No.1 fanboy!

Hey, this is completely different from my last work "Obsessed with me already?" I have to say that this work contains explicit content so if you are not comfortable please skip this.
It is also purely fictional so nothing from this one shot has happened in real life!

If the ages are not making sense; they are all grown up, ofc the 02z are the same age again and they are all 26, hee is one year older.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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December 9, 2022.

The winter air was sharp enough to bite through skin, but inside Jake and Heeseung’s house, it smelled like vanilla cake and sweet strawberry frosting.

It was Ni-ki’s third birthday, and the little toddler was currently running around in a fuzzy dinosaur onesie, giggling like crazy while Jake chased him.

Sunghoon had been sitting on the couch, laughing along with them, feeling a rare moment of genuine warmth.

He loved kids so much.

He had always dreamed of having a huge family one day, a house filled with laughter and little footsteps.

But then his phone had buzzed in his pocket.

It was his dad.

God, that old bastard, again.

"Yes, dad—,"

"Get outside. Now," the voice had barked before hanging up.

Sunghoon’s stomach did a violent flip.

His father had been acting weird for a week, ever since he accidentally left his journal on his desk at home—a journal containing a deeply personal, handwritten love letter addressed to a boy he had a massive crush on.

He hadn't sent it, but the words were clear enough.

Stepping out onto the dark, icy driveway, Sunghoon shivered.

His dad was standing under the dim streetlamp, his face twisted in pure disgust.

He didn't even wait for Sunghoon to speak before throwing a crumpled piece of paper at his chest.

It was the letter.

"What the fuck is this, Sunghoon?" his dad hissed, his voice trembling with rage.

Sunghoon swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice calm, trying to maintain that steady, gentle composure he always used to survive his family.

"It's exactly what it looks like, Dad. I'm gay. I was going to tell you—"

A loud, echoing slap cut him off, knocking his face to the side.

The sting on his cheek was immediate, burning hot against the freezing December air.

"You absolute disgrace," his dad snarled, stepping closer, his breath fogging up in the night.

"A fag? In my house? I knew you were a disappointment, but this? Your mother is looking down from heaven right now, completely disgusted."

"Leave mom out this!"

"She died giving birth to you, Sunghoon. She sacrificed her entire life so you could live, and you repay her by being a fucking freak?"

"Dad, stop—,"

"By being a pervert? You are the reason she's dead, and you can't even be a fucking normal man."

"Dad, stop, please," Sunghoon whispered, tears burning his eyes as he tried to remain calm, but the psychological blows hurt infinitely worse than the physical ones.

He had carried the guilt of his mother’s death his entire life, a weapon his dad never hesitated to use.

Another slap cracked across his jaw, harder this time, stumbling him backward into the frozen grass.

Tasting copper in his mouth.

"Don't tell me to stop! You are a waste of space! A disgusting—"

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!"

The front door slammed open.

Jake and Heeseung came rushing down the porch steps, their faces pale with shock.

Heeseung practically tackled himself between Sunghoon and his father, his large frame completely blocking the older man, a punch landed rigth in the eldest mans face. Blood running down his nose.

While Jake knelt down, wrapping his arms around Sunghoon’s trembling shoulders.

"Get the hell off my property!" Heeseung yelled at Sunghoon’s dad, his voice dangerously dark.

"If you ever touch him again, I swear to God I'll call the cops!"

His dad just spat out blood on the driveway, whiping his nose with the back of his palm, casting one last look of utter revulsion at Sunghoon.

"Keep the freak. He's no son of mine anyway."

Sunghoon choked on a sob, burying his face in Jake’s sweater, the agonizing memory burning itself deep into his brain—

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP—

With a violent gasp, Sunghoon shot upright in bed, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.

"What the fuck..."

He stared at the familiar walls of his apartment, the soft morning light filtering through the blinds.

His phone was buzzing loudly on his nightstand. It was just his 6 AM alarm.

He rubbed his face with both hands, letting out a long, shaky breath.

"What a fucking nightmare," he muttered to himself, his voice raspy.

It was early April 2026 now.

Almost four years had passed since that night.

He still communicated with his dad on rare occasions, but only because the man kept stubbornly arranging blind dates with random pretty girls, foolishly believing that a beautiful woman could somehow make him quit liking dick.

Sunghoon never went, or if he was forced to, he made sure to politely make it clear he was entirely uninterested.

They told him he was wasting his life.

They told him his obsession with a certain K-pop idol was pathetic.

Because yes, Park Sunghoon, a 26 year old second-grade teacher, was absolutely, hopelessly obsessed with Park Jongseong.

Also known as Jay.

Jay, yes...Jay.

Sunghoon traced his hands on the idols jawilne. God, his whole room is full of Jay's posters and merch.

"Good morning, pretty." He muttered, kissing the poster.

Pathetic. Isn't he?

Jay was a wildly famous solo artist who had debuted under the radar in late November 2023 and instantly skyrocketed to stardom. The entire industry was in love with him.

He was everyone's favorite cutie pie, always being sweet and polite to everyone he met.

But to the fans, he was a lethal force.

He had this stunning, sun-kissed tan skin—a beautiful contrast to the typical pale K-pop standard, thanks to him being born in Seattle, America.

He possessed sharp, aristocratic facial features and a jawline so insanely sharp that fans literally joked it could cut glass.

And then there was his smirk.

That fucking smirk.

It was a half-confident, half-teasing curl of his lips that made Sunghoon’s soul leave his body every time he saw it on a screen.

Sunghoon used to lie awake at night wondering what those lips would feel like pressing against his own plump ones.

Unlike a lot of loud, explosive soloists, Jay’s music was soulful, soft, and deeply meaningful, reminiscent of sweet, romantic melodies that just made you want to fall in love.

He already had around fifty songs in his discography, including his biggest, ultimate hit, Helium.

Sunghoon was such a massive fanboy that he had actually managed to attend a fansign a few months ago.

The memory still made him dizzy. Sunghoon had walked up to the table, looking like a total prince himself—being 6'2 with broad shoulders, a model-like face, and a naturally calm, elegant aura.

People usually mistook Sunghoon for being cold-hearted or selfish because of how intensely handsome and intimidating he looked, but in reality, he was the literal sweetest, most gentle person alive.

At the fansign, Sunghoon had nervously decided to play a little game to hide his overwhelming crush.

Sunghoon had asked for "advice on how to ask someone out," and Jay had literally frozen, staring straight at Sunghoon’s plump lips before leaning in and saying; 'Are you kidding? You are insanely handsome. There is absolutely no way any girl would ever say no to you. Trust me.'

(Yes, a girl. A girl migth not say no to him.)

A fan had filmed the entire interaction, and the video had gone viral online, with netizens screaming about the gorgeous fan who made Jay flustered.

Cause there's no fucking way, that he had also caught Jay staring at his lips. Rigth?

What Sunghoon didn't know—and what his best friend Jake was actively suffering through—was that Jay was actually Jake’s older cousin.

And Jay was not just casually interested; he was completely, hopelessly, desperately obsessed with Sunghoon.

Just last week, Jay had gone to extreme lengths.

He had literally booked an official appointment at Jake’s private psychology practice, showing up under a fake name and dressing up in a massive trench coat just to sit in a chair and aggressively complain about his love life.

"Jake, you don't understand!" Jay had groaned, throwing his head back dramatically on the therapy couch while Jake pinched the bridge of his nose in sheer exhaustion.

"I need you to introduce me to your friend Sunghoon. I am going to marry that man. I want to be his wife. I want to cook for him, clean for him, and bear his children. I saw the viral edit of us at the fansign, Jake! Did you see his chest? His arms? He looks like the perfect dad. I am so fucking horny for him it’s a medical emergency. Just give me his fucking number!"

Jake had flatly refused, telling Jay to stop abusing his professional scheduling system to simp over his best friend.

Sunghoon dragged himself out of bed and got dressed for work.

Because the April weather was unexpectedly splitting into a sudden, intense heatwave, he threw on a tight, form-fitting white t-shirt that hugged his broad chest and definition well, showing off the muscle he’d built up over years of skating, paired with dark trousers.

Standing in front of his bathroom mirror, he brushed his teeth and noticed the faint, dark shadow of stubble growing along his chin. He ran a finger over it, completely forgetting that he needed to shave, but he was already running late.

"Fuck it," he mumbled, grabbing his keys and heading out the door.

The morning flew by in a blur of grading and morning announcements.

When the recess bell rang, Sunghoon headed down to the teacher’s lounge to grab a much-needed iced coffee.

Sitting at the table was his closest colleague and work bestie, Chaewon.

She was 30, a 6th-grade teacher, a proud lesbian, and happily married to her wife, Yunjin.

She and Sunghoon had clicked instantly over their shared status as the school’s resident queer educators, and their break times were usually filled with them talking shit about other teachers.

"Oh look, the resident heartthrob has arrived," Chaewon sarcastically greeted him, leaning back in her chair and sipping her drink.

"Why are you wearing a shirt that tight, Hoon? Are you trying to give the PTA mothers a heart attack?"

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, sitting down across from her.

"Shut up, Chae. It's fucking boiling outside. I didn't think the AC in the west wing would be completely broken today."

"Mhm, sure. Excuses," she teased, before leaning in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Anyway, did you hear about Ms. Kim from the math department? She was totally throwing herself at Mr. Lee during the staff meeting yesterday. Like, girl, have some shame. Everyone knows he’s deeply closeted and actively swiping on Grindr under the desk."

Sunghoon let out a low, amused laugh.

"Are you serious? God, some of the people in this building are a absolute mess."

"Only at this building? Tsk."

"At least they keep things entertaining..."

"Exactly. Speaking of a mess, how are the blind dates going? Has your dad sent you any more profile pictures of daughters of his corporate buddies?"

