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Jimmy and Sea, five years together of which three years as boyfriends, had built a life that felt earned. They moved around each other with the ease of people who had weathered enough storms to trust the tide beneath their feet.
Jimmy used to joke that all his relationships came with a two-year expiration date. He’d always found a way to sabotage them before anyone else could, never quite believing he was allowed to stay. Sea’s past had left different cracks: he’d given too much, too often, until there was barely anything left of him. A lifetime of being needed had taught him to expect nothing in return.
Together, they found balance. Jimmy learned staying wasn’t a trap. Sea learned he didn’t have to vanish to be loved. The relationship wasn’t perfect, but it was sturdy, honest, and built with the kind of effort neither had ever received before.
It hadn’t started smoothly. Jimmy entered Sea’s life with the clipped precision of someone who relied only on himself, all sharp edges and quiet authority. Sea met him with walls high enough to scrape the clouds, convinced that distance meant safety. Their personalities clashed so hard it was almost funny. Jimmy’s intensity unsettled Sea; Sea’s hesitance infuriated Jimmy.
And they couldn’t avoid each other. Not when they were cast as co-leads in a new BL drama that demanded trust before they’d even earned familiarity. Rehearsals, blocking, scripted intimacy, long hours breathing the same air… it all forced them into uncomfortable proximity.
Sea flinched. A lot.
Jimmy pretended he didn’t notice. A lot.
But something shifted. Slowly. Between late-night practices and tentative conversations, between the cracks in Sea’s armor and the moments Jimmy let softness slip through his discipline. The tension between them changed shape, turned warmer, sharper, impossible to ignore.
Neither admitted it then.
But it was the beginning of everything that followed.
Sea could admit it now, without flinching, without second-guessing himself: five years in, heading into their sixth, he had found the love of his life. Not a perfect man, not a flawless relationship, but something far rarer. Someone who was perfect for him.
Their days had settled into a rhythm neither of them would have believed possible back when they were two strangers snarling at each other across a script. Now their mornings began in the soft light of Jimmy’s apartment, Sea curled against him like a particularly affectionate cat, Jimmy’s arm pinned under his head and rendered heroically useless.
Sea was almost always the first to wake. He slipped out from under Jimmy’s arm like he’d practiced it in secret, headed out for a run or a workout, then made himself breakfast. Jimmy rose at least an hour later, bleary and slow until the first coffee hit. Then came the shower, the kiss, the grunt that passed for a goodbye, and he’d be out the door with his keys in hand, driving to the clinic where he spent his days coaxing stubborn skin back into obedience.
Sea, meanwhile, headed to GMMTV for recordings, voice work, meetings, or whatever else the schedule threw at him. Most afternoons, their days merged again: joint events, interviews, filming, or just the commute home when they were lucky enough to finish at the same time. And every night, without fail, Sea ended up back at Jimmy’s apartment. His own tiny one-bedroom still existed, technically, but only in the way childhood toys or old textbooks still existed: untouched, unnecessary, a relic of before.
It was quiet, domestic, lived-in. Not free of friction. Their mini-arguments were practically a punctuation mark in their days: Sea sulking over something Jimmy said too bluntly, Jimmy bristling because his feelings didn’t translate well into words. But the irritations passed as easily as they came, softened by routine, affection, and the kind of foundational trust they’d built from the ground up.
Most of the time.
There was one topic they had never really dissected, never poked at, never put under the microscope the way they typically did with hard things.
Jealousy.
Not because it didn’t exist. It absolutely did. They just hadn’t needed to talk about it. Sea was transparent: when he was jealous, the whole room knew. He didn’t hide it, didn’t pretend, didn’t swallow it down. Jimmy, for his part, had always been quick to reassure him. Quick to ground him. Quick to make sure Sea understood exactly who and what he valued.
Jimmy’s jealousy, on the other hand… well. Jimmy didn’t talk when he was upset. He didn’t need to. His face did the talking for him. And Sea, who knew every expression Jimmy had down to the fractional twitch of his eyebrows, could read him like second nature.
But knowing and talking were not the same thing.
And they were about to learn that some conversations don’t stay avoided forever.
_____
Jimmy was finishing up a chart when a soft knock sounded at the office door, followed by an even softer, unmistakable voice.
“Hia… can I come in?”
Jimmy didn’t look up. “You never have to ask. Even if I did, you’d probably ignore me.”
Sea slid inside, closing the door with exaggerated care, like the hinges themselves might judge him. He made a beeline for Jimmy, scaling the small office in three confident steps and landing on his lap, arms looping around his neck as if gravity itself approved.
