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Hᴀʀᴜ'ꜱ POV⦂
Sometime In The Future...
He pushed me against the wall as his lips came crashing down on mine, like a man who had been starved for days. My hands went under his shirt, caressing and enjoying the feel of his muscles as he rolled his hips into me.
"Jae..." I whined as he pulled away.
Jaesung looked at me, his eyes like two dark, passionate pools staring into my soul, reading my mind and understanding all my desires.
"Jae, I-I think we should..." he continued to grind against me, making my mind go fuzzy.
"T-the others," I managed.
"Fuck the others," he said. " I want to taste you now." He dropped to his knees and began to unbuckle my belt.
My face flushed, and I shamelessly whimpered as Jaesung kissed places I never imagined his lips would ever come close to touching, working his way to my growing erection.
How did we even get here in the first place?
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 그의 왕자 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧
"So, what would you say your ideal type is?"
"You."
The word came out before I could even think about it. I couldn't take it back now; it was too late. The staff in the room had heard it, Miraes (our fans) were definitely going to hear it, and maybe even Big Boss Yang Jisoo would've been able to catch what I had said.
And Jaesung heard it, too.
He placed a hand on his mouth, letting out a small giggle.
"What are you talking about? You're not sleepy, are you?"
I tried for a laugh as well, "No, no..."
Luckily, Jaesung brushed it off and quickly moved on to the next question; the set of question cards had been organized by Miraes and sent over to Ancora Labels, our company.
"Which producer or idol would you like to collaborate with?" Jae read out the question and chuckled.
"Well, since Haru answered the last question, I think I'll have a go at this one..." He chewed his lower lip, already deep in thought. I, on the other hand, was deep out of it, staring at Jaesung like he was made of twenty-four-carat gold.
What a gorgeous man.
"I would be lying if I said I only had one person in mind," Jae finally answered. "I mean, the K-pop industry has its fair share of amazing talents, Haru included."
I blushed. "Stop."
"Anyway, I think it would be easier for me if we divided it into Producer, Rapper, Vocalist and Dancer."
"So...Producer?"
"Hmm..." Jae chewed his fingernail. "Not telling."
"Bro, what the heck?!" I gave him a gentle shove, and he doubled over with laughter.
"Sorry, Haru. It's a secret."
I shrugged. "That's fine. What about Rapper?"
"Agust D Seonbaenim!"
"Of course. Classic You."
"You love Classic Me," Jaesung said, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah. I do."
Everything about this man was pleasing to me. His soft hair, his endearing eyes, his adorable cheeks and those goddamn tempting lips that seemed to pull me in anytime my eyes fell on them.
I was stupid in love.
"-because Rice In My Teeth's choreo was really good."
My attention returned to the live stream. Hopefully, Jaesung hadn't noticed that I had gotten distracted.
"It's Rice In My Teeth, right?"
I blinked, confused. "What's that?"
"Really? You, Jeong Kosari Haru, biggest Atiny the world has ever known, doesn't know Rice In My Teeth?"
It took a second before it clicked.
"... Ice On My Teeth?"
His eyes widened. "Oh, it's Ice On My Teeth?"
This motherfucker.
I lunged at Jaesung, and he jumped away just in time, laughing loudly.
"I am speed!"
"Thank you so much for having us, Mirae! We'll see you soon!"
Just like that, we finished the live and left to meet the rest of our members, the remaining six that made us Regalo, the up-and-coming Fourth Generation K-pop boy group.
"Hello, Chopsticks!" Minhwa, our third oldest, announced loudly. "Welcome back!"
Jaesung and I looked at each other, then back at Minhwa.
"Chopsticks? Is this some sort of inside joke we don't know about?" asked Jaesung.
"It's our new nickname for you two," explained Yeorum, our second youngest, snickering. "It's because you're so inseparable."
My ears reddened. "Of course, we're separable! Why wouldn't we be?"
"You guys eat together," said Gunwoo.
"You live together," added our maknae, Daejeon.
"And you guys always team up when we play games," our leader, Taeyang, put in.
Seongyu, who was a year older than Gunwoo, Jaesung and Yeorum, put an arm around Jae and me. "I'm ninety-nine-point nine percent sure y'all sleep on the same bed."
"Jae?" I called. "Hmm?"
"How's our oven looking?"
"In tip-top shape and ready for duty, sir," he replied, almost giggling.
Seongyu released us, running to hide behind Taeyang. His plan was somewhat flawed, though, as he was still very much visible.
"Save me, Hyung!"
"Save yourself, tall-ass man!" Taeyang retorted, moving away from him.
The eight of us walked together to the locker rooms, Jaesung walking beside me. His cologne was strong and masculine, and it drove me mad how someone could smell that intoxicating while strutting like a graceful princess.
We trooped into the locker rooms, taking off our outfits and putting on our regular clothes. I will admit I turned to my left once or twice to stare longingly at Jaesung's shirtless body, maybe even more than twice. We finished changing and headed back to our dorms; a whole day of recording and live streams had taken a huge toll on all of us.
"God, I'm so tired I could eat a horse!" I watched Jaesung, amused as he collapsed on the couch, reaching for the TV remote. I left him, going straight to the shower, desperate to wash off the filth of the day. In about forty-five minutes, I was out again, dressed in grey sweatpants and a black tank top. Jaesung stared at me as I walked over and sat next to him on the couch.
"Like what you see?" I teased.
Jae scoffed. "I see that every day. It doesn't faze me anymore."
"Oh, but it used to faze you?"
"Fuck you." He turned back to the drama he was watching, his ears turning pink from my comment. I took out my phone, seeing I had a message. It was from Taeyang - a picture of Daejeon passed out cold on their couch, no doubt snoring for all he was worth.
Taeyang: he fell asleep as soon as
we got home. Daejeonie 🥺
Me: 🙄
Taeyang: by the way siu mentioned something
about you today
Me: what?
Taeyang: let me put it this way.
"so what's your ideal type?"
"yOu~"
Me: that sonofabitch
Taeyang: seriously though, how does he think
you've moved on? i mean, u don't even try to hide it
Me: for fucks sake, I don't know!!!??? i love him and all but bro is just too dense 😭
"Um, Haru-hyung, can I talk to you for a second?"
I looked up from my phone. "Of course, Jae. What's up?"
He fiddled with his fingers. "Well, it's about today, during the live..."
"Oh." I could already see where this conversation was going.
"Those things you said, do you actually-"
"No, no, no. Of course not," I answered quickly.
"I see." He stared at the floor. "A-are you sure?"
"Yes, Jae. It was just fan service. Relax, okay?"
"Okay then." He paused his drama and stood up.
"I'm off to take a shower now."
"Good, 'cause you stink." I chuckled as Jae stuck his tongue out at me before leaving the room. As soon as he left, my smile dropped, and I buried my face in my hands, groaning loudly.
"Lee Jaesung, why are you doing this to me?"
"Why are you leading me on like this?"
"Why on earth did you kiss me that day?"