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Dreams with a Baseball Player .☘︎ ݁˖ N. RK

ᯓ★ “But we have conversations, in my head.” - Faye Webster

Synopsis: With no ride home, you find yourself waiting at your older brother's baseball practices. There's not much to entertain yourself with, until you can't keep your eyes off a certain boy. The twirling of his bat, the squinting of his eyes, and his reoccurring laughter, you can't help but find yourself looking for him. No matter how much you thought, stared, even dreamt of him, you'd never confess your random obsession. Years pass and you're convinced your fixation has faded, but has it really?

Genre: Brother’s bestfriend, fluff, nsfw (mdni! 18+)

Word count: 7.7k words

[note] : lol the pacing on this is HORRIBLE. This is my first public work!! Thank you for reading, although it’s not my best I’m somewhat proud of it. I’ll definitely be getting better in the future! :)

The sun was sweltering, the heat clung to you like an uncomfortable sweaty second skin. You couldn't help but scowl, irritation hung in the air.

You sat in the burning metal bleachers of the baseball field.

Every last thing was getting under your skin, your ears were filled with constant hollering and the dinging of metal bats, your clothes were damp and stuck to your skin, and the sun shone so intense you could barely hold your eyes open. Trying to scroll on your phone was useless, the Wi-Fi connection was pathetic this far out from the school.

You had no other choice. Without a ride home, you were stranded in these bleachers until your older brother finished practice.

The small amount of sleep you got cramming for AP Bio was starting to come back for you, drowsiness tugged heavily on your eyelids, your body sluggish with every move.

You wanted nothing more than to be in your comfy bed, in clean, cool sheets, fresh out of the shower. Yet here you were, melting in the bleachers.

With a frustrated grunt, you hauled your backpack onto the bleachers, muttering a string of half hearted curses under your breath. You've made the executive decision, sleeping through practice was your only option.

Dropping onto your back, you rest your head against your backpack, attempting to sleep despite the sun shining through your eyelids.

Soon enough heavy footsteps come up towards you, the loud clanking of metal against cleats inching closer to you. You crack a eye open to find Jake staring down at you in amusement, hands on his hips.

"Ready to go?" Jake raises a eyebrow with a smile.

"About damn time." You mutter, sitting up and rummaging through your bag.

You pulled out a water bottle and tossed it to your brother. He effortlessly catches it with a single hand as he slings his bag over his shoulder, whispering a thanks before chugging it down.

Jake led the way down to the field, weaving through a couple other teammates packing up. He's talking nonsense about how great of a brother he is for taking you home. He nodded at himself in approval, as if he deserved some sort of medal. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.

You're mid-bicker with him on the way to the exit gate, but a sudden voice cuts out into the air right as you and Jake pass the infield.

"Hey we'll be here for the rest of the week Jake!" a blonde boy smiles from the pitcher mound, waving his catcher's glove high in the air.

"Alright! I'll be there." Your brother cheerily grins, waving back.

Your jaw drops and you groan. "No! That'll mean I have to be here for the whole week!" You protest. Jake glanced back at you with a smirk as he unlocked the gate.

"Should have found a different ride."

Everyday after school, you find yourself trudging back to the baseball field like clockwork. It's become routine now.

At least now you came prepared.

You packed snacks, slathered on sunscreen, and kept an ice cold water bottle with you at all times. If you were going to be stuck out there, you'd at least try to make it better.

Eventually, you gave up on trying to entertain yourself and just watched the practices. It wasn't exactly thrilling, but enough to keep you somewhat amused. You didn't know much about baseball, just the basics from chaotic elementary kickball games.

So you just watched Jake, watching him practice his swings and sprinting to different bases with a focus and motivation you only saw outside of home.

But you noticed the same blonde boy always kept close to him, always walking in step with him and pitching the ball for him.

They laughed together constantly, faces scrunching up in joy. You watched him curiously, noticing the way he pushed his bleached hair back before putting his cap back on, the way he casually spun his bat around before he swung, the way his eyes disappeared when he smiled.

Soon enough you found yourself constantly looking for him at each practice, eyeing his far figure on the field.

It didn't take too long for your brother to notice either.

A couple practices later Jake stood in front of you, arm outstretched awaiting a water bottle.

"Why are you always looking at him?" Jake's eyebrows knitted as he threw his head back, chugging the water.

"Who?" You tilt your head in confusion as you stood up.

"Riki." Jake wipes the water dribbled on his chin with the back of his hand.

You slowly shake your head back, silently telling him you had no idea what he was talking about.

Jake rolls his eyes before whipping his head over to the field, finger pointing down at the blonde boy. "The guy you keep goggling at." he scoffs.

"It's not that obvious." You mutter, walking past him down the steps. Jake follows behind you.

"Oh, it so is." he chuckles.

High school wasn't exactly what you expected.

It just happened to be everyone being reckless teenagers. Full of poor decisions, lovesick kids, and impulsive moments where nobody really thought things through. It wasn't unusual for people to get caught up in each other, even if they were blindly just following their heart.

Except you scowled every time your best friend gushed about her new delusional crush, rolled your eyes at every couple that held hands in the halls, and pursed your lips at anything you found unbelievably cheesy.

You couldn't help but find it all stupid, sure that every relationship in high school led no where and was a waste of time. Watching couples repeatedly crash and burn only proved you right, you never fantasized about a relationship.

Instead, you buried yourself in school work, deciding to only concern yourself with things you considered beneficial for you.

It wasn't until you were sat at your desk late at night, scribbling away at math equations illuminated by the soft glow of your laptop, that you finally found yourself marveling at the idea of love.

Stumped on a certain problem, you stared at the wall, too tired to think any further. Your mind replayed today's events instead.

You thought about what your best friend Minju was telling you about. How the boy she liked had scribbled in her notes, held her bag, and walked her home the day before.

You chuckled at the idea of someone doing that for you, shaking your head and letting out little laughs. You dragged your hands down your face, you were convinced it was the exhaustion starting to take over. You seriously needed to clear your head.

You came out of your room in search of a glass of water, scratching your head as you went to the kitchen.

Your brother sat at the kitchen island, his face scrunched in confusion as he studied a packet. Beside him, sat the same blonde boy from the baseball practices. You froze, eyes darting back and forth between the two.

Riki had on a grey knit sweater, sleeves pushed up to his forearms. Thin silver glasses low on his nose. He twirled a thin mechanical pencil between his fingers as he tapped the paper, explaining something to Jake.

