jaemin was only meant to stay the first few nights in your new apartment, helping you move your furniture around to your liking and tend to small, broken things around the home. but he never left.
it has been weeks and you can still hear jaemin’s footsteps in the kitchen when you wake up in the morning and the occasional laugh as he scrolled through his phone in your living room.
it has been weeks and what started out as brazen knocks on your bathroom door have completely subsided. jaemin always seems to wander in just before you have the opportunity to shut the door. sometimes, he runs your baths himself and welcomes you home with a hot bath, the steam fogging your bathroom mirror and puffing up his silky hair.
you can shower just fine on your own now. not that you ever needed the help to begin with. but jaemin had always insisted and you were never very good at denying him, dreading the way his eyes would flash with something you couldn’t identify but never failed to make your skin crawl.
so, you wouldn’t make a sound when he’d wiggle the doorknob, twisting it just right to pop the lock and let himself inside. you wouldn’t make a sound as he rolled his sleeves up and dipped his hands into the thick layer of scented bubbles, his soft fingertips roaming down your slick skin, kneading the tender flesh of your intimate areas.
you thought thinks would be different now. that your voice your discomfort as he groped your tits, his fingers gliding over your nipples, occasionally tweaking and tugging on the pebbled buds until you squirmed. you thought you’d push his hands away as he pushed his hands between your thighs, his fingers pushing against your folds but never delving between them.
but you don’t. you simply sit there like you used to, attempting to keep your eyes from tearing up because you have been able to get used to the inappropriate behavior. you let him guide you out of the porcelain tub and pat a towel along your skin, focusing on your delicate areas for far too long. you let him slather a coat of moisturizer on along your body, groping and savoring the feeling of your supple flesh before he slides a pair of panties up your legs and drapes a pretty nightgown over your frame. you let him kiss your forehead tenderly before sauntering out of your bedroom as if nothing ever happened.
content: noncon, stepcest (?), jeno x na!reader ft jaemin
word count: ~1k
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you look away from your reflection staring back at you, the creaks of your bed sounding almost in time with the white numbers ticking with each passing second. but jeno can't seem to get enough.
jeno grunts deeply behind you, slowing his pace to slam into you with all his strength. it knocks the breath from your lungs, your jaw falling slack as your arms fall underneath your weight. your face hits your pillow, covering most of the cameras view when you muster enough strength to lift it.
your appearance catches your attention again, black streaks painting your cheeks as tears roll down the surface. your hair is ruined, gone was the hairstyle you had spent so long working on. you're grateful you hadn't put lipstick on yet when jeno shoved his way into your bedroom for the third consecutive night. each night was worse than the last, pushing your boundaries further and further.
the notification that falls from the top of jeno's phone screen, draws a gasp from you.
jaem
you on your way?
your eyes widen, the words replaced by jeno's blissed out face as the notification slides back up the screen. "j-" is all you can manage to say before you're cut off by another involuntary whimper.
jeno ignores you, continuing his actions.
jaem
?
another broken syllable of jeno's name bubbles from your throat dies in the air, overshadowed by the squeaks of wood, low groans, and slapping of skin.
seconds pass before the screen flashes, ending the recording as a picture of your brothers face replaces yours. you shut your eyes, trying to rid your mind of your brothers name flashing on the screen and the vibrations that come with it.
the rhythmic vibrations catch jeno's attention. "give it me," jeno breathes. you shake your head. jeno gives your ass a harsh smack, "i said give it to me."
you whimper as he continues thrusting, reaching shakily for the cellphone. you squeeze tears from your eyes as you start to reach behind your back. jeno yanks it from you, removing one hand from your hips to press the green answer button. he adjusts the phone between his ear and his shoulders.
"hey," he grunts.
you hear nothing, jaemin's voice drowned in the lewd noises filling your bedroom.
you watch jeno's eyebrows furrow as he grinds his hips against yours, "huh?"
more silence.
