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exhoe-imagines · 6 years ago

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Can’t Hold Back

Summary: When your mom hires the infamous fuckboy from your school, Kim Jongdae, as your pool boy for the summer, your peaceful vacation plans are drastically changed.

Pairing: Jongdae x Female!Reader

Word Count: 13.1k

Warnings: Slow burn, pining, slight enemies to lovers, drinking, skinny dipping, smut, pool sex, oral (female receiving), slight jealous/possessive!Jongdae

A/N: So,,,, this happened. Let’s just say Jongdae’s blonde hair and the whole Ko Ko Bop summer vibe really inspired this, and I couldn’t help but write it. It really wasn’t supposed to be this long but clearly, I’m more whipped for Jongdae than I thought !! Thank you to Haley aka @rosecheol for beta-reading (u are the bomb) and Jewels for helping me with the title !! ~ Admin Ruby

“So, where’s your trip to this weekend?” you asked your mother.

With late July rolling around, it brought along with it not only hot summer days, but the chance to expand business to new up and coming companies. It wasn’t unusual for your mom to be out of the house often, on what you liked to call, “paid vacations.”

“The boss wants me in Chicago this time,” your mom responded, mouth fitted in a tight line, wary of your reaction.

Like she expected, you let out a disappointed groan.

It wasn’t fair – how she spent all summer, and most of the year, traveling across the country to all the places you dreamed of visiting. You wanted to be out, exploring the best tourist locations and checking out the well-known scenery, not holed up at home waiting for something exciting to happen.

You had tried to convince your mom to bring you along on her last trip, one to Seattle, but she didn’t budge. The company only allowed the employee to go, and she reminded you that you wouldn’t have had fun anyway being stuck in the hotel.

“I’m sorry darling.” Your mom halted her packing to look up at you. Her words sounded apologetic, and slightly hesitant. She hated leaving you home alone for days at a time, but she didn’t have much of a choice. “How about when I get back, we plan a trip, just the two of us?”

“Are you serious?” She nodded with a smile, a softer one this time, and you grinned back.

At least there would be one good thing to look forward to this summer.

She left the next morning with a rushed kiss pressed against your forehead as she recited the house rules she told you every time she left. You could almost mouth along to her words as she told you that you could have friends over if you wanted, as long as they didn’t break anything, and you kept the house clean.

“And call me if anything happens, ok?” She reminded you hurriedly, worry evident in her tone. Her doubts weren’t necessary, though; you were unlikely to get into any trouble while she was gone.

As you finished helping her stuff her bags into the backseat of the car her company had sent to pick her up, she pulled you into a quick hug. You squeezed her tightly before pulling away, eyebrows furrowing as you noticed the frown on her face.

“There was something else I wanted to tell you,” she explained, tiredly rubbing the bridge of her nose as if that would make the thought return to her mind.

“If you forgot it, I’m sure it was nothing important,” you assured her, and she seemed hesitant to brush the topic off, but finally did with a sigh.

“Now get in the car.” You ushered her in with a chuckle, waiting until she rolled down the window to continue. “You’re gonna miss your flight if you wait any longer.”

She looked down at her watch with wide eyes and gasped. “You’re right.” She quickly told the chauffeur she was ready before her gaze jumped back to catch yours, and she blew you a kiss. “I love you. Stay out of trouble.”

“No promises,” you teased, laughing at her shocked expression as the car started to pull away. With one last wave, it was heading down the street, finally disappearing as it turned a corner.

It was surprising how quiet the house was as you walked back in. You weren’t wearing shoes, but your footsteps were still able to be heard as you padded across the wooden floor. The silence was uncomfortable, and your itch to start your weekend off, despite it only being Thursday, was growing stronger, so you decided to have a movie marathon.

You snuggled up on the living room couch with a blanket and snacks. The Netflix logo occupied the television screen, and you scrolled your phone as you waited for it to load up.

I could invite Baekhyun over, you thought of your best friend absentmindedly. I doubt he’s doing anything exciting on a Thursday night.

You quickly opened your texts with him, sending him a quick message.

You: Movie night @ my place?

Barely thirty seconds passed before he had sent you a text back, his response making you frown.

Baek: Can’t :( Family cookout 2night

You let out a sigh in sympathy for him. He had never liked family parties, and you doubted this one was going any more splendidly than usual, especially since his aunts, uncles, and even cousins were probably staring disapprovingly at the bright pink color he had dyed his hair for the summer.

You: Oof, sorry 2 hear that :( Good luck!

You received another sad emoji in response but didn’t bother texting back. Knowing his parents, he probably wasn’t allowed to be on his phone anyway.

You set down your phone, eyes drifting back to your TV screen as you decided to start your movie marathon alone. You hadn’t seen any of the films you had picked out before, always being too busy during the school year to find time to watch them, so this was the perfect opportunity.

When the third movie rolled around, however, the plot far more boring than the previous two, you couldn’t fight back the sleepiness creeping up on you. Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep on the couch.

You woke up with sore neck and back, but it didn’t take away from your weekend excitement, and when late evening finally rolled around, you got ready for a relaxing swim.

Before jumping in the water, however, you snapped a couple pictures of the pool, your swimsuit, and a cute selfie and uploaded them. The posts oddly got a few more likes than your usual pictures, but you scoffed seeing that the extra hearts had been a few fuckboys from your previous year classes. They never seemed to pay attention to your posts unless you included a selfie, or in this case, a selfie and a bathing suit pic.

You scrolled through their comments with narrowed eyes, almost laughing at how visibly desperate for attention they all were. Some guy named Yifan from your English class threw a bunch of fire emojis in his comment, while a kid you seemed to always get in your P.E. class every year, Luhan, left “invite me over for a swim sometime ;)”.

You ignored the comments with a cringe, clicking out of the app.

The sun had started to lower at this point, and the sky was left a hazy pink, splotched with clouds. It was the perfect time and temperature for an evening swim, so you set your stuff down and tiptoed over to the pool. The water was slightly chilly as you dipped your toe in, but you knew it wouldn’t be as bad once you got in.

Slowly, you lowered yourself into the water, wading deeper as your body adjusted to the cool feeling. At first you slowly walked around the pool, but soon you were starting to swim around the edges, lazily completing a few laps.

In less than 20 minutes the sun had almost completely dropped from the horizon, and you cursed the summer’s fluctuating time patterns. You didn’t feel like getting out of the pool just yet, but you knew you’d have to go in soon.

There wasn’t much to do without anyone else there, but then your mind wandered to an idea.

Maybe a quick skinny dip before heading inside wouldn’t be so bad.

Your blood rushed to your face at the thought alone, but it sounded exciting. Exactly what you needed to amp up your weekend. It wasn’t something you did often, but it was dark, and you were home alone, so why not?

First, you shyly peeled off your bra piece, covering your chest with your hands as you glanced around the backyard. You slowly lowered yourself into the water until just your neck and up were above the water line. Sure, it wasn’t like anyone was going to see you, but your conscious still told you to be careful, just in case.

Next was your bikini bottom which you were slightly more hesitant to remove. You worked the fabric down your legs, before tossing it on the side of the pool, close enough that you could quickly grab it if needed.

It took a couple minutes before you felt entirely comfortable, but once you did, you giggled to yourself and swam around the pool, adrenaline running through your veins. You felt like nothing could bring you down in that moment.

Until, you heard shuffling by the back gate.

Immediately, your blood ran cold. The gate wasn’t hard to open, with no lock there preventing a burglar from breaking in if they tried hard enough. A hushed voice was barely audible from around the wall, but it was enough of a confirmation that you needed to get out of there.

Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to grab and put on your swimsuit in time, you hurriedly looked around for your towel, cursing when you saw it hanging across the back of the chair you had been sitting in earlier on the other side of the pool.

The footsteps grew closer, louder, shoes crunching on the pebbles by the back door.

“Minseok!” A hissed word and another step. “It’s not like I’m breaking in. I’ll be working here tomorrow anyway.”

The name sounded familiar, but you gave yourself no time to think about it as you pushed yourself to the other side of the pool, holding your breath and hoping that the small waves you were making weren’t loud enough to be heard.

“Of course no one is home, I’m not an idiot.” The voice spoke again, slightly louder this time, and into a phone, you assumed, since you hadn’t heard anyone else speaking. “There weren’t any cars in the driveway, and the owner mentioned something about a business trip.”

Oh, how wrong they are, you thought as you reached for your towel, fingertips barely grazing the fabric as you stretched further. You cursed and lunged for it again, barely grasping it in your hand before you heard a gasp.

“Minseok…” You turned quickly, eyes widening as you saw Jongdae, one of the countless fuckboys from your school staring at you with a smirk.

“I’m gonna need to call you back.”

You were fairly sure all your neighbors heard your deafening scream as you fell back into the pool, hands scrambling to wrap around your chest as you glared up at Jongdae, a mixture of fear and anger coursing through your veins.

You knew him. You knew the guy breaking into your backyard. That thought, combined with the fact that he didn’t seem to be holding a weapon, made you slightly less terrified. He was completely harmless, as far as you knew, unless you counted the endless number of pranks he pulled on all the unsuspecting students and staff members at the school.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed as you curled into yourself. Jongdae held up his hand, telling you to wait while he ended his call. Your glare hardened. You heard the person on the other end, Minseok presumably, yelling through the phone as Jongdae pulled it away from his ear, ending the call with a roll of his eyes.

“Sorry, what’d you say?’ Jongdae returned his attention to you, bright teeth exposing with a grin.

You wanted to knock that smile off his face. How dare he break in to your backyard, and then have the audacity to stand there like he hadn’t done anything wrong?

“I said, what the hell are you doing here?”

He looked around, brown eyes widening as if he just now noticed he was standing in your backyard, uninvited. His gaze nervously returned to meet your furious one, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

“I, uh--” Jongdae’s eyes drifted down from your face, and you self consciously wrapped your arms around yourself tighter as he looked at the pool, realization dawning on his features, “I’m here to clean your pool! Yes, that’s why I’m here. I was… hired, that’s the word I was looking for.”

You almost forgot you were standing practically naked in front of your classmate as you stared at him suspiciously.

“We didn’t hire a pool boy,” you scoffed. “Or, at least, I didn’t,” you continued with a mumble, half to yourself. Jongdae seemed to catch your words since he broke out in a chuckle.

“You’re telling me your mom didn’t tell you that’d I’d be over?” He smirked, and you felt your anger increasing.

“Trust me,” you spat, “if my mom told me I’d have to deal with your annoying ass for the rest of summer, I’d remember.”

Jongdae feigned hurt, but you just ignored him and continued.

“If you’re here to clean the pool, why didn’t you just talk to me like a normal person and come through the front door?” you asked, still wary of his intentions.

“Well,” he nervously tapped his fingers against his thigh. “I would have… tomorrow.” Your confused expression forced him to continue, and he let out a heavy sigh. “My job technically starts tomorrow, but I thought...” he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders.

“No, please.” You crossed your arms, still effectively covering your chest. “Continue.”

Jongdae pouted, blowing out a huff of air before he relented. “I thought I could drop by to get a quick look at the pool.” At your shocked expression, he held his hands out in front of him, shaking them quickly. “I wasn’t going to steal anything or hurt anyone, I swear! I didn’t even know you were home. I thought the house was empty.”

“Yeah, I heard.” You could’ve sworn you’d see an embarrassed blush spreading across Jongdae’s cheeks if not for the dim lighting. “Anyway, you do realize I could technically fire you for this, right?” You threatened, relishing in the surprised look on Jongdae’s face.

It was so tempting. Here was one of the most annoying boys from your school, standing in your backyard, the fate of his summer job in your hands. You wouldn’t even feel guilty doing it. He deserved it for breaking in and scaring the shit out of you. You could call the cops if you really wanted to, but he wasn’t worth the trouble, and you wanted to handle him yourself. “It’s not like my mother would be angry, not after I told her what you did.” Jongdae almost looked fearful now.

“Look,” Jongdae cut you off, and it was amusing seeing his usual confidence fade with every word he spoke. “How about you just get out of the pool, and we can talk this through?”

You stiffened up. You had been so distracted by Jongdae, you almost forgot you were swimming naked in front of him. It didn’t seem like he noticed; he had been too involved in his phone call to see it earlier, and considering it was dark, your body was hidden under the water.

You froze, subconsciously lowering yourself deeper in the water. Your eyes darted over to your swimsuit, still laying on the pool edge, before you looked back at Jongdae quickly. It was too late though, his eyes had already followed your previous line of gaze, and his scared demeanor completely flipped as he smirked.

“Oh.” He walked over to the other side of the pool, steps maddeningly slow. You sunk lower into the pool. A slow, painful death by drowning would be better than the embarrassment you were facing now.

His leaned down, fingers curling around your bikini bottoms, before he lifted the damp red fabric into the air.

“What is this?” He teased, eyes twinkling as he looked at you.

“Give that to me!” You snapped, lunging at him, but immediately cowered back when his eyes darted down to focus on your chest as it began to rise above the water. You scowled. It was final. You needed Kim Jongdae out of your backyard, and fast.

“You know,” He stuffed the red bikini bottoms into his back pocket. “I don’t think I will.”

The pure shock and fury clouding your mind prevented you from speaking as you stared at him, mouth gaping.

“Let’s make a deal,” Jongdae began. “You don’t bring this night up to anyone, let me keep my job, and I won’t tell anyone that you invited me over for a late night skinny dip.”

You gulped. If the rest of the school thought you invited Jongdae, a known player, over, you’d never hear the end of it. Sure, you weren’t insanely popular, but you had a reputation to uphold, and you weren’t going to let that be ruined by a stupid lie.

“Fine,” you agreed hesitantly.

Jongdae didn’t seem too surprised by your answer, like he knew you’d say yes. You weren’t shocked by your own response, either: he had given you no choice.

“Well, with that settled, I’ll be on my way.” Jongdae bid you one last tilt of his head, along with a wink, before he began to head to the back gate. Your eyes widened as you hurriedly paddled over to the edge of the pool, calling out to him.

“Can’t you at least give me my bathing suit back?” you yelled.

Jongdae peered his head around the corner wall, pretending to think for a second before he shook his head. “Nope. If you break our deal, I need some proof.”

You were about to argue, knowing you couldn’t break the deal since he could convince the school of anything with his level of popularity, but he had already disappeared, the sound of the gate falling shut sounding his departure.

You huffed angrily.

You had already dealt with him throughout the school year, but the two of you rarely spoke. He was in a couple of your classes, but he never bothered you, and you only heard about him through rumors that other kids spread. He didn’t seem harmful-- annoying, yes, but not harmful. It’d be easy to ignore him, even if he were at your house a couple times a week. As long as he kept up his side of this deal, and you kept yours, he’d leave you alone.

Maybe, you thought, hoped, just maybe, this summer wouldn’t be so bad.

Oh, how wrong you had been.

When you woke up, all the previous night’s decisions came flooding back to you, and you rolled out of bed with a groan. There was a terrible, nagging feeling of regret deep in the pit of your stomach, but you also knew that there was no avoiding the situation, and you’d have to face Jongdae when he showed up.