You stood frozen in the doorway, watching the scene in silence. Something about it, the calm focus in Riki's voice, the way his brow furrowed slightly as he spoke, the casual spin of the pencil made your stomach twist in a way you couldn't quite name.

Jake sat slouched, his fingers scratching the nape of his neck. He shook his head in frustration. "I'm not catching on at all." He shut his eyes in defeat.

You blinked, heat rising to your cheeks as you realized you had been staring.

Riki's eyes flicked up at you, catching you lingering between the hallway and the kitchen. "Hey." He politely nodded towards you, his hair was down, a little messy, falling in his eyes.

Jake turns around, finally noticing you. "Oh, hey. We're just studying." he said casually, waving a hand toward the open notebook between them.

You nodded, suddenly aware of the way you looked. Your hair unbrushed, eyes heavy with exhaustion, and dressed in a mismatched pajama set you hadn't thought twice about. Heat crept up your neck as you crossed your arms loosely over your chest,

"I'm just gonna grab a glass of water." You mumble, voice thick with sleepiness.

Jake stretched his arms overhead with a yawn. "Think you could help us out with this after?"

You raised a brow, halfway to the sink.

Riki raises his eyebrows, "Seriously? Asking your younger sister for help with this? This is stuff people in our grade can barely understand." he asks amused.

Jake scoffed. "She'll definitely get it, Dude, she's a total nerd." Jake suddenly starts, leaning forward. "In fact this year, she's taking multipl-"

You slam your hand down on the counter, cutting him off mid sentence. Both of them were startled.

"That's enough now." You smiled a too sweet smile, eyes closed in a quiet warning. Jake raised his hands in surrender, grinning sheepishly. Riki glanced between you both curiously.

Riki watched with a small, amused smile as you explain a chemistry problem almost perfectly to your brother, despite being half awake and clearly out of it. Your intelligence wasn't the only thing that caught his attention though.

He eyed you up and down as you stood between him and Jake, noticing the subtle, sweet scent of your shampoo His gaze lingered on the strands of hair that kept falling into your face, which you didn't bother to fix, too busy balancing equations. He watched the way you bit your lip when you focused, the slight change in your tone when you caught an attitude with Jake, a mix of tired sass and natural confidence.

He wasn't sure when, but somewhere between the formulas and your muttered sighs, Riki realized he was looking at you a little differently.

Riki smiled down at his paper as you finished up your explanation and mumbled something about heading back to your room. Just before you left, he caught one last breath of your perfume. Soft, warm, and distracting.

"Gosh, she's so annoying," Jake groaned, tossing his hands in the air dramatically.

Riki chuckled under his breath. "I don't think so."

His eyes drifted past Jake's shoulder, lingering on the now empty hallway where you'd just been, a quiet curiosity settling in his chest.

The moment you slipped out of their line of sight, you gripped the fabric on your chest, your eyes wide as you let out a sharp exhale. Your heart was racing, pulse thudding loud in your ears.

You were starting to lose it, and you knew exactly why.

That night, you lay sprawled across your bed, one leg kicked out from under the blanket, dangling off the edge. Your arms were tossed in whatever position felt vaguely comfortable, your body heavy with exhaustion.

You stared up at the ceiling, unfocused, while your thoughts wandered. The idea of love, of having someone to lean on, someone who just got you. It kept nudging at the edges of your mind. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, you admitted to yourself. Maybe letting someone in wouldn't mean losing yourself.

Still, no matter how noisy your thoughts got, the weight of sleep tugging at your eyelids was stronger. You drifted off before your mind could wander any deeper into that unfamiliar, dangerous kind of wanting and fantasizing.

Except you still did.

It was all a hazy blur, soft and warm, like sunlight through half-closed blinds.

A familiar smile. A boy walking beside you down the hallway, carrying your things with casual ease. A flash of blonde hair as he knelt down to tie your shoelaces, his laugh echoing somewhere just out of reach.

You had dreamt of him.

You woke up slightly off put, feeling like you had just lost something you never knew you needed. You'd just lost something you hadn't even realized you were holding onto. A quiet ache settled in your chest.

You clung to the memories, desperate to hold onto the way it felt. You had to remember. You couldn't let the dream slip away. Not when it felt so right.

With a frustrated groan, you turned over and shoved your face into the pillow, wishing you hadn't woken up at all.

"So what?" Minju exclaimed, throwing her hands up, eyes wide with excitement. "It doesn't matter if he's your brother's bestfriend!"

Your eyes widened in horror. "Of course it does!" you hissed, slapping a hand over her mouth before she could continue. She muffled a laugh against your palm.

She honestly couldn't have been any louder if she tried.

Minju takes a hold of your wrist, pulling your hand off her mouth. "Well, in your case, it doesn't. You barely ever talk about love, let alone like a guy. Dreaming about a guy? Definitely serious and should not be ignored." She says, lifting up her index finger in a triumphant tone.

You wanted to bury yourself behind the textbook you were reading, you were sure by now the whole library had practically heard your business.

"Listen," Minju said, leaning in with a conspiratorial gleam in her eye. "How about this, I come with you to their practice after school, and you point out who it is."

She raised her eyebrows, nudging your elbow eagerly. "Hm? Hmm?"

You bit your lip, nerves twisting in your stomach. Every part of you screamed that this was a terrible idea.

"Fine." you muttered, reluctantly nodding.

"Yes!" Minju fist-pumped the air.

Ever since the dream, your mind had been annoyingly filled with sappy, daydream thoughts you swore you would never have.

You kept imagining Riki showing up at just the right moment, brushing your hair behind your ear like it was nothing, or running straight to you after winning a game, eyes only on you.

It was unbearable.

You wanted to pull your hair out. His smile haunted you. No matter how hard you tried to focus on anything else, he kept slipping into your thoughts. Quietly, constantly. Everything reminded you of him. And the worst part was, you couldn't decide if you hated it or didn't mind at all.

The rest of the school day was spent pretty unproductively.

You found yourself staring blankly at the whiteboard, your mind wandering far away, eyes drifting out the window in a zoned out dazed. For the first time your notebook had been barely written in, only a few absent-minded scribbles scattered across the pages. You just kept eyeing the clock, waiting for the bell to ring.

When the final bell rang, you dragged Minju with you toward the field.

"I'm warning you now, you're gonna get insanely sweaty," you grumbled over your shoulder as you pushed open the gate.

Minju just waved you off, unfazed and clearly used to your attitude. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

Both of you walked past the field and climb up the bleachers. Settling down, onto the hard metal. Minju leaned forward, scanning the field.