"fucking some slut," jeno says between his teeth. "she loves it. squeezing me so tight."
jeno lets out a short laugh through his nose. "you'd like that wouldn't you?" he teases. dark eyes lock with yours and a smirk slowly grows on his face at your panicked expression, "you want to?"
jeno's eyes stay on yours as he pulls his phone from his ear, tapping one single button before holding the device out to you. "take it." your lips quiver. "jaemin wants to listen." you can hear the amusement in his voice and you frantically shake your head, eyes pleading. you hear noise coming from the phone but jaemin doesn't speak.
please, you mouth with a single shake of your head again.
jeno rolls his eyes, tossing the phone in your direction. it lands beside your ear. you look away from it, crying at the fact that jaemin can hear you so clearly, the speaker mere inches from your heaving mouth.
"jeno," jaemin finally says, "don't think you're doing it right. i can't hear a thing."
jeno takes it as a challenge, adding pressure to the middle of your back, arching it. you can't contain a string of lewd moans as your eyes flutter shut and your body goes stiff.
"there you go," jaemin murmurs, "that's it, baby."
the pet name makes you nauseous, jeno's brutal pace adding to the feeling settling in your stomach, "s-top, jeno, please."
jaemin pauses, "y/n?"
jeno's body reacts to the static call of your name, a heady moan tumbling from his throat, "shit."
you sniffle, glancing at the man fucking you while trying to distract yourself from jaemin's realization that it's you he's listening to. "jeno," you whisper in his ear, cringing at way it comes out sounding like a moan, "p-lease."
jeno seems to think the same, growling as he ruts into you. "you like it? you like that he can hear you getting fucked by me? y'want me to fuck you harder, huh?"
jaemin says your name again, "s'that you?" you can't place his tone, too fucked out to analyze it. "you're letting my best friend fuck you? with me on the phone?" you wish you had the strength to tell him of the unrelenting grip jeno used to hold you down but all that comes out is a sob of embarrassment and shame. "you slut."
you clench around jeno, making him laugh as he groans, "she's so fucking tight right now, jaem. keep talking."
"if she's reacting like this from just my voice," jaemin's low voice mumbles, "imagine if i was watching. looking her in the eyes as you fuck her slutty pussy. do you want that?"
"no," you force out, pushing back on jeno's hands as you try to move away from the phone, "don't want."
jeno grips your hair, making you yelp as he pulls you towards his chest. "don't lie," he grits, "you're getting tighter. are you close? are you gonna cum?"
"come on, sis," jaemin mocks, "cum for jeno as i listen to you."
content: dubcon/noncon, best friend!jaemin x fem!reader, cockwarming
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Jaemin’s fingers brushed yours as you walked together before it slowly became linked pinkies and handholding, long fingers hovering over the small of your back before they slipped into your back pocket. Kisses to your forehead moved south, pressing to your warmed cheeks, before they were light on the corners of your mouth, then quick pecks, and finally, open-mouthed. Visits to your apartment stretched longer than intended, carrying longer and longer into the night. His dangerously heavy lids and voice laced with exhaustion had you begging him to stay, he couldn’t possibly leave in that state when he could just stay safe with you. Soon, he was simply “too tired” to go, settling on your couch as you relented and went to your bedroom.
But you fought the discomfort that built within you even when he began to slither into your bed, shifting closer so slowly you felt no difference at all until he was pressed against you. You fought yourself as he murmured excuse after excuse for his hardened length before he simply stopped, shamelessly pressing it into your clothed flesh. Soon, he began settling in your bed even before you did, shedding another article of clothing as days passed before he began to claw at your own. His hips brushing yours as he forced his tongue into your mouth, wandering hands running up and down your body that only grew more and more exposed.
But now, you couldn’t deny the discomfort. Jaemin had long since crossed the blurred line that you had drawn so many years ago. It was too the point of no return and you found yourself dreading the presence of your best friend. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop.
“Jaem,” you whispered one night, panicked as you resisted the way he tugged you closer, cock sliding against your folds that moistened as his head lightly slid through them. “Wait, stop,” you spoke breathily, trying to force your body’s reaction to his actions, his warmth, away.
“Sh,” Jaemin mumbled, his hold tight around your back as he pulled you closer until your nose brushed his neck, hardened nipples pressing into his own, sending an intense shiver down his body as he impaled you fully. “S’just,” he trailed off, swirling his hips, and capturing your lips with his own slowly, filled with an emotion you refused to look into. His voice was deeper, gravelly and slurred, signaling his exhaustion, “so cold. Keep me warm, yeah?”