Sunghoon groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"Don't even remind me. He sent me three text messages yesterday about some girl who majors in classical piano. Like, dad, I don't care if she can play Chopin with her toes, I am not attracted to women. It’s a literal waste of time. I’m never going to know or love any of these girls."

"Honestly, just tell him you're saving yourself for your pop star husband," Chaewon laughed, nudging his arm.

Sunghoon’s cheeks flushed a faint pink, and he quickly took a sip of his coffee to hide it. Chaewon wasn't entirely wrong.

"Leave, my husband out of your fucking mouth, noona." Sunghoon muttered softly, rolling his eyes at the woman.

"Hey. The man is fine as fuck, I'll give you that. Still, you are so fucking pathetic."

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Go back to your gremlins."

"Alright, settle down everyone!" Sunghoon called out with a warm smile.

"Before we line up for dismissal, let's finish up our drawing activity about our families. Who wants to share what they wrote?"

A little boy with a bright smile raised his hand enthusiastically.

It was Ni-ki, Jake and Heeseung’s son. Jake had found out that he is pregnat at 19. Sunghoon was always by his side whilst this hard time, thankfully he had Heeseung too.

Sunghoon has been with Ni-ki since the day the kid was born.

"Hoonhoon! I drew my appa Jake and my dad Hee!" Ni-ki proudly held up his crayon drawing.

"And I also drew my cool uncle! He lives in a big house and he sings a lot of songs on TV!"

Sunghoon chuckled, walking over to pat Ni-ki’s head gently.

"That's wonderful, Niks. Your uncle sounds like a very talented singer."

Sunghoon didn't think much of it, assuming the kid’s uncle just did local theater or karaoke.

"Alright, pack up your bags, everyone. It's time to go home for the weekend!"

The kids cheered, scrambling to grab their backpacks.

Sunghoon walked them out to the front gate of the school, where parents were already lined up to collect their children.

As the crowd of students thinned out, Ni-ki stood by Sunghoon’s side, tugging on the hem of his tight white t-shirt.

"Hoonhoon, my dad and appa are busy today, so my singing uncle is picking me up! He said he's going to buy me a giant chocolate ice cream!"

"Oh, really?" Sunghoon smiled down at him, adjusting his grip on a heavy stack of cardboard boxes he needed to move to the storage shed later.

"Well, make sure you don't eat too much before dinner, okay?"

Just then, a sleek, expensive sports car with heavily tinted windows pulled up smoothly to the curb right in front of the school gates.

The driver’s side door opened, and a figure stepped out, causing Sunghoon’s entire brain to instantly short-circuit.

It was Park Jongseong.

Jay had purposely dressed in an outfit designed to evade paparazzi while fully embracing his personal, slightly feminine style preferences.

He was wearing an oversized, plunging V-neck cream t-shirt with a vintage graphic print across the front, paired with incredibly short, lace-up black denim shorts that fully showed off his toned legs and smooth skin.

On his feet were massive, fluffy leopard-print boots, and he carried a brown leather designer handbag on his forearm.

His look was completed with heavy silver hoop earrings, spiked bracelets, and a stack of rings.

To hide his face, he wore a black mask, but the moment his eyes locked onto Sunghoon, he pulled the mask down to his chin.

Sunghoon felt the breath completely leave his lungs.

Park fucking Jongseong was at his elementary school.

"Uncle Jay!" Ni-ki squealed with delight, breaking away from Sunghoon’s side and running full speed toward the idol, throwing his small arms around Jay’s waist.

Jay caught the little boy easily, letting out a soft, melodious laugh that sounded like music to Sunghoon’s ears.

"Hey there, buddy! Did you miss me?" Jay cooed, ruffling Ni-ki’s hair.

But Jay's eyes weren't on his nephew. They were locked onto Sunghoon.

Up close, Jay felt his own heart hammer violently against his ribs.

Sunghoon looked devastatingly attractive.

The tight white t-shirt left absolutely nothing to the imagination, showing off the broad outline of his chest and the thick, defined muscles of his biceps.

And the stubble? The slight patch of dark hair growing along Sunghoon's sharp chin made Jay’s knees go weak.

He looked so incredibly rugged, like a handsome, dependable father figure. Jay’s mind instantly spiraled into a flurry of chaotic, deeply inappropriate thoughts.

Oh my god, he's so hot. I want him to pin me down. I want to carry his babies right now. Please just marry me.

Trying desperately to maintain his cool idol image, Jay walked up to the school gate, holding Ni-ki’s hand.

He offered Sunghoon his signature, sharp smirk—the very one Sunghoon was completely obsessed with.

"Hi," Jay said, his voice dropping into a smooth, slightly raspy register.

"You must be Ni-ki's teacher. I'm Jay."

Sunghoon felt his knees trembling.

He swallowed hard, trying to summon every ounce of his professional teacher persona.

"U-Uh, yes. I'm Park Sunghoon. It's... it's really nice to meet you, Mr. Park."

They reached out to shake hands.

The moment their palms met, a jolt of electricity seemed to pass between them. Sunghoon’s large, warm hand completely engulfed Jay’s smaller one.

They stood there, frozen, just staring at each other.

Internally, both of them were absolutely screaming, completely dying of a mutual, overwhelming crush.

Jay's eyes unconsciously drifted down to Sunghoon’s plump, pink lips, his gaze lingering there for a beat too long.

He forced himself to look back up, clearing his throat awkwardly as he tried to flirt without making it too obvious.

"Ni-ki talks about you all the time. He says you're the best teacher in the world. Honestly, looking at you... I can see why the kids like you so much. You have a very... calm, sweet energy."

Sunghoon’s cheeks burned bright red.

"Thank you. I really love my job. I love working with kids... I've always wanted a big family of my own, actually."

Jay’s brain practically exploded.

A big family?! He wants a big family?! Jay’s inner thoughts went into overdrive.

I can give you that! I can literally get pregnant for you! I will cook, I will clean, just take me home!

Shy and suddenly flustered by his own wild thoughts, Jay tried to keep the conversation going, his eyes darting back to Sunghoon's biceps.

"That's amazing. Most guys your age aren't really family-oriented."

"Yeah, well... my dad actually wanted me to become a doctor," Sunghoon admitted with a soft, slightly self-deprecating chuckle. "He thinks teaching is a waste of time."

Jay’s expression instantly softened, his protective instincts flaring up.

He realized their hands were still connected in a handshake. Instead of pulling away, Jay gently squeezed Sunghoon’s hand, his fingers lingering over the warm skin.

"That’s a real shame. A doctor? The world has enough doctors, but it doesn't have enough people who care about kids the way you do."

Jay paused, his voice turning gentle. "What about your mom? What does she think?"

Sunghoon’s breath hitched slightly, but he chose to be honest.

"My mom passed away when I was born, actually."

Jay’s eyes widened in genuine sorrow.

He felt a sudden, deep wave of empathy for the gorgeous man standing before him.

"Oh... oh god, I'm so sorry, Sunghoon. I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's okay, really," Sunghoon replied softly, comforted by the genuine warmth in the idol's eyes.

Jay swallowed, feeling incredibly shy but determined to make a move.

"How... how can I treat you back for asking such an awkward question? Let me make it up to you. Can I buy you a coffee?"

Sunghoon’s heart leaped into his throat.

"A-A coffee is fine, actually. I'd really like that."

Before Jay could respond, a sharp, annoying voice interrupted them.

"Oh, Mr. Park! There you are!"

Another teacher, a woman from the upper grades who had been aggressively trying to flirt with Sunghoon for months, sauntered over.

She paid absolutely no attention to Jay.

Instead, she stepped right up into Sunghoon’s personal space, placing a touchy, unwelcome hand directly onto his bicep.

"The principal needs those heavy supply boxes moved to the storage shed right now," she said in a sweet, overly affectionate voice that made Sunghoon internally cringe.

She glanced at Jay with a dismissive, bitchy sneer.

"Mr. Park is a very busy man, so I'm afraid he doesn't have time for idle chit-chat today."

Jay’s sassy, possessive side instantly flared up.

He looked down at her hand on Sunghoon’s arm and felt a sharp wave of jealousy.

Step off, bitch, he thought aggressively.

Jay stepped forward, crossing his arms and flashing a cool, deadly smile.

"Actually, Mr. Park and I were just arranging a coffee date. And since he has to move those boxes..." Jay turned his gaze back to Sunghoon, his eyes softening significantly as he gave him a shy, lingering look.

"I'll wait for him. Ni-ki and I can sit on the bench right over there until you're finished."

The female teacher’s jaw dropped in disbelief, completely stunned by the stranger's boldness.

Sunghoon felt like he was floating.

"I... I'll be as fast as I can," he promised, his voice breathless.

"Take your time, handsome," Jay murmured softly, the compliment slipping out before he could stop himself.

Realizing what he had just said, Jay’s face turned bright red.

He quickly grabbed Ni-ki’s hand, spinning around to walk toward the school benches.

"Come on, Ni-ki, let's go wait for your teacher."

Sunghoon stood frozen by the gate, his mind entirely blank as he watched Jay’s retreating figure—specifically noting how the incredibly short denim shorts perfectly accentuated the idol's legs.

Did Park Jongseong... just call me handsome? Sunghoon thought, his heart pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears.

There is no fucking way.

Meanwhile, Jay sat down on the wooden bench a few yards away, his heart racing just as fast. He buried his glowing red face in his hands, groaning softly.

"Oh my god, I actually said that out loud," he whispered to himself.

Ni-ki looked up from his seat, kicking his legs back and forth happily.

"Uncle Jay? Why is your face so red? Are you sick?"

Jay pulled his hands away, looking down at his nephew. He took a deep breath, trying to play it cool.

"No, buddy, I'm fine. Hey... tell me more about your teacher. Tell me everything about Hoonhoon."

Ni-ki beamed, always happy to talk about his favorite person.

"Hoonhoon is the best! He always gives us stickers, and he never gets mad like the other teachers. He plays with us at recess, and he's super strong! He can lift three chairs at the same time!"

