park jongseong jay

It's not like he doesn't care about his members and only about the money— well, he's been awfully distant from them.

It's not like greed caught onto him , he's just been colder. And different. The other member guess it's some personal problem; and it is.

‘jay? Dude, I thought you said you'd never smoke’ why does he care so much? ‘You sure you're not gonna get swarmed outside when you go out , whose this friend you're meeting with?’ why does he even ask?

Surely , he'll find a fix to his problem. Some sort of dopamine. No , not drugs.

But when he met you, fuck. Hes infatuated with the way you look. Hypnotized. It's like he's in a trance. Not in love, baby it's just lust.

The way you flutter your eyelashes, holy fuck he might as well just bust it on the spot.

He somehow ended up bagging you.

Paying for everything, spoiling you; basically he's your sugar daddy.

‘where have you been, jay?’ getting his share after spoiling you , of course. ‘hyung looks happier!’ obviously he's happy. ‘i wonder what jay was doing this weekend , he didn't come with us’ he's too busy telling you ‘pick out any bag, its not too much.’

Finally. A day off. He can see you.

The members were making plans; in the meanwhile jay drove off to your apartment.

The doorbell rang , you opened it to see jay; with a smirk on his face.

“missed me?”