Jinyoung is 23 years old and has a big passion for writing.
He often finds himself to be depressed and thinking about his dark past.
One day, he meets a mysterious guy named Jaebum who might help him get through all of that.
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"Jinyoung! I'm home~!"
I peaked my head out of my bedroom door and saw Jackson fall face first on the couch.
"Jackson! You're finally home!" I yelled in excitement and walked over to my tired friend. "How was work?"
"Ugh..." he groaned against the couch cushion. "Tiring."
"I can tell." I chuckled and crossed my arms. "It's fine. I can prepare dinner tonight while you get some rest."
He looked up with a wide smile. "That's why you're my best friend."
I laughed and went to the kitchen to start making dinner. Right when I was gonna start, I heard my phone ring in my pocket. I took it out and saw JB's name on my screen. I accepted the call and put the phone against my ear.
"Hello?"
"Jinyoung? Hey!"
"Hi. What's up?"
"Not much. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over later?"
I pondered for a while before an idea popped in my head.
"Wait! How about you come to my place this time? I'm gonna prepare dinner and you can finally meet Jackson!" I said excitedly. I heard a small chuckle escape from his lips.
"Yeah, sure. What time should I come?"
"Hm... does 7 sound good?"
"Perfect. I'll see ya later."
"Great! See ya!" I hung up and quickly ran to the living room where Jackson had passed out on the couch. "Jackson! Get your lazy ass up!" I yelled and hit his head with a cushion.
"Ugh what?!" He yelled and rubbed his eyes.
"You'll finally get to meet JB! He's coming over for dinner at 7!" He blinked a few times and furrowed his eyebrows as if he was comprehending my words.
"Oh... OH! I'll finally get to meet your boyfriend! I have to pick an outfit!" He fell over from the couch and ran off to his room.
"HE'S NOT MY- oh whatever." I rolled my eyes, knowing that he couldn't hear me.
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Jackson had helped me pick an outfit earlier that I had just changed into. I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair that was currently a fluffy mess.
The outfit consisted of a dark blue button up shirt which sleeves I had rolled up slightly to show off the watch on my wrist and black jeans that had rips on the knees.
Jackson was wearing a pair of jeans and his black adidas hoodie. I had already set the table up really nicely and put plates, glasses and the utensils for the three of us.
I heard the doorbell ring so I stopped fiddling with my hair and ran over to open the door. I opened it to reveal a smiling JB.
"Hi!" I smiled and stepped aside to let him in, closing the door behind him.
"Hey." He smiled back and took off his jacket. I hung it up for him and he mouthed a quick 'thank you'. I led him into the living room where Jackson was standing.
"JB, this is Jackson, Jackson this is JB." I said. They said their greetings and shook hands. "So... shall we eat?"
"Yes! I'm starving!" Jackson laughed and we went to the kitchen. We took our seats by the table and put the food on our plates.
We ate while making small talk and Jackson and JB got to know each other better which was good.
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The evening was spent really well in my opinion but Jackson was still very tired since I had woken him up earlier so he went to bed early.
Me and JB had decided to go on a walk and ended up walking to the old bridge. We were sitting beside each other, him to my left, as we enjoyed the silence of the night while looking at the dark lake and the reflection of the city lights and bright moonlight.
"Did the food taste good?" I asked.
"Yeah. It was amazing!" He replied.
"I'm glad to see that you and Jackson got along." I said and smiled.
"Yeah, he seems really nice." He said.
I took a deep inhale and exhale as I watched the calm water in front of us. I felt him place his hand on my thigh which caused my body to tense up under his touch.
He moved his hand up and down repeatedly like that night when we watched the movie. I took my bottom lip in between my teeth and tried not to focus on that too much.
"Why so tense?" He asked quietly. I gulped and turned my head to face him.
"A-Am not." I cleared my throat and wanted to mentally punch myself for stuttering which only caused him to smirk. I looked straight ahead, not facing him.
I felt him lean in and whisper in my ear. "Do I make you nervous?"
My palms started sweating and I swallowed the saliva in my mouth that made its way down my now dry throat. I turned my head to face him once again but wasn't prepared for how close we were this time. I felt my cheeks heat up.
He glanced down at my lips before slowly leaning in. I was frozen. He kept leaning in until he closed the gap between us.
I closed my eyes when I felt his lips come in contact with mine and they moved in sync.
He placed his hand at the back of my neck, deepening the kiss, as I tangled my fingers in his black locks.
He ran his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance, but I didn't give in. He let out a low groan and bit my bottom lip lightly which caused me to gasp. He took this opportunity and slid his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch.
We pulled away when we ran out of breath and he rested his forehead against mine.
