Your brother, Jake, lived every slightly edgy college boy’s dream.
He had his own band with his friends in the garage of your parent’s house and it was beyond annoying. Listening to the loud thump of bass drums and the echo of electric guitars through the thin floors wasn’t ideal, especially when you had a life of your own! I mean, imagine ranting to your girlfriends over the phone, while all they hear is the noise pollution seeping through the hardwood.
Three times in the span of 2 hours had you groaned out of frustration due to the sheer loudness of their music. You couldn’t study for midterms when your ears rang. So, you took it upon yourself to finally stomp downstairs and knock some sense into the boys. As your fluffy socks padded against the flooring, the unbearable noise intensified.
Opening the door that connected the house to the garage, you’re greeted with a group of four boys, occupying different instruments and laughing way too loudly for your liking. “Jake!” You screech over the music, and they all look at you like you were the crazy one. “Jesus, what do you want?” He groans, pulling the drumsticks in his hand away from the snare. “I’m trying to study, and you guys are like, disturbing my peace.” You huff out, to which Heeseung chuckles. Sunghoon whispers something you can’t quite hear from where you stand, and your fingers instinctively tighten into a fist. “What’s funny, exactly?” You grumble, and Heeseung shrugs. “If the music is too loud, put on some headphones or something.” Jake snaps back, leaning in his stool like your whole being was a disturbance. “Or, maybe you guys can pursue your dreams some other time, preferably not during midterms week.” Sunghoon snickers, and the urge to punch him grows stronger.
“Hey, she’s right. I mean, personally, school is a very important thing,” Jay points out, but he sounds more mocking than anything. At that, Heeseung and Sunghoon give into their laughter, having an outburst that disrupts that rare moment of silence. Jake smirks, shrugging and directing his attention back to his friends. You let out a frustrated whine, stomping forward and snatching the drumsticks out of your brother’s hands. “Can you quit it? Damn, always bothering me,” He huffs out, fighting you back for the drumsticks. “Then let me study in peace! Do you want me to fail my midterms?” You demand, and he rolls his eyes.
“Fine. Go finish your stupid studying.” The other three boys groan dramatically. “Seriously dude? You’re gonna let her ruin our practice like that?” Sunghoon huffs out. “Your music career isn’t going to go anywhere, anyways, you guys sound like shit.” Sunghoon deadpans, and for once Heeseung isn’t smirking. Jay sits on his stool, guitar strap slung across his abdomen and the widest smirk plastered onto his face.
“Thank you,” You huff, dropping the drumsticks onto the concrete and slipping back into the house. For once, it’s quiet, and you never felt more peaceful. You got a good 20 minutes of studying before yet another interruption. A knock on your door made you halt, and you swore if it was Jake, you would actually scream.
To your surprise, Jay enters with that same smirk from earlier on his face. “How’s the studying going, hm?” He hums, hovering by your dresser against the wall. The door creaks shut upon his enter, and your brows scrunch up. “Why’re you in here? I’m sure you have better things to be doing..” He chuckles. “Just wanted to check on you, pretty,” he murmurs, and your ears flush.
He lets out a soft chuckle at something you’re unaware of, leaning his head back against the wall. “You’re funny, y’know that?” He voiced, hands stuffed into the pockets of his faded jeans. His casualty makes your heart race. “I know you didn’t come up here to compliment my humor, Jay.” He scoffs, pushing himself off of the wall and taking a few steps closer. “I can’t check on you anymore? Gotta make sure you’re studying real good.” He hums, reaching out and nudging one of the spaghetti straps that held up your tank top, watching it slowly fall down your shoulder. Your cheeks flush, and your thighs instinctively clench to soothe the growing ache. He was making you feel things that you certainly shouldn’t be feeling, not towards him.
“Jay.. you should go.” He pauses, gaze flickering up to your wide eyes. “Do you want me to?” He whispers, fingers still grazing your skin. You bite down on your lower lips before shaking your head no. He smirks, fingers traveling to the nape of your neck and lingering there. “Thought so,” he murmurs, leaning in and pressing a firm kiss to your lips. Your shoulders sunk at the contact, his soft lips dancing with yours. “Can’t believe this is all it took. Been thinking about how to get you alone for a while now.” He huffs against your lips, guiding you with his hand that cradled your neck.
The kisses grew firmer, his tongue slipping past your saliva-coated lips. You whine into his mouth when his other hand moves down to your heat, fingers dragging against your clothed wetness. He drags his fingers through your folds covered by the fabric, his lips still dominating yours. Drool fell from the corner of your lips, the kiss quickly becoming messier.
You hear the screams from downstairs, Jake groaning at yet another loss. Sunghoon mocks him and you recognize Heeseung’s familiar laughter. “Yo, where’s Jay at?” You hear a voice call out, maybe Sunghoon. “Think he’s busy clogging Jake’s toilet.” Heeseung teases and Jake grimaces. “Gross, bro!” You whine into Jay’s lips as he pulls away, chasing after his lips. “A little motivation for your studying, pretty.” He whispers with a wink, pulling his fingers back and slipping out of your room like he hadn’t just wrecked you.
You sat in your bed, slick pooling between your thighs and lips kiss swollen. You let out a sigh of disbelief, flopping back onto your mattress and shutting your eyes.
Your brother had some asshole friends, huh?
