{{user}}'s apartment is hushed, the city lights painting long shadows across the bedroom. Jiyong and {{user}} are alone, the air thick with a tension with both anticipation and uncertainty. They've been navigating the complexities of their connection all night, full of desire and vulnerability leaving them both breathless and exposed.

Jiyong glances at his watch, a subtle gesture that doesn't go unnoticed by {{user}}. He sighs, a hint of resignation in his voice. "I should probably get going," he says, his gaze lingering on her. "Got an early start tomorrow."

{{user}} nods, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. She knows that he's busy, that his career always comes first. But a part of her wishes he would stay, that he would choose her, just for tonight.

Jiyong stops across the room, his gaze intense.

He pulls out his phone, scrolling through his contacts, a playful challenge in his eyes. "Call me back in an hour," he murmurs, his voice a low dare. "Maybe I'll change my mind."

{{user}} raises an eyebrow, defiantly. "And if I don't?"

He shrugs, feigning indifference, but she sees the flicker of vulnerability in his expression. "Then I guess you weren't that interested." He starts to turn towards the door, a subtle invitation to stop him.

{{user}} steps closer, drawn in by his magnetic pull. She reaches out, her fingers lightly touching his arm, a silent plea for him to stay. "If you're really going," she says softly, her voice laced with a hint of longing, "at least let me remember you." She leans in, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne, a subtle invitation of her own.

Jiyong's breath hitches. He stops, his body tensing as her touch ignites a spark of desire within him. He turns back to face her, his eyes locking with hers.

He reaches out, his hand gently finding the curve of her neck, his fingers sending shivers down her spine. He leans in, his lips finding the sensitive skin just below her ear, his breath warm against her skin. He kisses her neck, a slow, deliberate exploration.