SMITTEN || J.JK

16| Fizzy sensations

"What do we do now?",the corners of her eyes crease but her brown eyes bore deeper when they land on the tent formed in my sweatpants and a shocked breath hisses out of her mouth, soon replaced by a wicked smile.Fuck me sideways. I should have just stopped her instead of falling clueless with a goddamn bulge in my trouser but the flashbacks mock my brain. My body knows better than me to live the past few moments again if I could, to make her feel the same fire that blazed in my veins and to see her face when she's trembling on the edge.

"I guess we should go downstairs",I mutter helplessly and she nods before glancing at my torso again."I'll go first since you have some…business down there",her lips twist into a smirk before she shuts the door behind her to step downstairs.This brat has no idea how difficult it is to tramp this down embarrassment after being stimulated like that.

"You're in trouble, buddy.",I throw my gaze down on the erection before a sigh slips from my mouth. There's no way I can face my mom with this when I would rather cut my arm off than flashing this so I head to the attached bathroom to take care of this, keeping a note in my mind to make y/n pay for this. She better be ready to face the consequences because I sure as hell am not going easy on her.

— 10 minutes later —

Before I can call out for attention, my vision adjusts to the people engaged in setting up the table for an untimely meal. I walk down the stairs to step inside the kitchen, my arms landing on the kitchen island before I clasp mom in a hug."How are you guys so early, today?",I press a kiss on her temple and absorb the warmth from this embrace."We had a meeting nearby and your dad happened to know a chef who makes amazing Dwaeji Gukbap so we brought it over since you guys love it. We were going for a quick meal but since y/n is here, let's have a feast.",She expresses her excitement and retrieves the cutlery from the cabinet so I help her to arrange the bowls on the table, my eyes catching y/n who smiles at the mention of her name.

"Thank you so much Ms.Choi, but really, I was about to leave.I don't want to keep you guys from work.",This girl is sweet and thoughtful as ever to show her gratitude but she doesn't realise how my parents deem her as the best girl apart from their daughter."It's not a big deal y/n, we're more than happy to have you with us on the table.", My dad states the truth upon entering the kitchen to check on the soup and turns off the stove to carefully lead the carousel across the living room.

"Yes, it's been so long since you've stayed over for a meal. I'm not letting you go now.", Junghee bounces along her to link their arms before they sink onto the chairs and a strange sense of jealousy simmers in my chest when she occupies the seat next to my baby. I have no idea what ignites this displeasure but I figure I've been around her so much that her absence causes me discomfort, as if there's a frantic scramble in my brain. I blow out a breath to tap junghee so she puts her eyes on me."Shift there.",My voice comes low and rigid but she retorts a scowl to my luck before leaving the chair vacant and I waste no time in joining the girl beside me.

"Oh my god, I can't wait to taste it. It's been so long.",The sigh I've been holding on at the sight of my favourite food earns an adorable giggle from her."Hold down your drool, young man. We don't want to behave uncivilized in front of your friend.",The man who can never take a rest from teasing me, intervenes but too late, I'm already shoving a spoonful of the soup to relish the rich taste. Anybody who knows me well acknowledges the fact that food comes in my priorities, the only thing that can make me feel good, except a new feeling that I've been loving these days. My mind clicks at the thought so I avert my eyes to the girl beside me who's already retracting her gaze after I caught her staring at me.

Her cheeks are guilty of a shade of pink and her lips are parted which press to digest a gulp as if she's nervous or attempting to hide the brush of a thought in her mind. I don't leave this opportunity and steal a look at my parents who are engrossed in a conversation with my sister to inch my lips near her ear.