Jay listened intently, a soft, incredibly dorky smile spreading across his face as he rested his chin in his hands.

Strong, sweet, loves kids, wants a big family...

"He's perfect," Jay whispered to himself, completely love-struck.

"He is literally going to be my husband."

Ni-ki kicked his legs back and forth against the wooden bench, his small hands gripping the edge of the seat as he looked up at Jay with wide, completely serious seven-year-old eyes.

"And you know what else, Uncle Jay?" Ni-ki leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a dramatic whisper as if he were sharing a top-secret government file.

"Hoonhoon is actually a superhero. I saw him catch a soccer ball with one hand when Donghyuk kicked it way too high. It was going like a million miles an hour and it was gonna smash the window, but Hoonhoon just went bam! and saved the whole school."

Jay let out a soft, breathy laugh, his heart melting into a puddle right there on the playground.

He rested his elbows on his knees, completely captivated.

"A superhero, huh? Wow. Did he wear a cape?"

"No, because superheroes have to hide their identities, duh!" Ni-ki said, rolling his eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"But he is super fast. And he's really smart too. He knows every single word in the dictionary. Even the really long ones like... responsibility. He taught us that word yesterday. He said it means taking care of the people you love. He takes care of all of us!"

Jay’s chest tightened with a sweet, aching warmth.

He couldn't stop staring at the school entrance, desperately waiting for that broad-shouldered stallion of a man to walk back out.

Responsibility, Jay thought, a goofy smile stretching across his face.

God, he’s so gentle. A literal giant teddy bear. I want him to take care of me so fucking bad.

"And guess what?" Ni-ki continued, shifting excitedly on the bench, his exaggerations getting wilder by the second.

"Hoonhoon can also fly on the ice! Appa and Dad took me to see him at the big ice rink last month. He was spinning so fast he turned into a literal tornado, Uncle Jay! I thought he was gonna fly right through the roof! Everyone was clapping and cheering for him. He looked like a prince."

"A prince who turns into a tornado," Jay repeated, a soft chuckle vibrating in his throat.

He felt a sudden, intense surge of jealousy toward the random people at the ice rink who got to watch Sunghoon glide across the ice.

He could just picture it—Sunghoon’s long, muscular legs moving gracefully, his tight shirt clinging to his chest as he moved.

Jesus Christ, I need to go to the ice rink immediately.

"Yeah!" Ni-ki nodded aggressively, his messy blonde hair bouncing.

He stopped for a second, tilting his head as he analyzed his uncle's completely spaced-out expression.

Ni-ki might only be seven, but he spent twenty-four hours a day around Jake and Heeseung, meaning he knew exactly what people looked like when they were totally whipped.

Ni-ki pointed a finger at Jay’s face.

"Uncle Jay, you’re doing the exact same face Dad makes when Appa brings home the expensive pastries. You're looking at Hoonhoon's door like you want to eat it."

Jay’s cheeks instantly flared up in a bright, hot crimson.

He choked on his own saliva, coughing quickly as he looked around to make sure no fans or lingering parents were watching him get read to filth by a second-grader.

"I—I am not! I'm just... being polite. He's your teacher, Niks, I have to respect him."

"No, you like him!" Ni-ki giggled, clapping his hands together.

"You kept holding his hand for like a hundred years. I counted! It was so long!"

"It was a normal greeting in America," Jay lied through his teeth, his sassy demeanor completely crumbling under his nephew's interrogation.

"Well, we are in Korea, and you looked like you wanted to kiss his face," Ni-ki countered with a triumphant smirk that looked dangerously like Jay's own.

Then, a brilliant, seven-year-old lightbulb went off in Ni-ki's head.

His eyes went completely round, and he gasped so loudly a nearby sparrow flew off its branch.

"Oh my god! Uncle Jay!"

"What? What's wrong?!" Jay panicked, instantly checking the perimeter.

"You should marry Hoonhoon!" Ni-ki shouted, completely devoid of a volume control slider.

Jay practically threw his hand over Ni-ki’s mouth, his heart leaping straight into his throat.

"Shh! Quiet! Don't scream that out loud, you little menace!" He whispered-yelled, his face burning so hot he thought his skin might actually melt off.

Ni-ki mumbled against Jay’s palm until Jay slowly pulled his hand away.

"But it makes total sense!" Ni-ki insisted, waving his arms around.

"Hoonhoon said he wants a big family and tons of babies. And you always say you want a baby because you're lonely and you have too much money! So, you can just marry Hoonhoon, and then Hoonhoon can be my uncle and you can give him all the babies he wants! Then I can have ten cousins to play video games with!"

Jay’s brain completely melted down.

Hearing his secret, highly private mpreg anatomy casually summarized by a seven-year-old on a public school bench was a level of embarrassment he hadn't prepared for today.

Jay bit his lower lip, his gaze wandering back to the school doors.

The vision of Sunghoon’s massive, veiny hands rubbing a pregnant belly—his pregnant belly—while whispering sweet things in that deep, raspy voice flashed through Jay's mind.

He could already picture himself in a cute apron, cooking a massive feast for Sunghoon and their small army of children, while Sunghoon came up behind him, wrapping those massive arms around his waist and lifting him off his feet.

Fuck, Jay thought, his thighs squeezing together instinctively under his short denim shorts.

I am so delulu. I am literally ready to legally change my last name to Park—wait, we have the same last name. Perfect. It's fate. I am going to be his wife.

"Hey," Jay said, turning back to Ni-ki, his voice suddenly very serious as he pointed a finger at the kid.

"You cannot tell Hoonhoon any of that, okay? If you tell him, I will personally confiscate your Nintendo Switch for a whole month. Understood?"

Ni-ki pouted, crossing his arms.

"Fine. But you better ask him out on a date for real, Uncle Jay. If Ms. Shin steals him, I'm gonna cry, and then Appa will be mad at you."

"Don't worry," Jay muttered, his eyes narrowing as he remembered the touchy first-grade teacher.

A competitive spark ignited in his chest.

"Nobody is stealing my man. I mean—your teacher. Nobody is stealing your teacher."

The heavy double doors of the school building finally swung open, and Sunghoon walked out, adjusting the tight white sleeves of his t-shirt.

He looked a little flushed from carrying those heavy supply boxes, his broad chest rising and falling with his breath.

A few stray drops of sweat glided down his neck, disappearing under his collar, and he ran a hand through his hair to push it out of his eyes.

Sitting on the bench, Jay’s breath hitched all over again.

He subtly squeezed his thighs together, his eyes tracing the line of Sunghoon’s shoulders.

How can a second-grade teacher look like a high-fashion model? It’s literally criminal.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Sunghoon said as he approached, his voice smooth and calm.

He completely ignored Ms. Shin, who was still lingering near the school entrance, glaring daggers at them.

"The principal had more boxes than I expected."

"Oh, it's totally fine! We didn't mind waiting at all," Jay said quickly, his voice tilting into that slightly higher, shy register he only used when he was flustered.

He stood up, smoothing down his oversized cardigan, which slid slightly off his shoulder to reveal his tan collarbone.

He gave Sunghoon a sweet, vulnerable smile.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah, let's get out of here," Sunghoon smiled, looking down at Ni-ki.

"Lead the way, Niks."

Instead of walking toward the row of normal sedans and SUVs parked by the curb, Jay led them toward a massive, sleek black stretch limo parked idling at the very end of the drop-off lane.

The windows were completely tinted pitch black.

A professional driver in a crisp suit was already standing outside, holding the rear door open.

Sunghoon blinked, his brain lagging for a second.

He knew Jay was a famous solo artist, but seeing a literal limousine parked at an elementary school pickup line was wild.

"Wow, Uncle Jay, the big car today!" Ni-ki cheered, scrambling inside without a care in the world.

"Yeah, security reasons," Jay mumbled to Sunghoon, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

He felt a little self-conscious about how dramatic it looked, but with his fame level, driving a normal car in early April without getting mobbed by paparazzi was impossible.

"After you."

Sunghoon ducked his head, climbing into the luxurious, spacious interior.

The seats were made of plush black leather, facing each other, and the LED accent lights on the ceiling gave the space a cool, moody vibe.

Jay slid in right after him, sitting on the opposite leather bench. Because the limo was so spacious, Sunghoon had plenty of room to stretch his long, six-foot-two legs, but his knees still almost brushed against Jay’s.

Jay looked down, his eyes instantly catching the sight of Sunghoon’s large, veiny hands resting on his knees.

He swallowed hard, his mind instantly wandering back to his dirty fantasies.

The limo pulled away smoothly from the curb, beginning the journey.

Since Jay was a massive celebrity, they couldn't just go to any random cafe down the street; they had to drive to a high-end, private cafe located surprisingly far away, deep in a quieter district where Jay wouldn't be recognized.

The plan was to stop by an artisanal ice cream shop on the way, drop Ni-ki off at Jake and Heeseung's house, and then finally grab that coffee.

"So, Niks," Jay said, turning his attention to his nephew to distract himself from staring at Sunghoon's chest.

"What flavor of ice cream are we getting today?"

"Today I want strawberry and double chocolate chip. With extra sprinkles. And a waffle cone. A big one!"

"Double chocolate and strawberry? Your tongue is gonna turn purple," Jay teased, a sassy, beautiful smirk spreading across his lips.

Sunghoon watched that smirk, completely transfixed.

His stomach did a violent flip.

That's the smirk. The one from the music videos.

The one I’ve stared at on my phone screen at 2 AM, Sunghoon thought, a heavy wave of heat rushing to his face.

He felt incredibly inexperienced and small compared to this gorgeous, worldly pop star.

To calm his racing heart, Sunghoon pulled out his phone, needing an immediate reality check from his best friend.

He opened his chat with Jake, his thumbs flying across the screen.

Hoonie

jake you will not fucking believe what is happening right now

ikeu

what? did a second grader eat glue again?

