Brownies & A Best Friend with Big Boba Eyes —-
pairing:
bsf!HanJisung x fem!bsf!reader!
synopsis: your besties with han and when he gives you some meds to help with your headache, and then you start acting weird… he questions if he gave you the right ones
cw: tension, fluff, flirting, PET NAMES, baby used platonically AND romanticly. PRAISE. 18+, mentions: drugs, ADHD, Anxiety, coercion, a “💀” joke, and aphrodisiacs. I will NOT be spoiling the rest of the warnings because i think it is quite better this way but there is no harm involved. Everything is consensual. and this is my first time writing smut so please be nice to me. oh and…
SOFT DOM HAN SUPREMACYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
MDNI!!!!!! 😅🔥
A/N: help jisung has been in a bicep curl chokehold and i just want to trace his tattoos with my tongue. Idk. also first Hannie fic on my blog YAYYYYY
wc: 5k
His arm reached behind you before a soft grunt fell from his lips. You heard the uncapping of a pill bottle and he scattered some out into his hand. “Here, take these.” From your position laying under his arm on the couch, you leveled him with a questioning gaze. “Ummm… I don’t know if I should be taking unprescribed medicine. Especially from you, Ji.”
He playfully gasped, offended, then clarified. “You’ll be fine. It’s a generic medicine… it’s only technically prescribed, because you can kinda overdose on it if you take too much, but besides that you’ll be fine.
A soft scoff comes from your lips, but you mumble anyway, “You know what, fine. Why not?” You pop the two mismatched pills into your mouth and he hands you his water.
Half an hour later, Felix and Seungmin, come over to Jisung's apartment with food for the four of you. You had all planned to watch the finale of the anime you collectively watched.
Felix and Seungmin knock and walk in to find you passed out on the couch, Han nowhere in sight. Felix walks over curiously and covers you with one of the throw blankets near the couch, mouthing to Seungmin, “Where’s Ji?”
Seungmin just shrugs and sets the food down on the coffee table in front of the TV. You stir softly, waking to their presence and blink awake. Felix is smiling warmly at you, fondness written all over him as he fights the urge to join you. “Hey gorgeous, sleep well?”
His deep voice washes over you like a hug and you stretch, nodding softly. Yawning before Seungmin asks, “where’s Jisung?”
His voice is always kind when it comes to you and you melt against the cushions. The normal static you’ve always lived with, the kind that buzzes in your chest and head, fades to a soft hum. You shrug and pull the blanket under your chin. The two men can’t help but coo at your adorable state.
This isn’t very normal for you. You, like Felix and Jisung, are a bundle of energy, constantly on and beaming, fun, energetic and loud. To see you like this is very abnormal as much as is it a little concerning.
Jisung comes whistling into the common area with a tank top and sweatpants low on his waist, towel around the back of his neck as drops of water drip from his wet hair.
“Oh hey guys! I didn’t hear you come in.”
He goes over and hugs Felix, and Seungmin remains standing beside your body on the couch lifting his head with an acknowledging nod. Jisung’s eyes find you and he too coos, bending down in front of you and brushing some hair out of your face. “Awww baby, did you fall asleep?” You’re hit with his scent, clean and fresh and just him, but for some reason now it wraps around you fully, warming your body. You hum softly, eyes fluttering. He laughs, curiously watching you.
Felix speaks up, also confused about the reaction. All of you are friends, especially you and Ji, best friends actually, so to see you have that reaction was… interesting. “We brought food if you guys are hungry and want to get the show started?”
A soft grumble falls from your lips and the boys chuckle, Jisung laughs softly then jokes “what? you want me to bring it over and feed it to you?” You plead softly with big boba eyes behind pretty lashes, using his own power against him. He laughs again then stands, “Use your words.” You huff softly then “Please Ji…”
The two other men watch in amusement and Jisung just laughs and then grabs the food and comes back. He kneels down and gently brings the ramen to your mouth, “Open please,” your lips follow the command and Seungmin actually scoffs in disbelief.
“Han what the hell did you do to her?”
Jisungs head whips around to him with wide bug eyes. “What do you mean?”
Seungmin goes to respond but your happy moan as you chew your bite fills the small space and all heads whip to your direction. Seungmin points at you as if that’s the answer to his original question. You would never give one of the guys (besides maybe Felix) the satisfaction of listening to them without some picking or playful bickering involved. Especially with your best friend. You both had built up the strongest of friends out of the nine of you, an inseparable chaotic duo.