"Gosh they all look the same from up here." She muttered. The boys were little figures scattered across the diamond, pinstriped uniforms blending together, their caps and helmets making them indistinguishable from one another.

"You get used to it," you said, nodding toward the far end of the field. "See the boy standing near the dugout? That's Jake."

Minju squinted, focusing on the familiar figure. "Okay, yeah, I see him."

You scanned the field a little longer, eyes searching until you spotted another familiar figure. "Ah! There at home plate. He's up to bat right now." You pointed at the boy tapping his bat against the dirt, readying for his swing.

Minju raised an eyebrow. "No way. Nishimura?" She looked over at you.

You blinked at her confused. "Riki?" You replied.

"Oh girl, everyone and their mama is up on him." She grimaced as she tugged at her collar, the heat starting to make her sweat.

You frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"He's like, the heartthrob of his grade. Everyone wants him." Minju shakes her head in disbelief. "He's infamous!"

Your mouth parted slightly, words caught somewhere between disbelief and surrender. Just when you'd finally convinced yourself it was okay to be vulnerable, to let the idea of love in, even a little, it had to be with someone completely out of your league.

You, who had buried yourself in your studies, who barely understood love and had practically shut out any sense of a social life, found yourself liking Riki.

Riki. The attractive, outgoing, and now to your knowledge, a wildly popular athlete.

You just stared at Minju, mouth agape.

"Well, that's the end of that," you said with a small, defeated smile, folding your hands together as you tried to compose yourself.

Minju shook her head furiously and grabbed your shoulders. "You never know!" she whispered yelled.

"Don't even try to convince me," you groaned, waving your hands to fend her off.

And just like that, it was over. The abrupt, awkward rush of a high school crush. Sure, you liked him, but you weren't the type to ever admit it aloud. Your ego was too fragile to even think about chasing after him.

True to your word, you promised yourself you'd never let a boy distract you from your studies.

At least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

Every night, you'd toss and turn in bed, your head filled with thoughts of Riki. You yearned for his touch, the sound of his laughter, and all the little moments you hadn't even experienced yet but already craved.

Eventually, just to distract yourself, you started choosing the long, blistering walk home over staying for practice.

Jake scolded you relentlessly, groaning and nagging you to wait for him. He had no idea why you stopped hanging around, no clue why you shut yourself in your room whenever Riki was around, or why you began avoiding him at school altogether.

Because Riki was always right next to him, stuck at his side, shoulder to shoulder.

Years passed, and the struggle was worth it. You had long graduated high school now, leading your class with a nearly perfect GPA and making it to a great school in a competitive major. You were pretty damn proud of yourself.

Your weeks were filled with hard work and lectures, but when you could, you weren't afraid to let a little loose now. In contrast to your high school self, you let yourself have flings and unserious relationships. You felt finally free from invisible chains that kept you lovesick.

Your weeks were packed with demanding lectures and nonstop work, but when the chance came, you weren't afraid to let loose. Unlike your high school self, you allowed yourself to enjoy casual flings and unserious carefree relationships. You felt finally free from the invisible chains that kept you lovesick.

You dormed on campus, your roommate a sweet girl who didn't mind your busy schedule.

Jake occasionally dropped by, checking in with his usual mix of teasing and concern. "Not up to anything bad, no?" He'd stand in the door way, arms crossed.

You'd roll your eyes but smile, assuring him you were fine. Jake would just smirk, but when he informs you he saw you at a house party at one AM, he'd knuckle into your skull cause you had lied to him.

This time he showed up at your door again, but with a completely different objective.

"Well, seriously this time, I think you should come to this party," Jake said, leaning against the doorway yet again.

Your roommate peered over, curious. "The Zeta party?" Jake nodded.

"Yeah, those are pretty notorious. You should go." She grinned, clearly impressed.

Your eyes darted between the two of them. "Okay, I get it, but why would you want me to go?" You raised an eyebrow, jabbing a finger into his chest.

He chuckled, pushing his hair back. "Riki transferred here. He's going too. Thought you might want to see him again since it’s been so long."

You stared at your brother, mouth hanging open. "What?"

Jake mirrored your expression, lips jutting out in mock judgment. "What?"He furrowed his brows, crossing his arms as he studied your reaction.

"Nothing. I'll see, shoo." you said, waving him off as you started closing the door.

The corner of Jake's lips tugged upwards. "Let me know!" he called, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked away.

You stared at the closed door. There's no way you're going to that party.

You whipped around to your roommate, who was deep into her laptop. "Do you know when's the party?" You asked, sitting on your bed, bringing your knees up to your chest.

She looked up, brows furrowed in thought. "Probably Saturday? If I had to guess." She shrugged.

"I can totally go to other things." You sighed, chin resting on your knees.

You weren't sure how you ended up at the familiar chain-link fence, but here you were on Friday night, leaning against the cold, stinging metal. Your gaze drifted over the empty field, the sunset long faded away.

Your eyes lingered at the empty home plate, your imagination filling the empty space with the figure of a blonde boy digging his bat into the dirt, just like you'd seen so many times before. You stood there in silence, memories flooding back of the countless afternoons spent on those bleachers, enduring more than you ever wanted to.

You had to admit, the crush had been foolish. You barely knew him, barely talked, barely even tried to pursue him. So why did he hold such a tight grip on your heart?

It was unexplainable.

All the fleeting flings and brief romances since then hadn't filled the ache inside your chest.

Somehow, he had taken a small, invisible piece of you. Without even realizing it.

Your gaze lifted, catching a figure out of the corner of your eye. A tall boy approached, duffel bag slung casually over one shoulder. He slipped into the dugout and sank down onto the bench.

You squinted, trying to make out his features in the dim light. His cap was worn backwards, and he dressed simply in a grey cotton t-shirt and black basketball shorts.

You stood there for a long minute, before turning on your heel and walking away.

Riki sat in the dugout, absentmindedly fiddling with the bottom hem of his t-shirt. He had immediately noticed you, the way your elbows leant into the sharp spikes of the fence, your gaze fixed blankly on the empty field.

From a distance, he watched quietly, the weight of his duffel bag heavy in his grip, rattling with bats and baseballs. Something about the way you looked tugged at him. But he stayed still, hesitant.

Though Riki had quit baseball after high school, the game remained important to him. Even with the pressures of college bearing down on him, he always found time to unwind in the batting cage. Swinging away stress and shaking off worries.

But when he saw you standing there, so different from the person he once knew, a new kind of nervousness gripped him. His throat tightened, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

He looked up one more time, and you were leaving. Back turned towards him, figure disappearing farther into the distance. Yet he sat frozen, fingers digging into his thighs, unable to pick himself up to go after you.