Hoonie

no. i am literally sitting inside a black limousine right now. with your son. and park jay.

ikeu

WHAT?!?!

why the fuck are you with my cousin?? Jongseong??

Hoonie

HE IS NI-KI'S UNCLE??? WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME PARK JAY WAS YOUR COUSIN?? i am literally having a medical emergency jake. he is sitting right across from me. he is wearing short shorts and an oversized sweater and he looks so fucking hot i can't breathe.

ikeu

oh my god. i didn't tell you because jay is a crazy love-struck idiot and i wanted to protect your sanity. wait, why are you guys together??

Hoonie

he came to pick up ni-ki because you and hee are working late. and then he offered to buy me coffee because he felt bad about asking about my mom. but jake that's not even the craziest part. right before we left, that first grade teacher ms. shin came up to us.

ikeu

the touchy one? what did she do?

Hooniee

she tried to make a move. like she literally tried to lean in and kiss me when jay wasn't looking directly at us, grabbing my arm and shit. i didn't know what to do because you know i'm a fucking virgin and i've never even been kissed, so i freaked out and shoved her away really hard. i think i almost knocked her into a bush.

ikeu

PFFTTT SUNGHOON NO WAY A BUSH?! honestly good for you, she's a creep. but wait... did jay see?

Hooniee

i don't know but he got super protective and sassy with her. he told her he was waiting for me and practically stared her down. now we are on our way to get ni-ki ice cream and drop him off at your place. help me i am going to die in this car.

While Sunghoon was furiously typingaway, his face turning an adorable shade of pink, Jay was watching him intently.

Jay had pulled out his own phone, pretending to check his notifications, but his camera app was wide open.

Jay secretly lowered his phone, tilting the lens toward Sunghoon.

The lighting inside the limo was perfect, casting a soft glow over Sunghoon's sharp nose bridge, his thick eyelashes, and the way his tight t-shirt stretched perfectly across his broad shoulders.

Snap.

Jay took a picture.

Then another one.

He captured the slight pout on Sunghoon’s plump lips as he texted, and the way his large biceps flexed slightly whenever he moved his thumbs.

Oh my god, he is so beautiful, Jay thought, his heart hammering against his ribs. He looks like a literal dad texting his boss.

"Uncle Jay, look!" Ni-ki shouted, pointing out the window as the limo slowed down near a colorful boutique ice cream shop.

"We're here! Let's get the double chocolate!"

Jay quickly locked his phone, shoving it into his pocket as his cheeks flushed guiltily.

"Alright, alright, let's get your ice cream, you little monster."

He looked over at Sunghoon, his voice instantly turning shy again.

"Do you... do you want anything, Sunghoon? My treat, obviously."

Sunghoon looked up from his phone, clearing his throat as he slipped it into his pocket.

"Oh, no, I'm good. I'll save my appetite for the coffee."

With Ni-ki safely dropped off at Jake and Heeseung’s house—and Jake giving Sunghoon a chaotic, wide-eyed look of encouragement through the front window—the tension between the two twenty-four-year-olds had miraculously started to melt away.

They sat across from each other at a secluded corner booth.

Sunghoon had a large iced Americano in front of him, while Jay was sipping on a honey latte.

Jay had completely ditched his face mask and bucket hat, letting his messy blonde hair fall over his forehead.

"Honestly, thank god we got out of there," Jay said, leaning back against the leather cushion.

He let out a long, dramatic sigh a little pout forming on his lips.

"If I had to spend another five minutes listening to Ni-ki debate the physics of why strawberry ice cream tastes better than chocolate, my brain would have dissolved. The kid does not stop talking."

Sunghoon let out a low, genuine chuckle, his shoulders relaxing completely.

It was crazy—just an hour ago, he was panicking about sitting across from his ultimate K-pop idol.

But now, talking to Jay felt weirdly natural.

They were the exact same age, born in the same year, and Jay’s casual, unfiltered vibe made it feel like they had known each other for years.

"You're telling me?" Sunghoon smiled, wrapping his large hands around his iced coffee cup.

"I deal with him and twenty other mini-monsters for seven hours a day. Ni-ki actually has a nickname for everyone in class. He calls his best friend 'The Master of Disasters' because they accidentally broke a flowerpot on Tuesday."

Jay laughed, a bright, melodic sound that made Sunghoon’s chest squeeze tightly.

"No way. That kid is a menace. I swear he gets it from Jake. Jake acts all calm and professional as a psychologist, but he’s lowkey chaotic as fuck."

"Oh, absolutely," Sunghoon agreed instantly, leaning forward onto the table.

His tight white shirt stretched across his chest, and Jay’s eyes instinctively dipped down, tracking the movement of his broad shoulders before snapping back up to Sunghoon's face.

"Jake once tried to convince me that ice skating was psychologically proven to make you better at video games just so I would carry him in League of Legends."

"He did not," Jay gasped, a huge smirk breaking across his tan face.

"Wow. What a loser. Next time he does that, tell me. I’ll leak his childhood photos to the family group chat."

"Please do. I need leverage," Sunghoon laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

He stared at Jay’s sharp jawline, completely mesmerized by how gorgeous the man looked up close.

The tiny bit of stubble on Sunghoon’s own chin suddenly made him feel a bit self-conscious, and he subconsciously rubbed his jaw.

"Sorry about the look, by the way. I totally forgot to shave this morning. Friday brain, you know?"

Jay’s breath hitched slightly.

He looked at the slight shadow of hair on Sunghoon's sharp jawline, finding it so intensely masculine and attractive that his inner thoughts immediately went wild.

Don't apologize.

You look like a literal dominant king.

Please don't shave ever again, Jay screamed internally, his cheeks flushing a faint pink.

"No! No, it looks... it looks really good on you," Jay blurted out, a bit too quickly. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his cool, sassy composure.

"I mean, it suits the whole rugged, handsome teacher vibe you’ve got going on. Very masculine."

Sunghoon blinked, his heart doing a violent flip at the compliment.

Rugged?

Handsome?

He bit his lower lip, his plump lips turning shiny, and Jay’s eyes immediately glued themselves to them.

Jay swallowed hard, his mind flashing back to the fansign, wondering how those exact lips would feel pressed against his own, manhandling him into the mattress.

"Thanks," Sunghoon murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming deeper and raspy.

He shifted his long legs under the small table, his knee accidentally brushing firmly against Jay’s thigh.

Jay practically malfunctioned at the contact, a heavy wave of heat rushing straight to his lower stomach.

He forced himself to take a sip of his latte so he wouldn't do something insane like climb across the table into Sunghoon's lap.

"So," Jay said, trying to change the subject before he completely lost his mind.

"Jake told me you do ice skating seriously. Like, as a hobby, but you used to compete?"

"Yeah, I did," Sunghoon nodded, a soft, passionate glint appearing in his eyes.

"I skated competitively for years. It was my whole life before I switched to teaching. I still go to the rink every weekend just to stay in shape and clear my head. It's the one place where I don't have to think about anything else."

Jay stared at him.

The way Sunghoon spoke so passionately about his hobby made him look incredibly mature, like a real man who knew exactly who he was.

"That's amazing, Sunghoon. Genuinely. I can barely walk on normal floors without tripping, let alone glide on ice. You'll... you'll have to take me with you sometime. Show me how a pro does it."

Sunghoon’s eyes widened slightly, a slow, gorgeous smile spreading across his face.

"Is that an invitation, Park Jay? Because I don't accept people who complain about the cold."

"Hey! I'm from Seattle, okay? I can handle the cold," Jay countered sassily, flipping his hair with a playful roll of his eyes.

"Just don't let me fall. I have a solo comeback next month, and my agency will murder me if I break a leg."

"Don't worry," Sunghoon said, his gaze locking onto Jay’s with an intensity that made the singer's heart race.

"If you lose your balance, I'll catch you."

The words echoed in Jay’s mind, heavy, deep, and laced with a quiet promise that made his lower stomach tighten completely.

He looked down at his honey latte, suddenly finding the foam art incredibly fascinating as a bright pink blush spread across his tan cheeks.

"You better," Jay mumbled, his usual sassy confidence briefly giving way to something entirely raw and shy.

He peeked up through his blonde bangs, his eyes tracking the way Sunghoon’s broad shoulders shifted as he leaned back into the booth.

"I’m putting my life in your hands, Mr. Park. Don't disappoint me."

"I never disappoint," Sunghoon replied smoothly.

He took a slow sip of his iced Americano, his dark eyes locked onto Jay’s face.

It was wild to him how easily the conversation was flowing.

For years, he had viewed Jay as this untouchable, ethereal entity on a stage, a solo artist who broke records and moved with a fierce, independent grace.

But sitting here, watching Jay get flustered over a bit of playful banter, Sunghoon realized that underneath the designer clothes and the glass-cutting jawline, Jay was remarkably grounded. And incredibly sweet.

"So," Sunghoon started, swirling the remaining ice in his cup.

"Since we’re being honest... how does a global solo artist end up being the designated babysitter on a random Friday afternoon? I love Jake and Hee, but they usually have their schedule locked down."

Jay let out a dramatic, airy groan, tossing his head back slightly so his soft hair fell away from his forehead.

"Don't even get me started. Jake called me yesterday in a complete panic. Heeseung had some massive architectural blueprint emergency at his firm—apparently, a pillar was designed three inches to the left of where it should have been and the whole building was going to collapse or whatever—and Jake had a last-minute emergency crisis session with a high-profile client. He literally begged me. He used the 'family card,' Sunghoon. You can't say no to Jake when he does that stupid, wide-eyed puppy face."

Sunghoon chuckled, the sound deep and resonant.

"Yeah, I know the exact face. He used it on me last week to make me help him assemble a Swedish bookshelf. I ended up doing the whole thing while he sat on the floor eating chips and telling me about his childhood trauma."