You feel floaty and sigh, snuggling under the blanket. “Is this how omegas feel when they go into subspace?”
The room freezes, and the boys all suck in a breath before Felix bursts out laughing. Falling over himself actually. Wheezing, wiping at his eyes. Han and Seungmin look at the two of you bewildered while Han yells incrediously, “A WHAT?!” while Seungmin asks “Han what did you give her?!”
Han whips around defensively and waves his hands. “She was complaining about her head and stuff so I gave her some of my prescribed meds.”
Seungmin’s eyes widen, “You gave her your ADHD and Anxiety medication?”
“W-w-well yes I- it’s the same for everyone like— like Tylenol!”
Seungmin curses and Felix is still giggling with you, now sitting beside your legs on the couch. Han turns and asks the two of you curiously, “I’m sorry can we go back to the whole “omega” thing?? what the hell is she talking about.”
The question causes another fit of giggles from Felix as he attempts a sputtering response. “I— I will explain later.” He clears his throat and tries to remain serious, “But seriously Ji, she shouldn’t be acting like this.. are you sure you gave her the correct amount?”
Before Jisung can defend himself you interrupt with a giggle, Seungmin sighing and taking a seat in the chair beside you, “Well he also left me some snacks earlier before he went to shower.”
Han looks up curiously as all heads turn to him, “What snacks?”
Your eyes are closed with content and you sigh dreamily, “there were some brownies by the meds, it was so good omg. Felix, did you make them? they tasted so good.”
Seungmin groans and sinks into the chair as the realization settles over the room and you feel warm hands grab your own and Han fills your vision. “Babygirl, how many brownies did you have?” He’s biting his lip, a nervous habit but his voice is low and slow. You giggle again and look at him dreamily, “Like… one?”
Felix can’t help himself and giggles “Like?? Are you sure?”
You laugh again and clarify, “they were so good I hadddd to have one and half, Lix you needa try themmm.”
Lix smiles and mumbles a soft, “Trust me, I have.”
You faintly hear Seungmin cursing under his breath about Hyunjin and his experiments, before he stands and dials a phone number. Han’s head drops between his shoulders before he sighs. Speaking to Felix as he runs his thumbs over your hands. “Let Minho and Chan-hyung know… I’m sure Seungmin is doing going off on Hyunjin. Lix I'm sorry but we are gonna have to cancel tonight… I gotta take care of her.”
Felix suppresses a laugh, then nods understandably. “Are you sure you don’t want help?”
Han shakes his head, then sighs, “Yeah I’m sure, if she’s anything like me… and we all know that she is… I know the different levels of reaction she’s gonna have.” He looks at you softly. “We will be fine.” He lifts his head to meet Felix’s knowing gaze as he nods.
“Just let us know Ji, maybe we can all meet up for a recovery breakfast in the morning?” He smiles. Jisung nods his head then scoops you off the couch and into his arms.
You sigh again and the world tilts at the abrupt lift. you grasp onto Jisung's tank top, then shoulders, before he sputters out “Baby! it’s okay you’re not falling, I just picked you up.”
You gasp clearly shaken and influenced by the brownies, but nod, giggling and settle against his chest. “I didn’t know you were strong enough to carry me.” You say softly in surprise.
He scoffs offended and walks you to his room. “Ouch, I’m very strong thank you very much and also… you’re fucking light as a feather.”
Even in your floaty headspace you go to argue, but before you can he’s sets you down on clouds… oh— no his bed. a soft “oomf” slips past your lips and he chuckles before walking around the room and grabbing things. you feel like you’re melting, floating, molding … into the bed. the bed that smells like him and you sigh again before asking out loud. “Ji did you drug me?”
He yelps then whines dramatically, “Yahhhh don’t say it like that, you make it sound like I did it on purpose!”
You giggle at his whines and you hear him shuffle back into the room, you watch him lazily as he grabs a hoodie and a shirt and then brings all of his stuff to the bed. You wonder to yourself what the hell all this stuff is and you must’ve mumble it out aloud because he answers you softly as he sits beside you. “Well I got a hoodie for you, a tshirt for me, your favorite blanket, some snacks, lots of water and A LOT of electrolytes… uhh oh and my laptop so we could watch tv.”