“You’re supposed to be at lunch,” Jimmy said, a smile tugging at his lips as Sea nuzzled his cheek.
“I know,” Sea murmured. “But I needed to tell you something. And… maybe steal a kiss or two.”
Jimmy raised an eyebrow, sliding a hand up Sea’s back. “Only two?”
Sea pressed a quick, warm kiss to his lips. “Three, if you behave.”
Jimmy let the kiss linger just enough to make Sea’s breath hitch. “Behave?” he teased. “Do I even know what that means anymore with you around?”
Sea laughed, forehead resting against his. “I’ll remind you later.”
“So subtle,” Jimmy murmured, fingers brushing Sea’s hair. “I love that about you.”
“Good. I do it for you,” Sea said, wiggling slightly, “because you look too serious all the time. Somebody’s got to keep the world interesting.”
Jimmy chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll note that under ‘domestic hazards.’”
Sea grinned, settling more comfortably. “Anyway… tonight—I’ll be home late. Out with Aou and P’Boom.”
Jimmy’s hand lingered at Sea’s waist, a quiet reflex. “Fine. But… be careful. You know, the cat situation.”
Sea rolled his eyes, tapping Jimmy’s chest. “Not his place. No cats. No fur. No heroic Hia rushing to rescue me. Promise.”
Jimmy exhaled, a little tension easing. “Still… EpiPen on you, just in case. Don’t make me paranoid for nothing.”
“I always have it,” Sea said, brushing his lips against Jimmy’s jaw. “You worry too much.”
Jimmy’s hand tightened slightly on Sea’s hip. “I like worrying. Part of the package.”
Sea laughed softly. “Yeah, yeah. Your full-time hobby.”
Jimmy leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair behind Sea’s ear. “Text me if anything changes. And don’t give me excuses.”
“Yes, doctor,” Sea said with mock severity, then laughed. “I’ll text. And I’ll be home… not ridiculously late."
Jimmy finally let him go, though slowly, as if releasing something precious.
Sea stood up, straightened Jimmy’s collar like a habit he never broke, and gave him one last quick kiss. “See you later, Hia. Love you.”
Jimmy watched him slip back out the door, the office suddenly too quiet.
_____
Jimmy pushed through the rest of his shift with the same efficiency he always had, but every so often, he would catch himself thinking about the way Sea had sat on his lap, warm and familiar, kissing him like it was the most natural thing in the world. It grounded him. It also distracted him, but in a way he didn’t particularly mind.
By the time he locked up the clinic that evening, the sky was already turning dusky. He checked his phone. No messages from Sea yet, but that wasn’t unusual. Sea was terrible at texting when he was excited about something, and going out with Aou and P’Boom almost guaranteed he would get swept up in the flow.
Jimmy headed home, took a shower, changed into comfortable clothes, and cooked something simple for himself. He told himself he wasn’t waiting for Sea to message. He just… kept his phone face-up. In case.
He had just sat down on the couch when his phone vibrated.
A notification from Instagram.
Jimmy didn’t usually check stories immediately, but the thumbnail had Sea’s face in it, and that was enough to make him tap.
It was a photo: Aou, Boom, and Sea in a group hug, cheek to cheek, laughing. On the other side, Ohm had his arms wrapped around Sea’s waist, pulling him close in a playful squeeze. The caption read:
“Talay and Tess finally meet ❤️”
Jimmy stared at it for a second. He wasn’t jealous. He really wasn’t. Five years together had taught him that Sea didn’t waver. Sea didn’t play games. Sea didn’t seek comfort elsewhere.
Still, something twisted low in his chest. Not anger. Just… a flash of something he could only describe as insulted biology. The instinctive spark of: That’s mine. Quiet, irrational, quickly smothered.
He put the phone down. Reasonable. Balanced. Grown-up.
Ten seconds later, he picked it back up.
He stared at Ohm’s hand on Sea’s waist. It wasn’t possessive. More nostalgic than anything. Just two old colleagues celebrating. Nothing wrong with that.
Still.
He set the phone down again and exhaled through his nose, leaning back on the couch.
“Okay. Fine,” he muttered to himself. “He’s having fun.”
Another minute passed.
Then his phone buzzed again. A message this time.
"Hiaaaa look!!! We met Ohm too!! Unexpected reunion haha. I’ll tell you later okay? Love you."
Jimmy felt his irritation melt a little. Sea had texted him first. Voluntarily. With lots of vowels.