The tutor/a bit older reader idea has been stuck in my head since that ask… similar concept only— the boys; Jeno, Jaemin and whomever else you fancy— have been your brothers friends for years. You watched them grow up, from scrawny little things that you used to be much taller than and babysit on weekends even.
Until suddenly, it’s like you blink and they’re towering over you, those scratchy, pitchy voices finally evened out and dropped octaves lower. They had always been vocal about how they found you hot or whatever, you never paid them any attention. They were your kid brothers friends, you felt like you helped partially raised them for fucks sake.
Imagine your surprise when things escalate when they finally tire of you brushing off their obvious attention and laughing off their seemingly boyish advances.
They very quickly grow tired of this, making it their mission to have you take them seriously. It would be hard to laugh them off when you’re struggling to take them as they stretch you full, whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to realize they’re not just a couple of boys anymore.
— A Secret Admirer
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: noncon, somnophilia, jeno x reader x jaemin
note: it’s a little different. everyone act shocked
when you came home, you almost didn’t recognize the preying eyes that followed you as you stepped inside, wrapping your arms around your mother.
in your mind, jeno still wore his glasses, the lenses growing thicker and thicker with time, and jaemin still slurred his s’s whenever he spoke, coming over with puffy lips after another dentist appointment. they still peered up at you in awe as you performed the most basic tasks. they still annoyed you endlessly, high voices cracking as they spoke, poking fun at meaningless things just like your brother did.
but that wasn’t the case anymore.
jaemin’s straight, pearly teeth peeked through his lips as he greeted you, taking few steps to reach you. your breath was knocked from your lungs at the feeling of his built chest and bulging arms wrapping around your frame, his nose rubbing against your neck.
jeno wasn’t far behind, his eyes piercing and intimidating as he took jaemin’s place. he had a similar build as he had the last time you saw him, trim waist and broad shoulders. jeno wasn’t as affectionate, only staring at you with an emotion you couldn’t place but made you quickly look away from him in discomfort.
you felt their lingering gazes, heard their whispered comments, felt the brush of fingertips over your arms and your back as they walked past you. it was funny at first, memories of their childhood crush on you making you smile. you brushed it off when the comments became crude.
when the sky began to shift in color and the childish behavior grew bolder, you huffed, irritated. their whispers turned to low voices, the husky tones catching you off guard every time.
jeno started to spread his legs wide, tapping his fingers beside his bulge to get your attention from the veins in his strong arms to his pants, asking you to “take a seat.” you snorted, remembering jeno’s lanky arms that strained to lift your desk when you had offhandedly asked for help.
jaemin wasn’t any better. he began to lock eyes with you, his tongue running along his bottom lip. you couldn’t help but laugh at that, reminded of the drool that slid out of the corner of his mouth, collected by the back of his hand in embarrassment. he didn’t look amused by your reactions, his gaze hardening.
by the end of the night, they were just as frustrated as you were, with them realizing that their advances weren’t working, and you realizing that they didn’t plan to stop.
it was unspoken that they would stay over, always treated as an extension of your family. you huffed again as they slipped into your room wishing you a good night with one final glance down your body before heading into the room beside yours.
sleep came quickly, the exhaustion from your trip finally catching up with you. you didn’t think much of the weight on your body and the soreness in various parts of your body when your consciousness would return before quickly going away.
you heard jeno first. “shit, she’s so tight, jaem,” he said, the painful stretch of his cock entering you waking you up. your hand flew to your stomach, running down the expanse until you met jeno’s toned stomach. he hissed, leaning into your touch.
“jeno,” you cried, sleep still slowing your thoughts. your cunt throbbed, pain and pleasure rushing up your body as jeno moved his hips back, slamming into again.
“you recognize my voice?” he panted, “you thought about us too, huh?”
you whined, shaking your head as you formed fists, colliding with jeno’s chest, hoping that he would get the hint and pull out of you, stopping the painful sensation. you opened your eyes, blinking slowly as you were met with the sight of jeno, confirming your thoughts.
