𝟕𝐄𝐕𝐘𝐍 ✦ 𝑔𝑜𝑡7 𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑤 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠 & 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑠

❝𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗴𝘆𝗻𝘆❞ ; 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗼𝗺 (𝗠+)

"Amazing. Your narration is impeccable." He bowed his head in respect, thanking you once in English before he comfortably converted back to Korean. "You... Liked it?" He asked again.

"Of course. At this rate, you'll never have to touch another article of skin again." He smiled softly and brought his coffee back up to his lips. You studied him carefully, listening to him go on about his dream of becoming a famous erotic novel narrator. How suiting was the topic of the hour? As you got lost in your world, you missed sight of him watching you closely.

To say you were beautiful would be an understatement. You were undoubtedly a unique individual, with rich skin, free of blemishes and imperfections, defined lips, and eyes dark as the night. It was the subtle differences that separated you from the average woman. Your father's genes were stronger than your mother's and though you were nothing short of female in demeanor and fashion, your features were bolder and rawer in appearance. You were androgynous, and so was Jaebeom. In your ways, of course, but it was that alone that put you two so close together as friends.

Jaebeom thought you were more gorgeous than any other specimen he'd met before, and would jump the broom if you showed any interest, gave him so much as a sign. But you weren't into masculinity. Ironic, isn't it? You preferred softer faces and even softer physiques.

You were a lesbian.

And he was nothing but a poor little heterosexual with his heart tied in a knot and hanging by a thin string for you. He battled lust every morning, tried to use the power of love to fight off those inappropriate and painfully unrealistic fantasies.

You reserved your love for women. And he, even with those effeminated features any other man would envy, was most certainly not a woman. Sadly.

"You should come by the parlor sometime. Let these hands consume you." His words could be taken so much heavier than they were, but his playful smile and intentionless delivery kept your mind out of the gutter and in the danger zone.

Tense muscles suddenly made their presence known as you were left to rolling your shoulders back to relieve some pressure. "I guess I could use it." You admitted, discomfort written in bold letters across your face. You glanced at him, eyebrows twisted in distress. "What time works for you?"

"Anytime you're ready." He said without a moment of hesitation, watching your ever last move as you nodded and looked through your calendar for an opening in your schedule. "How's next week, Friday?" He nodded in affirmation and you thanked him as the bliss of relaxed muscles was now only six days away. You missed the way he looked down at his cold coffee and sighed.

"I'll always have an open table for you."

𝘐𝘐. 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴

"You can undress in there,"

"Undress?" He nodded silently with his arms behind his back. He excuses himself, requesting that you call him when you're comfortable. When he left, you were alone, only in the company of lit candles and the distant scent of Egyptian Musk inscents.

You folded your clothes and stacked them neatly, lying face-down on the table as the towel draped over your lower half, concealing your nakedness well-enough.

When your voice filled his ears, he paced himself. He took a deep breath, counted to five in his head, and opened the door slowly, peeking his head in. "Are you ready?" You made a noise of affirmation and lowered your face back into the provided space. Jaebeom had to breathe in a few times. He was just giving a close friend a massage. Nothing more, nothing less. His lesbian friend who is zero percent interested in him. He pushes his feelings aside, stamps them return to the sender, and begins warming up his hands.