Which happened to be around noon.

He had the courtesy to knock on the door this time, grinning confidently at you when you opened it.

“I’ll be in the back, so try not to freak out if you see me there like last time,” he taunted, but you brushed it off. The only way you were going to get through the rest of these next few months would be to ignore him at every moment possible. Getting into any type of conversation with him, good or bad, would lead you down a path you didn’t want to explore.

“I don’t care,” you sighed, “Just let me know when you’re leaving so I can pay you or whatever.”

Jongdae opened his mouth, but you gave him no chance to speak again as you slammed the door closed in his face. You wanted him gone, so the sooner he completed his job, the better.

He didn’t make any effort to regain your attention, so you assumed he had already gone around to the back. With a relieved sigh, you headed down the hall, intent on pretending he didn’t exist while you got ready for the day.

It wasn’t until you were done getting cleaned up and walking out of the bathroom that you realized it probably wasn’t a good idea to leave Jongdae unsupervised by the pool. He had just broken in the night before.

You cursed, quickly walking into the living room which luckily provided a view outside through the glass back door. Trying to be inconspicuous, you casually flopped onto the couch, pretending to scroll your phone. From the corner of your eye you could see Jongdae outside, staring confusedly at the pool net in his hands. You turned slightly to see him better as he began to skim the top of the water, catching leaves and other debris in the basket.

He had to go over a few areas a couple times to catch what he had previously missed, but it seemed like he was actually trying, which surprised you. You looked over at him every couple minutes, making sure he wasn’t messing anything up, but didn’t stare too long for it to be obvious.

It wasn’t until he started to use the pool vacuum that you knew you’d need to intervene. You were no pool expert, but you were fairly sure that the hose was not supposed to go there, and Jongdae looked beyond confused as he attempted to attach the pole to the head.

With a huff, you pushed yourself off the couch, pacing over to the back door before opening it.

Jongdae’s head whipped up, the corner of his lips upturned in a nervous smile as you stared at him. Both of your eyes then dropped to the scattered plastic pieces of the vacuum on the ground, and Jongdae quickly stepped in front of them as if that would hide them from your view.

“I’m just, uh, putting this all together,” he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. It was obvious, if not from the look on his face, but the poorly assembled equipment, that he had no idea what he was doing.

You’d think a guy trying to get a job as a pool boy would actually research how to clean a pool, you thought with a sigh as you stepped outside, closing the back door behind you. Jongdae stayed still in place as you approached him.

“Look, I don’t want you here, and I doubt you want to be here either, so let’s just figure this out so you can get your job done and leave.” Your tone was slightly harsher than you had anticipated, but it was the truth. A person like Jongdae surely had a busy summer planned, hanging out with friends and attending parties, and you didn’t want to be the one he blamed if he couldn’t do that. You, on the other hand, just wanted to get back to your relaxing Saturday without feeling like you were babysitting a child that required constant supervising.

If you had been paying enough attention, you would’ve noticed the slightly hurt look that took over Jongdae’s face, but he quickly covered it up with a neutral expression as he nodded. You whipped out your phone, looking up how to assemble a pool vacuum, making a pleased sound when you found a detailed description.

“Here we go!” You smirked triumphantly. Jongdae’s eyebrows raised, and he quickly came to stand behind you, looking over your shoulder at the illustrated diagram. You tried to ignore the way his body heat radiated against you due to your proximity, and the way you could feel his breath against your neck, making the hairs on your nape raise up.

You turned the screen towards him, so he could see it better, and he stayed silent as his eyes darted between the instructions and the pieces on the ground. You did the same, before handing him the phone and dropping to your knees to try to piece a couple of the pieces together based on what you had read. Jongdae kneeled next to you, reciting the steps as best he could, while you attempted to put everything together. It was easier than it looked, and the two of you only messed up a few more times before you had a perfectly assembled pool vacuum.

“Well,” you stood with a grunt, wiping your hands off on your shorts before grabbing your phone back. “That should do it. I’m heading in now.”

Jongdae, now holding the cleaner handle in his hands, looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Are you sure? What if I get into something while you’re gone?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. He smirked. It was clear if you left him alone, you’d come to regret it. There was no trusting Jongdae, which meant he was unfortunately right, you’d have to watch over him until he left.

“Fine,” you huffed. “I’m grabbing a book though, one sec.” You quickly stepped over to the door, swinging it open before turning back to him with a glare. “If you break something before I come back, I’m firing you for real.”

You were only a few steps into the house before you heard Jongdae’s yelled reply, his signature smirk visibly heard in his words. “Can’t do that, Kitten. It’s against our rules.”

You ignored his comment, hoping he thought you were too far away to hear it, and you convinced yourself that the warm flush of your skin was from the few moments spent outside, not the nickname rolling off his tongue.

There were a lot of things you regretted about your acquaintance with Jongdae, but staying outside with him had to be the worst decision you had made thus far.

It had started out fine. Jongdae was shockingly quiet, letting you focus on your book while he cleaned the pool. You looked over the top of your pages every few minutes, making sure he stayed focus, but ultimately you got distracted by your book, and quickly read through a couple chapters. It wasn’t until you were turning another page, that you realized the rustling of paper was louder than Jongdae himself, something that made you slit your eyes in suspicion.

Jongdae was never quiet, and if he was, then he was planning something.

You quietly bookmarked your page by folding the corner, but didn’t close the book, pretending to read it while your eyes flickered to focus on Jongdae. He was humming to himself as he pushed the vacuum around the bottom of the pool, still entirely focus on his tasks like before.

Maybe I was just overreacting, you thought, and were about to resume your reading when it happened.

Jongdae balanced the handle of the cleaner onto the inside side of the pool, before he stretched his arms above his head with a sigh, a satisfied mewl leaving his lips as his bones cracked into place. Then, his arms moved back to his neck, and before you could blink, he had grabbed the back hem of his shirt, and pulled it over his head.

You softly gasped as tan, toned skin came into view, mouth opening wider as Jongdae turned around with a bright, teasing smile, sending you a wink.

Immediately, your eyes fitted back to your book, the words on the page blurring together as you tried to concentrate on them. Faintly, you heard Jongdae chuckle at your reaction before he turned back to his work, the muscles on his arms visibly flexing as he stretched them.

Of course he had to be attractive. Of course the guy you were expected to ignore the entire summer, the guy who would be at your house every week, had to have the broadest shoulders you had ever seen in your life.

Jongdae was not a polite person either, and it was obvious in his actions, which seemed overly dramatic as he tried to gain a reaction from you. He used his thin shirt to wipe off the sweat on the back of his neck, before throwing the damp white fabric down to the ground. You would’ve scolded him, but you couldn’t speak, mouth still parted slightly as you gulped.

You couldn’t let him get to you though. If he caught you staring or if you offered him any acknowledgement, Jongdae would never let you live it down. He had already showed his intentions with the bet, and they weren’t the purest.

With that reminder in mind, you turned back to your book, and hoped that Jongdae wouldn’t do anything too extravagant for the rest of the evening.

Luckily, the rest of Jongdae’s shift passed by quietly. You were on the last page of your chapter, in the heart of the climax, when the sound of rustling fabric had your eyes drifting from your book. Jongdae, now fully clothed much to your relief, was working on putting the pool vacuum back to its spot in your backyard shed.

After assuring it was put away carefully, Jongdae walked back over to stand in front of you.

“I’m gonna head out now.” He yawned, rolling his head to stretch his neck. You nodded, waiting for him to hurry up and leave, but he continued to stand there, now looking at you expectantly. You stared right back, confusion evident in your expression when he scoffed.

