The door slam was loud as Jeno left the car, grabbing the keys right away inside his jeans pocket. The way back to his apartment was silent after what happened at the party. He was pissed to say the least, in a way you could see it just by the muscle of his cheek as he clenched his teeth.
The problem started when you were talking to a friend at the party that you and Jeno went together. Even if he trusted your loyalty, Jeno was always possessive, and especially when it comes to that guy, he hates it. Obviously, he would hate it even more when he heard him hitting on you.
You had to practically drag Jeno out of the party or he would throw hands at the guy.
-I told you that he was really a friend. I never thought he had second intentions. – You say, dropping your purse on his couch. Jeno lets out a sarcastic laugh.
-Of course he had second intentions, Y/n. I've warned you since the beginning. The way he always looked at you. It was obvious! – He says in a louder tone, making the vein of his neck jump in anger.
-Well, it was not obvious to me! You always think that every guy who talks to me wants to hit on me. He had never done that before. How would I know? – You say with your hands on your hips.
-He has been doing it since the first time he met you, Y/n. Asking for your number, following all your social media, telling you how beautiful you are in this dress tonight. – Jeno turns around, leaning with his hands on the table. - I wonder if you are really this naïve or if you enjoyed the attention. – The last part was just a mumble from his anger, but which you heard very well. Jeno widens his eyes, regretting what he said in the same second.
He turns to face you again and sees your eyes getting watery.
-That's so unfair. I really didn't know. – You say as a tear rolls down your cheek. – You know what? I think I need some time alone. – You grab the car keys and your purse on the couch, and Jeno's heart skips a beat.
-Wait, Y/n. I... didn't mean it. Let's talk about it. – Jeno follows you, seeing you open the front door.
All his anger burning inside him suddenly vanished away. He didn't want to argue with you. He was jealous of someone who he loves, but blaming you for that was not what he wanted.
-I don't wanna talk about that now. I can't even look at your face. – You say, clicking on the car key to unlock the door, and Jeno gulps in nervousness.
-It's late. Where will you even go at this hour?
-I'll go to Bea's house. – You say, grabbing the door's handle, but Jeno blocks the door with his hand.
-No, don't go... Please. I'm sorry. What I said was wrong. I was so jealous that I ended up throwing it all on you. – Jeno says with a trembling voice, but you keep your gaze on the car.
-Jeno... Move away. Let me get in the car. – You say in a low tone, and Jeno slowly takes his hand off the way, watching you get in.
You turn the car on, but Jeno leans on the door with his hands, as the window was open all the way down when you arrived.
-I'm begging you... Please, stay. I know it was not your fault. I was an idiot. That's not what I think about you. But please, stay here. I can't sleep thinking you are somewhere else.
Your hands grip tighter on the wheel. His voice was breaking your heart into pieces, even if you were so mad before. All you wanted was to throw yourself in his arms and cry while yelling at him, but a part of your heart was still hurt by what he said.
-Let me go... I need to be alone for now. – You say, and he bites the inside of his lips.
-Alright... I understand. – He nods weakly. – Just... let me kiss you before you go. Don't leave without saying goodbye...
Your eyes run around in doubt, but after a few seconds of silence, you slightly turn your head in his direction. He leans on the door with his forearms, entering with his torso through the window. His lips brush on yours with delicacy, leaving a long peck that made your heart melt. It was like he wanted to tell you how regretful he was by that kiss.
It didn't take long for you to feel his tongue entering your mouth, and as a simple habit, you let him deepen the kiss. His hand rested on the side of your face. A bit clumsy due to his position, yet so warm, slow and so deep that it could shake your senses.
-I'm sorry, love. I'm sorry. – He says between your lips. – I will do whatever you want. Just stay here. I'm begging you. – He whispers, preventing you from talking, kissing you again and again. – I was an idiot. I know I was. I won't do it again. I promise. So... What do you say, ugh...?
His voice is hypnotizing, like a massage to your ears, and his mouth was like honey on yours. He had already apologized, right...?
-I would never want attention from someone else. – You say low, finally looking at him again.
-I know that. – You hear the sound of the door opening. Jeno knees down and lays his head on your lap. – I was too jealous. – He says, closing his eyes, and you chuckle. His similarity with a Samoyed puppy was never so clear.
Your hand rests on the top of his head, caressing the strands of his hair. He grunts at the feeling of your nails scratching his nape, amused by the love of your touch.
He lifts his head, looking at you in the eyes again while staying on his knees.
-Do you forgive me? – He asks with a worried face. You must admit that seeing that view is not entirely bad. Jeno could make some mistakes now and then, but he knows very well how to apologize to you.
Your hand flies to the side of his face, and he bends his head, leaning against your touch. Crap. Why does he gotta be so handsome? Your thumb brushes on his lips as you hold his chin, and suddenly his gaze switches to a sharp one. He tries to hold back a smirk. He knows you're enjoying watching him in this situation, and he couldn't care less about having to be on his knees for you.
-I forgive you only... if you forgive me too. I will be more careful next time. - You say, and he chuckles.
His arm involves your legs, taking you out of the car bride-style. You hold onto his neck, letting him carry you back after closing the door with his foot.
-As if anyone could win against you. – You whisper in his ear, leaving a kiss on his neck, and he grins, tightening his grip around your waist.