"Exactly!" Jay exclaimed, pointing a manicured finger at Sunghoon, his eyes sparkling with shared amusement.

"He’s a psychological mastermind. He manipulates everyone around him for free labor. But honestly... I didn't mind. I actually wanted to see Ni-ki. And..." Jay paused, his voice suddenly dropping as he caught himself.

And I wanted an excuse to see you.

Instead, Jay quickly pivoted, his sassy defense mechanism kicking right back in.

"And I needed an excuse to get out of the studio. My producers are driving me insane. We’re finalizing the tracklist for the new mini-album, and they keep trying to add this weird, EDM-heavy dance break into the middle of a ballad. I told them if they put a dubstep drop in one of my love songs, I’m going to personally burn the mixing board down."

"Please do," Sunghoon laughed, leaning his forearms on the table.

The movement pushed his biceps against the tight white fabric of his shirt, the muscles flexing prominently.

"Your fans would riot. We like the soft stuff. Helium is literally perfect the way it is. If you start adding EDM drops, I might have to revoke my fan club membership."

Jay’s eyes locked onto Sunghoon’s flexing arms, his throat suddenly going completely dry.

He felt a familiar, heavy ache pool low in his stomach.

"Wait," Jay blinked, capturing the most important part of Sunghoon's sentence.

A wicked, teasing smirk spread across his lips, his confidence returning.

"Did you just say we? As in... you're a fan?"

Sunghoon stiffened slightly, his cheeks instantly warming up. He cleared his throat, suddenly realizing he had casually admitted to his own obsession.

"I... mean, yeah. I like your music. It's good. Everyone knows that."

"Oh, really?" Jay leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands, his short denim shorts riding up just a fraction higher on his thighs beneath the table.

He looked incredibly soft yet intensely predatory all at once.

"Just a casual listener, Mr. Park? Because Jake might have mentioned to me once or twice that you have a certain poster in your bedroom?"

Sunghoon felt like he had been caught red-handed by the police.

He swore internally, making a mental note to absolutely murder Jake the next time he saw him.

"Jake has a big mouth," Sunghoon muttered, looking away as his ears turned a violent shade of red.

"It's just a poster. It came with the album."

"Sure, it did," Jay chuckled, his voice dripping with playful malice.

He loved this.

He loved how an innocent, inexperienced man like Sunghoon could be so easily flustered despite his intimidating height and broad frame.

It made Jay feel incredibly powerful, even if his own heart was beating like a drum.

"You know, if you wanted an autographed version, you could have just asked. You don't have to buy the random store copies like a regular person."

Sunghoon snapped his eyes back to Jay, a defensive but amused spark in his gaze.

"Hey, I like supporting the artist. Buying albums contributes to your first-week sales. You should be thanking me."

"Thank you, Sunghoon," Jay whispered, his voice suddenly shifting from teasing to something intensely soft and intimate.

The sudden change in atmosphere made Sunghoon’s breath catch.

Jay was looking at him with an expression that was purely affectionate, completely devoid of his usual idol persona.

"Genuinely. It means a lot to me. Especially coming from you."

The silence that followed wasn't awkward; it was thick with a heavy, magnetic tension.

Sunghoon stared at Jay’s lips, watching the way the pink skin parted slightly.

He thought about his nightmare from this morning, about his father's harsh words and the crushing weight of feeling like a disappointment.

But looking at Jay right now, Sunghoon felt an overwhelming sense of warmth.

"My dad thinks it's a total waste of time," Sunghoon said softly, the confession slipping out before he could stop it.

He usually kept his personal life heavily guarded, but Jay’s presence felt like a safe harbor.

"The music, the ice skating, the teaching... he thinks none of it matters because it doesn't make me rich or fit into his idea of a perfect life."

Jay’s expression softened completely, his eyes filling with a fierce, protective anger.

He reached across the small table, his smaller, tan hand tentatively placing itself over Sunghoon’s large, veiny knuckles.

He didn't squeeze hard, but the contact was grounding.

"Your dad is an idiot," Jay said firmly, his American accent cutting through the words with sharp honesty.

"Seriously, Sunghoon. I mean it. Look at what you do. You're shaping the minds of literal children every single day. Ni-ki adores you. You heard him—he thinks you're a superhero. You give those kids a safe place to grow up, and you do it with so much patience. That is worth a million times more than some corporate salary. And the ice skating? You're incredibly talented. Don't ever let someone who doesn't understand your passion make you feel like it's a waste."

Sunghoon stared down at Jay's hand resting over his.

A strange, fluttering feeling bloomed deep in his chest, sweeter than anything he had ever experienced.

He had spent his whole life trying to earn approval, only to receive slaps and disgust from his own flesh and blood.

Yet here was a global superstar, a man desired by half the world, holding his hand in a quiet cafe and validating his entire existence.

"Thanks, Jay," Sunghoon murmured, his fingers subtly shifting so he could press his palm against Jay's, lightly interlocking their fingers.

"That... means more than you know."

Jay smiled, a small, genuine curve of his lips.

"I know what it’s like to have people doubt you. When I moved from America to train, everyone told me I wouldn't make it as a solo act. They said the market was too crowded, that I was too loud, too different. But you just have to push through the noise."

They continued to talk for what felt like hours, the outside world completely fading into the background.

They talked about everything and nothing—Jay’s favorite American foods that he missed desperately, Sunghoon’s favorite ice-skating routines, the absolute horror of dealing with parent-teacher conferences, and the funny antics of the other K-pop idols Jay worked with.

Jay casually bitched about a few specific arrogant juniors in the industry, making Sunghoon laugh out loud with his sharp, sarcastic commentary, while Sunghoon shared some hilarious, lighthearted gossip about the school staff that had Jay giggling like a schoolgirl.

As the afternoon sun began to set, casting long, golden shadows across the cafe booth, the conversation naturally slowed down to a comfortable hum.

The cafe was empty now, the staff leaving them entirely alone out of respect for Jay's privacy.

Sunghoon looked down at his empty coffee cup, realizing with a pang of sadness that the day was coming to an end.

He didn't want to leave.

He wanted to stay in this bubble with Jay forever.

He looked up, meeting Jay's gaze, which had gone incredibly deep and focused.

Jay was staring directly at Sunghoon’s lips, his own chest heaving slightly under his oversized cardigan.

The air between them was practically electric, thick with an unspoken desire that had been building since the moment they shook hands in the school courtyard.

Jay was done playing coy.

He was completely, utterly obsessed, and his inner, confident solo artist was screaming at him to take what he wanted.

He wanted this man.

He wanted his large hands on his waist, he wanted his deep voice in his ear, and he wanted to be his wife.

Jay slowly pulled his hand back, sliding it down to tweak the edge of his short denim shorts, his eyes never leaving Sunghoon's.

He tilted his head, a slow, incredibly straightforward, unbothered smirk spreading across his sharp features.

"Hey," Jay said, his voice dropping into a low, husky register that sent a shiver straight down Sunghoon's spine.

"Do you want to come over to my place?"

"Jongseong... fuck," Sunghoon groaned, his voice dropping into a ragged, guttural register that didn't even sound like his own.

His large hands were securely locked around Jay’s waist, fingers digging deep into the soft fabric of the oversized cardigan that had long since slipped entirely off one of Jay's smooth, tan shoulders.

Jay was sitting directly on his lap, thighs spread wide to straddle Sunghoon’s legs on the expansive leather couch in his private penthouse.

Every time Jay shifted, his short denim shorts rode up even higher, his smooth skin frictioning against Sunghoon’s jeans.

Jay let out a breathless, needy whimper against Sunghoon’s lips, tilting his head up to deepen the kiss.

He was completely driving the pace, grinding his hips down in a slow, deliberate circle that had Sunghoon’s mind entirely blanking out.

To be completely honest, Sunghoon was being absolutely pathetic.

For a guy who spent his weekends pulling off high-velocity triple axels on solid ice, he was currently handling a single K-pop idol with the structural integrity of wet cardboard.

His brain had essentially melted the moment they walked through the penthouse door, and now he was just clinging to Jay like a drowning man to a life raft, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs.

Jay smirked against his mouth, clearly sensing the power he held over the school teacher.

He slowly trailed his lips down Sunghoon's sharp jawline, his breath hot and uneven against his skin, before burying his face into the crook of Sunghoon’s neck.

He sucked firmly on the sensitive skin right below his ear, a soft, wet sound echoing in the quiet room.

"Ah... Jongseong, wait," Sunghoon choked out, his hands trembling slightly on Jay’s waist.

The intensity of the grinding, combined with the sharp sting of Jay’s lips on his neck, was pushing him dangerously close to a edge he had never even approached before.

"We need to... I need to tell you something. Seriously."

Jay pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark, heavy, and completely hooded with desire. His tan skin was beautifully flushed, and his chest rose and fell rapidly against Sunghoon’s.

"What's wrong, babe? Don't like it?" he asked, his voice a confident purr as he deliberately rolled his hips down one more time, testing him.

Sunghoon swallowed hard, his face burning a bright, mortified red. He looked anywhere but at Jay's wicked smirk.

"I... I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, okay? Jay, I'm a virgin. I've literally never done... any of this. I haven't even kissed anyone before today."

Jay blinked.

The smug, playful look on his face faltered for a fraction of a second, replaced by pure, unadulterated adoration.

His heart practically swelled to twice its size.

The thought of this massive, gorgeous man being entirely untouched, completely innocent, and saving everything for him was almost too much for his inner romantic to handle.

"Oh," Jay softened, a sweet, incredibly tender smile breaking across his face. He leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the center of Sunghoon’s forehead, then to the tip of his nose, before resting his forehead against Sunghoon’s.

"It’s okay, hubby. I’ll do all the work. You just have to sit there and hold onto me, okay?"

Sunghoon’s brain short-circuited at the word hubby, but before he could even process the utter domesticity of it, Jay was moving down again.

