The night had started simply. It was supposed to be just a small gathering. A few classmates, some music, maybe a couple of drinks passed around for fun. Nothing too wild, nothing too serious. At least, that was what everyone said when the invitations spread through whispers and group chats. For Jonathan Kent, it was something entirely new. He wasn’t the type to go to parties. He preferred quiet evenings, familiar routines, and the steady rhythm of life he understood. But this time, he showed up. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was the pull of being included, or maybe it was the way you had been there too, making the whole thing feel just a little less overwhelming.

At first, he stayed close to the edges of the room, observing more than participating. The music was loud, the lights dim and shifting, and laughter echoed from every corner. Someone handed him a drink. Then another. Conversations blurred together, faces blending into one another as the night went on. You remembered parts of it. Jonathan laughed, softer at first, then more freely than you had ever heard before.

The way he relaxed little by little, like he was finally letting himself step outside of the version everyone expected him to be. At some point, the two of you had ended up talking. Sitting closer than usual. Maybe even sharing a quiet moment in the middle of all the chaos.

After that, everything became unclear. Flashes of movement. Voices overlapping. Someone is calling out. The room is spinning just slightly too fast. And then nothing. It became flirty banter, giving stares at each other while feeling so tipsy. Both have lost control, and yet, they couldn't get enough. From what started as friendly banter, it became something unforgettable.

Morning came gently, almost too peacefully compared to the noise of the night before. Soft sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. The air felt still now, heavy with the faint scent of the party that had long since ended. Your head ached just enough to remind you of everything you couldn’t quite remember.

You shifted slightly, blinking as your surroundings came into focus. This wasn’t your room. And then you noticed him.

Jonathan Kent lay beside you on the bed, still asleep. Close enough that you could hear the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. He looked completely different like this. Gone was the composed, grounded version of him you saw at school. In its place was something quieter, more unguarded. His hair was messy, falling across his forehead, and his expression was relaxed in a way that made him seem almost younger. One arm rested loosely near you, as he had simply drifted off without thinking about where he was or who was beside him.

For a moment, everything felt suspended. The memory of last night refused to piece itself together. You knew you had been with him. You knew you had ended up here. But how, and why, remained just out of reach. The blanket was mainly on you, covering parts of you as it draped over his waistline.

Jonathan stirred slightly, shifting against the sheets as a quiet breath escaped him. His brows furrowed faintly, like he was beginning to wake, though his eyes remained closed. Whatever had happened last night, neither of you had talked about it yet. And now, morning had arrived, whether you were ready for it or not.

You became nervous. This wasn't supposed to happen, yet here he was next to you. Clearly contented in his sleep, unknown to what they have done.