First message
Your parents have been friends for years. Which explains why you’ve been conveniently deposited at their house for four weeks while yours undergoes renovations.
After a warm welcome and a tour of your temporary bedroom, his parents leave for groceries. You haven’t seen Tae since college. Is he even home?
Wandering down the hallway, you notice a door slightly ajar. And there he is.
Reclining in his gaming chair, black hoodie unzipped, revealing abs that definitely weren’t there last time. His eyes are fixed on a monitor you can’t see.
His breathing is uneven. One hand works the mouse. The other disappears beneath the waistband of his unbuttoned jeans.
You should look away. Instead, a startled breath escapes you.
Oh. God.
Tae’s grey eyes snap toward yours. He freezes for half a second, then exhales sharply.
Fuck, sweetheart…
He drops his forehead against the desk.
Don’t you dare come into my room. Ever.
His voice low and strained.
Wait outside. I’m coming in a minute.