“My favorite blanket?” you ask curiously, you were at his apartment, your favorite blanket is at home.
He blushes slightly then swallows gently. “I- uh it’s the blanket you use every time you come over here. So I just assumed it was your favorite.”
Humming softly at the gesture you smile and pull the blanket to yourself. Then you clumsily reach for the hoodie and sit up to pull it on. It gets caught on your hands and head and you start squirming and whining for help. “Hannie I’m stuckkkk help meeee. It’s tangled. There aren’t any arm holessss. Oh my gosh it smells like you. I can’t breathe…” He laughs amused then shuffles closer to you on his bed and helps you through the hoodie. “Chill baby you're fine, you’re just stuck.” He laughs while helping you through it and when your cute face comes through the top and your hair is a mess, he cackles and pulls you into his arms. “Oh my gosh you’re so cute.”
you grumble in his arms but you’re settled against him and into his lap. The action isn’t lost on you even in this state, and it sparks that hidden fire that’s been simmering in you for months. It’s just the drugs, you think to yourself. This is a normal reaction… right? yeah. It’s totally normal to be turned on by your hot asf best friend taking care of you while you're high for the first time. Who wouldn’t be affected by a hot, tatted, silly man (who is STILL wearing a tank top mind you), pulling you into his lap while you're wearing his hoodie after calling you cute?? It's a very normal response.
He must’ve noticed some type of shift in you or… you are simply unaware of the squirming you’re currently doing in his lap, because he swears softly and pulls your face away from his chest to look at your dilated eyes. “Yahh, is everything okay?” If it were possible, your skin heats even more and your tongue suddenly feels heavy in your mouth as you nod. He squints softly and you let out a wayyyy too breathy “yes. i— i just feel kinda … warm.”
His brows shift and his immediate concern is helping you take the hoodie off that you just put on but you stop him softly. “Euhhhh n.. not not like that.”
Lord help him, the slow realization on his face would make YOU think he was the one high out of his mind but he swallows and nods softly before sliding his hands over his face and groaning. “I swear if Hyune put aphrodisiacs in those brownies I’m gonna kill him.”
Brain still muddy and 100% focused on his muscles flexing with the movement of his hands, paired with the manly groan rumbling out of distress.. your insides sizzle into a molten liquid. You shiver despite yourself and at your sudden quietness, Han finds your eyes and sighs deeply at the clear reaction you’re having.
“Fuck…” He breathes out then eases you off of his lap. Getting off the bed to put some distance between you both. “I’m gonna kill him.”
You hardly register the whine that leaves you the second his touch is gone.
“Ji…” You breathe out, falling softly back onto his bed. Keeping your eyes locked on him. He swallows at your breathy tone and mumbles out a shuddering “hmm?”
“I .. mm” you squeak softly with embarrassment but the heat flowing all over your body is making your brain hazy. “Why’d you leave me? .. I want … y— cuddles.”
He violently shivers at the lower tone of your voice and he doesn’t know whether to thank Hyunjin or freak out on him. On one hand, Han has secretly been into you for months but didn’t want to act on it for fear of ruining your friendship. But this clearly wasn’t the time to be finally making his move. He cleared his throat, albeit shakingly, then steps closer to the bed slowly as if approaching a scared animal. “Well baby… you don’t uh feel like yourself right now so I need to give you some space so you don’t regret anything.”
You shift up on the bed, crawling to the edge closest to him and you shake your head. “No… I … want to .. I wanna feel you.”
Han swears his brain short circuits, surely you just mean cuddling and his occasional head massages he gives you… the other option is not an option he’s allowing himself to even contemplate in your current headspace.
“You want cuddles?” He asks softly but his voice is definitely rougher. You nod, cause what you really want would be impossible to voice. You shift back, making room for him again in the bed as he climbs on and rests his back against the headrest. Once he’s settled, he opens his arms, chest rising faster than either of you would like to point out. Blame it on the drugs or the multiple lines you’ve already crossed over the past few months, but instead of curling up beside him, you settle over his hips. Straddling him. Resting your head on his chest.
His breath hitches but he eventually settles his hands on your hips and sighs deeply.