Saturday morning, your phone buzzed relentlessly beside your pillow. You couldn't be bothered to look. Your head was buried deep under the blanket, muffling the world outside.

The buzzing wouldn't quit. With a groan, you finally reached out, fingers fumbling until you grabbed the phone and flipped it toward you. Minju's name lit up the screen. You ran a hand through your messy hair, then sat up, pressing the phone to your ear.

"What?" You murmured half awake, voice laced with exhaustion.

"We're going to that party tonight."

"No we're not." You mumble, falling back against your sheets.

"We have to!" Minju whines, and you can practically see her pleading face through the phone.

"I don't want to. Can't we go to any other party?" you groan, rubbing your temples. The last thing you wanted was to revisit your past.

"Why would you want to go anywhere else? Please, I'll even buy you meals for the next week." Minju begged, desperation spilling out with each word.

"Whatever! Fine! Just don't do anything stupid." You agree, exasperated.

You can hear Minju celebrate over the phone, telling you to look your best tonight and how amazing it's going to be. You can only sit there in silence, knowing who you'd end up trying to look for tonight.

You ended the call with a huff, finally dialing Jake.

The frat house was packed to the brim—bodies pressed close, sweat mingling in the thick, warm air, shoulders bumping, you did your best to keep your drink in the cup. You leaned back against a counter, watching Minju fiercely focused on playing beer pong.

You took a small sip, the sharp burn of alcohol catching your tongue. "Fuck. I can not do these little sips anymore," you muttered, sticking your tongue out slightly in mild disgust.

"Want to take shots?" A light voice murmurs next to you.

You glance over, surprised to spot someone you hadn't noticed before. "Jay!" You smile, putting your cup down.

Jay had been a good friend. Someone you'd grown close to in college, someone easy to talk to, laugh with, lean on. And every now and then, you and him would blur the line between friendship and hookups.

"Hey, glad to see you here." A smile tugs at his lips as his hand slides onto your waist, steady but not too tight, grounding you in the crowded room.

"You haven't talked to me in weeks," he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. "Left me high and dry." Goosebumps ripple across your skin.

"Because we're not serious, Jay," you reply softly, a small smile playing on your lips as you gently push his forehead away from your neck.

He hummed, pulling back and reluctantly leaning against the counter again.

"Haven't you found others to keep you busy?" you teased, picking up the shot he'd poured. Jay smirked, his tone shameless. "You know that girl from our O-Chem class? Hot as hell."

You downed the shot, the burn chasing down your throat as you gave him a smirk.

"I figured." You always noticed the way he looked at her.

Riki stood quietly near the edge of the crowd, his grip tightening around his solo cup until the plastic bent in on itself under the pressure of his fingers. Music pulsed through the house, but all he could hear was the pounding in his ears.

Jake had mentioned earlier, too casually, that he'd finally convinced his little sister to come tonight. And ever since, Riki's heart hadn't let him breathe right.

His eyes weaved through the crowd, stumbling students and people hooking up. His eyes landed past the beer pong game, finally finding you.

He watched you closely. He watched the way you half-smiled into your cup, pretending to enjoy whatever was inside, the way your shoulders tensed just slightly, like you didn't quite like being in the chaos around you.

Then he saw the boy.

The way he slipped an arm around your waist, leaning in to whisper something against your ear. Riki's brows pulled together, a crease forming in the center of his forehead. His jaw clenched, lips pressing into a thin, unreadable line.

You'd changed. Grown up. The version of you in his memory felt miles away now, soft and distant. Fading. His breath caught when he watched the guy tilt another shot toward your lips, and something inside him snapped. Sharp. Possessive. Aching.

Before he could think twice, his feet moved on their own, cutting through the crowd with quiet urgency.

You and Jay burst into laughter as Minju launched the ping pong ball with horrible form. It bounced off the table and rolled away, her hands thrown up in defeat. Jay crossed his arms in amusement, letting out mild laughs. You swatted at Jay's shoulder, still laughing when she somehow missed again.

But then Jay went quiet.

You turned your head, expecting another sarcastic remark, only to find him standing face to face with someone else. Your smile faded instantly. Your body stiffened.

It was Riki.

His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, the noise of the party seemed to mute itself.

His hair, once blonde, was now darker, messy strands falling into his face. He was taller, broader. There was weight to him now. The soft boyish charm you remembered had been replaced with something sharper. More grown. More real.

And it completely knocked the breath out of you.

"You know him?" Jay mused, eyebrow raised in quiet curiosity. You licked your lips, suddenly aware of how dry your mouth had gone. Your eyes flickered to the side as you hesitated.

"Yeah," you murmured, the word slipping out more shyly than you intended.

Riki's gaze swept over you, lingering briefly on the length of bare thigh your outfit revealed. His eyes met yours again. Intense, unreadable, but softened by something almost.. desperate.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked quietly, voice barely audible over the music.

You stared at him, trying to piece together the look in his eyes. It was too tangled to pull apart. Hurt, longing, maybe even regret.

You stared at him, before nodding incredulously.

Jay shoved his hands in his pockets, watching without a word as Riki pulled you away,

Riki led you outside, the cold breeze fanned your hair. You weren't sure if the goosebumps rising along your arms came from the wind or from him. His hand wrapped around your wrist, warm and steady. It wasn't a forceful grip, but it was enough to make it clear.

He didn't want you slipping away.

"Where are we going?" you asked, breath catching slightly as your legs worked to keep up with his hurried pace.

"I don't know," he muttered, voice low and raw.

He came to an abrupt stop, turning to face you. His eyes found yours, and for a moment he looked like he wanted to say something more. Something honest and heavy.

"I'm acting out of impulse," he admitted, gaze dropping to the pavement between you.

Riki wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. He didn't know where he was leading you, what exactly he wanted to say, or why it suddenly felt unbearable to see you laughing beside someone else.

All he knew was that he had to get you out of there, away from the noise, the crowd, and whatever that party had stirred inside him. The way you looked at him, eyes sparkling in curiosity, it was driving him insane.

You weren't any better. Your carefully built walls were already cracking, your thoughts racing with every unspoken word you'd buried for years. You were seconds away from confessing all the quiet truths you'd never dared to say out loud.

Your facade was finally breaking.

The two of you stood in the stillness, Riki's hand still wrapped around your wrist. Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.

"I need to get something off my chest," you said softly, voice trembling just enough to betray your nerves.

Riki didn't speak. He just stood there, watching you, his expression unreadable, his silence loud, but your heart pounded even louder.

