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lucyandthepen · 3 months

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last young renegade | jjh

summary: your valentine’s day plans with jaehyun may have gone down the drain just a little. (okay — a lot.)

pairing: jaehyun x reader verse: canon, idol!verse rating: t warnings&tags: reader & jaehyun are in an established relationship, quite frankly there is nothing too out of the ordinary in this fic which is a shocker, it’s a rewritten fic so pls excuse any errors I may not have caught! word count: 5.02k

a/n: happy 2024 friends and family !!!!!! and advanced happy birthday to the man who created valentine’s day, he who is perhaps my first love in nct, jaehyun! this is actually just a fic I’ve been hoping to re-write a bit from before, and since it’s valentine’s themed, what better time to post it!! Enjoy enjoy, and may this year bring more fun, laughs, love (and debauchery) to this blog!

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♡ jaehyunnie ♡ I know I said birthday dinner but practice is running so late ㅠㅠ ♡ jaehyunnie ♡ Can we meet after? I’m sorry ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ How about I call you when we’re done? Maybe 11:30?

At times like this, you often wonder if it’s all worth it.

You know thinking that way is counterproductive, not to mention a little unfair. You knew exactly what to expect, getting into an under-wraps relationship with an idol, and so far, it’s lived up to most of your assumptions, and then some. It doesn’t help that Jaehyun, even just by name, tends to attract an unbelievable amount of attention. You know you can’t blame him; it’s not like he wants to be high on the radar every time, either. For some reason, though, you seem to be looking for something or someone to blame, which you also know is a dead end. You have no one to pin the blame onto apart from yourself by frequently generating doubts that keep your mind running around in circles.

It’s not even the sneaking around that gets tiring; it’s the waiting — waiting on calls, waiting on free time, waiting on a good opportunity to do something that doesn’t involve him suddenly getting pulled out to attend to one of many of his celebrity responsibilities. Over the last few years that you’ve dated, NCT has only ever gotten more popular; with that popularity came the fact that the public eye was trained on them, focusing on every microscopic detail of their lives. Jaehyun hates that more than anything, which is why he’s given up on trying to avoid it by practically escaping it altogether, locking himself up in the dorm with you when he has his precious few days off.

While it’s true that you definitely don’t miss having to play espionage when going out for a cup of coffee with him, you’ve also managed to memorize every single inch of Jaehyun’s room, which isn’t good for your mentality, you’re pretty sure. You have to keep reminding him to open the window whenever the both of you are in there, because all you do is stay in and watch English movies without subtitles to see who can understand the most without asking questions (obviously, he always wins) while eating food he runs up and down the stairs to get every other hour. And while him trying to imitate the British accents on these shows is genuinely funny, you’re starting to suspect even he’s starting to get tired of watching Harry Potter over and over again. Twenty hours sounds like a long time unless you spend every twenty-hour period you have together marathoning the exact same films. Much to both of your disappointment, your suggestion to watch it totally out of order did not make it cooler.

Still, you suppose it’s not all bad. Jaehyun also taught you how to play Fortnite on a couple of his days off back to back, and while you hadn’t been as good a player as you both had hoped, he’d still patiently waited for you every time you got lost on the map. He’d even given you his account’s password with the sentiment that this was him ‘taking things to the next level with you,’ and you get to log into his account and play whenever you want; he doesn’t even get mad when you’ve wasted all the stuff he’s farmed on your subpar gaming skills. And, well, the bigger picture was that you loved him. Based on how much effort he put into the relationship, plus the bonus of his trust in you when it came to his Fortnite account, you could at least be confident in that he returned the sentiment.

Except, sometimes, you still wonder if it would be easier for the both of you if he flew solo and didn’t have a girlfriend that tanked all of his player’s ammo and health kits and generally made a fool out of his cute little avatar while he was out breaking his back onstage.