He typed back.
"Looks fun. Say hi to everyone. Don’t stay out too late. Love you."
He hit send, set his phone down, and folded his arms behind his head.
He trusted Sea. Of course he did. It was just… Ohm’s hands could be a few centimeters higher. Or not there at all.
He blew out a breath and told himself he was overthinking.
But if Sea wasn’t home by midnight, he’d maybe, possibly, consider texting him again. Only for safety. Absolutely not for pettiness.
Not even a little.
_____
Sea stumbled through the doorway first, giggling in a way that told Jimmy everything he needed to know before a single word was spoken. Two a.m., hair a mess, cheeks flushed, jacket half-open, and eyes shiny with the kind of tipsiness that made him both affectionate and absolutely useless.
Behind him came Ohm, steadying him with a hand at his waist. Again. Jimmy felt that flicker in his chest, the one that wasn’t quite jealousy but definitely wasn’t Zen either. Ohm looked exhausted, slightly apologetic, and very, very sober.
“Hia… hiiiaaa…” Sea sang, turning immediately toward Jimmy like a sunflower locating the nearest sunbeam. “I’m home. Look. I came home. I said I’d come home. And I did.”
“Yes,” Jimmy said, tone balanced between fond and resigned. “I see that.”
Sea swayed, and Ohm tightened his grip so he wouldn’t topple.
“Nong Ohm,” Jimmy said, stepping forward, “thank you. Really. You didn’t have to bring him all the way up.”
“Oh, no problem, P’Jimmy,” Ohm said, lifting both hands as if warding off credit. “He couldn’t walk straight for the last twenty minutes. We tried water. We tried snacks. He just giggled at everything. I couldn’t leave him alone.”
Sea perked up, clinging to Jimmy’s arm with both hands immediately, like he’d been magnetized.
“Hiaaaa smells good,” he murmured into Jimmy’s sleeve, nose buried like he was trying to inhale Jimmy’s bones. “Missed you.”
Jimmy felt Ohm’s eyes on them. He tried to peel Sea off gently. Sea refused. Instead, he climbed him like a tree. Literally. Legs around his thigh. Arms around his waist. Cheek pressed against his chest.
Jimmy’s eyebrow twitched.
“Sea,” he murmured, “Nong Ohm is still here.”
Sea looked up, doe-eyed, hair sticking up. “So? He knows you’re my boyfriend.”
“Yes,” Jimmy said, voice edged with professional patience, “but maybe you’d like to behave while—”
Sea cupped Jimmy’s cheeks with both hands and kissed him. Firm. Enthusiastic. Entirely unasked for.
Jimmy froze.
Ohm looked at the ceiling like he wanted to ascend straight through it.
“Okay,” Jimmy said when Sea dove in for a second kiss, “that’s enough. Enough. Sea, stop. Stop, I’m not… not in front of guests—”
“Not a guest,” Sea argued, kissing the corner of his jaw instead. “Friend. Good friend. He knows we kiss.”
Jimmy closed his eyes and inhaled. Deeply. Through his nose.
“Nong Ohm,” he said, voice strained but polite, “I think I can handle it from here. Really. Go home, get some rest.”
Ohm bowed quickly, grateful to be dismissed. “Goodnight, P’Jimmy. Goodnight, P'Sea. Please drink water.”
Sea lifted one hand from Jimmy’s shirt to wave, still clinging with the other like a koala. “Byeee Ohm! Thanks for the thing!”
“Don't worry about it,” Ohm assured him, then escaped.
The door clicked shut.
Sea immediately nuzzled Jimmy’s neck. “Hiaaaa. I’m roooomantic.”
Jimmy stared at the ceiling.
He was definitely irritated. But mostly at the situation, not at Sea. Sea had warned him. Sea had texted him he was coming a bit more late than planned. Sea was allowed to have fun. Sea was also currently licking his jawline like a half-drunk Labrador.
Jimmy shifted, trying to pry him off. Failed.
“Sea. Sea. Stop climbing me.”
“But you're warm,” Sea reasoned, kissing him again. “And mine.”
Jimmy’s irritation cracked. A short laugh escaped him. “ God, I can't believe you.”
Sea kissed him again for that one, sloppy and delighted.
Jimmy sighed, hooked his hands under Sea’s thighs, and lifted him properly. Sea squeaked happily, hugging tighter.
“Fine,” Jimmy said, carrying him toward the bedroom. “But you’re drinking a liter of water first.”
“Nooooo,” Sea whined, kissing his cheek. “Kiss first.”