—-
What feels like eternity passes before you shift against his lap, your senses are overwhelmed with… him. You smell his cologne and his fresh scent from his shower earlier, and then him warm and pressed up against you ADDED to the edible still in your system, is enough to make anyone make unwise decisions. But you’ve always been reckless and crushing on the guy under you, so of course coming out of the little power nap you just had, you use the excuse of shifting over his lap … to uh… get comfortable.
His grip on your hips tighten and he whines softly, but lawdddd his voice, deepened with his own slumber, causing it to practically vibrate against your chest. “Mmm stop squirming.”
“Tryna get comfy…” you mumble against his tank top, then abusing your advantage you slide your hands over his exposed arms. Gently squeezing.
He clears his throat then sighs. “What are you doing?”
“Mm you feel good, Ji.” Humming against his chest as you trace his skin. He fights the groan that climbs up his throat and the coughs softly, moving your hands. “You… we shouldn’t baby… you don’t know what you’re doing right now, you're high and apparently the brownies had some extra stuff in them that made you feel … uh… horny.”
“Whyyyy??” you whine softly and he laughs in amusement “I don’t know, I mean I will have to talk to Hyunjin but—“ cutting him off you whine again and hide your face against his shirt. “Nooo.. why .. why can’t you touch me?”
He still’s underneath you then stutters “What— you… Baby.. I— you’re not… you don’t know what you’re asking, it’s the drugs.” you’re hair swishes as you shake your head against his chest. “I do .. I do.. know.. i want.. I want you Ji. please… please Ji..”
Heart skipping his chest he curses and then moves you off of his lap and onto you back before he settles over you, brushing hair behind your ears and taking in your beautifully flushed face. “I … cannot touch you baby… you’re literally high and on aphrodisiacs which i know enough about to know that they make you horny…so you’re not fully in a place to consent to this, so I can’t…”
You surge up, meeting his face, and whisper softly. “Jisung. I love you and you’re my best friend but if you do not touch me right now as I'm quite literally begging you to… I think I'll die.”
He laughs despite himself, at your dramatics and he chews his lip still unsure. Then he sighs and sits back on his knees. “Why… why don’t I uh help you?”
Squeaking softly you tilt your head, “help me? how?”
Scratching the back of his neck nervously he puffs air out of his cheeks, his neck and ears comically red. “Like uhh… I uh.. guide you..?”
Need flushes through your body at his words and you find yourself nodding before you realize. And he laughs breathlessly, amused. “Uh okay uh… let’s uh take off the hoodie okay?” You nod and he shifts closer to help you take off the hoodie, leaving you in your own tank top… but he’s realizing now that you must’ve taken your bra off at some point while you were sleeping. He swallows then shifts back to sitting on his knees. You watch him anticipating his next command, while your legs shift together. He hums… rather grunts softly at the movement, then slides his hands over the fabric covering your hips, thumbs hooking at your waistband.
“Hmm … now let’s take these off, yeah? Does that sound good, baby?”
The nickname floods through your senses and you nod eagerly. He playfully calls you that and has for months, just another nickname between you both but it definitely holds more weight in this moment. You tick off the button of your pants and he reaches up, despite his internal conviction and helps slide the material off your legs, goosebumps rising in the wake of his heated palms.
“Ji…” you practically moan and it floods his entire body with want. He tosses your pants to the floor beside the bed and hums softly, not trusting his voice. You wet your lips then breathe out shakily. The haze of lust is getting heavier and you're having a hard time concentrating. “Can.. Can you take your shirt off please?”
His eyes widen slightly but he hardly hesitates before he takes it off and tosses it in the direction of your pants. You practically pounce on him and bring your hands to hover near his chest before your brain stops and looks up at him, eyes wide and needy. “Can I touch you?”
Jisung, bless him, stutters on a breath then asks quietly… “You.. you want to?”
Desperately you nod, and whisper “Need to Ji.. please can I?”
A whimper rolls from his chest at your begging and he nods before your warm hands come to trace his tattoo and run over his chest.
He’s as still as a statue but you can practically feel the energy buzzing under his skin. You ask softly, looking at him through your eyelashes, “Are you scared?”
His restraint cracks at the look you give him and he sighs deeply before grabbing your hands. “I’m terrified, baby. I don’t want you to regret anything tomorrow. The drugs… they’re supposed to make you feel like this and I didn’t know you’d eat one and what if—”
You cut him off softly with a kiss to his lips. Soft and abrupt because even though the drugs make you feel floaty, you are well aware of what you’re doing and how you’ve felt the last few months.