“don’t cry,” a second familiar voice said, “you can take it.” your head snapped in its direction, met with jaemin’s unnerving grin. “not laughing now, are you?”
content: noncon, public sex, intoxicated!jaemin x reader
jaemin wasn't supposed to be drinking tonight, but he had begun before you even had the chance to greet all your friends. the night was somewhat of a blur, with brief flashes of shot glasses, bright smiles, and equally bright laughter. not to mention a sloppy jaemin.
he was stumbling over his feet, raising his voice, and making a mess of things. he was also rough, crashing his lips against yours as he begged for you. quick, he drawled. angel, it'll be so quick. you shoved him off of you, annoyance amplified by the alcohol in your system as you looked at him. his eyes were unfocused, pupils dilated as he slowly blinked. a pink color flooded his neck and crept up to his ears, dusting over his cheeks.
you were quick to bid your friends goodbye, afraid of what could happen if you didn't get your boyfriend home as soon as possible. it proved to be a difficult task, jaemin's weight slowing you down, and his strong arms pulling you to a stop as he repeatedly tried to kiss you, hands ghosting over your ass. jaemin, you hissed, relieved to see the train come to a stop, wait.
you were stupid to think that that would stop him.
"fuck," jaemin slurs, a pungent smell laced in his breath making you wrinkle your nose. "you really thought i was gonna wait? hm?" you whimper at a pointed thrust, feeling your legs tremble as you struggle to hold yourself up, the metal pole and jaemin's arms keeping you from dropping to the ground.
your breath skips as you glance upwards, eyes brimming with tears. you're met with the sight of men, some not much older than you, and others two -- three -- times your age, all with their hands shoved down the front of their pants and stares fixed on your body. your panties are lowered to your knees, thighs spread just enough to see jaemin's balls swinging between them and the involuntary arousal dripping down your thighs with each wet thrust. you shiver, looking away as jaemin continues pounding into you, a strong scent of alcohol and sweat emanating from behind you as he tries to keep a steady pace.
"was waiting all night," he grunts, curling his fist around the same metal pole you tightly held onto. "so just ignore them," jaemin's tongue flicks the shell of your ear, "m'almost done anyway." you fight the urge to scream hating the tone of his drawled voice.
you squeeze the pole, attempting to ignore the way your fist craves to meet his face. you stopped fighting long ago, somehow more fearful of what might happen if you pulled yourself away from his grasp, leaving yourself vulnerable in front of so many people. you knew nothing good would come from it, especially with their actions becoming bolder. a tipsy girl who could barely stand, skimpy top askew and skirt bunched at her waist. they looked like they were ready to take jaemin's place in a flash.
you blew out an unsteady breath, blinking to set drops of tears free. your boyfriend grunts behind you, burying himself deep inside you while tugging you closer by your sore hips. jaemin's body was scorching, making you want to flinch away from his touch, but as you met a set of unfamiliar preying eyes, you knew you had no choice.
noncon jaemin dilf (best friend's stepdad) where u and ur bestie have a sleepover and decides to fuck you in ur sleep and if you tell anyone, he'll do the same to ur bestie so you decide to keep quiet while he continues to use you every time you go over to their house
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: noncon
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“sh,” jaemin coos, leaning over your body. one of his hands rests loosely to your waist, and the other on the side of your throat, thumb swiping across your wet cheek.
you muffle your noises by biting your lip, swallowing your whines and whimpers. a squeak sounds through the room at a particular thrust and you meet his eyes as he lifts his head from where it hovered near your ear.
"i told you," he says, his finger slides down your cheek, "if you wake her up, she'll take your place," he mumbles, tone sweet and soft despite his words. "you don't want that."
you shake your head, whispering a broken, "no."
"i know," his eyes flicker over your face, "you're such a good friend, aren't you?"
what if jeno and jaemin has this usual threesome with jeno's gf until one day jaemin babytraps her bc he wants her for himself
rating: 18+. mdni.
word count: 1.1k
content: babytrapping, jaemin x jenos gf!reader (featuring jeno)
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jaemin’s gaze shifts between you and your boyfriend. he can’t help the envy that sits in the pit of his stomach as he watches jeno place a sweet kiss on your lips, equally sweet words whispered to you alone as he pulls away. your attention was completely occupied by the man currently brushing your hair from your face.