"I've been in love with you. For so long."

The words spilled out, and for a moment, you felt the air still between you. Your eyes met his, your voice steadier now even as your pulse quickened.

"I've always loved you. It's always been you. In my dreams, in the back of my mind, the one I look for in a crowd."

You didn't dare blink. Every word made you feel more exposed, like peeling back every layer you had carefully built over the years.

Riki's hand loosened its hold on your wrist. His mouth parted, breath catching in his throat, but no words came out.

He looked stunned, like he'd just been handed something fragile and wasn't sure how to hold it.

Riki stared at you, completely still. The silence stretched for a beat too long, your breath hitching as your own words echoed in your head. Before you could confess anymore, he pulled you in, embracing you.

Your chest hit his,he wrapped you tightly in his arms. His sweater was warm against your skin, his cologne subtle but familiar, grounding you in the moment. His hand cradled the back of your head, gently pressing your cheek to his chest. You could hear the faint rhythm of his heartbeat, unsteady and erratic.

He rested his chin lightly on top of your head, his voice low and close.

"It's been nothing but the same for me," he whispered. "I'd search for you in the halls, in the bleachers. You've been haunting my memory for so long."

His hand ran slowly up and down your back, fingers brushing over the fabric of your shirt. "I missed you so much," he breathed. "I liked everything about you, ____ and even if I only watched from afar back then, I can't lie and say I didn't think about you every single day."

He pulled back just enough to see you again. His eyes were glossy, glinting under the dim light as they searched your face, then drifted down, lingering like he was memorizing every inch of you in case he lost you again.

You grasped Riki by the collar, pulling him down onto your lips.

Riki's hands quickly slid down, pulling you in by the hips. You had given him a soft kiss, testing the waters.

When Riki had no hesitation chasing another kiss, you let your pent up desperation take over. He kissed you with a fervor that made you stumble, hands tight on your hips, afraid to ever let go.

Your senses filled with him, the taste of alcohol on his tongue, his woody cologne, his hands on you. Your fingers combed through the back of his hair, holding onto the nape of his neck.

Pulling away breathlessly, Riki looks you wide in the eyes. In a hushed tone, he whispers.

"Don't tell your brother."

As soon as his apartment door closes, he has you pressed against the kitchen counter. Riki's hands rest alongside you, caging you against him. He presses open mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands working your dress off, further trailing kisses to your collar bone.

Your breath came out in uneven rags, chest heaving as Riki presses his fingers into the soft plush of your thighs, pulling them apart.

"You know, even your silhouette drives me crazy." He groaned, watching you through lustful, half lidded eyes as he lowered himself level to your damp panties. You stared at him below you, heat rising to your cheeks in embarrassment.

This is the last thing you could have imagined happening tonight. It was like a dream come true for you. The yearning and fantasizing, none of it could prepare you.

The counter was cold against your thighs and the air conditioner blew freezing air on your skin. Yet you were unbearably hot, sweat running down your back. Your nervousness was more visible than anything else.

"Is this your first time?" Riki whispered, licking his lips dubiously. "No." You mumbled, shaking your head. He nodded, pulling the fabric against your core aside, your stomach fluttered.

"You're okay?" He rested his cheek against your knee, reading your face. You could only nod eagerly, unable to form any words.

Riki leans in against your heat, gaze flicking upwards to you, pressing his tongue flat against you. Your body slightly jerked against his mouth, hand flying to his head.

His arms are wrapped tight around you, holding you down from squirming. He hummed against you, tongue sending vibrations that had you tossing your head back, your grip in his hair tightening.

Riki tosses your leg over his shoulder, spreading you wider for him. He lapped against you like a starved man. You cried his name, grinding yourself against his mouth, his nose bumping against your clit just right.

He watched, pupils blown wide. He loved seeing you fall apart on his tongue, choked gasped and whines every time he licked into you just right.

"P-please, Riki. I need you." You begged breathlessly, holding tightly onto his shoulders to ground yourself. Your mind was white with bliss, barely able to grasp reality.

"Do you?" Riki hummed, continuing to mercilessly eat you. Your hips trembled against him, core tightening with each lick.

He pulled away, glancing up at you. Your cheeks were flushed, sweat shone down your body, eyes glassy. Your breath came out in broken gasps, chest heaving as you mumbled about how good it felt.

Riki was tight against his own pants, a tent forming in his blue jeans. He sucked in a breath before standing up and facing you.

"You're so beautiful like this." He whispered against your neck, his hands fiddling to take off his belt. You hooked your fingers into his waistbands, pulling his underwear down along with his jeans.

He sprung out, hitting back against his stomach. His cock stood tall against his body. His tip was a flushed red, glistening with his arousal. He gulped as you took it into your hand, adam's apple bobbing.

You watched him bite his lip as you stroked him, his restraint barely intact. he rested his forehead against your shoulder, small breaths shuddering against your skin as you tugged.

His knuckles turned white against the counter.

"Fuck, I can't take it." He groaned against you, slipping his arms beneath your legs and scooping you up.

He pressed sloppy kisses to your lips, messily licking into your mouth. He carried you to the couch, dropping you back against the cushions.

He quickly lifts his shirt over his head, revealing skin you never thought you'd see. You eyed him up and down, eyes roaming his bare skin.

"Don't look at me like that." Riki laughs, pushing his hair out of his face. You can't help but smile, pulling him down to kiss you. "It's impossible not to." You laughed against his lips.

Riki kissed you with raw passion, all the tension throughout the years finally dissolving. His urgency and temptation changed into tenderness and warmth. His hands roamed your body, fingers pressing into your skin.

His fingers reach in-between you and him, pressing down onto your folds.

You sucked in your breath, pulling away from his lips as soon as you felt the pressure of his fingers. Each press of the pad of his fingers sent waves of pleasure through your body.

Hands hooked around his shoulders, you begged him, "Please just put it in already."

You catch your lip in-between your teeth. Riki loudly exhales through his nose, trying to hide an amused chuckle. He pulls his fingers away from you. "Sorry baby." His lips forming a soft smirk as he looks down.

He presses his dick down with his thumb, lining himself up with your entrance.

As soon as he presses himself in, you let out a hiss through your teeth.

Riki glances at you, his hands firm on your waist. Your nails dig into his back as you endure the painful sting. "Don't move." You murmur, closing your eyes. Riki's chest rises and falls, staring between the two of you.

"You're sucking me in, so fucking tight." His eyebrows furrow as he struggles to not just sink himself into you entirely.

He slowly thrusts into you, pushing your waist down into the cushions.

