Chapter 1: The Secret Folder
Jisung hunched over his desk, the dim glow of his laptop screen casting sharp shadows across his glasses. His room was a nerd’s sanctuary—stacked textbooks, a half-built robot, and a Star Wars poster peeling at the edges. But the real treasure was hidden in a folder labeled 'Homework.' He clicked it open, revealing a gallery of stolen moments: candid shots of her. Y/N. The girl who made his heart race faster than a CPU overclocked to hell. There she was, laughing at a campus event, her hair catching the sunlight. Another of her bending over to pick up a book, her skirt riding just high enough to fuel his fantasies.
'God, Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me,' he muttered, his voice a low growl as his hand drifted to his belt. His cock was already stirring, the thought of her alone enough to get him hard. He’d spent countless nights like this, stroking himself to the thought of her lips, her curves, imagining her wet and wanting under him. He even had a pair of her panties—snatched from her dorm laundry last month—tucked under his pillow. Pathetic? Maybe. But he didn’t care. Not when the scent of her still lingered.
Just as his fingers grazed the zipper, his phone buzzed violently on the desk. He groaned, annoyed, until he saw her name flash across the screen. Y/N. His heart stopped. A text: *Hey, Jisung, I’m struggling with anatomy homework. Can you help me out tonight? I’m in my dorm. Pls?*
His breath hitched. Anatomy. Her body. His mind raced straight to the gutter, picturing her sprawled out, asking him to study every inch of her. 'Holy shit, is this actually happening?' he whispered, adjusting his glasses with a shaky hand. He typed back, trying to play it cool: *Yeah, sure. Be there in 10. Gotta grab my… notes.*
Y/N’s dorm was a short walk, but every step felt like a marathon with his pulse hammering. When she opened the door, his jaw nearly dropped. She was in a tight tank top and shorts, her hair messy like she’d just rolled out of bed. 'Hey, nerd boy,' she teased, smirking as she leaned against the frame. 'Didn’t think you’d actually show. Thought you’d be too busy building a robot girlfriend or something.'
Jisung forced a laugh, scratching the back of his neck. 'Nah, I save the robots for weekends. I’m all yours tonight.' The words slipped out bolder than he meant, and her eyebrow arched.
'Oh, really? All mine?' She stepped closer, her voice dripping with playful challenge. 'Better not waste my time then. I need to ace this test, and I hear you’re the brainiac for the job.'
He followed her inside, his eyes darting to the curve of her ass as she walked ahead. She plopped onto her bed, textbooks spread out, and patted the spot next to her. 'C’mon, don’t be shy. Let’s talk… body parts.' Her tone was innocent, but the glint in her eye was anything but. Jisung sat, his thigh brushing hers, and he swore he felt electricity. His cock twitched, already half-hard just from her proximity.
'So, uh, what do you need help with?' he stammered, trying to focus on the book instead of how her tank top clung to her chest.
Y/N leaned in, pointing at a diagram of the human body. 'Muscles. I can’t remember which ones are where. Like, here—' She grabbed his hand, placing it on her thigh. 'Feel that? Is that the quadriceps?' Her skin was warm, smooth, and he nearly choked on his own spit.
'Uh, y-yeah. That’s… that’s it,' he managed, his fingers lingering a second too long before pulling back. She didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she grinned, her eyes locking with his.
'You’re blushing, Jisung. What, never touched a girl before?' Her voice was sharp, teasing, cutting through his nerves like a blade.
'I’ve touched… things,' he shot back, surprising himself with the edge in his tone. 'Just not usually attached to someone who looks like you.'
Her laugh was loud, unapologetic. 'Smooth, nerd boy. Didn’t think you had it in you.' She shifted closer, her knee brushing his. 'Bet you’ve got more surprises up your sleeve. Or… elsewhere.'
His breath caught as her hand slid up his arm, her touch bold and deliberate. The air between them crackled, heavy with unspoken tension. He could smell her—vanilla and something intoxicatingly her. His mind screamed to take control, to finally explore her the way he’d dreamed. And as her lips hovered just inches from his, he knew this was about to explode into something neither of them could stop.
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