“So is that still a ‘no’ you’re not going to tell me where you’re taking me.” You said for the third time and Jonghyun just smirked and continued to drive.
“Yep.” He simply answered with that smirk kept firmly on his face.
Jonghyun had been driving for forty-five minutes now and as soon as you left Seoul you were really curious as to where he was going to take you so early in the morning.
“You just said yes, right?”
“No.”
Something dawned on you, “Oh God it’s not another strip club is it?”
When he just laughed your frowned deepened, “You and EunJi both have a nasty habit of trying to set me up with strippers.”
He stopped his laughing and looked at you when he stopped at a red light, “I don’t remember ever trying to set you up with a stripper. Last time I checked… that night you didn’t really refuse me, a stripper in all his leather glory.” he ended with a wink as the light turned green and you huffed your face reddening.
The both of you have a mutual agreement to never bring up the night you slept together. “Well… I was a little intoxicated… and I was just trying to help out a nice boy.”
It was Jonghyun’s turn to frown, “You mean how you sucked Minho’s dick?”
You practically choked on Jonghyun’s bluntness and he made a left turn and continued, “If that’s how you help out nice boys… I should have gotten something a long time ago,” he muttered.
“What was that?” you didn’t quite hear the last part as you were still trying not to recall those very hot, very potent memories of two of your closest guy friends giving you the best sexual experience you will probably ever have in your life.
“Nothing. And can you please tell me what strip club is open at eleven in the morning?”
He had a point, “Well kinky places might… I don’t know, you’re the ex-stripper here.”
He rolled his eyes, “____,” he shook his head, “Speaking of, Jinki is still mad at you about that.”
Your eyes widened at him and you took a sip of your coffee, “I told him sorry! I didn’t know it was his last piece of chicken.”
Jonghyun slammed on his brakes as a car stopped short in front of him and then started laughing uncontrollably causing you to giggle as well, “I wasn’t talking about that,” he suddenly stopped laughing and gave you a serious look, “But you should never bring that up to him. He said he’ll never forgive you,” he snickered and looked behind him as he tried parking the car.
“Seriously? The man is crazy about his food.” You mumbled and unbuckled your seatbelt and gave a look around to where you two finally stopped. And you didn’t recognize anything so you gave up early.
Jonghyun had called you at about six in the morning begging you to go somewhere because he had something important to tell you. And true to his nature he refused to tell you about the ‘where.’
Both of you got out of the car and you sighed happily to feel the spring breeze on your skin. Jonghyun walked beside you and smiled softly, “No, Jinki is mad because you took one his best employees.”
You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “Um… you definitely left on your own. I had nothing to do with that.”
“He doesn’t think that,” he chuckled, taking your hand, “He thinks we are together.”
You blushed at the skinship but continued to hold his hand, “But we aren’t.”
He nodded a bit sadly it seemed but then gave you a hot once over, “He also thinks we’re fucking.”
You let go of his hand shoved him, “Which we definitely aren’t.”
You knew your face was at about a tomato red level. You two have a strange dynamic. After you left the club that night, Jonghyun apparently asked Jinki for EunJi to get your number because he wanted to keep in contact with you. But the morning after you were so embarrassed to even think about seeing him after you left two boys hit you from the front and behind that you couldn’t contact him. But Jonghyun was persistent and he ended showing up to your dorm one night. And EunJi, being the great matchmaker she was, let him in and after you walked from class you saw him lying on your bed taking pictures of himself with his phone.
He looked up when he heard someone enter the room and greeted you with a warm smile, “Well hello there beautiful. You never did tell me your name.”
Your jaw dropped as you saw the man you slept with a few weeks ago. Instead of his leather attire he had on a pair of denim jeans that fit him snugly and a cream sweater that failed at not outlining his perfect body. You tried hard not to imagine peeling away that sweater a licking down those chocolate abs.
“Are you a stalker?” were the first words that could only come out of your mouth and a smirk grew on his face. He stood up from your bed and walked towards you, causing you back up against a wall.
Your breath hitched as you smelled his dark intoxicating cologne when he leaned in to your ear, “Why haven’t you contacted me _____?”