Jimmy tightened his grip on him with a mix of exasperation and affection.
“I’m starting to think you didn’t miss me,” he muttered. “I think you missed annoying me.”
Sea pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “I missed you, Hia. Missed you a lot.”
And just like that, Jimmy’s irritation dissolved completely.
He set Sea down gently on the bed, brushing hair out of his eyes.
“You’re drunk,” he said softly.
Sea grinned. “Drunk in love.”
Jimmy groaned. “I should’ve left you with Ohm.” He would never.
Sea pulled him down by the collar. “Too late.”
_____
Sea’s eyes fluttered open to the soft glow of morning creeping through the blinds. The apartment was quiet, the only sound his own shallow breathing and the faint hum of the city outside. He shifted slightly and froze.
Jimmy.
His Hia was still asleep, sprawled across the bed in that impossibly relaxed way that made Sea’s chest squeeze. But his gaze drifted downward, and his stomach did a little twist. Hickeys. So many hickeys. On the chest, the shoulders, trailing toward the neck—Sea’s handiwork from last night, when the alcohol had made him braver, bolder, and a little ridiculous.
Sea’s fingers itched, part of him wanting to trace them again, part of him wanting to vanish into the mattress. A soft blush crept over his cheeks. He’d been… a little too enthusiastic. And seeing Jimmy like this, sleeping so peacefully, made him feel both proud and mortified at the same time.
He slid out of bed quietly, careful not to disturb Jimmy, and made his way to the shower. Exercise could wait; right now, a cold shower and some semblance of composure were more urgent.
By the time he returned to the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, he pulled out his phone. His thumbs hovered over the screen, typing a message to Ohm: Thanks again for last night… and sorry about everything. Really appreciated it.
Just as he was about to hit send, he felt movement on the bed behind him. Jimmy was awake, eyes half-lidded but sharp, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. Sea’s phone shot instinctively out of view, buried under the pillow, as his heartbeat sped up.
“Morning,” Jimmy murmured, stretching his arms above his head. “Sleep well?”
Sea swallowed, cheeks heating. “Yeah… could be better.” His eyes flicked to Jimmy’s chest, then back up, trying not to betray how mortified he felt.
Jimmy’s gaze followed his, slow and deliberate. “You had fun last night, huh?”
Sea froze, caught. “I—uh… maybe a little,” he admitted, voice sheepish, but the corners of his mouth twitched with amusement.
Jimmy let out a low chuckle, stretching again. “Yeah… I noticed.” His hand absently traced one of the marks Sea had left, as if to silently claim it. Sea’s stomach did somersaults.
The morning stretched between them, warm and quiet, tinged with embarrassment, amusement, and something that made Sea’s chest tighten in the best possible way. Jimmy wasn’t angry. Not really. He just… looked too good for Sea to worry too much.
_____
Jimmy was certain of it: Sea was hiding something.
It wasn’t that he had changed. Sea was still as affectionate as ever, still climbing into Jimmy’s lap when they were alone, still kissing him awake, still texting him every hour. But underneath that warmth, something in his behavior had shifted. Sea kept fidgeting with his phone when he thought Jimmy wasn’t watching. He glanced over his shoulder as if guarding whatever he was doing. The secrecy wasn’t malicious, but it was there, and Jimmy could feel it like a splinter under the skin.
He trusted Sea. That wasn’t the problem. Infidelity never even crossed his mind. But worry had a way of chewing through trust from the edges, especially when Sea moved like someone carrying a secret too heavy for his small frame.
Jimmy had always been the steady one—the rational center of their relationship. But lately, waiting at home alone, even that steadiness felt fragile.
Sea had said he was going out with Aou. Jimmy believed him. He stayed home, cooked dinner, let the scent of basil fill the kitchen while he waited. But when he checked social media and saw a fan-page photo, the air left his chest.
Sea and Ohm.
Not a past photo. Not speculation. Sea was wearing the clothes he’d left the house in. Ohm’s hand was around his, their expressions tight with tension, the grip between them something closer to fear than affection.
Jimmy tried to reason with himself. Maybe it wasn’t what it looked like. But every detail lined up too neatly for comfort. His pulse quickened. Worry edged into outright fear.
He called Sea.
And called again.
No answer.
By the third unanswered ring, his frustration mixed with a cold panic. He felt ridiculous standing in the kitchen with a wooden spoon in hand and terror in his throat, imagining every possible scenario in which Sea might be hurt and unable to answer.
He was seconds away from leaving the apartment to search for him when the door clicked open.
