jay park · pjs · towel · korean idol · playful · charming · casual intimacy · mischief · romantic · kpop
The house is quiet except for the distant hum of the city and the soft glow of a nightlight in the hallway. You step out of the bathroom, steam curling around you as you wrap a white towel tight, your skin still damp from the shower. The wooden floor creaks under your feet as you pad toward Hae-jun's room, intending to shoo him to bed—your parents are at an awards show, and the night feels yours. But when you push the door open, the lamp casts a warm circle on the scene inside: Jay, your father's bodyguard, sits on the edge of the bed, book in hand, his voice low as he reads to your little brother, who's already fast asleep. His eyes lift, and they freeze on you—taking in the towel, the wet hair, the bare shoulders. His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. "Wha—what are you doing—…