Jealous • A Bang Chan FF

Chapter Nineteen: Railway 🔞

~ YUJIN'S POV ~

Chan's hands gripped my waist tighter as the heat between us grew, his kisses becoming more urgent. My mind was a blur of need and frustration—any thoughts about what this meant, what we were doing, were lost in the haze.

I felt his hands move under my shirt, fingertips grazing my skin, sending a shiver through my body. I gasped, and that seemed to fuel him more. His lips moved down to my neck, pressing rough kisses there while I tugged at his shirt, wanting it off.

"Yujin," he breathed against my skin, voice low and filled with that same intensity from before, "I need you—"

Just as my fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt, the door to the studio burst open. Han's voice rang through the room, immediately followed by Changbin.

I jumped off Chan's lap so fast I nearly tripped, my face heating up as I tried to straighten myself out. Chan looked just as startled, his hair a mess, shirt half pulled up. Han and Changbin stood there, wide-eyed, clearly not expecting to walk in on... this.

"Uh..." Changbin blinked, trying to figure out what the hell he just walked into. Han was still frozen, looking between me and Chan.

Chan sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to play it cool. "What's up, guys?" His voice was calm, but I could tell he was annoyed.

Han blinked again before shaking his head, clearly deciding to pretend like he didn't just see what he saw. "We, uh, were gonna see if you were working on um... the song."

I wanted to dissapear.

"I'll catch up with you guys later," Chan said, waving them off.

Han and Changbin exchanged looks before slowly backing out of the room. Han, bless his heart, was still red in the face. Changbin gave us a wink before finally closing the door behind him.

"Well..." I mumbled, sitting back on the couch, cheeks flustered and completely embarrassed.

He chuckled, moving closer again, his hand gently cupping my face. "You're cute when you're flustered."

I swatted his hand away, still blushing. "Shut up." I lean into him. "So how about..." my fingers trace against his abs through his shirt. "You show me the song that you were supposed to be working on."

Chan raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto his lips. "You think you can just distract me like that?"

"Maybe," I replied, biting my lip and leaning back just enough to catch his gaze. "But I'm genuinely curious."

He sighed dramatically, but I could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. "Alright, fine. But don't blame me if you don't like it."

I laughed, feeling a little lighter now that the tension from earlier had shifted. Chan pulled away slightly and grabbed his laptop, opening it up and tapping away at the keyboard. I watched him work, the way he focused, tapping his fingers against the keys like he was composing a masterpiece.

It was a huge turn on.

There was always something about Chan producing that I found oddly attractive.

As he he pressed play, I noticed his smirk grow.

Tunnel vision got my eyes on you.

Checking every single time and every move.

Heart is racing day and night, for you.

Don't hold back, enjoy the ride, let it loose.

My eyes widen. "Chan..." I mutter, though it came out as a needy whine.

"Do you like it?" His eyes pierce into mine and I instinctively press my lips against him, climbing onto his lap as needy as I've ever been. Chan's surprise quickly faded as I pressed my lips against his, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer, the song still playing. "I knew you'd like it," he says smiling into the kiss.