Laughter filled the second floor room at the end of the hallway. It was currently 1 AM, Jisung and Jay being the only ones home. The rest of their roommates decided to go on a weekend trip together, which the two declined the invitation to due to the girl being sick just a day before. Though they were alone, their bedroom door still stayed locked for Jay's sake. It made her feel more safe, despite currently straddling the lap of who made her most comfortable. There was a pink hue to the large bedroom as Jisung and the small latina girl playfully wrestled around their king sized bed, the boy eventually flipping them over and ending up being the one straddling the other's waist. The laughter subsided as slim hands made their way around Jay's throat, the tan skin turning white just underneath the lighter colored hands. Eyes meet and reassuring looks are exchanged, smaller hands slipping under a white sleeveless shirt to rest against the boy's sides. Fingernails gently drag against warm skin that soon raises with goosebumps. It was never verbally spoken but Jay knew that it was one of her boyfriend's most sensitive spots. Training her eyes on his face, she smiles softly at the boy hovering above her. The distance between their faces is shortened as Jisung leans down and presses a gentle kiss against her lips, then trailing kisses down her jawline, throat and collarbones, each one more rough than the last. Jay's hands tightly grip the hem of her boyfriend's shirt and pull it up and over his head, it landing somewhere on their cool wooden floor. Soon enough, he had replaced her throat with small, soft thighs. Jisung couldn't remember exactly when he stopped straddling her but her legs were now wrapped around his waist rather than the other way around. A soft breath left his mouth as he lifted his head and saw his favorite girl underneath him, in all her glory, as he would say. Jisung never cared too much about the sexual aspect of their relationship but seeing her this way never failed to blow him away. She would completely give herself to him despite her anxieties and insecurities. She trusted him. She loved him. That was so attractive to Jisung. It made him feel content. Soft whispers were exchanged before his bare skin met hers.
Usually Jisung hated being woken up by the others, but he had slept amazing. A mixture of the shower running and his group of friends entering their designated rooms to put their things away was heard as he got out of bed. He made his way into the bathroom to give his girlfriend a good morning kiss before walking out into the hallway and then down to the kitchen where he found the oldest of the group along, a few of the others in the living room discussing what to eat after the two hour drive they had just taken.
"Morning.. where's Jay?"
"Uh, showering."
The younger boy walked over to one of the many cupboards and pulled out a bag of bagels and cut one in half before placing it in the toaster. A yellow mug was taken from it's spot and placed under the spout of the friend group's coffee maker that they had received at their house warming party. After a few minutes, Jisung returned to his shared bedroom with an egg sandwich and heavily creamed coffee in hand.
Downstairs, Chan laughed quietly and shook his head to himself. Minho walked in, Lay trailing behind him. The girl sat in one of the seats and looked over at Minho as he poured the two of them apple juice.
"She only showers before bed. He totally got laid last night."
"Shut up, Minho."