jaemin hates these intimate moments. the ones that leave him feeling like an outsider, taking the attention he rightfully deserved and placing it on jeno. it only fuels the younger to try even harder, to do everything he could, in and out of the bedroom to capture your attention. he likes to believe that he’s good at it, too. the laughs, smiles, and playful teasing you bless him with keep him trying, feeling like he’s getting closer and closer to stealing your heart. but his hope dies every time he’s called into his best friend's bedroom.
jaemin huffs, changing his pace that draws a pleased whimper from you, a sound that had him completely enamored by you at the start of your arrangement, but now, it causes bitterness as he watches your eyes flutter in the direction of your boyfriend, paying the person causing the euphoric feeling no mind as jaemin pounds you just the way you like and jeno sits uselessly beside you, cock softening.
jaemin truly just doesn’t get it. he doesn’t think he’d ever stop reacting with anything less than love-filled lust, a dick full of blood for you to use to your heart's content, until you were pleading for him to pull away, too sensitive to continue. jeno wouldn’t – doesn’t – do as jaemin would. if jaemin recalls correctly, that is why you approached him that day. jeno left you feeling unsatisfied, you longed for more. and luckily, jaemin was around to help. jeno trusted jaemin, his best friend of so many years, to care for you as he would and jaemin was quick to comply.
you came first, not long after his length reached the spot that always had your mind spinning. “pull out,” jeno says lazily without looking away from your eyes. like he knew jaemin was approaching his climax as your walls pulsed around his cock. jaemin groans in slight annoyance, pulling himself out of your tight, spasming heat and shooting his load onto your stomach, watching his seed pool just above your womb.
jaemin finds his gaze lingering there as of late, flickering over the expanse and softly touching, pressing on the flesh as he impales you. at first, he simply wanted to feel himself inside you. the pressure of his cockhead reaching so deep and making you feel so good satisfied him. but now, as jeno grunts about “making you a mommy” during your private nights when you don’t seek him out, he can’t help but let his mind be flooded with similar ideas. especially because you seem to be so affected by the idea. jaemin wonders if you’d be that way for him. eager to carry his child and tethered to him forever.
jaemin drops his weight onto his palms, still hovering around your body as jeno lays another kiss to your lips, murmuring about getting something to clean you up. the door shut behind him with a click, his naked form out of sight, finally leaving you alone with the man sweating above you.
you wiggle under jaemin, a finger slithering up his forearm, “thank you, jaem.” your eyes move up his toned stomach, landing on his face as you smile gently. jaemin already feels himself stiffen, the tender glance feeling like those you share so frequently with jeno. jaemin wishes you would always look at him like that.
“f’course,” he mumbles, palm sliding down your middle, hovering over your womb as you jerked under jaemin’s hold.
you giggle, “not done yet?”
jaemin grins, “not even close.”
your eyes gleam but he knows you’re worried about what jeno would say. you’re not allowed to sleep with jaemin without him present. he made that very clear. to both of you. and you were very good at obeying his rule but jaemin was pushing into you before you could say another word. you seemed to get lost in the stretch, sighing as he filled you.
he fucked you slowly this time, taking in every reaction. “gonna cum in you.” you laugh breathily, shaking your head softly. you freeze when he speaks again, “knock you up.”
you clenched his cock when he echoed your boyfriends words, “m’gonna make you a mommy…”
you moaned, “j-jeno…”
“jaemin, baby,” he whispered, dipping his head to pull your nipple between his teeth. “you’re gonna have my baby. gonna be with me.”
“jeno…”
“jaemin,” he emphasized, ghosting his lips over your skin until he hovered over your lips.
jaemin has never kissed you, despite how much he wanted to. jeno refused to let him, claiming the act was too intimate but he had no issue with his best friend fucking his girlfriend into oblivion every other night. stupid, jaemin thinks, he should be more worried that jaemin would fuck you so well you couldn’t get enough, letting him fuck you even when he wasn’t around. like you currently are.
it was a gentle touch of soft, plush lips – a peck, more accurately – before you turned your face away. “okay,” you said unevenly, “enough, jaem. jeno said no kissing.”
jaemin sighed, jeno says a lot of things. But hopefully he would be free of jeno’s nonsense rules and restrictions when you come out knocked up by jaemin’s baby. he couldn’t pull himself away from your face, scattering wet kisses across your cheek, ear, and neck, even getting as close to your lips as he could when you were too distracted by how well he rolled his hips against yours.
