Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
You sighed as your boyfriend placed his headphones over his ears, getting lost in his work yet again, not paying much attention to your ever so rare presence. Dating a rapper was challenging, but dating someone who worked close with one of your biggest flings was even harder. Your shoulders slumped as you looked at the picture of the AOMG crew that hung inside the studio, your eyes immediately moving to the leader.
Jay Park was someone who you wished you had given a chance to back then, when the two of you first met. He was persistent, even when he heard you and Wegun had started dating, he didnt give up. Wegun hated having you around the studio when Jay was around, solely because he knew of your past, and with Jay being the person he was, he didnt want any drama.
"Did I come all the way to the studio for nothing ?" you asked, as Wegun continued mixing the song he was working on.
"Can we just chill back at the apartment ? I have a lot of work to do" he replied, not even looking at you.
You rolled your eyes in frustration and rose from your seat, finally grabbing his full attention. "You have a schedule tonight, that's why im here remember?" you raised your voice, obviously quite pissed off that you drove almost an hour to spend time with your boyfriend who didnt care at all.
Wegun sighed in frustration, "Look (y/n), im really busy right now and you are making this harder, I didnt even ask you to come here" he groaned, his words suddenly hurting you. But this is how he was, he was a very work orientated person and he was bad at juggling a relationship. You dropped your shoulders and nodded in response, making your way to the door.
"(y/n) wait.." you heard him call, but that was enough.
You found yourself wondering the AOMG building, trying to hold back your tears and recollect yourself. Suddenly you heard music blaring out of the dance studio, and caught a glimpse of Gray sitting near the door. Gray was an old friend, way before you even met Jay and Wegun, he would make this situation a little better.
You pushed open the door and was greeted by a wide smile from Gray, who was in the middle of a call. You politely stood to the side to give him privacy when you felt place a quick peck on your cheek. Turning around, you came face to face with Jay. A very sweaty, a very shirtless Jay Park.
"hey (y/n), didnt know you were around here" he said, as he turned down the music and grabbed a towel.
"Well I---"
"Hey I'll catch up with you guys later, I have a meeting" Gray called before you could tell him what happened. You sighed as you watched him exit the room, shutting the door tightly behind him. There went your only hope of recollecting your love life.
"Did you come here with Wegun ?" Jay asked, wiping himself off and rejoined you in the middle of the room.
You bit down on your trembling lip, as you fought back the tears once more. Wegun's harsh words still repeating in your head as you tried to avoid eye contact with Jay, who began to look concerned.
"Fight huh ? Well you deserve it" he said bluntly, causing you to knot your eyebrows together in confusion.
"What the hell...How is it my fault ?" you retorted, as Jay snorted at your question.
"If you just dated me in the beginning you wouldnt be in this shit" he said, taking a step closer to you.
"not this again Jay----"
"Why?" he questioned, his eyes zoning in on yours, "Admit you made a fucking mistake in choosing him and admit that you would love to be with me."
"I dont----" you insisted, pushing him away, but found yourself now pressed against his body. Jay held you firmly by your waist as you tried to free yourself, his face now only inches away from yours. You swallowed hard as his lips lightly grazed your jawline, making you shiver.
"Jay stop--I cant do this---" you begged. Even though you hated Wegun right now, this still counted as cheating.
"(y/n), you want this just as much as I do and im tired of waiting around, seeing you cry because he doesnt seem interested, what the fuck is wrong with you ? do I have to make you scream out my name in order for you to see that im the one you are meant to be with ?" Jay growled, pressing harder on your waist so that you could feel his groin against you.
"Jay I do like you but-----"
"but nothing, let me show you what you are missing" he whispered, bringing his lips down onto yours, immediately making you melt into him. The kiss was softer than you expected, he moved slowly against your lips, breathing in deeply as you tilted your head to the side allowing him more access.
Jay broke the kiss, eyes still locked on yours, his playful expression was now gone and you felt as though there really was more to this. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was meant to him. It was always him. Jay grabbed your hand and led you to the back of the studio, sitting down on the leather couch and pulled you onto his lap. You moaned in pleasure, as Jay's soft lips now caressed your neck, as he slowly began moving your body against his groin, causing the two of you to become more desperate for one another.
Your clothes found its way onto the floor and Jay rid himself of his pants as free hand explored more of your body, making sure to be delicate with every touch. It was a different feeling altogether. You expected him to be rough, to be in it just for the sake of sex, but he was different.
"(y/n), this is more than what it is right?" he whispered against your skin, catching you offguard. "I dont want us to end, you are all I've ever wanted."
"Jay...." you moaned, as he entered you, making you ponder on everything that was happening all at once. He moved slowly, wrapping his hands tightly around your waist as you placed your hands on his chest, scratching away at his skin. Jay bit down on his lip, his eyes not leaving yours for a second as you moved your body against him, moaning out his name repeatedly.
"yes baby" he hummed, bringing his lips to your ear, "That will be the only name you ever moan again."
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