You aren’t sure if Jaehyun’s been noticing the turmoil in you; you’re not that good at hiding how you feel, anyway, but if he has, he hasn’t said anything thus far. You do observe how much more he texts you when he has free time, which makes you feel doubly bad, because you know that he’s spending precious minutes he could be resting with on talking to you instead, which isn’t the best trade-off for someone who’s constantly busy — and thereby constantly tired — like him.

♡ jaehyunnie♡ ___________ I’m going to practice again, okay? Wait for my call ㅠㅠ You I’ll wait for your call ♡ ♡ jaehyunnie♡ I love you ㅠㅠㅠㅠ ♡ jaehyunnie♡ You love me too — a lot, right? I’ll keep my phone now, but I’ll make sure to check that you said so. ㅋㅋㅋ You Right! ㅎ I love you a lot! ♡

When the clock hits 12:01, and your phone is silent, your mind starts working on overtime again. It’s only when the special ringtone you’ve set for him comes to life at half-past midnight that you break your train of thought and put on your socks so you can meet Jaehyun at your front door.

You’ve made a rule — sort of like a deal — between the two of you that apologies aren’t necessary when work holds you up. You’ve cashed in on that deal a couple of times, but you’re both aware that it’s more for Jaehyun’s sake than anything else, and he keeps to his word on that much when you open the door and duck into his car. All he does is smile at you, and you smile back, and for the rest of the car ride, everything seems okay.

He always asks you about your day — unfailingly, at any chance he can. It’s never an off-handed question, either; Jaehyun takes great pride in his memory, and the sweetest thing about him is that he’s dedicated a good deal of it to knowing almost everything about you. Right now is no different. He asks you about your team manager, what you had for lunch; he grills you on if you took your vitamins today and if you got to break in the new shoes you bought online — the ones you’d been pining over for the last three months. He even asks you about the guy from the neighboring department who keeps asking you out for after-work drinks.

“He wanted to go to Hongdae tonight,” you tell him as he slows for a red light. “There’s some new pub of his friend’s doing a soft opening there tonight.”

“You could have gone.” He keeps his eyes on the road. “I wouldn’t have minded.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“Good.” He glances at you, a grin slowly spreading on his lips. “Because I lied. I might have minded a little. Or, you know, a lot.”

“Don’t tell me after all these years, you’ve turned into the kind of boyfriend that doesn’t let his girlfriend go out without him.”

“That’s impossible for me, and you know that,” he chuckles. “You can do whatever you want, whenever you want. Just not with that guy from the other department.”

“Don’t worry.” You tinker with the little charm dangling on your phone — half of a flat, metal heart dangling from a gold chain that Jaehyun had given you two years back on your birthday. He keeps the other half, but since he can’t freely attach it to any of his belongings, he keeps it wedged between the back of his phone and its case. You like watching him change the backing because he does it so carefully, like he’s worried the other half of the heart is going to break if he rips off the case willy nilly. “I told him my boyfriend and I were going out on a date tonight, so he backed off. Although he did wonder why I keep talking about a boyfriend he’s never seen.”

“And? What did you say?”

“I said it was none of his damn business.”

Jaehyun laughs loudly, and you go along with him, but you don’t miss how tired he looks when he sobers down, the green light illuminating all the shadows on his face as he steps on the gas again.

Nothing good is open this late at night — that is, nothing you haven’t seen before. You hadn’t even expected to go out at all, but since it was the day before Valentine’s Day as well as his birthday (or it would have been, if you hadn’t waited until midnight), Jaehyun had wanted to do something special without having to run into a huge crowd of couples on the day itself. Your only option is this from-out-of-town carnival that’s set up in tents and even has a medium-sized ferris wheel by the edge of the metal barricade. The parking lot is practically empty when Jaehyun pulls into a slot; you joke that he should break one rule and park in two slots, which he smugly replies to by saying he couldn’t park badly even if he tried.

He tucks your hair back behind your ears as he loops the strings of a face mask around them, using another one for himself. Between that and the brim of his cap, you can barely see his eyes. The only knowledge that you have that you’re walking next to the man you love is that he takes your hand in his, slender fingers finding their way between yours.