Sea stepped inside, moving slowly, shoulders tight with exhaustion. Small but unmistakable bruises marked his arm. His clothes were rumpled, his expression worn down.
Jimmy’s breath caught. “Sea… what happened?”
Sea forced a tired smile. “It’s nothing, Hia. Some… crazy fans. I’m fine.”
Jimmy looked at the bruises. “This isn’t nothing. Why didn’t you call? Why didn’t you answer?”
Sea rubbed his face. “Because I was running, Jimmy. I wasn’t exactly in a position to politely pick up the phone.”
Jimmy swallowed, the adrenaline fading into an exhausted frustration. “And the lie? You said you were with Aou.”
Sea hesitated.
Jimmy turned off the burners on the stove, gathering himself before he spoke again. “Sit down. We’re not doing this half-standing in the doorway. I need to know what’s going on. Because if you don’t want me thinking the worst, like you are cheating on me, you owe me the truth.”
At the word worst, Sea’s eyes widened with panic. He shook his head immediately. “It’s not like that. It’s not—it’s not anything like cheating.”
Jimmy grabbed the first aid kit and began cleaning the bruises. Sea finally exhaled, shoulders slumping, and let the truth spill out.
“The truth is…” he said quietly, “Ohm was helping me plan something for you.”
Jimmy froze mid-motion. “For me?”
Sea nodded, embarrassed. “Our anniversary of meeting is coming up. I wanted to do something… special. Ohm has good taste, so I asked him to help. We ran into each other by accident one evening and talked about it, and I planned to go shopping with him. That’s it. And then the fans… lost it.”
Jimmy let out a long breath, relief and exasperation mixing. “You scared me, Sea. You have no idea how scared.”
“I didn’t want you to worry,” Sea said softly. “I just wanted the surprise to be real.”
Jimmy sighed, finishing the disinfecting. His voice was calmer now, but steady with something real. “ I’m angry because you shut me out. You don’t have to tell me every detail of your plans, but when something starts weighing on you enough that you hide it from me, that matters. I can’t protect you, I can’t help you, if you won’t let me in.”
Sea swallowed. “You’re right. I didn’t mean for it to become all this. I thought… if I said I was with Ohm, you’d know immediately.”
“I wouldn’t have,” Jimmy said simply. “And even if I had, that wouldn’t have ruined anything.”
Sea’s voice dropped. “I’m sorry.”
“I know. Just don’t do that again,” Jimmy said, thumb brushing Sea’s arm. “If something is stressful or risky, talk to me. I want to be part of it. Even the messy parts.”
Sea nodded, meeting his eyes. “I promise. No more secrets like that.”
“And no more letting strangers leave bruises on you without telling me,” Jimmy added, but the tone was warm now, almost tender.
Sea cracked a small smile. “Deal.”
Jimmy leaned in, kissed his forehead. “Good. Then we’re fine.”
Jimmy didn’t pull away right away. His hand remained on Sea’s thigh, thumb tracing absent circles that told Sea this wasn’t anger anymore. It was something quieter, harder to name.
Sea waited, patient, giving him space.
When Jimmy finally spoke, his voice was steady but unpolished. “I didn’t like seeing someone else’s hands on you.”
Sea blinked, not startled, just honestly unsure what piece of that he was supposed to understand. “Okay,” he said slowly, “but… why would that bother you? You know you’re the only one who—”
He stopped, searching for the right phrasing. “Jimmy, I show you every day that you’re the person I choose. The only person I feel this way about. So I don’t fully get where the jealousy comes from.”
Jimmy let out a small breath, not defensive. “I know. It’s not rational.”
Sea tilted his head slightly, still calm. “Then help me understand.”
Jimmy hesitated, then met his eyes. “It’s not about Ohm. Or any one person. It’s… everyone.” He winced lightly at how that sounded. “Not in a controlling way. I don’t want you to change anything. I know you’re affectionate. I know you’re warm. That’s who you are.”
Sea nodded, listening rather than contradicting.
Jimmy continued, voice low. “But I notice things. When friends hug you too long. When fans get bold. When co-stars touch you because they think it’s harmless.” His thumb paused on Sea’s thigh, as if admitting this cost him a little pride. “I never say anything because I trust you. Completely. But that doesn’t mean the feeling isn’t there.”
Sea absorbed that quietly, not offended, just thoughtful. “So it’s… the closeness. Not the intention. You know my intentions. You know I only have you and only love you."
“I do,” Jimmy said immediately. “That’s why I’ve always kept it to myself. I didn’t want you to feel responsible for my insecurities.”
