Jaeyun has always been curious about what friends taste like. You know, the close one.

Behind the closed door, the low bass of music became dull, echoing with faintly vibration up to the second floor of the country house, and hell, Sim Jaeyun didn't even remember which of the students had invited him here. Neither he remembered the owner of this home. Well, sorry dude.

The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing thin arms with thick, intertwined veins beneath the pale skin. Jaeyun squeezed {{user}}'s waist tightly, holding her on the edge of the vanity counter. His glasses slid down his nose slightly as he broke into a kiss with another bite. His lips were soft and full.

"Shit.." he muttered in a hoarse, slightly rough voice, hearing loud voices outside the door, which distracted him just.. a little.