You grip onto him like a lifeline, he filled you up exactly the way you needed, yet you could barely handle it.

"You're doing so good." Riki leans down, mumbling against your skin, his words are burning hot against you.

You let out a low moan when he suddenly pistons his hips into you with enough force for his tip to brush your cervix.

Soon with enough comfort and rhythm, Riki has himself buried in you to the hilt, snapping his hips with more force each time you cried for more.

He looks at you with nothing but love and effort, his concentration evident as strands of hair stuck to his forehead, sweat beading on his brow.

You cry under him, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Your hands tug at his hair, his lips swallowing any moans slipping out your mouth.

When Riki notices the way your eyes roll back when he thrust in a certain way, he doesn't stop. He repeatedly rams into that sensitive spot that has you gasping and mewling his name.

He watches you sprawled on his couch in awe, the pleasure making him sigh as he sinks into you.

"Not as innocent as i remember, hm?" Riki teases between pants. He watches the way you take him in, eyes shamelessly glued to your pussy. You claw into his biceps, feeling the hard rigid muscle.

"I'll make you feel so much better than all the guys before me." He whispers with a smug smile, the pad of his finger suddenly pressing down onto your clit.

A startled gasp slips out of you, your hands flew to his wrist. "Fuck Riki, m' going to come." You curse, closing your eyes.

Riki hums. "Make a mess, baby, all over me."

He leans down to press a wet kiss on your collarbone. You silently scream when you feel the tension in your stomach finally snap, legs trembling as you grip onto Riki so hard you could bruise him.

Riki fucks you through it, his release practically right behind yours. Soon enough he's buried all the way in you, dick twitching as he repeatedly curses, holding you close to him.

The room is silent.

You and Riki try to catch your breaths. Riki's limp body laid on yours, chest heaving with each exhale. His body was hot against yours, both of your skin sticky from sweat.

You wrapped your arms around him, threading your fingers in his hair, the smell of his shampoo wafting to your nose. His arms wrapped strongly around your back, his nose buried into the crook of your neck.

"You're such a good fuck." You laugh softly, looking down at him. "Mhm. I told you." He mutters. "I love you." You whisper to him, slightly hesitant.

Riki looks up. He pauses, but then smiles wide at you. "I love you more."

"Jake." You call, your elbow leaned against his bedroom door. It was summer yet again, and you and Jake returned home.

The sunlight barely peeked through the curtains, your brother's room dim and warm. Jake was still peacefully asleep in his bed.

"What!?" He groans, folding his pillow over his ears.

"Riki said he's coming over, get your shit cleaned up." You answered, rolling your eyes.

"What? Whatever." He answers half awake, turning his back towards you.

"Don't say I didn't tell you so." You turn your heel, walking away.

Jake mumbles something incoherent, groaning again when he knows you didn't close his door.

You're in the kitchen making yourself breakfast when the door bell rings.

You put down the box of cereal and speed to the door, reaching for the knob. Swinging the door open, you're met with a familiar figure.

Riki looks down at you, hands shoved in his pockets, a grin spread across his face.

"Miss me?" He asks in a hushed tone. "So much." You smile. You turn around, analyzing the empty house.

"Gimme a kiss. Quick."

It was a risk, kissing your brother's best friend while he was home. You knew Jake would put a hand over Riki's chest and forcefully cut in between you and him. But he wasn't just Jake's best friend to you anymore. It was a risk you were willing to take, what were the chances of him waking up now?

Riki raises his eyebrows, eyes darting back and forth past you. "Jake's asleep." You reassure him.

Riki's hands slip around your waist as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

"Close the damn door-" Jake's words cut heavy through the air.

You and Riki's eyes go wide in horror, quickly pushing each other away.

"The hell?" Jake stands in the hallway, somewhat awkward. His face is unreadable as his eyes dart back and forth between you and Riki, eyebrows furrowing as his mouth gapes open.

"Do you guys have something to tell me?" Jake steps forward, purpose in his stride. Time seems to stretch as you and Riki exchange panicked glances, words failing you as you stumble over your responses, hands waving awkwardly.

"Why my sister?" He asks, turning towards him.

"I love her." Riki answers, voice unwavering.

"Trust me when I say this, I've been in love with her for so long Jake. She means the world to me and I've spent so long trying to hide my feelings, but I can't. She's gorgeous and that's the least interesting thing about her." Riki suddenly confesses, eyes widening.

You and Jake lock eyes, both caught off guard. His grip on your wrist eases as he steps back slightly. "At least tell me how long has this been going on?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, his voice gentler now.

You looked at Riki, and then back at Jake. "I've liked him since baseball practice."

Jake looks at you dumbfounded, eyes full of confusion.

"Oh for god's sake, whatever!" He rolls his eyes, outstretching his arms as he turns around. "I'm going back to bed." He calls out, walking back to his bed room.

You and Riki stand at the door, dumbfounded and puzzled looks upon your faces. He looks back down at you as Jake disappears.

Riki pulls you gently into his embrace, resting his chin on your head. "Does that count as approval?" he murmurs softly into your hair. You smile against him. "I'd guess so."

Fin.

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( 재현 ) ; fem!reader x jeong jaehyun

──── a tense argument on the drive home from dinner with jaehyun’s colleagues leaves you fuming, but once you step inside, the fight takes on a different kind of tension. but you know exactly how to push his buttons. and he knows exactly how to pull you back in.

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husbandljaehyun drives with his jaw locked, fingers tight around the wheel as you yell beside him.

"you're impossible, jaehyun!" you exclaim, arms crossing as you turn in your seat to glare at him.

"you never listen. i told you—"

he exhales sharply through his nose, grip tightening even more. his jaw is set, the muscles tensing as he keeps his eyes on the road, but you don't miss the way his fingers flex-restraining himself from responding.

"i heard you the first ten times," he mutters, voice sharp.

"then why do you keep doing it?!"

he doesn't answer, just presses harder on the gas. not dangerously-he'd never put you at risk but enough to make his irritation known.

"jaehyun." your voice drops, stern now. "slow down."

his eyes flick to the speedometer, then to you. his grip loosens just a fraction, but he doesn't apologize.

"you don't get to be mad at me," you continue, voice rising again. "you're the one who-" his hand suddenly moves, fingers curling slightly around your thigh, warm even through the fabric of your pants. it's not affectionate like it usually is. it's a warning.

your breath catches.

he keeps his eyes on the road, but his voice is lower this time, quieter, laced with something heavy.

