Make Me Feel (Jongdae) Chapter 1: (Supernatural Series) Here comes Chen. ;D Hope you’re anticipating the later chapters! I have
not fun plans for his series in particular.
Bare limbs and soft breaths, waking up (and) having you make(s) me feel…
(♫) Inside this closed-off world that wouldn't even have a small crack, this is the place open only for you.
“Why are you asking me like that?” You ask your best friend, who just out-of-the-blue appeared at your doorstep and asked if you’d go roller-blading with her. She works at a diner near a college campus, and part of their uniform is roller blades. Since she’s gotten the job, she’s been dragging you out to practice with her.
You would have accepted straight away if she wasn’t acting strangely. She was fidgeting, avoiding your eye, and looking like she does when she’s hiding something from you.
“Because it won’t just be you and me.” She stammers, knowing you know something’s up. “There’s a guy coming.” Your eyes widen at her and she blushes, looking away again.
“Why don’t you just go with him? I’m sure it’ll be just as fun.” You encourage, but she shakes her head at you desperately.
“Can you be there until I get comfortable, please? It’s my first time hanging out with him..” You sigh helplessly, unable to turn her down.
“Does he know I’ll be there?” You ask her, walking back inside and taking out your blades from the shoe closet.
“Yeah, but I told him you’d leave halfway through because you had something to do.” You nod proudly, glad she thought ahead at least a little. “Thank you, _____, you’re the greatest!” She exclaims once you’re fully strapped, hugging you tightly.
“What else do you expect from me?” You joke, and she giggles. Once your door is locked and you’re steady on your wheels, you grin at her excitedly. “Want to race there?” You don’t give her time to answer and start rolling past her, even though you both know you’re the less experienced one here.
“Hey, not fair!” She laughs after you.
You make it to the Kirkland Reserve at the same time her date shows up. Introductions are made and you learn his name is Kyungsoo, and at first you thought he looked really stoic, but then he smiles adoringly at your friend when she spins in a circle and you realize it’s just a bad case of a resting bitch-face.
“We’re taking the bike trail, right?” He asks you both, and you applaud him for his attempt to keep you included, because even the dumbest person knows you’re the third wheel here.
“Yeah, let’s get started. I don’t have much time anyways.” You say casually, and your friend looks at you gratefully for staying with the plan. When Kyungsoo rolls ahead, you wink at her and give her a thumbs up in his direction, making her laugh bashfully.
It didn’t take long for her to loosen up, and pretty soon, Kyungsoo and her are starting to speed ahead of you, lost in their own rivalry of who can go faster. Finding this opportunity to be perfect, you allow them to stray far away from you, only slowing down when they’re out of your sight.
Suddenly, panic fills your veins because you remember that you’re still not that good at roller-blading, like your friend is, and you’ve had trouble with stopping since you started.
Trying to follow her advice to stay calm, you hold out your arms carefully for balance and breathe in slowly.
The bike trail was always nice to ride on with her, because it was smooth all the way through and the track was usually clear of trash or stray branches.
Not today, though, because the moment your wheel catches on a twig you freak out and flail, causing you to fall backwards and–
“Whoa there!” Someone exclaims by your ear when you fall into their arms. You don’t know what to do first: look at them or balance yourself, so when you try to do both at the same time, you slip again and they have to adjust you in their hold to steady you. “You should be more careful, Miss.”
Finally able to see who saved your hide, you’re taken aback by the stranger’s handsome features and warm stare that you nearly fall again, but for him this time.
“You’re right.” You barely say in time before the silence became awkward, and he smiles amusedly at you.
“I don’t mean to laugh, but I’ve never seen someone trip over a twig before. Not even the kids who come here.” He chuckles, and you flush at your own embarrassing scene.
“I don’t blade often.” You spout out the first excuse you can think of before you realize he must already know. “Do you come here a lot? You ask instead, wanting to turn the attention away from you.
"I work here.” He chuckles again, motioning towards his name tag and park uniform. You face palm, over with your constant cluelessness. You even saw him at the entrance of the park, where the three of you signed in for staying an hour.
“I’m sorry, I’m not usually this dense. I was just shocked that you’re so handsome and–” You stop yourself, realizing what you confessed and you decide it’s best if you just stay quiet.
He barks out a sudden laugh, and the sound of it curls around your heart and squeezes it affectionately. “You think I’m handsome?” He asks, looking genuinely surprised, and you can’t find it in yourself to be any more embarrassed.
“I’m not the first, am I?” You ask him, finding his smile contagious. Something about the way it curls at the end and the way his eyelashes are so pretty makes you stare at him shamelessly, to which he doesn’t seem to mind.
“No, you’re not. I’m just surprised as well.” When you arch an eyebrow in question, he adds, “I was lucky enough to catch such a beauty.” He grins when you turn red, managing to make you more embarrassed even though you thought it was impossible.
“Oh hush.” You tell him, flustered. The small action of you waving your hand makes you unsteady again though, and he grabs your arms to keep you standing upright.
“I think we should take these off for now.” He smiles helpfully, and you nod your head timidly.
“I think you’re right.” Gently, his hands move to yours, and he starts walking backwards to pull you with him.
“This way, there’s no more accidents, right?” He says, seeing your awkwardness. “I swear I’m not leading you on.” Your eyes widen at his playing, and you find yourself laughing when he does.
“Technically, you are leading me.” You point out, and he laughs again. He’s surprisingly good at walking backwards, to the point where you ask him if he’s practiced. You also realize that he must be built with joy, because he’s always laughing. You ask him about that, too.