Your only response was a shaky breath and he laughed deeply, placing a kiss on your neck, “Would you like to have coffee with me?”
He backed completely up your bodies no longer touching and a nervous smile etched on his features. You blinked and nodded slowly. “Yes… sure.”
He grinned and took your hand and you went out.
It has been a year since the two have you been friends and you were barely separated… so it wasn’t a surprise when anyone thought that. But Jonghyun has not made any move to ask you out, kiss you or like Jinki so classily put it, fuck. Nothing. And it made you feel really insecure about you feelings. You like him but other than that one night a year ago he had made not one mention about it ; so you hadn’t either, out of fear your relationship might change.
He only laughed at your embarrassment and you glared, “Stop your teasing Jamong and tell me where you’re taking me.”
He playfully glared at you at the mention of his unwanted nickname. “No. I want to kill Key for even mentioning that to you.”
“Jamong, Jamong. Jamong,” you said poking his arm and he growled picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.
You screamed and giggled as he continued to walk around a corner ignoring the stares of people walking, “Jjong I have on a skirt!”
“So….?” He replied and kept a firm grasp on your legs.
You tried hitting his back with your fists and he only chuckled at your attempts, “Kim Jonghyun! Someone could see up my skirt!”
“Whose fault is it for wearing such a short thing anyway?”
You slapped his ass hard and he still didn’t budge, “I like that girl~”
You giggled at his silliness, “Jjoooooong~” you whined in your aegyo voice and he finally put you down.
You knew he secretly liked when you used aegyo on him, “That’s not fair,” he pouted and pulled you up against him and you wiggled your nose.
“Neither is manhandling! Next time I’ll call rape.” You teased and your breath caught when his hand subtly brushed against your breast. As soon as he heard the sound, Jonghyun made a move to lean in towards your lips and his hands tightened around your waist, his breathing felt on your lips.
You two stood there like that and you could feel your will power to keep everything platonic... go down the drain. Why did it have to feel so good being up against his body? Why did he have to be so sexy? Why were flashes of that night invading your mind? Why were you breathing so hard?
Clearing his throat as he let go of your waist, “Come on… we’re almost there.” He grabbed your hand and finally led you to this building that you started to notice was an instrument shop.
“What’s this?”
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a key to open the door. “Jjong-,”
“I want to show you something that... I’ve never showed anyone.”
You walked in and it looked like a typical instrument shop, pianos greeted you first when you walked and bass, electric and acoustic guitars outlined the walls and a drum set was also in the corner.
“This way,” Jonghyun said and led you to the back of the shop which had… a mini recording studio.
The both of you sat down on a couch stationed behind the mixing pad. “Is this your place?”
He nodded his head and looked down in his lap, “It was originally my father’s. He was a musician and before he left, he used to teach me how to play the guitar and I would sing with him.”
You rubbed his knee and he looked up at you and smiled nervously. An expression that you rarely see grace his handsome features. “I… Before my mother got sick I was thinking about auditioning to become a singer. That has always been my dream.” He breathed deeply and kept talking, “But I had to take up a quick job because the surgeries that my mother needed cost money that my family didn’t have. So I knew I needed to take care of her.”
“That’s why you started working for Jinki.” You said and he nodded smiling slightly.
“Exactly. So I temporarily had to give up this,” he motioned around, “But I have still always kept up my song writing as bursts of inspiration came to me.
Jonghyun grabbed your hand again and stared at you intensely and you could only blush, “It turns out lately that you’re my inspiration. Everything that I seem to write… is about you.”
You opened your mouth to say something but he stopped you by giving you a quick kiss. “Jonghyun,” you whispered as he grabbed for the guitar behind him.
“I… began to write a song last night that… I would love for you to hear.”
You only nodded and he chuckled, “You’re so cute.”
You were about to tease him again but as his fingers began to strum the guitar and his voice reached your ears you were blown away.
“Ooo Dream girl~ I try to catch you but I can’t.”
Tears welled in your ears as he continued to sing. You didn’t know why you were getting so emotional over the first line.