“Hard work doesn’t come free sweetheart,” he reminded you, and you could barely keep yourself from rolling your eyes. He had cleaned your pool, with your help no less, and he was still so convinced that his work was something awe-inspiring.

“Fine, let me go grab my wallet.” You stood up from your chair with a huff, rage practically boiling in your veins. Not only was Jongdae blackmailing you out of enjoying your summer break, but he also had to take money from you too? He couldn’t just wait until your mom got back and could actually pay him his promised wage? No, he had to take it directly from you.

You quickly went to your room, moving around the stuff on your desk as you searched for your wallet. Faintly, you heard Jongdae yell something from outside, but you ignored it, frustration growing. You had barely been gone for 30 seconds, couldn’t he have waited another minute?

Finally, under your bag, you found your wallet. You quickly pulled a couple bills from it, cringing as you held $50 in your hands. It should’ve been enough, you hoped, but if it wasn’t, you didn’t know what you would do. You weren’t going to empty all the spending money from your wallet for Jongdae’s thirty minutes of pool cleaning.

With the few bills clasped tightly between your fingers, you stomped back outside. The door was still open, so you quickly stepped out, eyebrows furrowing as you realized Jongdae was nowhere to be seen. You gave another glance around the backyard, checking by the shed, and side of the house, but he was gone.

It was odd. You still had to pay him, and he had previously been so adamant about the cost of his ‘hard work.’

Now completely sure that Jongdae was gone, no sign of him anywhere outside, you stepped back inside. You knew you’d have to question him about his sudden disappearance the next time he came, but for now you were relieved.

He was out of your hair for the next week at least, and you were still the proud owner of $50.

The following week, you had the opportunity to ask Jongdae, but his response wasn’t something you had expected to hear.

“I didn’t want to take money from you.” He shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes at him, his answer surprisingly kind, but didn’t bother arguing. Your mother had returned from her trip, and she was more than adamant about paying him his promised amount, plus an added tip for waiting so patiently. You bit your tongue to stop yourself from speaking up, from telling her about his whining and what really happened while she was gone.

“It really was no trouble, Miss.” Jongdae grinned, and you could practically hear your mom inwardly wooing over him. He was unfortunately very charming, and it seemed like you were the only one immune to it. “I should be thanking you for giving me this job. It’s really helping me out this summer.”

Your mom laughed his compliment off, smile growing on her face. “Of course, Jongdae. I’m glad I could help out. I’m just sorry I wasn’t here last week to welcome you and show you around.”

Jongdae’s eyes darted over to you, sparkling as he spoke up. “Y/N kept me company.”

You glared at him for half a second, before turning to face your mom with a fake smile. “Yeah, he was in my class last year, so we recognized each other.”

Your mom instantly cooed, going into a ramble about how glad she was that you knew each other. She was practically forcing you to spend more time with Jongdae as she started suggesting the two of you hang out more, so that work would be something he could look forward to. Both you and Jongdae nodded along to her words, and during her incessant chatter, when she wasn’t paying close attention, Jongdae sent you a wink.

It wasn’t hard to understand the meaning behind the gesture. With your mother’s permission, an invitation basically, Jongdae had the possibility to annoy you the whole summer break.

And if you knew anything about the pool boy, then you were sure he’d jump at the chance.

Avoiding Jongdae and pretending he didn’t exist was easier said than done.

On the days he came by and your mother was home, she’d practically usher you outside to keep him company while he worked. She had brought up how cute you two looked together the night after she met him, and you couldn’t fight the embarrassed blush that heated your cheeks as she sent you a wink whenever he arrived.

Since it was likely she was looking outside often to check on you, you tried to keep it civil with Jongdae. The second your mom was gone though, her back turned or her presence gone from the house completely, you wouldn’t hesitate to flip off the pool boy in front of you.

Jongdae was the same way. In front of your mother, he was all eye smiles and sickly sweet words. With you, his grin became more mischievous, his words more teasing.

It was impossible to avoid him even on the days he was gone. The pure frustration of having to deal with him plagued your mind throughout the week, and the idea of him filled your thoughts constantly. You tried to bring up your struggle with Baekhyun, but he only teased you about it, claiming that Jongdae had you so smitten you couldn’t go a second without thinking of him.

That conversation had ended as quickly as it began. There was no way you were falling for Jongdae, not even a little bit. Sure he was attractive, and sure his pet names made your heart flutter, but those were only normal observations and reactions, right?

Whatever affect he was having on you needed to end one way or another. You were determined to not waste your summer break thinking of a guy like him, and it was important for you to spend your days alone doing things that distracted you from the thought of him.

Which is why, when your mom brought up another trip she was taking, you made a plan.

With the help of Baekhyun, you were preparing to throw a party. Summer was at its peak and your house was the perfect place for a crazy night. People could swim, drink, do whatever they pleased really, and there was no risk of a parent shutting it all down.

Baekhyun was beyond excited with the idea, immediately telling all his other friends the plan, and posting about it on his social media accounts. With his large following, it didn’t take long for the date to start circulating.

The day before the party, a calm Thursday afternoon, you headed out to the grocery store with Baekhyun. Your mom had just left for the airport, and you still had to grab snacks and drinks for the party.

“I can’t believe you told so many people about tomorrow,” you laughed, grabbing bags of chips off the shelves and tossing them in your cart. “Do you know how much I’m going to have to spend on food?”

Baekhyun grinned and shrugged. “The more the merrier. And don’t worry, I’ll help pay.”

“You better!” You playfully jabbed your elbow into his side, giggling at the overdramatic gasp of fake pain he let out.

After a few more aisles, you both made it to the drink section. You were in the middle of scolding Baekhyun for how much he was spending on soda, but your bickering was cut off when you heard your name being called.

“Y/N!”

The voice was too familiar for comfort, and you didn’t turn around until the second time you heard it, not at all surprised when Jongdae came walking up to you. His normal pool shorts and t-shirt combo was nowhere to be seen, and you inwardly cursed at the way the dark tank top and tight black jeans clung to his lean body.

“Hey, fancy seeing you here.” He smirked, looking at you for a second too long before his eyes drifted behind you to where Baekhyun was standing, looking like a deer in headlights as he held the soda bottle in his hands close to his chest.

“It’s a grocery store, lots of people come here,” you shot back.

Jongdae hummed, but you noticed his attention was still on Baekhyun. If you weren’t wrong, it looked almost like he was sizing him up, eyes trailing up and down his figure. There was a look in his eyes you hadn’t seen before, and your best guess for the emotion swirling in his irises was jealousy.

That was highly unlikely though. Jongdae didn’t like you-- that you were sure of.

Baekhyun, noticing the eyes on him, placed the drinks down and looked up at Jongdae. Immediately his normal confidence returned, and he sent an over-enthusiastic grin.

“I’m Baekhyun, Y/N’s best friend.”

It seemed like Jongdae relaxed a bit at the word “friend” but you weren’t sure if your mind was still playing tricks on you or not, so you ignored it.

“Jongdae,” he started, “I work for Y/N’s mom.”

Baekhyun nodded, acting interested as if he hadn’t heard you venting about Jongdae for the past few weeks on end.

“I’ve heard,” Baekhyun offhandedly remarked, not missing the way both your and Jongdae’s eyes widened. While you stood awkwardly, Jongdae regained his composure with a grin, and you could almost see his ego grow as he realized you talked about him.

Hoping to escape from the situation as quietly and quickly as you could, you turned your attention back to Baekhyun.

“Did you get what we needed?” you asked, and Baekhyun nodded, content with the amount of drinks he had hoarded.