“Han… I— it’s not just the brownie okay? B—but if you don’t feel the same it’s okay. We do not have to do anything, I—”
His eyes snap open at your words.
“What?” It comes out hoarse. Almost offended.
You swallow, suddenly shy despite everything. “If you don’t feel the same I—”
“Don’t.” His voice cracks and he sits up straighter, squeezing your hands before sliding his up to your shoulders. “Don’t say that like that.”
There’s something wild in his eyes now. Not dangerous. Just exposed. Like you’ve ripped open something he’s been holding shut for months. You've liked him back this whole time???
“You think I don’t feel the same?” he breathes, almost laughing but there’s no humor in it. “Baby, how could I not?”
Your breath stutters.
He runs his thumb over your pulse, voice softer now. “You sleep on my couch like you live here. You steal my hoodies. You look at me like that and expect me to what?… not lose my mind a little?” He huffs a shaky breath. “You think I haven’t thought about this? About you? About us?”
The word you lands heavy.
“I’ve been holding back for months because you’re my best friend and I didn’t want to ruin that. I have rehearsed not touching you, granted I’m absolutely terrible at following that rule, especially when you LOVEEEE to cuddle. I’ve always ALWAYS tried to stay respectful because first you are my friend.”
That. That’s where he’s a tiny bit feral. Because he wants to touch you. He’s choosing not to, at least the way you so desperately need right now.
You blink up at him, heart pounding. “So you like me?”
He looks at you like you’ve personally offended him.
“Yes,” he snaps softly. Then softer, almost reverent. “Yes. I do.”
A pause. Then quieter. “I’m stupid about you, baby. Always have been.”
Silence hangs between you, thick and charged.
He leans closer but stops just before your lips, breathing you in. “But I need you sober when we do this,” he says, forehead pressing to yours instead of kissing you. “I need to know it’s you choosing me. Not some edibles. Not Hyunjin’s damn aphrodisiac concoction. You.”
Your hands are still free. Releasing a shaky breath, you slide them to his shoulders. To his chest. He doesn’t stop you.
He exhales sharply when you touch him.
“I said I wouldn’t touch you,” he murmurs, voice shaking before it deepens. “But I didn’t say you couldn’t help yourself.”
His grin is pure sin and it makes your head spin even more.
“But—”
He shakes his head softly and clarifies, “You can touch me, baby, if it helps, but… until I’m certain those drugs are out of your system, I cannot touch you the way you—i- we want. But like I said earlier, I will help you.” His voice drops lower. “Now can you lay back for me, sweetheart?”
Something about the pet names in that tone makes your stomach flip. You nod slowly, eyes never leaving his, and ease back against the pillows.
He follows your movement without climbing fully over you this time. He keeps the space. Barely. His hands brace on either side of your head like he’s holding himself up through sheer willpower.
“Good,” he says quietly. You shift under him and he inhales sharply, jaw tightening.
“Okay,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. “Okay. You said you know what you’re feeling. So tell me.”
Your brows knit slightly. “Tell you what?”
“What you want.” His eyes flick down your body and then immediately back to your face, like he’s forcing them to behave. “Use your words. Sober or not, I need to hear it.”
Swallowing, you wet your lips, then breathe out. “My body feels like it’s on fire… but like in a good way. I— I feel lightheaded, but it’s actually… you’re at fault this time. And I feel tingly.”
His brows knit for half a second, processing, and then his jaw tightens.
“I’m at fault?” he repeats, voice dropping lower.
You nod slowly, fingers still tracing distracted lines along his chest. “You’re … literally on top of me. And you smell so good. And you’re looking at me like that. So yes. That’s on you.”
A short, disbelieving laugh leaves him. Overwhelmed.
“Baby,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. “I am literally doing everything in my power to not make this worse.”
He exhales slowly, then brings your joined hands down toward your hip. He guides your fingers to the waistband of your underwear before slipping his hand away. He immediately plants it back beside your head, like he doesn’t trust it anywhere near you.
“You wanna take them off?”
You go to nod but catch yourself, remembering his repeated instructions from earlier.
“Yes please,” you respond faintly.