your thighs trembled, breathing turning shallow as he thrusted deeper, “cum.” you gripped his shoulders, “gonna cum.” jaemin hummed, relishing in the reactions of your body as he pushed himself as far as he could, making you take all of his length as you let yourself go.
the whimpers in his ear and holding of his shoulders drew him closer to his own climax, “i'm gonna give you my cum,” he grits, “give you my baby.”
your protests were light like you didn’t believe him before growing more audible when his thrusts became slower but more forceful as he tried to bury his cock inside you so his tip kissed your cervix, sending strings of his seed dangerously close to your womb. “mine,” he slurred, messily kissing the fat of your cheek.
Dark cult leader jaemin manipulate reader's husband into her sleeping with him. But reader doesn't want it. So when she tries to run away at night...she get caught red-handed by none other than jaemin
cult leader!jaem !!!! you’re so right. also, I kinda changed the idea just a little bit. I hope that’s okay
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: noncon, jaemin x reader, husband!jisung
jaemin smiled too much. it was slightly unsettling. his soft, big eyes held too much emotion, appearing genuine but they were muddled with the faintest tint of something you didn’t recognize and it seemed you were the only one to notice it. his smile curved in a way you didn’t like, upwards with rows of pearly white teeth peaking through. his voice was deep, but gentle and light when he wasn’t putting on the act of an eccentric man. his voice was higher then, childlike almost. his eyes looked widened and crazed – this time observable – and his affectionate, touchy tendencies worsened. you would’ve found him just as endearing and just as safe around him as everyone around you seemed to if it wasn’t for the fact the shiver that crawled up your spine at the mere sight of the man.
you never tried to adjust to him. to warm up to his overly friendly and affectionate personality. you weren’t even polite. strange and out of character for you, especially considering his relationship with your husband. but you kept interactions to a minimum, choosing to curtly greet him and avoid his attempts at conversation with you. even then it was only when your husband, jisung, was present.
sometimes you went as far as to blatantly ignore him, though you were often scolded by your husband who would preach to you for the umpteenth time just how important jaemin was. the way jisung describes jaemin always left a sour taste in your mouth. the way he praised him left and right, followed each word, held him in such high regard. it was like he considered jaemin in the same realm as a god.
you hated when he came over. begging and pleading with jisung to reconsider. jaemin’s wife cooks so much better than you. you have to wake up early in the morning. you didn’t go grocery shopping. you knew it wouldn’t work, it never did. what jaemin wanted, jaemin got.
dinner was uncomfortable. you were more on edge than usual, tuning out the chatter of your husband as he tried to fill the heavy silence. jaemin wasn’t like his usual self, the intensity of his stare fixed and unwavering as he kept his eyes on you, lips slightly quirked. you shifted in your seat, pushing your food around your plate to avoid his gaze.
you signed in relief as jaemin began to stand, hoping the night would soon be over. you didn’t expect to feel his figure loom over yours, touch creeping up your arms to your shoulders, kneading the flesh. you flinched away, brows cinched as you looked towards your husband, confused to find a composed expression on his face as he chewed in silence, watching as jaemin began to force himself on you.
you squirmed away from him, slapping and pushing pathetically at his firm chest. your clothes were shed with ease, his following quickly as his eagerness became apparent, his touch desperate and his length hardening. if you were in a different state of mind, you’d wonder how long he was waiting for this.
he was surprisingly gentle despite his desperation, letting you feel every inch of his cock as he pushed himself into you. his pace was steady, gaze as intense as ever as he watched you struggle, curses leaving your mouth and tears trailing down your face.
jaemin’s teeth sank into your shoulder, a grunt leaving his smooth lips as he pulled, steadily thrusting in and out of you. you couldn’t help the high-pitched whine that escaped you and you fought against his strong arms holding you in place, “stop it.”
jaemin lapped his tongue over the area, disapproval clear in his next words. “so disobedient. I should’ve known you wouldn’t have this under control.” his hips came to a stop, one of his hands sliding up your side, groping the swells of your chest, causing you to wiggle under his touch, wet eyes filled with hate aimed at his face. “such a shame. I really had hope for you.”
“baby…” jisung called softly, the tips of his ears red, embarrassed by your behavior. “please, don’t make a scene.”
