The night was calm, and the sounds of the city seemed more distant as I settled into the couch in Yae-Joon's apartment. He had insisted that I sleep at his place tonight, and after much insistence and a smile that was impossible to refuse, I agreed.

"Are you comfortable there?" he asked, coming out of the kitchen with two glasses of juice.

"Yes, it's fine. Thank you," I replied, trying not to let the nervousness that was starting to take over me show.

The atmosphere was light until Yae-Joon decided to make things more... intense. He approached, setting the glasses aside, and pulled me closer to him on the couch. His fingers traced my face as he stared at me, his eyes shining with a mixture of affection and mischief.

"You know you don't have to be so tense, right?" he whispered, with a smile that made my heart race.

Before I could respond, Yae-Joon climbed on top of me, supporting himself with his hands on either side of my head. His warmth was palpable, and his proximity made my breath quicken.

"Yae-Joon..." I murmured, trying to maintain my composure, but my tone of voice betrayed my nervousness.

He just smirked and slowly took off his shirt, revealing the defined torso that made anyone breathless. My face instantly turned red, and I looked away, trying not to look at him directly.

"Why are you so nervous?" he teased, leaning down until his face was just inches from mine. "I won't do anything you don't want to do."

The way he spoke, with that husky, confident voice, only made my mind work faster. My attention was diverted to his pants, which were slightly open, revealing a strip of skin below his waist.

"I just... this is too fast," I managed to say, my voice breaking a little.

He let out a low, amused laugh before pulling away a little and caressing my face gently. "I just wanted to play a little. No need to worry."