Sea’s expression softened. “It’s not insecurity, Hia. It’s emotion. That’s allowed.”
Jimmy huffed a soft, embarrassed laugh. “I guess so.”
Sea shifted a little closer, enough that their knees touched. “When you said you didn’t like seeing someone else’s hands on me… what exactly did you feel?”
Jimmy considered the question. “A pull,” he said finally. “Something tight. Not possessive, not angry. Just… a reminder that you matter to me in a way no one else does. And that sometimes I’m afraid I’ll fall short without noticing.”
Sea’s chest ached a little at how honest that was. “Hia Jim, there’s no version of my life where someone could replace you. You’re not competing with anyone.”
“I know that logically,” Jimmy murmured. “But instincts don’t always wait for logic.”
Sea nodded, fully understanding now. “Alright. Then here’s what I want you to hear from me clearly.” He placed a hand on the back of Jimmy’s neck, grounding him. “Yes, I let friends hug me. Yes, I’m open with affection and I love skinship. But none of that carries weight. None of it lives in the same world as what I feel with you.”
Jimmy’s eyes softened.
“When you touch me,” Sea said, “it means the world. It's everything. It’s the intention, the connection, the history. The part of me that answers you and only you. I don’t give that to anyone else.”
Jimmy inhaled slowly, the tightness in his shoulders finally easing.
“And for the record,” Sea added with a faint smile, “a little jealousy doesn’t worry me. You’re thoughtful. You’re measured. If something bothers you, I trust there’s a reason.”
Jimmy’s lips curved, not quite a smile but close. “I didn’t want you to think I doubted you.”
“I don’t,” Sea said simply. “You’re allowed to feel things. And you’re allowed to ask for boundaries if something makes you uncomfortable. That isn’t control. That’s communication.”
Jimmy’s exhale was quiet and relieved. “ okay. Thank you babe."
Sea brushed his thumb along Jimmy’s cheek, gentle. “I’m here. You’re not going to lose me. You are not getting rid of me."
Jimmy’s fingers tightened on his thigh, honest and steady. “You neither.”
Sea leaned forward until their foreheads touched, the quiet around them finally easy again.
_____
Sea’s phone buzzed, and he rolled onto his side, already drowsy. “Hey… it’s okay, Ohm,” he murmured softly, voice warm and steady, as he spoke into the phone. “I know you didn’t expect the fans to—yeah, it was scary, but I’m fine. Really. Don’t worry about it. I promise I’m okay.”
Jimmy, lying beside him, stiffened instantly. His ears caught the softness, the sweetness, the gentle reassurance Sea was offering. Ohm’s apologetic, worried voice filtered through the line, and Jimmy’s chest tightened. He knew there was nothing to be jealous of, logically—but his body didn’t care about logic.
Without a word, Jimmy shifted closer. His hands slid over Sea’s torso, cupping him firmly, fingers tracing the line of his ribs. He pressed his lips against Sea’s chest, letting his mouth follow the curve of his body, nipping and licking along the skin.
Sea froze for a moment, distracted but still speaking softly into the phone. “It’s really okay, Ohm… I understand… I know you didn’t—”
Jimmy didn’t stop. His mouth found Sea’s nipples, latching on, teasing, biting lightly, sending shivers through him. Hands roamed lower, brushing over the waistband of Sea’s pants, caressing with deliberate, possessive intent.
Sea’s voice wavered slightly as he tried to stay calm on the phone. “… I—yes, I’ll be careful. Thank you…”
But Jimmy only grinned against his skin, teeth grazing, tongue flicking, fingers pressing and teasing over the fabric. Every word Sea spoke to Ohm made Jimmy’s jealousy flare hotter, his possessive instincts taking over.
Sea let out a low, breathy laugh, half-flustered, half-excited, fingers gripping the sheets.
Jimmy’s only response was a low growl, lips moving over Sea’s torso, fingers teasing, caressing, claiming. Sea’s conversation with Ohm became shorter and shorter, interrupted by soft gasps and groans as Jimmy continued his relentless, jealous assault.
Finally, Sea ended the call, his face flushed, body trembling under Jimmy’s attentive, possessive touch. Jimmy pressed a triumphant kiss to the side of his neck, hands still lingering, satisfied.
Sea curled into him, trying to catch his breath. “Hia… you’re shameless,” he whispered, half-laughing, half-breathless.
Jimmy just hummed, holding him tight, lips brushing against his temple. “Mine,” he murmured. “Only mine.”