Jongdae, now noticing the excess amount of snacks and sodas collected in your cart, raised his eyebrow. “Got something fun planned?”

You began to speak, intent on coming up with any outrageous story you could to throw Jongdae off the tracks of your party. Unfortunately, before you could get a word out, Baekhyun stepped forward with a sly smile sent your way.

“Oh, you didn’t hear? Y/N is having a party at her place tomorrow. We’re grabbing snacks.”

You stiffened up, looking over at Baekhyun and hoping he noticed the desperation in your face. This was going to be your one day away from Jongdae and everything related to him. He couldn’t know!

“Really? I hadn’t heard,” Jongdae remarked, looking over at you with surprise.

Both pairs of eyes were on you now, and you knew you had no way of escaping without speaking up.

“I uh, I really didn’t tell many people about it. Baekhyun did most of the inviting.” It was partly true: gathering people hadn’t been your main objective. You knew Jongdae would still question your motives though, considering the fact that he was over at your place so often.

There wasn’t any time for more excuses or questions though, since Baekhyun seemed ready to end the conversation with a questionable solution.

“You should come, if you’re free tomorrow, of course,” he offered, and Jongdae seemed to consider the proposal before he looked back at you.

“Only if Y/N is ok with it.”

To anyone else, the statement would’ve seemed polite, considerate. You knew what Jongdae was thinking though.

There was no way you could have said no. Surely you would’ve heard a mouthful from Baekhyun if you did, and you still had to deal with Jongdae for another couple weeks, so it was best to stay on his good side.

“Y-yeah, sounds good.” You cleared your throat and nodded.

Jongdae smirked, not at all surprised by your answer. Just like the night at the pool, you had no other choice. He had you in the palm of his hands.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow night then.”

“I cannot believe you invited Jongdae like that!” You scoffed, pouting when Baekhyun chuckled.

You were both standing in front of the mirror in your bathroom, checking over your appearance one last time before the party started. Baekhyun was playing around with his hair, fluffing it as he tried to decide whether to have his bangs pushed back or hanging in his face.

“You wouldn’t have let him come if it weren’t for me,” Baekhyun said.

You stopped fixing your own hair to look over at him. “That was the point.”

Baekhyun shook his head with a laugh, staring at your reflection. “You mean to tell me you have no feelings for him?”

You couldn’t stop the shocked look that erupted over your features. You, having feelings for Jongdae? That was the most outrageous idea you’d ever heard.

“You’ve got to be kidding me Baekhyun.” He shrugged, still not entirely convinced, and you knew you’d need to elaborate.

“Have you seen how he acts? He’s so infuriating, he can’t do his job, and he’s not the type of guy you feel complimented with when he hits on you. Jongdae would flirt with anything that breathed for God’s sake.” You started a rant, the easily noticeable flaws being the first you complained about. It was so easy to get worked up over Jongdae, and you had to stop yourself from bringing up the pool night to Baekhyun.

Sure, you trusted him more than anyone, but he had a tendency to get overly excited about information, and you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep the secret from at least one person who would spread it around.

Baekhyun hummed. “I guess those are valid reasons. You still talk about him a lot though.”

The doorbell rang before you could defend yourself, Baekhyun running off to go greet the guests while you stared in the mirror.

There was no way Jongdae was getting to you, right?

The party was in full swing before you knew it.

Most of Baekhyun’s closer friends had arrived first, which made it easier to ease into the whole situation. You had met a couple of them before, like Chanyeol and Kyungsoo, but soon enough other students starting filing into the living room and kitchen. The poolside was crowded too, with groups of people chatting on the seats outside and others jumping straight into the water.

You had lost sight of Baekhyun a while back, whether he was making out in the bathroom or taking shots, you weren’t sure. You just hoped he didn’t get so wasted he couldn’t help you clean up the aftermath of the party.

For now, you were having fun though. Jongdae was nowhere to be seen, and people all around seemed to be having a good time. A couple kids had snuck some alcohol in, so tipsy partygoers weren’t hard to miss, giggling and stumbling as they danced to the loud music playing.

It was exactly the type of night you had been waiting to have the whole summer break, and you planned to make the most of it. Heading to the kitchen, you mixed up a punch-like drink, mingling with the others in the kitchen while you slowly sipped the fruity concoction.

It wasn’t long before you noticed a tall figure enter the kitchen, not missing the way Yifan’s eyes locked onto your figure. He wasted no time in walking over to you, leaning back against the counter next to you.

“Hey baby, wanna make me a drink too?”

You tried your best not to roll your eyes. It seemed like you couldn’t avoid all the fuckboys tonight. Still, Yifan was good looking, and he would be fun to flirt around with, even if just to distract yourself from another guy on your mind.

“Sure, what do you want?”

Yifan seemed taken back by your agreement, but quickly composed himself. “Whatever you’re having.”

You shrugged but starting making another drink similar to your own. He didn’t seem like the type to want a fruity punch, but it’s what he asked for, and who were you to deny his wishes? It was a little surprising when you handed him the drink, and he seemed pleased with it, drinking it quickly.

You wouldn’t have pegged Yifan as a lightweight, but within a couple minutes, and another drink, he was already red in the face and stumbling slightly. He was laughing at almost everything you said, and you had to admit his gummy smile was pretty cute.

“Y-you look good tonight,” he hiccuped, and you smiled. You were just in a tank top and denim shorts, but you knew it fit you well. You had wanted to wear your new bikini, but with the bottoms missing, courtesy of Jongdae, you had to go for the next best choice.

It didn’t seem to matter to Yifan, though. He was still staring unabashedly at you, dark eyes mainly focused on your lips.

“Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself.” It wasn’t exactly summer party attire, but the dark jeans and white t-shirt he wore still made him look good. His lips turned up in a lopsided smile at the compliment, and he leaned down to move closer to you.

But like always, the minute you began to enjoy yourself, there was a presence you just couldn’t shake off.

“Y/N, there you are!” Jongdae was quick to enter the kitchen the minute his eyes locked on you, standing far too close to Yifan in his opinion. He was beside you in the blink of an eye, swinging his arm around your shoulder as he faced you, completely ignoring the other man's presence.

You attempted to shrug him off, but he didn’t seem to be letting go of you anytime soon. “Jongdae,” you started, voice stern. “Is there something I can help you with? I’m trying to talk to Yifan here.”

You were not going to let Jongdae ruin your party, so you prayed to every holy entity up above that he wouldn’t need anything urgent, and he’d leave you alone. It was Jongdae you were talking about, though, so you couldn’t be surprised when he spoke up.

“I actually needed to talk to you, in private.” Of course he did.

“Yifan,” you grabbed the boy’s attention, which was slightly hard considering he was spacing out in a drunken haze. “Will you excuse me for a moment?”

He nodded, not seeming at all bothered by Jongdae’s intervention, and you just sighed.

Jongdae muttered some form of thanks before he immediately led you away from the kitchen. You begrudgingly let him pull you into the hallway, where it was slightly quieter than the rest of the house. There were still a couple people leaned against the wall talking though, and Jongdae didn’t seem pleased with that.

“Is there somewhere else we can go?” He asked, and you thought for a moment before looking over to your room. The door was still closed like you had left it, and you hoped no one had gone in for a hookup.

You gestured over to the room. “Come on.”

Jongdae quickly followed, and you looked around a couple times to make sure no one was watching you. You didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea if they saw the two of you sneaking off together. Luckily, no one was paying attention, so the two of you stepped into the room.

It looked clean and untouched which made you let out a sigh of relief as you sat on the bed. Jongdae was still standing, looking down at you, and you waited for him to tell you what he had wanted to talk about so badly.

“Well?”