"stop yelling at me when i'm driving."

and just like that, the fight simmers. not gone, but lingering beneath the weight of his words, of his touch. the car is silent again, but now, it thrums with something else. something unresolved. something that'll have to be dealt with when you get home.

—

the silence in the car was thick, surrounded with something neither of you are willing to touch just yet. your pulse was loud in your ears, matching the rhythmic flex and release of jaehyun’s fingers against your thigh. it’s not a soothing touch. it’s a statement. a reminder that he’s still in control, and still burning with the same frustration you are.

you swallow hard, shifting in your seat, but his grip tightens—just enough to keep you still.

the road stretches ahead, dark and endless, streetlights casting fleeting glows over his face. his expression is unreadable, save for the clench of his jaw, the annoyance simmering low in his eyes.

you glance at the speedometer again. he’s slowed down slightly, and not because you told him to. because he chose to. and that realization stirs something restless in you, something that makes your fingers twitch against your lap.

minutes pass. neither of you speak. the weight of the fight lingers, curling around the air like smoke, thick and stifling. but it’s not just anger anymore. it’s something else.

when jaehyun finally pulls into the driveway, he doesn’t move right away. just sits there, fingers still curled around the wheel, exhaling through his nose. his patience is thinning—you can feel it. he’s waiting.

for you to say something. to push him.; but you don’t.

instead, you unbuckle your seatbelt slowly, eyes on him. he watches you from the corner of his eye, sharp and assessing. you know he feels it too—the tension that’s no longer just about the argument.

without a word, he shuts off the engine. the silence was deafening.

then, his hand leaves the wheel and finds your chin. he turns your face toward him with a grip that isn’t forceful, but firm enough that you know better than to look away. his thumb brushes the corner of your mouth, slow. measured.

“you done yelling at me?” he asks, voice quiet but still thick with something else.

you don’t answer right away. not because you’re scared, but because you’re testing him. because part of you did want to push, just a little further.

his fingers press in slightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you that he’s waiting.

your lips part, a slow inhale. “that depends,” you murmur.

jaehyun’s eyes flick down—to your mouth, and then back up. a muscle jumps in his jaw.

you don’t know who moves first but you both make your way inside.

the moment the door shuts behind you, jaehyun reaches for your coat. his fingers brush your shoulders, firm but careful as he slides it off. he doesn’t speak, doesn’t even look at you, just folds it over his arm before turning away, walking toward the closet to hang it up.

the silence stretches, thick and heavy.

you stand there for a beat, watching the smooth way he moves—the stiff line of his shoulders, the careful way he places your coat on the hook.

it makes your skin itch.

“that’s it?” you finally say, arms crossing tight over your chest. “you’re just going to shut me up and pretend nothing happened?”

jaehyun exhales through his nose, his back still turned to you. for a second, you think he might ignore you, but then he turns, gaze steady.

“i didn’t shut you up.” his voice is calm. “i told you not to yell at me while i’m driving.”

you let out a short, dry laugh. “same thing.”

his jaw tightens, but he doesn’t rise to the bait. instead, he takes a slow step forward, then another, until the space between you feels too small.

“you wanna keep arguing?” he asks, voice quiet but heavy. “because i’m not in the mood to fight with you just to fight.”

you lift your chin, refusing to back down. “oh, so now i’m just looking for a fight?”

his eyes flicker, something dark passing through them. not answering you right away, he watches you with that same unreadable expression he wore all through dinner, the one that made your stomach twist in frustration.

you hate when he gets like this—so in control, so composed, like the argument hasn’t affected him at all.

“don’t do that,” you snap, voice sharp.

jaehyun’s brow lifts slightly. “do what?”

“that. acting like you don’t care.”

“you think I don’t care?” his voice is still quiet, but now there’s something else there. something heavier.

your breath catches, but you don’t let yourself falter. “that’s how it feels when you act like i don’t exist in front of your colleagues.”

jaehyun exhales, running a hand down his face before dragging it through his hair. “i wasn’t ignoring you,” he says, and this time, there’s something raw beneath the evenness of his voice. “i was trying to be professional. i can’t always—” he stops himself, jaw clenching.

you step closer, testing. “you can’t always what?”

he looks at you, eyes dark and searching, and for the first time all night, his restraint slips just a little. his fingers twitch at his sides, like he’s holding himself back from touching you, from grabbing you.

the tension between you shifts, no longer just frustration but something else entirely—something neither of you are ready to name.

jaehyun takes a slow breath, his voice lower now when he finally speaks. “go upstairs.”

you blink. “excuse me?”

his gaze drops to your mouth for the briefest second before meeting your eyes again, unwavering. “go upstairs,” he repeats, softer this time, but laced with something unmistakable.

a command.

you feel your pulse jump.

and just like that, the argument is no longer the most pressing thing between you.

“the hell i will,” you snap, arms crossing tighter over your chest. “you don’t get to just walk in here and order me around like nothing happened.”

jaehyun exhales, but the way his fingers flex at his sides betrays him. he’s still wound tight, still restraining himself. he looks at you for a beat, eyes dark and unreadable, before shaking his head.

“of course,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. “you always have to talk back.”

you take a step closer, defiant. “and you always have to shut down the second i call you out.”

his jaw clenches. then, before you can react, he moves.

not rough, not rushed—but fast enough that you barely register the shift before his hand is on your waist, the other reaching up, fingers skimming along the side of your neck, his palm settling warm against your throat. not pressing, just holding.

your breath catches for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

the air between you heats, heavy with something unresolved, something neither of you want to acknowledge just yet.

brushing his thumb over your jaw, he speaks again.

“you think i don’t care?” he murmurs, repeating your words from earlier, his voice lower now, rougher. his thumb now tracing the rapid pulse at your throat, and his lips press into a tight line—he notices.

your stomach twists, but you force yourself to hold his gaze. “you have a funny way of showing it, if you do.”

jaehyun exhales sharply, shaking his head again, but his hand doesn’t move. his grip isn’t tight, but it’s firm enough that you feel the weight of it.

“go upstairs,” he says, voice calm but assertive.

you hesitate, just for a second, your pride keeping you grounded.

his hand tightens, just slightly—a reminder, a test.

“don’t make me say it again.”

your breath shudders out of you. the fight still simmers, still lingers between you, but something has shifted. it’s no longer about words.

you don’t say anything.

you just turn and go.

—

the moment you enter your shared room, you pause, heart rate thrumming in your ears. you can hear jaehyun behind you, his steps slow, measured. unrushed.

you can feel the weight of his gaze on you, and something about it keeps you frozen in place.

his hand finds your wrist first, fingers curling just enough to turn you, just enough to make you face him. He’s close again, closer than before, his presence taking up all the space between you.

your breath hitches.

jaehyun studies you, his expression unreadable, but his grip on you tells you everything you need to know.