Jay’s lips pressed firmly against the center of Sunghoon’s throat, right over his prominent Adam's apple.

He flicked his tongue against it smoothly, making Sunghoon let out a strangled, breathless gasp that vibrated directly against Jay’s mouth.

Jay chuckled softly, the vibration low in his chest as he began to suck firmly, deliberately leaving a dark, blooming hickey right on the sharp column of Sunghoon's throat.

"You have a really nice Adam's apple, you know that?" Jay murmured against his skin, his fingers gently tracing Sunghoon’s collarbone.

Then, a mischievous, sassy spark returned to his eyes, and he peeked up at Sunghoon with a wicked grin.

"Heeseung-hyung has a really nice one too, but I like yours better."

"Don't bring up your cousin's husband while you're literally marking my neck, you menace," Sunghoon muttered, a sarcastic, exasperated tone cutting through his breathlessness.

He tightened his grip on Jay's waist, pulling him even closer until there was absolutely zero space left between them.

"Aw, is my big guy jealous?" Jay teased, but he readily gave in, moving his lips back up to Sunghoon’s mouth.

He initiated another kiss, but this time it was different. It was slow, thick, and incredibly soft, their lips sliding together in a perfect, synchronized rhythm.

Despite his lack of experience, Sunghoon’s natural instincts seemed to take over.

He parted his lips perfectly, his tongue lightly sweeping against Jay’s, tasting the lingering sweetness of the honey latte.

He tilted his head to get a better angle, his large hands sliding from Jay’s waist down to firmly grip the underside of his thighs, lifting him slightly to anchor him deeper into his lap.

When they finally broke apart for air, both of them panting, Jay stared at Sunghoon in utter disbelief.

He rested his hands on Sunghoon’s broad shoulders, his eyes wide.

"Are you fucking lying to me, Park Sunghoon?" Jay breathed out, his voice laced with genuine suspicion.

"Are you absolutely sure you’ve never kissed anyone before? Because that was... holy shit."

Sunghoon let out a nervous, self-deprecating laugh, his thumb gently wiping a stray bit of moisture from the corner of Jay's lips.

"I'm serious. I wouldn't lie about being this pathetic. I told you, my dad found out I was gay because of a letter I wrote in college, and after that, everything was just... a mess. I focused entirely on graduating, getting my teaching license, and ice skating. I didn't have the time, and honestly, I didn't want to waste my firsts on some random person I didn't care about."

Sunghoon looked directly into Jay’s eyes, his gaze remarkably steady and honest.

"I wanted it to mean something. And... I’ve been looking at you on my screen for three years, Jay. Nobody else even compared."

Jay felt a heavy, emotional lump form in his throat.

The honesty in Sunghoon's voice completely stripped away his sassy solo-artist armor.

He reached up, his small, tan hands gently cupping Sunghoon's face, his thumbs brushing over the tiny bit of rough stubble on his chin that he was quickly becoming addicted to.

"Well," Jay whispered, his eyes crinkling with sweetness as he leaned down to press another soft, slow kiss to Sunghoon’s plump lips.

"You're definitely not pathetic. You're a really great kisser, Hoonie. And you're all mine now."

"Shut up," Sunghoon muttered, though there was zero heat in his voice.

A tiny, rare smile broke across his face, his eyes crinkling as he looked at the gorgeous man currently occupying his lap.

"You're just saying that because you feel bad for the virgin."

"I am not," Jay whined, his tone flaring up for a split second before he melted right back down into Sunghoon’s chest.

He leaned forward, pressing a series of soft, slow, rhythmic kisses against the corner of Sunghoon’s mouth, then his cheek, and finally down to his jawline.

"I don't do charity work, Mr. Park. If you sucked at kissing, I would have kicked you out of my limo three hours ago."

Sunghoon let out a low, breathy huff of laughter, his hands sliding up from Jay’s thighs to rest securely around his lower back.

"Right. Because you're a tough global superstar."

"Exactly. A very intimidating professional," Jay murmured against his skin.

He shifted his weight, pulling his legs up slightly so he could completely curl into Sunghoon's space, nestling his head right into the crook of Sunghoon’s neck.

He let out a long, contented sigh, his warm breath fanning against the fresh, dark mark he had just left on the teacher's skin.

Sunghoon shifted back against the leather cushions, pulling Jay along with him until they were half-lying, half-sitting in a comfortable cuddle.

The oversized designer cardigan Jay was wearing felt incredibly soft against Sunghoon’s bare arms, and the subtle scent of Jay's expensive, woody perfume mixed with the warm scent of his skin was making Sunghoon’s head spin in the best way possible.

For a while, neither of them said anything.

The quiet of the penthouse was a stark contrast to the loud, chaotic energy of the elementary school courtyard from earlier that afternoon.

Sunghoon casually ran one of his large hands up and down Jay’s spine, his fingers occasionally dipping beneath the hem of the oversized sweater to feel the smooth, warm skin of his back.

Every time his fingers brushed against him, Jay would let out a tiny, soft hum, his body relaxing completely against Sunghoon’s chest.

"Hey," Sunghoon whispered into the quiet room, his chin resting lightly on top of Jay’s blonde hair.

"Hmm?" Jay mumbled, his eyes closed as he nuzzled deeper into Sunghoon’s neck, his nose brushing against his collarbone.

"How did Jake actually describe me to you?" Sunghoon asked, a hint of genuine curiosity in his deep voice. "Because knowing him, he probably told you I was an anti-social robot who only talks to eight-year-olds and ice rinks."

Jay let out a soft chuckle, his small hands lightly gripping the fabric of Sunghoon’s tight white shirt.

"He actually said you were annoying because you're too perfect. He told me you're the kind of guy who wakes up at five in the morning to do core workouts, never loses his cool when a kid throws up on his shoes, and handles every crisis like you're meditating. But..." Jay paused, pulling back just enough to look up at Sunghoon with heavy, sleepy eyes.

"He also told me you were lonely. Even if you're surrounded by people all day."

Sunghoon’s hand stilled on Jay’s back.

He blinked, the raw truth of the statement hitting him a little harder than he expected.

He looked down at Jay, his thumb reaching up to gently trace the sharp, glass-cutting line of Jay’s jaw.

"He's not wrong, I guess. It's easy to get lost in the routine. You just... protect yourself after a while."

Jay’s gaze softened into something way to sweet . He tilted his head up, his lips brushing softly against Sunghoon’s stubbled chin.

"Well, you don't have to protect yourself from me. I'm already planning our wedding, remember? Ni-ki wants ten cousins, and I don't like letting him down."

Sunghoon stared at him, a sarcastic smirk pulling at his lips despite the fluttering in his chest.

"Ten? Jongseong, I'm a teacher, not a daycare director. Who's going to manage ten kids?"

"Me, obviously," Jay said, flipping his hair playfully as he rested his chin on Sunghoon’s chest.

"I can cook, I can clean, and I look amazing in an apron. I’m literally prime wife material, Sunghoon. You're getting a great deal here."

Sunghoon’s heart did a violent flip at the casual confidence, his eyes dropping to the way Jay's small frame fit so perfectly against his own.

He leaned down, catching Jay’s lips in another slow, incredibly tender kiss, his thumb sweeping over his tan cheekbone.

"Yeah," Sunghoon murmured against his mouth, his voice thick with a sudden, heavy affection. "I think I am."

Jay let out a soft, satisfied whine against Sunghoon’s lips as they broke apart, his fingers lingering on the fabric of Sunghoon’s white t-shirt.

The room had grown completely dim, the city lights of Seoul twinkling through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse.

This domestic comfort of just lying there, tangled up in each other’s limbs, was almost enough to make Jay fall asleep right on the spot.

"Ugh, okay," Jay grumbled, his voice dropping into a lazy, sassy drawl as he slowly pushed himself up from Sunghoon’s chest.

He sat back on his knees right in Sunghoon’s lap, his short denim shorts riding up dangerously high again.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, flipping it out of his eyes before looking down at the teacher.

"As much as I love being your personal blanket, I’m sticky as fuck and I smell like coffee. I need to take a shower."

Sunghoon let his hands drop to the leather couch cushions, feeling a sudden, pathetic wave of disappointment the moment Jay’s warmth left his torso.

He looked up at Jay, his dark eyes slightly glazed and his lips still swollen from all the kissing.

"Yeah? Go ahead. I’ll just... wait here."

Jay paused, his knees still bracketing Sunghoon’s hips.

He tilted his head, a slow, incredibly wicked smirk pulling at the corners of his lips as he took in Sunghoon’s completely whipped, slightly dazed expression.

His eyes traveled down to the dark, fresh hickey he had left right over Sunghoon’s Adam's apple, and a sudden surge of pure, unadulterated confidence took over.

Why should he shower alone when his gorgeous, 6'2 virgin boyfriend was sitting right there looking like a snack?

Jay leaned down, his oversized cardigan slipping even further down his arm as he brought his lips right to the shell of Sunghoon’s ear.

"You know," Jay whispered, his breath hot, husky, and completely intentional against Sunghoon’s skin, "my shower is definitely big enough for two. You should join me, hubby."

Sunghoon didn't even hesitate.

The moment the word hubby left Jay’s lips, any remaining higher brain function Sunghoon possessed officially shut down.

He scrambled up from the leather cushions like a massive, over-eager puppy responding to a whistle, his hands instantly locking under Jay’s thighs.

With a single, effortless grunt, Sunghoon hoisted Jay completely off his lap, carrying him high against his chest.

Jay let out a sharp, surprised yelp, his hands flying around Sunghoon’s neck to stabilize himself.

A bright pink blush erupted across his tan cheeks, his sassy confidence instantly dissolving into pure shock.

"Whoa! Okay, big boy, I didn't mean right this second—"

"Where is it?" Sunghoon interrupted, his voice deep, gravelly, and thoroughly determined.

