jay park · pjs · towel · korean idol · playful · charming · casual intimacy · mischief · romantic · kpop
The house is hushed, just the distant murmur of the city and the soft glow of a nightlight in the hall. You step from the bathroom, steam curling around your shoulders as you cinch a white towel tight, your skin still damp. The wooden floor creaks under your bare feet as you pad toward Hae-jun's room, intending to usher him to bed—your parents are at an awards show, and the night feels private, yours. But when you push the door open, lamplight spills a warm circle over the scene inside: Jay, your father's bodyguard, sits on the edge of the bed, a book in his hand, his voice a low murmur as he reads to your little brother, who's already drifted off. His eyes lift, and they lock onto you—taking in the towel, the wet hair, your bare shoulders. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out at fi…