A therapist and an idol, what could possibly go wrong?
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「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 an idol, haunted by suicidal thoughts, seeks solace from a therapist, unaware that their connection will become deeper. 」
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↳ currently playing ;; [Seven] - [Jungkook]
Can she truly maintain a physical connection without it evolving into emotional attachment? When Jay countered with that question, Sora found herself unable to respond immediately. Nevertheless, he persisted, and she wished he hadn't. She yearned for him to keep his silence, but he insisted on bringing it back .
"Besides, weren't you the one who was asking for it last time?" he taunted, taking a step closer, towering over her as she averted her gaze to the floor.
"I was drunk."
Her only justification, and she knew even that reason wasn't sufficient to justify her actions.
"Drunk words are sober thoughts, Sora." Jay lifted his hand, his finger under her chin, making her lift her head to look at him.
His thumb brushed her lower lip, and if only she knew how difficult it was for Jay to restrain himself from ravaging those plump, sweet lips of hers.
But not a second after she averted her gaze, Jay made her look back at him. She was surprised when he leaned in, closing the gap between them and capturing her lips with his. She felt him take a step forward, making her take a step back until she felt a wall behind her, and she realized she had been kissing him back.
The kiss didn't last long, at least not as long as she expected it to be, as Jay leaned back, his eyes locked on hers, strands of hair falling on the side of his face, and his breath warm with a flushed face.
"Sora," he began, his arm resting against the wall beside her, the other still cradling her chin. "Give me your answer. Is it a yes or a no? That way, I can still pull back if it's a no."
Leaning in, their foreheads almost touching, she caught a whiff of his minty breath. "A physical attachment without emotional strings – I can manage it. Can you, Sora?"
Staring into his eyes, for a moment, her own reflection mirrored back at her. Then, she encircled her arms around him, and Jay lowered his hand from her chin, watching for her next move.
What happened next was part expected and part surprise for Jay. It wasn't like he anticipated this exact response, so it took a moment to sink in. As Sora's lips met his, he responded after a beat, his hand gently winding around her waist. Adjusting his knee, he subtly encouraged her to part her legs, intensifying the connection.
The kiss grew fervent, tongues dancing, and when the need for air surfaced, she pulled away.
"So, it's a yes," Jay said, his voice dropping in tone, and she nodded, resting against the wall.