“this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he says, voice low, smooth. not accusing. Just knowing.

your stomach flips. “what?”

his lips twitch, like he sees right through you. hand sliding from your wrist, up your arm, his touch slow, deliberate, until his fingers press into the dip of your waist.

“you push,” he murmurs, his voice dropping, his other hand coming up to brush your jaw. “you test me. you know exactly what you’re doing.”

you shudder, and his fingers tighten—just barely.

“i wasn’t—” you start, but the words tangle in your throat when his thumb skims over your cheekbone, his touch light, teasing.

jaehyun tilts his head slightly, considering. then he leans in, just enough that his next words brush warm against your lips.

“liar.”

your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt without thinking, and jaehyun exhales, shaking his head like you’ve just proven his point.

for a moment, you think he’s going to kiss you. you feel it. the way his grip on you tightens, the way his breath mingles with yours.

but he doesn’t.

instead, he leans in further, lips grazing the shell of your ear, and murmurs, “still mad at me?”

your stomach twists, and you hate the way heat coils low in your spine, the way your body betrays you even as your pride screams at you to stay angry.

so you do the only thing you can.

you pull away, just enough to meet his gaze.

“yes,” you whisper, but it’s breathless, shaky, and he hears it.

and he smirks.

jaehyun hums, low and knowing. his grip on your waist tightens just slightly—like he’s testing you, waiting for you to push back again.

you should. you should stay mad, should remind him why this all started in the first place. but standing here, pressed against him, his breath warm against your skin, the sharp edges of your anger have dulled into something else entirely.

something tempting.

jaehyun tilts his head, studying you, his fingers flexing against your waist like he’s debating his next move. and then, so slowly it makes your stomach twist, he leans in again, his lips brushing just over the hinge of your jaw.

not quite a kiss.

your breath shallows.

he stays there, close enough that you feel every slow, measured inhale he takes, before murmuring, “you don’t sound mad.”

the words send a fresh wave of frustration through you, but before you can snap at him, his hands shift. one pressing firmer at your waist, the other sliding up your spine, his palm resting warm between your shoulder blades. it’s possessive, grounding, and it makes your skin tingle.

“say it again,” he murmurs, lips brushing the skin just below your ear this time. “tell me how mad you are.”

your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. you should shove him away. you should say something sharp, remind him that he doesn’t get to do this after ignoring you all night.

but you don’t.

instead, your fingers tighten in his shirt, and jaehyun exhales, like he already knew this was coming.

and then, he moves.

one second, you’re standing in the entryway of the room, caught in a push and pull you don’t understand. the next, jaehyun is walking you back, leisurely, until your legs hit the bed.

you gasp slightly, gripping his arms for balance, but he’s steady, already anticipating the movement. his hands never leave you, guiding you down so your back meets the soft, pillowy sheets.

jaehyun hovers over you, one hand braced on the mattress, the other still resting against your waist. his gaze flickers over your face, taking in the flush of your cheeks, the way your breathing changes when his thumb brushes the curve of your hip.

and then he smirks again, just barely.

“still mad?” he asks, softer this time, like he’s giving you one last chance to fight him on this.

and you know if you tell him no, he’ll stop. he’ll get up, he’ll let you go, he won’t push.

but you don’t want him to stop.

so instead, you lift your chin, meeting his gaze, and whisper, “make me forgive you.”

jaehyun exhales sharply, like he’s been waiting for you to say it.

and then, finally—he kisses you.

jaehyun’s lips move with purpose against yours, pressing you back against the mattress, his weight settling over you.

pulling back, his lips hover over yours, just close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath, but he doesn’t kiss you again. not yet.

your hands find his shoulders, then drift lower, gripping the fabric of his buttoned shirt like you need something to hold onto. your heart is racing, your body still humming with the remnants of the fight, with the tension that hasn’t faded but shifted into something else entirely.

jaehyun watches you, his gaze flickering over your face, taking in every shallow breath, every slight movement, every unspoken word.

then, his hand moves again—fingertips tracing down your side, slipping just beneath your dress that had ridden up as he laid you down, skimming over the bare skin of your thigh, slow, teasing.

your body reacts before you can stop it—a small, sharp inhale, the slightest muscle flex. and of course jaehyun notices.

his smirk is barely there, just a slight curve of his lips, but you feel it more than you see it.

his fingers press just a little firmer against your skin, his touch warm, firm.

“forgiven yet?” he murmurs, voice low, smooth, coaxing.

you should say no. you should make him work for it, should remind him of the sharp words exchanged in the car, of the frustration still lingering beneath the surface.

but then his thumb brushes over your the inner part of your thigh, slow, featherlight, and your breath stutters—just enough for him to catch it.

his smirk deepens.

jaehyun dips his head, his lips grazing the side of your throat, the spot just beneath your jaw where he knows you’re most sensitive.

you shiver, goosebumps beginning to form on your skin.

and that’s all he needs.

his voice is quiet, knowing, smug in a way that sends warmth curling low in your stomach.

“thought so.”

his weight pressed just enough against you to keep you right where he wants you. his smirk is still there, subtle but undeniably smug, like he’s already won. like he knows exactly what you’re going to do next.

but he should know by now—you never make things that easy for him.

before he can react, you press both hands to his chest and push, twisting your body just enough to catch him off guard. he grunts softly as he falls back against the mattress, and in the next second, you’re on top of him, legs straddling his waist, palms flat against his chest.

his brows lift, a slow, amused smile creeping onto his face. “oh?” his hands move to settle comfortably on your hips.

you lean in, letting your lips just barely brush against his, close enough that you feel the way his breath hitches. then, as softly as he had whispered it to you earlier, you murmur,

“thought so.”

jaehyun exhales a quiet laugh, his hands gripping at your hips, fingers curling just enough to make you shiver. “cute,” he murmurs, voice rich with amusement.

but before you can bask in your small victory, his grip tightens, and with zero effort, he moves.

one second, you’re on top of him, in control. the next, you’re flat on your back again, his body pressing you into the mattress, his smirk now full and satisfied.

he tilts his head, studying you beneath him, his fingers brushing slow, lazy circles against your skin.

“nice try, though,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your jaw.

your pulse flutters, and he notices. of course, he notices.

his smirk deepens.

you huff, pretending to be unimpressed, but when his hands slide a little lower, his touch warm and unfaltering, you know—he’s already won.

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