He stood in the middle of the dark living room, his muscles flexing tightly under his white shirt as he held Jay like a prize.

The only issue was that he had absolutely no clue how the penthouse layout worked. He turned in a slow circle, staring blankly at the identical-looking modern doors.

Jay buried his face into Sunghoon’s neck, letting out a muffled, embarrassed giggle that vibrated directly against the fresh hickey he’d made earlier.

"To the left, you idiot. Down the hall, the big double doors."

"Right. Left. Got it," Sunghoon muttered, his heart hammering violently against his ribs.

As he strode down the dimly lit hallway, the reality of the situation finally started to pierce through his adrenaline, and a wave of pure, unadulterated panic hit him.

His hands grew slightly sweaty against Jay’s thighs.

Wait. A shower? Together? Does this mean... are we about to have sex? Actual sex?

Sunghoon’s mind spiraled into a catastrophic loop of virgin anxiety.

He had absolutely zero experience.

What if he was clumsy?

What if he accidentally dropped Jay on the slippery tile?

What if he messed up the pacing?

He was so completely consumed by the terrifying, exhilarating thought of Jay’s bare skin under the running water that his coordination completely failed him.

Thump.

"Ow! Shh—fuck!" Sunghoon hissed as his shoulder clipped the doorframe of the bathroom, his foot catching on the edge of the plush bathmat.

He stumbled forward, his long legs tangling, and for a terrifying second, he thought they were both going down.

He frantically scrambled to adjust his grip, accidentally squeezing Jay's thigh a little too hard as he shoved his weight backward to keep his balance.

He managed to catch himself just in time, planting his boots firmly on the marble floor, but his face was completely flushed with mortification.

Jay blinked, clutching Sunghoon's shoulders tightly as they finally came to a halt in front of the massive, glass-walled walk-in shower.

He looked at Sunghoon’s wide, panicked eyes and the frantic rise and fall of his broad chest.

A soft, knowing smirk slowly returned to Jay’s face.

"Hey," Jay murmured softly, his voice dropping into that sweet, comforting register.

He gently reached up, his small hand patting Sunghoon's cheek right over the rough stubble.

"Relax, Hoonie. You're shaking. Are you seriously that stressed out about a little water?"

"I'm not shaking," Sunghoon lied defensively, his voice cracking slightly as his eyes darted from the pristine shower head down to Jay's short denim shorts.

"I just... I don't want to mess up. I don't know what the rules are for... this."

Jay let out a low, breathy chuckle, his heart completely melting at how transparent the giant teacher was.

He leaned forward, pressing a reassuring, warm kiss right to the center of Sunghoon's pouty lips.

"There are no rules, you dork. We're just getting clean. Anything else only happens if you want it to, okay? Now put me down so we can turn the water on."

Sunghoon slowly let Jay’s thighs slide out of his grip, his boots clicking softly against the marble floor as Jay’s feet touched the ground.

But instead of stepping back like a normal person, Sunghoon just stood there, towering over the singer, looking completely lost and incredibly pathetic.

His hands hovered awkwardly in the air for a second before he tentatively reached out, his large, veiny fingers wrapping around the hem of Jay’s oversized cardigan.

"Can I... can I undress you?" Sunghoon mumbled, his voice so low and raspy it was practically a whisper.

His dark eyes were wide, staring down at Jay with a mixture of intense hunger and absolute fear.

Jay’s breath hitched, his signature sassy smirk instantly melting into something much deeper and darker.

He looked at how desperately Sunghoon was looking at him, completely at his mercy despite being an actual giant.

"Yeah," Jay murmured, lifting his arms slightly. "Go ahead, Hoonie."

Sunghoon’s hands were shaking as he carefully slid the soft fabric of the cardigan off Jay’s shoulders, letting it pool onto the bathroom floor.

That left Jay in just his tight black tank top and those ridiculously short denim shorts. Sunghoon swallowed hard, his eyes glued to the smooth, tan skin of Jay’s collarbones.

He felt so out of his depth it was ridiculous.

"Jongseong..." Sunghoon started, his voice cracking a little as he gripped the edge of Jay’s tank top.

He looked down, his face burning hot with embarrassment.

"I... I need your help with something. Since I’ve never done this, I’ve only ever, you know... watched stuff. On the internet. And I think... I think I might have some... kinks? But I don’t know how to do them."

Jay let out a soft, delighted hum. He leaned back against the marble counter, crossing his arms and looking up at Sunghoon with a dominant, heavily hooded gaze.

"Oh? The innocent school teacher has kinks? Tell me, hubby. What did you see on your little screen?"

Sunghoon’s ears were practically purple at this point.

He couldn't even look Jay in the eye.

"I think... I think I like being praised. Like, a lot. When I do stuff right. I think it makes me feel... submissive."

Jay’s heart did a violent flip.

The imagery of this giant, muscular man wanting to be completely handled and put in his place by someone smaller than him was the hottest fucking thing he had ever heard.

Jay reached out, his small hand wrapping around the back of Sunghoon’s neck, his fingers digging into his hair as he forced Sunghoon to look down at him.

"A praise kink, huh?" Jay purred, his voice dropping into a low, commanding register that completely stripped away his shy persona.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Sunghoon’s ear.

"You want me to tell you what a good boy you are? Is that it, puppy?"

The word puppy hit Sunghoon like a physical shock wave.

His breath completely hitched, and beneath his jeans, his dick twitched violently, growing hard so fast it actually made him gasp.

He nodded frantically, his hands instantly gripping Jay’s waist for support because his knees suddenly felt like jelly.

Jay noticed the sudden shift, his eyes darting down to the prominent ridge forming in Sunghoon’s pants.

A dark, satisfied smirk spread across his face.

"Wow. Look at you. Just a single word and you're already stretching your jeans for me? Such a good, pathetic little puppy."

Sunghoon groaned, burying his face into Jay’s shoulder, his broad chest heaving.

"Jongseong, please... it’s too much."

"Oh, we're just getting started, baby," Jay whispered, his fingers gently tracing the line of Sunghoon’s broad back.

Seeing how well Sunghoon responded to being dominated, Jay decided to test something else out.

If the man liked being taken care of and praised, maybe he had another specific taste.

Jay rubbed his cheek against Sunghoon's hair, using a soft, cooing, maternal tone that was dripping with sweet authority.

"Shh, it's okay. Mommy's got you. You don't have to worry about a thing, baby boy. Just let Mommy take care of everything for you."

Fuck.

Sunghoon’s mind completely shattered.

The combination of Jay’s deep confidence turning into this absolute, overwhelming nurturing dominance was a lethal weapon.

Sunghoon let out a choked, desperate whimper, his lower half pressing firmly against Jay’s thighs as he grew completely, rock-hard.

He was entirely at Jay's mercy, completely submissive, and he had never felt so alive.

"See?" Jay giggled softly, his hand sliding down to cup the back of Sunghoon's head, pressing him closer to his chest.

"Such a good boy for Mommy. You're doing so well, puppy."

The marble bathroom was already starting to fill with a light, warm steam as Jay guided Sunghoon toward the shower area.

Thankfully, the space wasn’t just a regular standing stall; it opened up into a massive, deep luxury bathtub equipped with a rainfall showerhead right above it.

Jay reached over and turned the handle, letting the water run warm.

As the spray started to mist over the smooth porcelain, Jay turned around and looked at Sunghoon.

Taking off the rest of their clothes was a blur of shaking hands, breathless gasps, and the soft rustle of denim hitting the floor.

Sunghoon stood there completely bare, his tall, athletic frame looking even more imposing without the tight white t-shirt.

But despite his broad shoulders and hard muscles, his expression was still incredibly shy, his eyes wide as he looked at Jay.

Jay’s gaze naturally drifted downward, and his breath completely hitched.

He had suspected it from the fansign, and he had whined about it to Jake, but seeing the real thing up close was a completely different story.

Even without a full erection yet, Sunghoon was packing something incredibly thick and heavy—a literal monster that made Jay’s throat go dry.

"Wow..." Jay whispered, his sassy confidence briefly faltering as a wave of heat rushed straight to his own lower stomach.

He swallowed hard, his eyes snapping back up to Sunghoon’s flushed face.

"Okay, puppy. In the tub. Lay down for me."

Sunghoon obeyed instantly, stepping into the deep tub and lowering his long legs.

He lay his back on the marble wall, his head resting against the slanted porcelain edge.

The warm water from the showerhead began to rain down on them, immediately soaking Sunghoon’s hair, making it cling to his forehead, while droplets of water glided down his chest and flat stomach.

Jay climbed in right after him, the water instantly wetting his dark hair and pooling on his tan skin.

Instead of sitting on Sunghoon’s lap this time, Jay knelt right between Sunghoon’s spread thighs, hovering over him like a dominant king.

He reached down, grabbing Sunghoon’s large, heavy hands and pinning them lightly against the wet porcelain on either side of his head.

"Now, listen to me, baby boy," Jay purred, his voice dropping into that dark, commanding register that made Sunghoon’s dick twitch violently under the falling water.

"You're going to stay right here, and you're not going to touch me until I say so. You're going to be a good puppy and wait for Mommy, okay?"

Sunghoon whimpered, his chest heaving as the warm water slicked his skin. "Jongseong... please..."

"No pleasing yet," Jay smirked, his eyes flickering down to the massive length rising between Sunghoon’s legs.

Jay reached over to the edge of the tub, grabbing a sleek bottle of lube he kept stored away.

"Look at you. You're so big, Hoonie. There is absolutely no way this fits inside me right now without some serious work. I need to prep myself first, or you're going to tear your poor wife apart."

Sunghoon’s eyes went completely dark at the word wife, his knuckles straining against the porcelain as he forced himself to stay completely still.

He watched, entirely captivated and breathless, as Jay poured a generous amount of the slick liquid onto his own fingers, preparing his body right in front of Sunghoon's eyes, making the virgin teacher completely lose his mind under the falling water.

