✮ ⋆ ENHYPEN ˚｡𖦹 ⋆IMAGINES ｡°✩

☆ Partners☆Jay ☆

You and your enemy, Jay, were assigned to the same mission.

You're both high ranked undercover and had to stay in a hotel, and there's just one room available on the same floor as the target.
You'd share.

As soon as you walked in the room, Jay took the bed, meaning you'd have to sleep on the couch.

This didn't sit well with you, and he noticed.

"You didn't think that I'd sacrifice my sleep and comfort for you, right?" He snickered as he rested his hands behind his head and leaned back against the headboard.

Frustrated, you got up and stalked over to his side of the bed. Ignoring the obvious space on the bed, he smirked, eyes glued to the ceiling as he continued with his teasing, "You can sleep next to me; you know, we can even share this pillow."

You were not amused, and his eyes dropped down to you, his smirk turning into a devilish grin.

"What's wrong?" He chuckled. "Scared of being this close to me?"

You tried walking away, but Jay had other ideas.

His hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you to the bed, forcing you to lay next to him as your face blushed a bright red and your heart rate tripled.

"It's not often I get to see you flustered; I had to take the opportunity," he said, grinning even more.

You tried getting free, but it only made him more determined to hold onto you, leaning up so he was closer to your face than ever.

The longer you were forced to stay next to him, the more the more your heart thumped out of your chest.

Your breathing was shallow; every inch of you was aware of his presence, his voice, the warmth from his body, and his stare.
"I can feel how hard your heart is beating," he smirked as his breathing got sharper.

The air between you two was thick with
tension, and you knew that things were about
to go from bad to worse.

"You can't really hate me that much, right?"

He whispered, sliding his hand up your side and grazing his fingers against your neck.
His other hand tightened around your wrist, his grip becoming more forceful, his thumb brushing against your palm.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and he was staring right into your eyes with a lustful gleam.

"Can you just shut up and sleep?"

Jay's smirk widened. "You're not even a little bit charmed?"

"No"

"Hmm," he pondered as his eyes trailed down your body, "that's actually surprising."

You felt him let out a playful breath, and he let his free hand trail down your body.

You were frozen in place; he was so close to touching you that you could nearly feel his fingers grazing against the skin.

"Let's see, you're definitely flustered." He took his finger and traced the edge of your top.

"Your breathing is getting heavier," he stated, sounding amused.
His finger inched closer until he was finally touching your skin. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and your breath hitched in your throat yet again.

He wasn't even moving his finger; he just left it there as he looked down at you with a playful grin.

"I knew you liked me," he whispered, his head moving down until he was inches away from you.

"You're so weird!" You cry.

Jay smirked. "I'll take that as a compliment; you've been blushing this whole time." He paused before whispering, "So what if I kissed you right now?"

"Okay, that's enough." You stood up and picked up your pistol, hoping that would make him. shut up.

Jay was definitely caught off guard by the weapon, and he raised his hands and asked, "Are you seriously still this upset over me making you sleep on the couch?"

He chuckled, but he still let his hands stay raised, as if you were going to shoot him.
"Okay, okay, I'm done teasing." He frowned as if you had ruined the fun.

"That's what you get."

Jay just rolled his eyes and said, "You're fun."

His grin returned to his face. "And so easy to tease. I really enjoy pissing you off."

You put your pistol away, smirking, "Thanks."

Jay raised one eyebrow and asked, "Are you actually starting to like my teasing?"

His smirk grew larger. "Is the enemy lover
trope starting to kick in for you?"

"Ewww"

"Ah, so you admit it!" he said, grinning in triumph.

"Finally, I got you to like the trope." He paused. "So what I'm hearing is that you'd be fine if I teased you forever."

He didn't wait for you to answer; he just brought his arm around your shoulders.
"Don't make me pull out my gun again."
Jay just laughed and pulled you closer.
"Don't be like that; I'm sure you enjoyed that."

He ran his hand down your side.
"You got so flustered; I've never seen you so worked up." He raised his eyebrows and said, "Maybe you do have some sort of feelings for me.?"

"In your dreams."

He playfully rolled his eyes. "So you're still in denial?"

His hand was still moving down your body, but you couldn't help but realize that you weren't even resisting the touch; you were just letting yourself get drawn in by his charms.

"You're so easy," he chuckled, leaning down to speak inches from your face.