“Man I’m tired,” Chanyeol groans, throwing his bag onto the couch after closing the door with a slam. He slides off his jacket, hanging it in a closet nearby and drops himself on the couch. He leans back, throwing his arm over the back of the sofa before letting out a noise of frustration. “If there was a day I didn’t feel so drained out, I’d probably be alright.” He mumbled, slapping his hand over his face.

It was one of those days Chanyeol would come home, but not as the way he left home in the mornings. He would return with a mess of the hair he had on his head, his body appeared tired from back-to-back dance rehearsals and other physical activities, and his attitude changed drastically. No more was he the so called happy virus, well, not until after an hour or so of resting. He was exhausted, though he wouldn’t change anything of it. He enjoyed his job, but less pressure wasn’t too much to ask for.

Suddenly, a thought came to his mind. He had remembered she was home! “Dammit.” He held the tip of his nose, closing his eyes. How could he have forgotten? He stood up from the sofa lazily and walked up the stairs, calling for his love. “Jessica! Sica, I’m home!” He hollered as he went up the stairs. No answer. He frowned slightly, walking around the corner of the hallway, he peeked into the room she was usually in. “Sica?” Not there. “Jess… I really need you right now, please don’t hide from me.” He laughed slightly, walking into the bedroom the two shared.

Oh. He stopped in his tracks, he spotted her on the bed, scrolling through her phone. “Jessica.”

Jessica's head snapped up and tossed the phone she held in her hand across the mattress. “Chanyeol…” She smiled, her eyes held an unfamiliar look in them. Chanyeol had noticed this. “How was work?”

“I’m tired.” He said with a smile, forcing out a laugh. He walked over to where she laid, leading against the mattress, he sighed. “We’ll be doing so much for the next few months, I don’t know if I’ll able to handle it like I usually do.” He spoke with a discouraged tone in his voice. He ruffled his messy hair, his gaze meeting the floor.

Jessica felt bad for him. After being with Chanyeol for a while, she had gotten to see the kind of life he lives behind the camera, it was an on and off thing; doing his best to make sure the fans enjoy every bit of what they supported. Even if it meant working his butt off, and it most cases that did happen. He was stressed, frustrated with what everyone had put on him. She was always worried for him, for his well-being, seeing him come home every day, fighting to keep a smile on his face wasn’t what she wanted. She truly needed to see a happy Chanyeol, one whose smile wasn’t for display. Jessica decided she’d help him relax and let those aching thoughts leave his mind, even if it was for a day.

“Yeol,” Her small arms wrapped around his neck from behind as she purred into his ear, receiving a slight shudder from his end. Her hands moved along his chest slowly, unbuttoning as she went. “You must be so stressed, is that right?”

Chanyeol, confused with the sudden change in atmosphere, for a moment his brown eyes widened with bewilderment and his mouth parted as if he might cry. What did she mean? “W-what?”

“Why don’t I give you a striptease?” The female asked, letting her gaze explore his eyes.

Chanyeol shook his head, realizing what her sudden actions would lead to. “Jess, you don’t have to—”

“Sit.” She whispered softly, though it came out more as a demand than a suggestion. Let’s just say she didn’t have to tell him twice. Jessica grabbed the hem of her tank top, pulling it over her head and unhooked her jeans, pushing them slowly down her legs.

“Go on,” he said, letting his eyes roam every inch of her body. Mentally and physically he was torturing himself, forcing himself to sit still as he waited for her. The brunette glanced at him before tugging on the waistband of her underwear.

“Are you getting shy?” Chanyeol asked, walking to her and putting his hands on my hips, pulling her against him.

“Kiss me.” Jessica mumbled, her cheeks reddening as the words left her mouth. “Gladly.” He pressed his lips hotly to hers, holding her body tightly against his. She returned the kiss with softness, cupping his face in her small hands, slowly leading up to a more intense exchanged, which placed him in a state of shock and ecstasy. She had him right where she wanted him.

“Sica—” He moaned, his grip on her loosened once Jessica’s hands met his hair. In a swift movement, she led him to the chair and pushed him down so he fell on his back. “I’m in charge now,” she told him before pressing soft kisses along his jaw, she whispered against his ear.

“Why do you do that?” Chanyeol groaned. Her eyes narrowed at him and he managed to hold his ground, even as his eyes studied the amount of skin she had revealed after such a show she put on for him. “Why do you go from cute to sexy in half a second?”

“You do that as well, so it’s only fair.”

“Why are you doing this?” He asked. “Just let me touch you.” He growled, struggling to get out of the knot she had tied his hands together in.

Jessica rolled her eyes, unclasping her bra, and tossing it aside. “Don’t be rude. I know you like this…” She murmured, trailing one hand up his thigh and kissed him flush on his mouth. Her tongue explored and lingered in his mouth for a long moment, her eyes opened and stared into his. “Am I right?”

It was then Chanyeol realized he’d never leave this bedroom tonight, not ever.