Jake had been rehearsing with Enhypen all day, and his back was sore and achy from all the dancing. As he flopped down on the couch, he looked over at YN with puppy-dog eyes.
"Hey, YN, can you give me a massage?" he asked, pouting a little.
YN laughed and shook her head. "Sure, Jake, I can give you a massage. But you owe me one later."
Jake grinned and lifted himself up, pulling his shirt off to expose his bare back. YN straddled his back, her hands working magic on his muscles.
As she kneaded the tension out of his back, Jake let out a contented sigh. YN's hands were strong and skilled, and he could feel himself relaxing under her touch.
Before he knew it, he was drifting off to sleep, his breathing deep and even. YN noticed and chuckled softly, her fingers still moving in slow, soothing circles.
"Sleep well, Jake," she whispered, before climbing off of him and covering him with a blanket.
As she watched him sleep, she couldn't help but feel a fondness for this boy who was so sweet and caring, even when he was exhausted. She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, before settling down on the couch next to him, content to wait until he woke up.
