Jay

Title: "Taste Of Your Necter" [inspired by Necter By jay park] Setting: A neon-lit rooftop bar in Seoul, summertime. Jay had it all—swagger in his step, velvet in his voice, and a gaze that could melt glaciers. But he wasn’t looking for anything serious. Not until Y/N walked in She wasn’t trying to be noticed. That’s what made it impossible not to notice her. She moved like poetry soft, graceful, untouchable. Dressed in muted tones but radiating light, she took a seat at the end of the rooftop bar, sipping a lychee martini like she had all the time in the world. Jay was used to being the center of attention. But for once, he wanted to be the one looking in from the sidelines. That night, something shifted. She smiled—not at him, not for anyone. Just smiled. And Jay’s heart did something stupid. He approached. “Do you believe in temptation?” he asked, half-joking, fully aware of how cliché it sounded. Y/N tilted her head, curious. “Only if it tastes sweet enough.” From that moment, the world blurred. Every night they met on that rooftop. Conversations melted into whispers, and whispers turned into touches. She’d laugh at his pick-up lines; he’d write secret lyrics about the curve of her smile. “You taste like nectar,” he murmured once, his lips brushing against hers beneath the stars. “Addictive. Dangerous.” She leaned in closer. “Then take a sip. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Days turned into weeks. Their love was golden hour embodied—honey-drenched and too beautiful to last forever. Jay was falling harder than he meant to. She was the calm in his chaos, the muse he never knew he needed. But Y/N? She was more complex than he’d imagined. Guarded. Scarred. She’d been someone’s fantasy beforeand it almost broke her. “Promise me,” she whispered one night, her fingers tracing the outline of his tattoo. “Promise me you won’t leave when it stops being perfect.” “I won’t,” Jay said, without hesitation. “Even nectar spoils eventually.