He scoffed, leaning against the wall. “Aren’t you glad I saved you from Yifan?”

You raised your eyebrow at him. “Saved? Clearly you didn’t notice that I was having fun then, Jongdae.”

Jongdae was the surprised one now, looking at you like you were speaking another language. “If you think you were going to get anything out of that conversation, you’re wrong, Kitten. Those types of guys only want one thing. You should know that.”

Immediately, you stood up from the bed, intent on leaving. It wasn’t fair for him to speak to you that way, as if you were completely ignorant to the thoughts going through teenage boy’s heads. Of course you knew the type of guy Yifan was, a fuckboy, just like Jongdae. That didn’t mean you were going to jump his bones in five seconds. You had barely flirted with him.

“I’m not listening to this.” You went to open the door, but Jongdae pushed against it, making you huff. “You’re unbelievable.”

“No,” he started. “Not until you listen to me.”

You crossed your arms, ready to hear whatever bullshit he wanted to spew if it meant you could leave.

“You have to be careful with those guys, Y/N.” His voice was softer now, as if he were truly concerned for your wellbeing. He started to lean closer, words coming out in a quiet murmur. “They aren’t always the safest to be around.”

You tried to move back, but hit the door, Jongdae effectively invading your space. “Those types of guys? Like you, you mean?” You were expecting him to argue back, his normal snark to enter the conversation like it usually did. He just nodded slightly though, moving closer until you could feel his breath as he spoke.

“Yeah… guys like me.” His expression seemed controlled, but you could see him internally fighting with whatever thoughts were battling in his mind. “We can’t control ourselves sometimes.”

He let out a sigh after the words, and you scrunched your nose when you smelled the alcohol on his breath. No wonder he was acting so different.

“Have you been drinking?” You questioned, and weren’t surprised when he nodded. “You should go easy on the alcohol,” you warned him. Despite slightly liking this more caring side of Jongdae, you could also see that, when tipsy, he seemed to be even more prone to getting into trouble.

Your suspicions were confirmed when Jongdae laughed your suggestion off, moving until your bodies were just inches away. “Mhm, you shouldn’t worry about me. I’ll be careful. I just need to look out for you.” His hand moved upward to push away a strand of your hair away from your face, before he let his palm rest on your cheek. You knew you should’ve pulled away, should’ve sat down Jongdae with a glass of water, but your cheek was tingling, and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into his electrifying touch. Maybe it was the liquid courage running through both of your veins, but there seemed to be a magnet between you two.

Jongdae’s thumb lightly traced your cheekbone. “Here I am telling you to be careful, warning you about other guys, when I’m the greatest threat.”

“Why is that?” You questioned.

He chuckled, tilting down his head so your lips were centimeters from touching.

“Because I’m the one that can’t hold back.”

There were no more words exchanged before your lips met, just a soft hesitant press at first. It was completely uncharted territory in your relationship, if it could even be considered that, and neither of you were confident enough to make the first move.

It wasn’t until you lightly gripped onto the hem of Jongdae’s shirt, a silent confirmation of what was happening, that his normal assertive mannerisms returned, his hand tipping your chin up so he could capture your lips better. The kiss itself was still sweet, your lips pressing perfectly together and moving in sync.

There was a second when you pulled away, as you caught your breath, and eyes connected, that a comfortable silence passed between you. Regret wasn’t visible from either of you, and that assurance had you wrapping your arms around his neck, Jongdae’s hands drifting down to grip at your waist.

The second time your lips met, all the pent up emotions and feelings between you two was tangible-- frustration, attraction, pining, and all the teasing-- twisting around the two of you like rope. Your fingers dug into the hair on Jongdae’s nape as he nibbled on your bottom lip, pulling it slightly before soothing over it with his tongue.

His own fingers dug into your waist when you returned the gesture, a slight gasp escaping his lips. It was the perfect opportunity and you immediately snuck your tongue into his mouth, letting it explore every area it could reach. It surprised you that Jongdae was letting you have this much control over the kiss, but you weren’t complaining. The feeling of him practically melting under your touch had you feeling more confident by the minute.

It wasn’t until you both pulled away, catching your breaths, that the reality of the situation hit you. It seemed to be an instant concern for the both of you, Jongdae looking at you like he couldn’t believe what just happened, the surprised expression reflected on your face.

“Shit,” he breathed, taking a step back, and insecurities immediately began to flood your thoughts. You awkwardly wrapped your arms around yourself, already missing the warm touch you had just experienced seconds earlier.

Disheveled and still in slight shock, Jongdae pushed back his blonde hair away from his forehead with a sigh. “I should go.”

Your heart dropped. Of course you had made the wrong decision. He had just been lecturing you on the negative impacts giving into a fuckboy would have, yet here you stood, lips swollen and hair messy from making out with one.

He grabbed for the door handle, and you moved away, letting him open it before rushing out, the door quickly closing behind him. You wasted no time collapsing against the wood, letting out a deep exhale.

Hesitantly, you raised your hand, fingertips brushing against your lips. If you focused hard enough, you could still feel his lips against yours. You could still feel the passion in his touch.

It soon faded cold however. The situation had sobered you up, and the regret was flooding your body. You didn’t know how you had let yourself get to this point, making out with Jongdae, in your room no less.

If anything, his sudden hesitation was a blessing in surprise. Who knows how far you would’ve gone if neither of you had thought about it.

The “what if’s” ran through your brain in a frenzy, but the main question you had for yourself overpowered them all.

Did this mean you liked Jongdae? And if so, what happened next?

You waited a few minutes before leaving the room, both to compose yourself, and also so you didn’t come rushing out right after Jongdae, which surely would have warranted some unwanted questions from anyone watching.

Baekhyun was standing out in the hall when you crept out of the room, leaning against the wall and conversing with Chanyeol. You lightly tapped on his shoulder when you came up behind him, and he turned to you with a smile.

“Have you seen Jongdae?” You questioned, cutting straight to the chase.

Baekhyun seemed surprised by your question, but shook his head. “No, I didn’t even know he was here tonight.”

You let out a small sigh of relief. He must have left.

“What about Yifan?” The guilt of leaving him alone in the kitchen ran back to you, and you had to make sure he was alright. He had been pretty tipsy last you saw him.

It was Chanyeol who spoke up that time. “I saw one of his friends helping him home. He was pretty wasted.”

The words helped you to relax a bit. Knowing he was safe was one thing, but knowing you wouldn’t have to deal with either guy for the rest of the night was really helping your nerves.

Baekhyun seemed to notice your off behavior, and sent you a sympathetic look before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “We should get some drinks, what do you think?”

Your eager nod had both Baekhyun and Chanyeol chuckling, and the three of you headed to the kitchen. You were sure you’d have a killer hangover the following day, but if it meant forgetting half of the night, then you were willing to deal with it.

With that in mind, you tossed back the drinks, hoping you could swallow away the regret.

Unfortunately, in your drunken and regretful daze, you failed to remember that the following day was Saturday, which meant Jongdae would be coming by for work. Around noon, like always, the doorbell rang, but this time, you were still in bed, head pounding and beyond exhausted.

Faintly, you hoped it was your mom coming home early. You would’ve rather dealt with her walking in on the party stricken household than with Jongdae. You and Baekhyun had tidied up the place as much as you could last night, but with how tipsy you two were, you had barely been able to throw away the trash before passing out. Luckily, Chanyeol was able to get Baekhyun home, and you made it to your bed before completely collapsing.

The doorbell rang again, and you sighed, pushing yourself out of bed. It took all of your energy to stumble out of the room and get to the door, before you unlocked and opened it.