The breathiness in your voice betrays you. Despite the controlled, almost “in charge” exterior he’s clinging to, it sends a visible shiver down his spine.
He sucks in a breath before leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Then take them off babygirl.”
Your thumbs hook under the fabric and push them down until mid thigh when you can’t reach the fabric around your legs, he inhales sharply and finally allows himself one brief assist, fingers barely grazing your skin as he gently eases them the rest of the way off.
He takes a steadying breath and closes his eyes for half a second before opening them again.
Your eyes are waiting. Needy. Open.
That expression almost ruins him.
He grabs your hand instead of your waist and presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist. Slower than necessary. His lips linger just long enough to make your stomach flip.
Then he lays your hand across your stomach carefully, like he’s placing it there on purpose.
Your hand descends and his eyes are locked on yours when your lips part. Holy hell. This is the wettest you’ve ever been. But it’s also your tatted, brown haired best friend hovering above you, voice low, talking you through it, keeping his word and not touching you like he wants to. You want to kiss him and slap him for it.
His breath stutters at your reaction and he hums softly, voice rough. “Tell me.”
Your fingers move slowly, carefully, and a soft sound leaves your lips before you can stop it. “Ji… I—i’m.. it’s so wet.”
A groan cracks out of him before he drops his head to your neck, more to compose himself than anything else. He presses his forehead there, breathing you in instead of watching.
Your free hand slides into his hair and your fingers tighten instinctively.
“Ji please…” you whisper, softer now. “Can you at least kiss me?”
He doesn’t even fight you this time, his mouth opens on your neck and starts sucking love bites onto your skin. Slowly making his way to your mouth, all while your hand moves between you two.
He kisses you deeply, groaning and his control slips enough to ease off one of his hands to slide into your hair and tilt your head back, parting your lips so he can kiss you deeper. Your parting gasp follows with the faster rhythm of your fingers, and he feels the growing rise and fall of your chest.
“god baby, you’re doing so good.” he whispers against your lips, as his hand fists the mattress. “Let it build. Don’t fight it.”
Your breathing stutters as you curl your finger inward and he swallows hard.
“Good,” he breathes, still hiding his face in your necks. Still stroking your hair.. “That’s my girl.”
“Ji…” Your voice cracks as the coil of fire burns low in your stomach and your freehand moves from his hair to his muscular shoulders.
He… HE.. whimpers and sucks in a breath. “I know baby, i know. you’re so close. I promise I'll take such good care of you tomorrow, okay? I promise, I promise.” he chants into your skin.
When your breathing shallows, he caves and moves away from your neck to watch your face. Your eyes meet his, and at the pure want and love and adoration in his gaze you completely shatter underneath him, all by your own touch. He groans with you, and you finally come back down, less hazy, catching your breath, you sigh softly.
He smiles wide. “Hey beautiful. How are you feeling now?”
You laugh softly and push at his chest until you’re on top of him. “I’m good. I feel very… clear now. Like the buzz is nearly gone.”
He raises an amused eyebrow and laughs. “You’re such a bad liar, sweetheart. Nice try though. Go take a shower and I’ll order us some food, okay?”
You nod, and he kisses your cheek before easing you off him. You bite your lip, catching the evidence of just how much he enjoyed the situation.
He catches your look, blush creeping onto his cheeks, and steps away from the bed. “Nu uh, don’t even. I told you earlier that we’ll talk tomorrow,” he says, playful but firm.
“But Ji—”
“No, baby. Don’t even start. I’m fine, okay? I’m good,” he insists, running a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself.
Your eyes follow him to the bedroom door, and a soft smile spreads across your face. “Han-ah…”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you,” you murmur, almost shyly.
He pauses, softening at the quiet gratitude. “You don’t need to thank me, baby. Just… promise me you’ll rest, okay?”
“I promise,” you reply, voice warm, still a little breathless.
He nods, lingering at the door for a moment, watching you settle into the sheets. “Tomorrow, we talk. When you’re sober, and everything’s back to normal… I want to hear it all, okay?”
“Okay,” you whisper, feeling safe and grounded just by his attention.
He gives a small, approving smile, then finally turns to leave. “Shower first. I’ll order food. And baby?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re hot as fuck. I can’t wait to “help out” more in the future.”
“Han Jisung!” You gasp in surprise throwing his pillow at the door as he runs away cackling.
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