Jay didn't waste any more time.

Seeing Sunghoon completely at his mercy, chest heaving under the warm spray of the shower, drove his own desire over the edge.

He slicked himself up quickly, his fingers working with a practiced ease that had Sunghoon groaning, his large hands fist-clenching against the sides of the tub to keep from breaking Jay's rule.

"Alright, puppy," Jay breathed, his voice a sultry, dominant purr as he hoisted himself up, straddling Sunghoon’s thick thighs.

He positioned himself directly over the massive, pulsing length that was practically begging for release.

"You've been such a good, patient boy for Mommy. Now don't move."

Jay slowly lowered his hips, his breath catching sharply in his throat as he took the thick head of Sunghoon’s dick inside him.

He let out a loud, needy gasp, his eyes rolling back slightly as his body stretched to accommodate the sheer size of the man beneath him.

"Ah... fuck, Sunghoon, you're so big, hmp~," Jay whined, a sudden flash of his usual sassy attitude cutting through the heat.

He gripped Sunghoon's broad, wet shoulders for balance, his manicured nails digging into the skin.

Sunghoon’s hips twitched instinctively, wanting to thrust up, but he forced himself to hold back, his eyes locked onto the sight of Jay taking him in.

"Jongseong... please, let me move."

"Not yet," Jay gasped out, finally sinking all the way down until their hips locked, a wet, heavy slap echoing over the sound of the running water.

He took a second to adjust, his inner walls tightening completely around Sunghoon, before he started to move.

Jay began to ride him, and he didn't do it gently.

Shifting into complete control, he started bouncing his hips down in a rough, fast, relentless rhythm.

The wet friction of their skin against each other, combined with the warm water pouring over their faces, made the entire scene completely chaotic and heavy with heat.

Jay’s hair was plastered to his forehead, and he threw his head back, letting out loud, unbothered cries that bounced off the marble walls of the bathroom.

"Ah! Ngh~ ah. Yes, right there—fuck, Hoonie!" Jay screamed out, completely losing his mind as he slammed his hips down over and over again, deliberately targeting his own sweet spot against Sunghoon's massive length.

Sunghoon completely broke.

He couldn't play the submissive, quiet puppy anymore.

The overwhelming sensation of Jay riding him so roughly snapped his control.

With a deep, guttural growl, Sunghoon’s large hands flew up, wrapping securely around Jay's small, tan waist, anchoring him down.

"I'm moving, Jongseong," Sunghoon rasped, his eyes completely dark with desire.

With a powerful, athletic surge, Sunghoon began to thrust his hips up forcefully from the bottom of the tub, meeting Jay’s frantic downward movements with a brutal, relentless pace.

The pace turned incredibly rough and heavy, the slaps of their skin loud against the splashing water.

Jay whimpered loudly, his hands clawing at Sunghoon's wet chest, completely overwhelmed by how dominant and strong the virgin teacher had suddenly become.

"Oh my god, Hoonie! More, please, harder!" Jay begged, his voice cracking as he rode him to the absolute limit, both of them completely lost in the heat of the shower.

Sunghoon's large, veiny hands clamped onto Jay’s hips like iron vices, his fingers digging into the soft, tan skin as he took complete control from the bottom of the tub.

Every single primitive instinct he had suppressed exploded to the surface, completely obliterating the nervous, inexperienced schoolteacher from just an hour ago.

"Sunghoon... ah! Oh god, wait— ahhh~!" Jay cried out, his voice cracking loudly against the wet marble walls.

The dominant persona Jay had been putting on completely shattered under the sheer force of Sunghoon’s upward thrusts.

Sunghoon was slamming up into him with a brutal, relentless rhythm, his long athletic legs bracing against the porcelain to drive his massive cock impossibly deeper.

The wet, heavy slaps of their hips colliding echoed over the sound of the rushing water, a raw, primal rhythm that had Jay’s head rolling back, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead as he took every single inch.

"You told me to be a good boy, Jongseong," Sunghoon rasped, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly deep, growling register.

He looked up at Jay with completely dark, blown-out eyes, his chest heaving violently against the spray.

"Am I doing it right? Is this what you wanted?"

Jay couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

He could barely breathe.

His hands clawed frantically at Sunghoon's wet, hard chest, his fingers slipping against the muscle before gripping onto his broad shoulders for dear life.

Every single time Sunghoon bottomed out inside him, Jay’s inner walls clenched desperately around the thick mass, his vision going completely white.

He was being thoroughly, roughly manhandled by a giant, and it was everything his horny mind had ever dreamed of.

"Yes! Fuck, yes, Hoonie! Harder, please, mommy’s good boy—ah!" Jay wailed, his hips jerking violently as Sunghoon hit his sweet spot three times in rapid, punishing succession.

Hearing that high-pitched, desperate praise coming from the nation's biggest solo artist made Sunghoon completely lose whatever sanity he had left.

He tightened his grip on Jay's small waist, practically lifting Jay's entire body up a few inches before slamming him back down onto his dick, meeting him halfway with a heavy, unyielding thrust.

The friction was insane, the slick lube and the warm water making every single slide smooth yet incredibly intense.

Jay was completely undone, his body trembling as he rode the brutal waves of Sunghoon’s pace.

He couldn't even maintain his balance anymore; he collapsed forward, burying his face into the crook of Sunghoon's neck, his teeth biting down on Sunghoon’s shoulder to muffle his loud, needy screams.

His own wet, hard length was frictioning heavily against Sunghoon’s flat stomach with every movement, leaking slick fluid under the falling water.

"I'm close, Jongseong... I'm gonna—" Sunghoon choked out, his muscles locking up, his veins standing out prominently along his arms and neck as the coiled tension in his lower stomach reached a screaming breaking point.

"Inside me! Do it inside me, hubby, fill me up!" Jay begged hysterically, his voice muffled against Sunghoon's skin as he arched his back, squeezing his eyes shut.

His inner muscles gripped Sunghoon’s dick like a vice, begging for the warmth.

Sunghoon let out a loud, unhinged roar, his hips giving three final, incredibly deep, devastating thrusts that buried him to the absolute root.

He locked his hips forward, pinning Jay firmly against him as a thick, heavy wave of heat flooded deep inside Jay’s core.

"Mhm~ yes. More, fuck me more! Ah~. Please, baby."

Jay let out a strangled, high-pitched whimper, his whole body spasming as his own release exploded simultaneously, spurting warmly across Sunghoon's chest and stomach.

They stayed locked together for a long, quiet minute, the only sounds being their ragged, desperate breathing and the steady patter of the shower water washing over their tangled, exhausted bodies.

The thick cloud of steam hung heavy in the air, wrapping around them like a warm blanket as the chaotic heat of the last few minutes gently cooled down into something incredibly soft and quiet.

Sunghoon’s chest was still heaving, his muscles trembling slightly from the lingering aftershocks of his release, but his grip on Jay’s waist instantly softened.

The intense, dark gaze that had completely taken over his face vanished, replaced by the familiar, gentle eyes of the second-grade teacher.

He looked up at Jay, who was still completely collapsed against his chest, panting softly with his face hidden in the crook of Sunghoon’s neck.

"Jongseong..." Sunghoon whispered, his voice incredibly deep and raspy.

He carefully lifted one of his large, wet hands, his fingers gently threading through Jay’s soaked black hair, pushing the wet strands away from his forehead.

"Are you okay? I didn't... I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Jay let out a tiny, muffled whimper against Sunghoon’s skin, but it wasn't a sound of pain—it was pure, exhausted comfort.

He slowly uncoiled his arms from around Sunghoon's broad shoulders, lifting his head up.

His tan skin was beautifully flushed, his lips swollen and shiny from all the kissing, and his eyes were heavy and completely glazed with adoration.

The dominant, playful facade he had used earlier was completely gone, leaving only the sweet boy underneath.

"No," Jay murmured softly, a tiny, genuine smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

He rested his forearms on Sunghoon’s chest, leaning his weight down gently.

"You didn't hurt me, Hoonie. You were perfect. I told you you’re a great kisser, but... this? Holy shit."

Sunghoon’s cheeks instantly flushed a sweet pink, his protective, gentle nature returning full force.

He felt a little shy now that the primal haze had cleared, but looking at how safely Jay was resting on top of him made his heart swell with an overwhelming warmth.

"I just... I wanted to make sure you were happy."

"I'm more than happy," Jay giggled softly, the sound light and melodic over the patter of the water.

He reached up, his small, warm hand gently cupping Sunghoon’s jawline, his thumb brushing over the tiny stubble on his chin that was now completely slicked with water.

"Look at you. Back to being my sweet, gentle teacher."

"I am sweet," Sunghoon pouted playfully, his large hands sliding down to rest loosely on Jay’s lower back, pulling him closer so the warm water from above could wash away the messy evidence of their release.

"You're the one who was bossing me around."

"And you loved every second of it," Jay retorted sassily, though he didn't hesitate to lean down and press a soft, lingering, wet kiss right to the center of Sunghoon’s lips.

It was a completely different kind of kiss—slow, sweet, and filled with a quiet affection that made Sunghoon’s stomach do a happy flip.

Jay pulled back just an inch, his eyes tracing every single feature of Sunghoon’s face before settling on the dark, blooming mark he had left on his throat.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss right over the hickey, making Sunghoon let out a low, content hum.

"Let’s get out of the water before we turn into prunes," Jay whispered against his skin, his arms wrapping around Sunghoon’s neck as he nuzzled into him one last time.

"Then we can go copy Jake's childhood photos from my drive."

Sunghoon chuckled, wrapping his long arms securely around Jay's frame to help him stand up in the slick tub. "Sounds like a perfect Friday night to me, hubby."

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I really hope you enjoy this one shot.
I will post my other too ideas tοο, therefore i have to finish a abo hoonjay fic im working on and im re writing all the fucking time...🥲

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