Glass Hearts [BL]

His tongue slid against mine, stealing every thought straight out of my head.

I clawed at his shoulders, then lower, gripping his back just to anchor myself, because the room was spinning.

Why am I letting this happen again?

"Fuck..." I whispered against his lips. "Why do you... feel so good?"

He smirked, kissing me harder, biting, making me gasp.

His hand moved slowly, down my stomach, slipping past the hem of my pajama pants. My whole body froze.

He stopped, staring into my eyes. "Do you want me to?"

My head was nodding before my brain caught up.

He tilted his head. "Say it, Juney."

"Yes," I whispered, so soft I barely recognized my own voice.

His eyes darkened instantly. "Good girl."

That was all he needed.

His hand slipped under the waistband, and I gasped against his lips, clutching his shoulders.

"Fuck," he growled, his fingers started moving in slowly. "You’re already so wet. For me?"

I whimpered before I could stop myself, pressing closer.

"Ian..." I moaned his name, begging him.

He growled low, kissing down my jaw, my neck, sucking just hard enough to leave me really horny, as his fingers slid in deeper.

I moaned into his mouth, desperate, as he bit my lip.

I clutched him tighter, dizzy, whispering, "Don’t stop."

He pulled back just enough to smirk. "I wasn’t planning to."

My thighs clenched around him on instinct, and he groaned into my neck, biting lightly.

"Juney..." he rasped, "you’re gonna make me lose it."

I was spiraling....moaning, trembling, clutching at him as he added another finger and kept going faster.

My back arched, my lips parted, my whole body kept shaking.

"Holy shit, you’re tight," he hissed, kissing me hard to swallow my noises. "Is this your first time?"

I nodded against his lips, too lost to speak.

He slowed down immediately, kissing my forehead, my cheeks. "I’ll be gentle. You’re too precious to hurt."

And then he picked up pace, just enough to make me lose my mind. I moaned into his ear, clutching his hair, as he groaned right back, like every sound from me was undoing him.

By the time he pulled his fingers out, I was wrecked. I kept panting, shaking. I couldn’t feel my legs.

His hair was messy, his lips were red, his chest kept heaving.

And yeah, his shorts were doing a terrible job hiding how hard he was.

He smirked, licking his fingers slowly. "Fuck... you taste like strawberries."

I was so shy to even look at him.

My face was on fire, my whole body was still trembling.

And then, like he hadn’t just ruined my entire existence, he pulled the blanket over me, stroked my hair, and whispered, "Get some rest, babygirl. Tomorrow’s a long day."

He left, his dickprint was still very visible in those shorts, and I just lay there, staring at the ceiling like..

"What the fuck."

I groaned into my pillow. "I’m so screwed. I think I actually have feelings for Ian."

I pressed both hands to my face, groaning. "Holy shit. He literally had his fingers inside me. His fingers were inside. And I didn’t stop him. Not even once."

My stomach flipped just remembering it.

His mouth on mine, his voice in my ear, his stupid cocky smirk right after it went on.

God. He was so hot.

And I wanted more.

I sat up, hugging the pillow tight, like squeezing it might wring out all the guilt in me.

Because yeah... it felt incredible. Better than anything. But also? Wrong

. Was I really falling for Ian Han? The same menace who drove me crazy daily? The guy with a whole track record of sneaky links? The guy his own sister literally warned me about?

My throat tightened. Yuri’s voice replayed in my head: "Stay away from my stupid brother. He brings different girls over and you’re going to get hurt."

And she wasn’t wrong. Ian could ruin me without even trying.

But then I remembered his voice from earlier: "You’re too precious to hurt."

Fuck. Why did that sound so sweet?

Why did he have to be like this? Annoying, toxic, flirty, seductive one second...then sweet, protective, making sure I eat dinner the next?

I buried my face in the pillow and screamed.

This was bad. This was so, so bad.

My chest wasn’t just fluttering from lust. It wasn’t just my body reacting to his touch.

It was more.

I actually liked him.

It scared the hell out of me more than anything.

The knock came soft this time.

"Juney?"

I jumped out of the bed. My hair was still a mess, my cheeks were still hot, even my thighs were still weak from earlier.

The door opened , and there he was, holding a tray like some perfect boyfriend.

Pasta, garlic bread, little side dishes, even glass of strawberry juice.

"Room service," he smirked, balancing the tray with one hand. "Dinner for one beautiful, very red-faced girl."

God. He was so unfair. Walking temptation in sweatpants and damp hair, veins still flexing in his forearms from carrying the tray.

"Uh... thanks," I said, sitting up and yanking the duvet higher like it could hide what just went down between us. "You actually... brought this up?

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"Of course." He set the tray on the nightstand and sat right on the edge of the bed, way too close. "I said you don’t have to come downstairs. I take care of what’s mine."

My breath hitched. What’s mine.

"Eat before it gets cold." He picked up the fork like he was ready to feed me."How are you feeling now?"

I snatched it from him fast. "I can eat by myself, thanks."

He chuckled. "You’re cute when you’re defensive."

I ignored him, focusing on the food. It was so awkward the way he just watched me.

Can he just let me eat without him staring at me like that?

When I finally pushed the tray away, he stood, took it back to the dresser, and turned off the lamp so the room went dim.

"You should sleep," he said. "You’ll feel better i the morning."

I nodded. But my body refused to relax with him still hovering.

He crouched in front of me again, close enough that I could see the tiny droplets still clinging to his jawline. My chest tightened.

"Goodnight, Juney." His hand slid into my hair. "Sleep well, yeah?"

All I could do was nod.

Then he kissed my forehead.

My entire body melted.

And just like that, he gave me one last smile, and walked out.

The second the door clicked shut, I collapsed into the pillows, clutching the duvet.

I might actually be in love with Ian Han.

And that terrified me more than anything.

Because tomorrow, I wasn’t going to see this version of him....the cocky smirk, the stupid forehead kisses.

Tomorrow, I was going to see him break.

I was going to see the grief he tried to laugh through, the one that kept his eyes red and teary from earlier.

I uwas going to watch him stand over a coffin and say goodbye to his best friend.

The thought made my chest cave in.

Tears stung my eyes before I even realized it.

Because yeah, tonight he kissed my forehead and called me his. But tomorrow, he’d be nothing but broken. And all I could do was be there.