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You woke up with a plan, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. The day before had been... eventful, to say the least. Lee Know had been relentless with his teasing, pushing every one of your buttons until you were a blushing mess. But today, you were determined to turn the tables.
Lee Know thought he had you all figured out—that you were the cute, shy girlfriend who was easily flustered by his teasing. But he didn't know that you'd been planning a little surprise, one that you were sure would catch him off guard.
You started with a text, just like yesterday. Nothing too forward, just enough to set the stage.
Y/N Good morning, Jagi. Hope you're not too tired from practice yesterday. I've been thinking about you...
You could practically hear the smirk in his reply.
Lee Know Thinking about me, huh? I must've made quite the impression.
You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face widened. He was playing right into your hands.
Y/N You always do. But today, I think I might have something special in mind for you.
There was a pause, and you knew you'd piqued his interest.
Lee Know Oh? And what might that be?
Taking a deep breath, your heart raced. It was a bold move, one that you had never tried before, but you were confident it would do the trick. You snapped a quick picture, just suggestive enough to leave him wanting more, and attached it to your next message.
Y/N You'll have to wait and see...
This time, the pause was longer. When his reply finally came through, you could tell he was surprised—maybe even a little flustered.
Lee Know You're really playing with fire, Y/N. Don't start something you can't finish.
You smirked, feeling a thrill of satisfaction. This was exactly the reaction you were hoping for.
Y/N I think I can handle it. The real question is, can you?
Not giving him a chance to respond, you grabbed your things and headed to the JYP studio, where you knew he'd be practicing. The anticipation built with each step, your heart pounding as you imagined his reaction when he saw you.
When you arrived at the studio, it was quiet—too quiet. You peeked into the practice room and saw him there, alone, stretching by the mirror. His back was turned to you, giving you the perfect opportunity to make your move.
You slipped into the room quietly, closing the door behind you. He didn't notice you at first, too focused on his stretching, but when you cleared your throat, he spun around, his eyes widening slightly in surprise.
"Y/N," he said, his voice a mix of amusement and curiosity. "What are you doing here?"
You smiled sweetly, taking a step closer. "I wanted to see you, of course. And I thought maybe I could help you relax after all that hard work."
His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was trying to figure out what you were up to. "Is that so?"
You nodded, your smile widening as you took another step closer, your fingers brushing lightly over his chest. "I've been thinking about you all day," you said, your voice soft and sultry. "I couldn't wait until you got home."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your change in demeanor. "You've been acting different today," he noted, his tone light but his eyes darkening with interest. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"
You tilted your head, giving him an innocent look as your fingers continued to trace patterns on his chest. "Maybe I just wanted to turn the tables for once. You know, see how you handle being the one on edge."
He chuckled softly, his hand moving to your waist and pulling you closer. "Oh, so that's what this is about," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "You think you can make me flustered?"
You leaned up on your tiptoes, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "I think I can do more than that."
His grip tightened on your waist, but instead of pulling away, he held you close, his lips grazing your neck in a way that made your breath catch. "You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N," he warned, though his voice was more teasing than serious. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. "I'm not the one who should be worried," you managed to reply, though your voice wavered slightly.
He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes searching yours for a moment. Then, in one swift motion, he spun you around, pressing your back against the wall. The sudden movement caught you off guard, and you gasped, your heart racing as he leaned in, his face inches from yours.
"You think you can out-flirt me?" he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "I've been at this a lot longer than you, Y/N. I know all your weak spots."
You shivered at his words, but instead of backing down, you decided to push him even further. "Maybe," you said, your voice a little stronger now, "but I know yours too."
Before he could respond, you slid your hands up his chest, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him down into a heated kiss. He didn't resist—in fact, he deepened the kiss almost immediately, his hands roaming over your body with an intensity that made your knees weak.
You were breathless by the time he pulled away, your mind spinning from the kiss. But instead of looking flustered, he was smirking down at you, clearly pleased with how things were going.
"You're good," he admitted, his voice a soft rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "But not good enough."
Before you could react, he stepped back, moving to the door of the practice room. For a brief, confusing moment, you thought he was going to leave—but then he did something that made your heart skip a beat.
He locked the door.
Your eyes widened in surprise as he turned back to you, his expression a mix of amusement and something darker, more intense. He took his time walking back over to you, every step deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours.
"You wanted to play, right?" he asked, his voice low and teasing as he reached you, his hands resting on either side of your head, caging you in. "Well, now it's just the two of us. No distractions. No interruptions."
Your breath hitched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "So tell me, Y/N," he whispered, his voice sending a thrill through you, "are you ready to see what happens when you push me too far?"
You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. This wasn't exactly how you had planned things to go, but as he pulled you into another kiss—deeper, more demanding than the last—you realized you wouldn't have it any other way.
Because if there was one thing you'd learned today, it was that you loved this game of cat and mouse with Lee Know. And even though he might always have the upper hand, that didn't mean you were going to stop trying to turn the tables.
But for now, as he deepened the kiss, his hands exploring your body with a mix of possessiveness and tenderness, you were more than happy to let him take control.
