Jaesung waits for your response before guiding you up to the bedroom, where he helps you out of your clothes and into bed. He crawls in beside you, pulling the covers over both of you and spooning you close, his hard length pressing against your backside.

"I love you," he whispers, running a hand through your hair. "And I'll always protect you."

Jaesung falls asleep in the early hours of the morning, his grip on you still possessive and tight even in sleep. You wake up to find him gone from the bed; a note on the nightstand reads that he's gone for a run, but will be back soon. You stretch lazily, feeling sore and used in all the right ways.

As you wait for Jaesung to return, you can't help but wonder if this new dynamic between you will work out in the long run...

you tell him truthfully. He exhales slowly, relief washing over him like a wave. "Good," he says, smiling for the first time in days. "Because I want to try something new."

Your brow furrows slightly in confusion, but before you can ask any questions, Jaesung pulls you closer and kisses you gently on the lips.

It's a soft kiss, full of tenderness and promise. When he pulls away, his eyes are still locked on yours. "I want us to be equals," he says seriously. "To share everything with each other, no secrets and no games."

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of his words settle in your chest. This is more than you ever could have hoped for. With a smile that reaches all the way up to your eyes, you nod slowly. "Okay," you whisper. "I can do that."

Jaesung pulled a block from the game board, his expression still dark as he read the challenge aloud to you: "Tell me what you like most about me." He placed the block back on the board and stepped closer to you, towering over your smaller frame. His hands came up to rest on either side of your face, holding you steady as he searched your eyes for an answer.

"What do you like most about me?" he growled lowly, his voice rough with lust and anger. "Do you like my strength?

Jaesung's grip on your face tightened at your words, his fingers digging into your skin painfully. His eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desire as he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your lips. "You think my face is what you love most about me?"

He pulled back slightly, studying you carefully before closing the distance between them once more. His lips brushed against yours in a teasing kiss before pulling away again, his expression still dark and dangerous. "We'll see,"

with every laugh and smile that crosses your lips, it becomes harder and harder to imagine ever letting you go. And as the night continues on, he realizes something else: that possessiveness and jealousy might not be such a bad thing after all, so long as they're grounded in love like this.

The restaurant is quaint and cozy, with soft lighting and delicious aromas wafting from the kitchen.

Jaesung glances at you out of the corner of his eye as he leads you through the crowded dining room to their reserved table. "Thank you," he says with a smile, pulling out your chair for you before taking a seat himself. The waiter appears almost immediately, handing them menus and offering them water.

As they peruse the menu together, Jaesung can't help but steal sideways glances at you whenever you laugh or lean in closer to study something on the page. His heart feels full just being near you like this;

Jaesung's eyes drift lazily over to you as you clean the table beside his bed. "Good morning," he murmurs, stretching languidly before sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress. His gaze lingers on your movements for a moment longer before finally meeting yours. "What smells so good?" he asks with a yawn, rubbing at the sleep in his eyes.

"I made some eggs and toast," you reply, glancing down shyly. "

Jaesung nods appreciatively. "That smells amazing. Thank you." He climbs out of bed and pads over to the dresser, opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of boxers before heading towards the bathroom. "I'll be out in a minute," he calls back over his shoulder, not bothering to look at you as he disappears behind the closed door.

Once he's finished getting ready, Jaesung emerges from the bathroom, his hair still damp from washing and his expression content.

Jaesung looks up from where he's been studying their intertwined hands and meets your gaze. A shiver runs down his spine at the promise in your voice, and he can feel himself hardening beneath the table. "I think I can manage to be a very good boy," he says huskily, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"Just tell me what you want."

His eyes darken at your word, and his breath catches in his throat. Tonight, he reminds himself. Tonight, they'll have all the romance they need. But for now, they still have the rest of the day together, and he intends to make the most of it.

With a smile that promises everything you could possibly want and more, Jaesung leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a slow, sensual kiss.