Home Invasion || Park Jisung

16。the hottie next door

3 MONTHS LATER
Friday, 05:02 a.m.

Oh god, there he goes again.

She rolled her eyes, watching her boyfriend climb up the fateful tree beside her house. She slid up the window, leaning over her desk with her head tilted to one side. "Are you ever gonna use my front door like a normal boyfriend and I don't know, greet my parents or something?"

Jisung flashed her an innocent smile, legs balanced on her ledge. "And miss the opportunity of sneaking through the window like in the movies?"

She tsked, moving aside to let him in. Jisung jumped off of her ledge and safely onto her bedroom floor—"And besides, I just went fishing with your dad last week, I think he's sick of my face."

One thing about Jisung that surprised her was how well he got along with her family. She'd always imagined that her father wouldn't like her boyfriends, but it was evident that he adored the boy, quite possibly more than he did his own daughter.

So much so that her parents never actually mind when Jisung came over for sleepovers, which was exactly what they were doing today. She looked down at the pillow clutched in his hand and chuckled, "what's with the pillow?"

Jisung rolled his eyes, knowing well enough what she was referring to: his favorite pillow, and in particular, the rose-pictured pillowcase he used so much.

"Shut up," he teased as he approached her, "it's from my grandma."

He dropped his pillow on her bed, snaking an arm around her waist under her baggy t-shirt. He pulled her in, leaning down as their lips met. Nari tiptoed into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as she felt his arms tighten around her. Slowly, his fingers moved upwards on her back.

She stifled a laugh, pulling away from the kiss and looking up at the confused boy. "Keep it in your pants, will you? We were literally just talking about your grandma."

This time, Jisung rolled his eyes. He cocked his eyebrows, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smirked. "Laced bra?"

"What?" She furrowed her eyebrows at him.

"You're wearing the laced bra."

Her mouth fell agape. "No, I'm not—"

"C'mon, babe—" he shot her a skeptical look— "I know my own girlfriend's laced bra, especially when it's my favorite one."

"Just—" she rolled her eyes incredulously, leaning back onto him— "shut up." She pulled his face towards her, smashing their lips together impulsively. He didn't complain; he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer like instinct. Nari couldn't help but smirk into the kiss.

Ugh, fuck Park Jisung. 

16。❝ the hottie next door ❞