Jongdae stood there, sunglasses covering his most likely sensitive eyes, and posture slumped. You were sure you looked just as bad, with your party clothes from the night before now wrinkled on your figure, and mussed hair crazy from sleep. You were expecting it to be awkward, him showing up after the night beforehand, but it seemed like neither of you wanted to talk about what happened, and you were fine with that. It was a problem for another day.

The problem for today was work. Jongdae didn’t look to be in shape to do much of anything, and you didn’t feel like heading outside to join him either. It was hot, the sun was far too bright, and it’d probably end with the both of you getting sick.

“You don’t have to work today,” you told him, and cut him off before he could argue. “Just come in, get some breakfast and painkillers at least.”

It was too good of an offer to decline, so Jongdae stepped inside, taking off his sunglasses once the harsh light was out of his face. The idea of food sounded nauseating to both of you, but you both knew it would eventually help with the hangover.

Breakfast was uneventful, both of you eating in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. The painkillers and water had helped with the headache and overall soreness, and the warm food had surprisingly helped with your upset stomach.

Once Jongdae had finished his plate, he pulled his sunglasses on, and stood up. “I should probably work now.” He seemed adamant, but you weren’t going to let him work even if he begged to. Your pool could survive a week without cleaning, but you weren’t sure how long Jongdae could survive the heat.

“Just go home and rest Jongdae. You can drop by next week, ok?”

He looked like he was going to protest, but the stern look on your face told him not to argue, so he nodded. You led him to the door, and made sure to send him home with a cool bottle of water too.

“Thanks, Kitten. I owe you one.”

He sent you one last smile as goodbye before heading to his car, and you closed the door with heat warming your face. The pet name still gave you butterflies as always, but this time, it gave you hope too. Maybe things with him weren’t as ruined as you thought.

The whole week, after you had woken up, cleaned the house, and welcomed your mom home, you spent thinking of Jongdae. The day after the party had given you hope that he wasn’t completely avoiding you, and with the following Saturday creeping up on you, you could only hope he’d show up this week again too.

It had taken many thoughtful days and restless nights, but you had finally come to a conclusion. You didn’t regret what happened at the party, and you hoped Jongdae didn’t either. It was undeniable, the chemistry between the two of you, and you were shocked it had taken so long for you to admit it.

Sure, you didn’t have the greatest first impression of Jongdae, but the traits and qualities he showed in the weeks following were quite admirable. He always worked hard, made you laugh, even if it was at your own expense, and despite denying it, he kept your summer exciting. Jongdae loosened you up, helped you worry less, and focus more on the present. He helped you focus on the decisions you were making rather than dwell on the past.

It was odd to finally admit it, liking Jongdae. You had put so much pressure on yourself to not think about him, avoid him when he came over if possible, even distract yourself from him with other guys, but none of it worked. His stupid charms had worked, and the thought scared you slightly.

He was still a fuckboy, he had still warned you about guys like him, and he still hadn’t brought up the night, so you had to be cautious. There would need to be a serious conversation before you tried anything, before you told him how you felt. You had to make sure Jongdae didn’t regret making out with you, and you had to make sure he had some sort of feelings for you.

The chance arose the following week, when Saturday rolled around. It was the perfect day. Your mom was out of the house, scheduled to be at the office all afternoon, and Jongdae was just minutes away from arriving for work.

You knew if you tried to have any conversation while he was cleaning, it’d be slightly awkward, since he’d be so focused on work, so you hoped he could finish quickly and you could bring up everything after.

You had gotten another bikini, after the other one was stolen, so you put that on quickly, with a pair of shorts. You also grabbed your book, a new one this time, so you could get through some of it while Jongdae worked.

Just as planned, the doorbell rang a little after noon, and you opened the door with a smile.

“Hey Jongdae.”

It wasn’t hard to see his eyes immediately drop from your face to your chest, then back up as quickly as possible. You’d never worn a bathing suit while you were outside with him, unless you counted the first time he came over, but you were literally naked at that point, so this was a bit of a shock to him.

He swallowed. “Hey.”

“Ready? I grabbed my book, so I’ll come outside and read if that’s ok. Maybe we can go for a swim after?” It was unlike you to ask Jongdae to join him outside, and you could see he was slightly confused by the question by the surprised look on his face, but it was all part of your plan. You needed to gauge his reaction and see if your whole plan was even worth it.

Jongdae chuckled. “Of course, it’s your backyard after all.”

Good answer, you thought. It wasn’t long before you were both outside, you situating yourself on one of the chairs by the pool, and Jongdae working on getting the pool vacuum out of the shed. For a little while, neither of you spoke much except for a comment here or there, Jongdae focusing on work while you got sucked into your book.

Around thirty minutes later, you heard some shuffling around, and saw Jongdae already putting the cleaning products away. Once he returned from the shed, he looked at you with a smirk.

“Still wanna swim?”

You nodded eagerly and grinned. Making sure your book was safe in the chair, and far away enough from the pool to avoid water splashes, you walked over to the pool. You quickly shimmied out of your shorts, not missing the way Jongdae watched you closely. He caught your eyes when you looked up, and instead of turning away like you would have expected, his stare only hardened and he smirked.

This bikini, unlike the last one, was blue, and the color complimented your skin tone nicely.

Jongdae followed suit, and you didn’t bother looking away as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. The sight of his lean and toned body still didn’t get old even though you had seen him shirtless many times while he was working. The faint defining lines on his abdomen and light trail of hair leading down into his shorts had you biting your lip, drinking the view in.

While you started slowly lowering yourself into the pool using the steps, Jongdae didn’t waste any time to jump in. You squealed as the water from his splash lightly hit you, and he started laughing as he rose out of the water, brushing his hair away from his face. Finally, you dropped entirely into the pool, your feet completely on the floor.

“It’s really warm,” you pointed out, and Jongdae hummed in agreement. “I’m surprised we haven’t swam together yet.”

“I’m not,” he chuckled, “because if we did, it would lead to a splash fight.”

You grinned mischievously before lightly pushing some water in his direction. It wasn’t a full splash, but it was enough for some water drops to hit his shoulder and the middle of his chest. Immediately his head snapped up, and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Oh, we’re starting this?”

You shook your head playfully, backing up as fast as you could. It wasn’t fast enough though, since Jongdae was already flicking water in your direction, laughing as he moved closer to you. You attacked back, blindly splashing as much water you could in his direction while also trying to block yourself from his ongoing assault.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough, since within only a couple seconds, Jongdae had made his way over to you, pinning you against the side of the pool while he grabbed your wrists. There was no getting out of his grip, so you just looked up at him with wide eyes.

From this angle, you could see the water droplets dripping down his face, rushing from his hairline down the bridge of his nose. You could see the small moles dotting his skin, clustered around the side of his forehead and scattered down his neck.

You could feel Jongdae’s eyes trailing down your face, focusing on your features. You watched as his gaze zeroed in on your lips, and the way his tongue ran across his bottom lip as he stared.

The tension, the feeling from the party, and all the other days beforehand had returned. It was suffocating the both of you, making the air between you both heavy with unspoken words.

There weren’t any words that needed to be exchanged, however, since Jongdae seemed to finally snap, letting go of your wrists to grab your waist and pull you close to him. Your lips immediately met, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him push you against the edge of the pool for support. Your hands tangled into his wet hair, pulling on the strands and relishing in the groan he let out.

“Should we talk about this?” You murmured against his lips.

He bit your lip before pulling away, breathing heavily. “What’s there to talk about? Last I checked, you liked me, and I liked you. That should be enough, yeah?”