“I just think there’s no point in treating someone like I don’t know them, you know?” He answers you thoughtfully. “It makes everyone more comfortable.” You nod your head, saying that it does, and he smiles knowingly at you.
When you finally reach the entrance again, he sits you down on the counter and unstraps your blades for you. “I can undress myself..” You mumble, to which he shoots you a suggestive look. “That’s not what I meant.” You say, overwhelmed at his constant joking, but another look in your direction and you find that this time he’s not.
“So you can’t undress yourself in the bedroom?” He chuckles lowly, making your skin tingle. Lightly, you kick his shoulder with your socked foot and he laughs.
“Stop flirting with me, Kim Jongdae.” You demand, reading his name tag for the first time.
“It was only a question.” He grins, feigning innocence. Once your blades are removed, he sets them down next to you and stands up. Even though you’re on the high counter, he’s still a little taller than you and you find yourself thinking he’s attractive again.
Control your raging hormones, _____, you’re not a teenager anymore. You berate yourself, but then Jongdae places a gentle hand on your knee, and you blush nonetheless, feeling like he can see right through you.
Through the corner of your eye, you see a light drizzle of rain start falling outside of the glass doors, and you have the heart to think of your friend.
“Is there an exit on the other side of the park?” You ask him, making him blink in surprise. During your worried thoughts, you missed the deep look he was giving you, contemplating something in his head, but now it’s gone.
“No, why?” He asks you, taking in your nervous expression.
“My friend and Kyungsoo are still out there, is all.” You manage to laugh, relaxing a little when you feel his thumb stroke your knee comfortingly. “They’ll get wet.”
“What?” Jongdae turns to look outside in shock, and when he sees that it’s raining, his hand moves off of you quickly, like he just realized something. You blink at him in disappointment, then wonder why you feel that way. It’s not like you even knew him.
“Well, I have to go before they come.” You say, jumping off of the counter and onto your socked feet. You realize you didn’t bring shoes and would either have to walk home or blade home, but after your accident with the twig, you don’t want to do the latter.
“You’re leaving?” He asks, looking torn about something. “Do you have an umbrella?”
“I’ll be fine.” You say, and coincidentally, the rain starts falling harder. “I don’t mind getting wet.” You change your answer, and he shakes his head disapprovingly.
“I can’t let you walk home in the rain.” He says stubbornly, a contrast to his easygoing nature before.
“Is that part of your job?” You ask jokingly. He smiles, but replies seriously.
“No, but I have morals.” He glances outside again, where the silhouettes of your friend and Kyungsoo appear in the distance. “Once they come inside, I’ll drive you all home.” He says, and you thank him gratefully, because the rain seems to fall down even more so.
They come running through the doors, and when Kyungsoo sees you’re still here, he gives you a confused look before you shrug and point at the rain. Your friend, though drenched, looks absolutely elated, and it takes a few warning from Jongdae before they both take off their blades to avoid slipping in the pools of water they were making.
You realize that Kyungsoo and Jongdae already know each other seemingly well when they start talking to one another, and you also realize that it’s reason why you three got into the reserve free of charge.
“Come on, let’s get you all home.” Jongdae says, taking out his giant umbrella and you all squeeze underneath it together. Because Kyungsoo and your friend are behind you and linking arms, you’re stuck being glued to Jongdae’s side, though you’re not complaining. He ushers you all to his car, and once everyone’s inside and Jongdae starts the car.
He drops Kyungsoo off first, since he lived closer, and Jongdae walked him and your best friend to his front door with his umbrella, bid them farewell, and came running back so you wouldn’t have to wait for a long time.
“Where are we headed?” He inquires when he starts the car up again. “Your place or mine?” He teases, and you blush as his flirty side appears again. The rain is still falling just as hard, even though you swore the weatherman said it would be sunny all day.
“Both. I go to mine and you go to yours.” You say back, crossing your arms and pursing your lips at him. He chuckles in surprise, his eyebrows lifting.
“Nice comeback.” He admits, nodding in admiration. “Buuut, not to sound creepy, I’m the one driving this car. So I can’t accept letting you get away from me that easily.” You gape at him in horror, but he gives you a sheepish smile and continues. “I like you, so I want to at least make plans to see you again.”
“Then my place it is.” You reply, shocking both him and yourself. When he reaches a cross section, you direct him down a road and he turns onto it. When you point to your house and pulls into your driveway, he looks at you hesitantly.
“Look, I don’t know how to say this,” He stammers, looking (for the first time) uncomfortable. “Maybe you didn’t understand me when I said your house or mine? I mean, I guess I should have clarified because–”
“You meant sex.” You state simply, and he looks at you with the same amount of shock you were feeling about yourself. “I know.” You say before you change your mind.
Heck, he was cute, and you liked him too, so what could go wrong? One night stands are a thing, aren’t they? And, if things go right, it’ll be more than a one night stand, but you won’t get your hopes up.
Before he can say anything (or notice the way your face goes beat red), you open the car door and walk out, not caring about the rain hitting your skin and soaking your clothes.
Jongdae seems to care though, and he immediately follows after you with his giant umbrella. It feels spacious now that four people aren’t cramped under it, but he still makes sure you’re close to his side as he walks you to the door.
“Did you choose your place because you’re brave, or because you’re lazy?” He asks when you unlock the door, and you shoot him an amused look at his question.
“Both?” You chuckle.
(Continued in Chapter 2… Make Me Feel)