“Where we started is not that important, Now all that fills my eyes is the perfect image of you.”
Jonghyun looked up from his guitar and his dark gaze captured you. You couldn’t look away.
“Your face is still clear, I still feel warm from your hand that I held.”
Tears continued to well in your eyes and you tried to blink them away. Stupid Jamong making you cry. You were his inspiration to write? What’s that supposed to mean? You wanted him to be blunt and honest like he always was.
“You approach me in the night and are gone by the morning. I can’t send you off like this every day.”
His beautiful voice continued and you could see him starting to tear up as well, “Baby don’t even think of leaving me.”
As Jonghyun’s pitch went higher so did it seem his desperation and somehow the song seemed to speak to you. Was this his confession? Did he like you as much as you liked him? If not, you didn’t think this “just friends” relationship was going to work much longer. The more he serenaded you the more you grew to fall for him.
Jonghyun could make you so mad because he always liked to tease you. This time… you don’t think you could handle it if this was his joke on you. He said it was about you… but you continued to doubt everything.
“Dream girl. I try to catch you but I can’t. Dream Girl. I wait for you every night. I whisper sweetly my love. But you’re gone by the morning dream girl.”
When he finished singing, you bit your lip, “I should go…” but you didn’t get far as he grabbed you wrist.
“_____? Wait! Was I that bad?” he asked and you could hear the hurt in his voice.
You turned around and could feel a tear slide down you cheek, “No. You were perfect… but Jonghyun… Jonghyun I don’t think we can hang out anymore.”
He frowned and lifted your chin, “You’re not making any sense. I thought you liked me.”
He quickly amended, “I thought you liked hanging out with me. Did I offend you? I must have been bad. I’m sorry I’ve never really played for anyone and if I was bad I’m sorry I’ll never sing for you again.” He ended on a sad chuckle.
You just looked at him not daring to answer because of your fear of breaking down, “I guess my attempt to confess to you romantically failed huh?”
His attempt to what? “I love you. I’ve been in love with you since I laid eyes on you in the club that night. Why do you think I ‘stalked’ you.” He sighed. “I was desperate to see you. But you didn’t seem like you felt the same way although I know you did enjoy my company.”
“But I do love you Jonghyun!” you blurted out and he smiled.
“Then don’t leave me. Become mine. Be my dream girl,” you snorted at his corniness and hit him playfully connecting your lips.
“Of course Jamong.” And squealed as he grabbed your ass. You squirmed in his arms.
“I’m going to need you to stop calling me that.” You just stuck out your tongue and gasped as you felt a finger enter your core.
“Mmm, I guess there is one good thing about this skirt,” Jonghyun said smugly and you bit your lip to hold back a moan as he pumped his finger inside of you.
He added another finger and his speed increased as well as how wet you were. “Its been a long time since I’ve felt you.”
His voice dropped an octave, “You still feel as amazing…”
“J-Jonghyun-,”
“Call me Oppa.” He cut you off and you cried out as his third finger entered you curling finding your spot immediately.
How the hell did he do that? Your legs threatened to give out as he continued his ministrations and your nails dug in his shoulder which was currently the only thing keeping you upright.
He smiled as he heard your breathing quicken. His fingers somehow got deeper inside of you.
“Shit.” You heard him curse as you both felt your walls tighten when an orgasm threatened to whip through you.
But Jonghyun wouldn’t have any of that and he pushed you down on the couch with your legs sprawled. He quickly yanked your panties and skirt off and smiled up at you. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to get to taste you again? Fuck.” And he delved between your legs and your orgasm came.
He kept up his obnoxious licking, the sounds of his slurping and your moaning filling the studio. “Do you hear how wet you are?” he asked between your legs and groaned as his tongue pushed in and out of your soaking vagina, two of his fingers joining him scissoring and your legs around his neck tightened.
“O-Oppa~”
“Yes baby,” he murmured and you bucked your hips in his face waiting for your second orgasm but he stopped.
He stood up throwing you your skirt and underwear. “I need to get you in my bed, let’s go.”