His lips had parted from yours for far too long, and the answer was good enough for you, so you just nodded before pulling him back to you. He chuckled into the kiss at your eagerness, making you pull his hair again in retaliation. It didn’t seem to be much of a punishment, however, since Jongdae just moaned at the feeling and slid his hands down to grip at your thighs.

“Sensitive,” you mumbled teasingly, squeaking when Jongdae lightly pinched at the skin on the back of your leg.

“You’re one to say that.”

You shut him up by distracting him with your tongue, letting it glide against his lower lip until his mouth parted slightly. Just like before, he let you lead. The movements were slow but passionate, making you drown in every feeling, making you responsive to every touch.

The warm water and his warm skin pressed against you from every angle. You couldn’t escape it. He drew patterns on your skin before his fingertips dug into your thighs, pulling you closer to him until there was no space between the two of you. The bulge at the front of his pool shorts was now extremely noticeable, but your own arousal was being reduced by the water, and you knew if you wanted to go any further you’d have to get out of the pool.

“Jongdae,” you murmured as you pulled away. He hummed in acknowledgement, pecking your lips a couple times, making you giggle. “Should we get out of the pool?”

Jongdae considered your words for a moment, thinking about the meaning behind them, before he shook his head. For a second you worried you had been too forward, but then Jongdae was lifting you up and out of the water, making you sit on the edge of pool, feet still dangling into the water.

You gripped the ledge of the pool, leaning back slightly and gasping at the warm ground underneath your back. Jongdae had the perfect position and leverage from where he stood, immediately diving forward to bury himself between your legs. His hands gripped your thighs and lightly pulled them apart before pressing his cheek against your inner leg. Looking down at him, the sight made your heart speed up. He was staring up at you with a smirk, eyes darkening.

“I like this new swimsuit of yours,” Jongdae hummed, fingers dancing up your thigh to grab at the side of your bikini bottoms. They were the type that tied at the side, and you had never be so relieved for buying an easy to remove swimsuit as you were right then. Jongdae seemed just as pleased, eager fingers playing with the ties and a grin taking over his face when he finally got them undone. The other side was untied before you knew it and within seconds Jongdae had tugged the fabric off, leaving you heated and panting.

“You’re so pretty, Kitten.” Having him stare at you so unabashedly made you shy, but the tone in his words was helping you feel more comfortable. “Had I known this is what I was missing out on when we first met, I would’ve done this a long time ago.”

You were going to make some sarcastic remark about how you would’ve punched him if he had tried this at any point before today, but your words caught in your throat when you felt Jongdae’s heavy breathing against your sensitive skin. There was one moment of pure silence, leaving you shaking while you waited for him to do anything, before he snapped, tongue flicking against your folds, leaving you speechless.

A groan escaped his lips before he was diving for more, hands pushing your thighs apart when you tried to close them. There was zero hesitation in his actions, tongue working over you roughly while his hands gripped you tightly. It was as if in that moment he wanted nothing more than to please you. It was as if all of the time he had waited meant nothing as long as he brought you to the highest point of pleasure.

Your arm was shaking as you propped yourself up on your elbow, your free hand snaking down to grip Jongdae’s hair. He moaned into you as you tangled your fingers through the blonde strands and tugged, pulling him impossibly close to you. You didn’t think Jongdae could be more passionate with his touches, but the slight pain tingling at his scalp had him growing more desperate.

One of his hands left the inside of your thigh to rest across your lower stomach, preventing you from pushing upward, while the other hand joined his mouth. You whined as his finger teased against you, gathering your wetness before slowly pushing into you. The single one wasn’t enough and you whimpered, ready to beg Jongdae if it meant finally getting to come.

“Please, Jongdae,” you pleaded, hearing Jongdae groan at the sound of his name tumbling from your lips.

A second finger teased at your entrance before pressing into you slowly, making you let out a sigh of relief at the added feeling. Jongdae lifted his head to watch you, eyes focused on your disheveled appearance. A rush of pride took over his body, making him curl his fingers while he gaped at your reaction.

“So wet, Kitten, all for me.” You nodded eagerly, as there was no denying it. Had you known how good Jongdae could have made you felt, with just his mouth and fingers no less, you would’ve confessed to him much earlier than you did.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the sensation creeping up, your thighs shaking around Jongdae’s head, fingers digging into his hair harder, and cries falling from your mouth as he brought you closer to the edge. With a third finger pressing against you, and Jongdae’s tongue circling your clit, you leaned back with a gasp. Your eyes clenched shut, back arching off the pool edge and toes curling as you came.

“Good job Kitten, let it all out for me,” Jongdae cooed, prompting you to let out one last whimper as he worked you through your orgasm. His fingers didn’t let up until you were shaking in overstimulation, pushing him away with your last bits of energy. Finally, he relented, and swam back a couple inches.

You caught your breath for a moment as you came down from your high, Jongdae murmuring sweet words to you as he caressed your legs. It took a couple minutes before you were able to push yourself up, looking down at Jongdae. He was looking up at you with a smile, lips curled at the end and glistening from his previous actions. His hair had been pushed in a million directions but he seemed completely unbothered, wiping off his lips before grinning stupidly.

“You good?” he asked, and you nodded, letting out a light laugh.

“I-I think so.”

He seemed extremely pleased with your response, glad he was able to put you into such a state of speechlessness.

You stood up shakily and grabbed your towel from nearby to wrap around your waist as Jongdae got out of the pool, the both of you drying off in near silence. You quickly picked up your bikini bottoms, and scoffed upon seeing Jongdae had torn the ties on one side.

“What’s wrong?” He asked upon seeing your displeased expression.

You held up the tattered fabric, raising your eyebrows at him. “Are you going to ruin all my swimsuits?”

Jongdae chuckled, shrugging. “If it means getting you naked, then yes.”

You rolled your eyes. “I have to buy another one now!”

Jongdae shook his head as he walked over to you, hands grabbing your waist to pull you close to him. “I’ll give you your red one back,” he promised, giving you a quick kiss.

You kissed him back before pulling back and looking up at him suspectedly. “Does that mean the deal is off?”

Jongdae nodded almost immediately. “You bet, Kitten. There’s no way I’m telling anyone you skinny dip, that’s for my eyes only. And I’m sure you won’t be firing me anytime soon, am I right?”

“I don’t know about that,” you teased, laughing when Jongdae pouted. “Fine, you can keep your job, but you need to come visit me more often than that too.”

Jongdae scoffed as if that were the most obvious thing in the world. “Oh trust me, you won’t be getting rid of me anytime soon.”

You playfully groaned, but on the inside you were jumping for joy. It was odd, how just a month ago, had you heard those words you would’ve wanted to die, but now they brought you so much happiness. He brought you so much happiness.

You kissed him again, smiling against his lips. It was all the perfect moment until a slight breeze brushed past you, and you shivered. The thin towel wrapped around your waist wasn’t doing much for your exposed lower half, and your bra piece was still wet and growing cold by the minute.

“I need to take a shower,” you mumbled into the kiss, and Jongdae hummed in acknowledgment. “Do you want to join me?” You knew he hadn’t brought any spare clothes, and it would give him the opportunity to let his shorts dry off. Of course, you also wanted to thank him for earlier, and Jongdae seemed to understand your intentions, since he nodded eagerly.

Unfortunately, the second you got into the shower, Jongdae’s hands were all over you once again, so you weren’t able to show him exactly how thankful you were for earlier, but you were sure he got the gist of it.

And you knew you would have many opportunities in the future to pay him back. Worrying about only being a one-time thing to him wasn’t a fear of yours anymore, and you were sure it never would be.

You wouldn’t be getting rid of Jongdae for a very long time, and for the first time in forever, that thought made you smile.

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