Never | Lee Haechan

Their little secret📍

Stop, baby, don't stop
A secret sign that only the two of us know

- Baby don't stop, NCT U

Disclaimer: This chapter does have mature content and a little bit of fluff at the end. If you're uncomfortable with that I'd suggest skipping this chapter since it isn't really relevant to the plot aside from them settling on being unlabelled.

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He pinned her down on the bed, roughly clashing his lips onto hers again as she tried to move her hands around him. But he stopped her again. When she felt their lips detach for the second time that day, she was almost ready to throw hands which made him lowly chortle at her evident eagerness.

"Patience, doll. If we're doing it, we're doing it my way,"  the suddenly change in his tone and the darkening look in his eyes did something to her lower half, heat rising within her body. The comeback of that infamous nickname didn't help as memories flashed across her mind. Somehow she didn't cringe- it was like he knew exactly when to use which one of the nicknames on her.

He got up and threw his T-shirt above his head, exposing his bandaged torso from the wound he got a few nights ago. He then went to his desk while she propped herself up on her elbow, doing the same with her own t shirt, feeling the urgent need to get off them. That's when her eyes fell on the white gauze piece wrapped around her. It had been changed of course, it had been a few days afterall. But she still couldn't help but worry.

"Are you...gonna be okay with that wound though-"

"I'll be fine, worry about yourself," he said with a completely straight face as he crawled up to her. She found herself at loss of words. There was a weird temptation building inside of her at the thought of not being able to predict his next move. Minutes ago he was hesitating to even make out with her properly over some bro code and now it was as if that never happened.

Is he bipolar by any chance?

Her thoughts however, were clouded and turned into a mush when his lips came in contact with the side of her neck again. His hands gently glided over her arms, pinning them atop her head. Then she heard the sound of metal clinging and that's when she realised he just cuffed her to his bed.

He pulled away to briefly speak, "One main rule, no hands," he motioned at the cuffs which made her furrow her brows.

"Why not-"

"I don't like it. You said you can deal with me so don't ask too many questions,"

The very next second, without any warning, he deftly undid her bra, leaving her upper body
exposed.

Jiae felt the need to cover herself, insecurity creeping up on her. But of course, she couldn't move her hands as the cuffs held both her wrists hostage. So in response to his intense gaze on her, she turned in to a bright shade of red and was particularly self conscious about the now fading scar that started at her left shoulder blade and ended on her right hip. He couldn't see it cause her front was facing him, but it could be seen through the side of her waist. He seemed to catch on as he leaned closer, leaving a soft kiss on her jaw, then one right near her ear, "You're beautiful angel, so fucking pretty. So quit worrying," he whispered words of reassurance, his free hand moving to cup her breast that seemed to perfectly sculpt into his hands. A quiet whimper escaped her lips and her body squirmed ever so slightly when his hands lips moved down to her collarbone, then down to her hardened nipples. His other palm caressed her scar a little longer as if to tell her it's fine.