod. You watched him until the elevator doors slid shut, hiding him from view. Stepping back inside, you closed the heavy door and flipped the deadbolt, the quiet safety of your apartment settling back over you, still smelling faintly of vanilla, cedarwood, and him.
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