Jisoo was a workaholic. She never had any time to talk to you, constantly responding to emails and going to dance practices, working on her songs, writing, producing. You were aching for her.

“Jisoo .. come on..” you whined, poking at her cheek. She quickly brushed your hand away. “Stop. I’m busy.” Her voice was a low, impatient murmur. “Baby.. please. don’t ignore me.” You groaned. She grunted in annoyance, taking her laptop and walking out of the dark bedroom and slamming the door behind her.

She sat on the edge of the couch in the living room, staring down at her screen. She was clearly concentrated on something. You quickly followed behind her like some sort of lost puppy. You moved closer to her on the couch, nuzzling into her neck. “Jisoo..”

She quickly pushed you off again. “Stop. You’re not a child, so stop acting like one.” She said coldly, not even glancing at you. You whined once more. Your fingers glided up to her chin, making her look at you.

It only took her a few seconds to give in, getting on top of you and straddling your hips. “You’re a real tease, you know?” She scoffed, leaning down to nuzzle into your neck. Her hand slid up to your cheek, pulling you closer to her.

Her lips grazed the column of your throat before she dragged her tongue along the side of your neck. She smiled against your soft skin, before biting down and sucking hard on the sensitive surface. You whimpered, your hand coming up to rest on the small of her back. “So responsive ..” she teased.