The carnival is half-closed when you get to the middle of it; there are still a few stragglers, but half the kiosks have their lights off already. There’s a woman dressed in flashy clothes standing on a patch of dead grass a few feet away, and she’s holding a hoop that a ginger cat is jumping through. Jaehyun steers you to them, and you stand there for a good five minute watching the cat roll on the ground and stand on its hind legs, but you can tell it’s been going it at for most of the day because at one point, it just ignores the lady, opting to weave its way between Jaehyun’s and your legs instead. You do have a pretty good time when he picks it up and cradles it in his arms so you can pet it for a second, but it just hisses when its owner approaches and jumps out of his hold, disappearing behind a row of trash bins.

Jaehyun doesn’t have anything in his wallet apart from his credit cards and 50,000 won, and the coin machine operator says he only has enough coins left to break down 5,000 won for the games, so you end up having to jog back to his car so you can fish out some coins from inside his glove compartment. You come up with a grand total of 1,500 won, and you have to sheepishly go back to the coin machine operator to change four 100 coins and a couple of 50s just to get the last 500. Jaehyun tells you to hold onto the three coins so he doesn’t run off with them entirely and leave you destitute.

You learn you can only do three things at most — you dedicate 500 won for the Ferris wheel entry tickets, which leaves you with 500 won each. The both of you agree on choosing one kiosk to play in, and with only about five left that are open, you don’t really have that many options. You end up dragging Jaehyun over to a stall with a pond filled with those magnetic toy fish, but 500 won only gets you one fishing rod. Since it’s your choice, Jaehyun lets you play, but you feel kind of stupid doing it on your own with him just watching you. In the end, he decides to stand behind you, his arms around your waist like he thinks closer contact isn’t even more distracting. You do manage to fish out 10 fish and win a small bear on a keychain. It doesn’t even pass through your hands as Jaehyun takes it from the stall operator immediately.

“That’s mine!” You whine, reaching out in vain to take it from him; he just holds it high over his head. His eyes are twinkling under the shadow his cap casts over his face. “I worked hard for that.”

“Let me keep this one,” he mimics the pleading lilt in your voice. “I’ll put it on my bag.”

“You know you can’t! Give it back.”

“I’ll win you a bigger one,” he promises. “Let me keep this one. It’s cute. It reminds me of you. I’ll kiss it goodnight before I sleep.” He starts to laugh softly. “And then you’ll feel this weird spirit kissing you at like two in the morning, and you’ll know it’s me.”

Your arms aren’t long enough to retrieve it, and you don’t really want to, so you settle with twisting his ear. He takes it in stride even if he over-acts, making pained noises while leading you to the kiosk he wants to go to. It’s a shooting range stall, and he pays his own precious 500 won for a dart gun. He’s barely paying attention when the guy starts explaining how many points are assigned to each balloon color, more concerned with talking to the bear keychain in his hand and pretending like he’s cooing at you. You have to hit him across the shoulder to get him to focus.

“You need to start picking out what prize you want,” he tells you — the actual you, not the animal keychain version — as he lifts the dart gun.

“I’ll wait for you to finish first.”

“No way.” He tilts his head, closing one eye to steady his line of sight. “Pick already. Or just go for the biggest one.”

“You know that Fortnite and dart guns aren’t the same thing, right?”

“Yeah, but I’m well-motivated.” He grins at you, one eye still shut. He looks like a baby pirate. “Go ahead. Pick the biggest one.”

“Why don’t you just shoot, and we’ll see.”

“Pick it,” he insists. “Tell me you have faith in me. Tell me you love me.”

“Okay, I love you,” you agree. “But I have no faith in you when it comes to this.”

“One out of two is fine,” he concedes, taking aim.

All three of you, including the stall operator, let out a disappointed groan when he misses his first shot. His comes with a sheepish laugh as he reloads, suddenly telling you to pick the second biggest prize instead. You can’t even watch him miss over and over, so you pretend to be interested in a bunch of teenage boys playing a game of cups one stall over, trying not to giggle when you hear him get increasingly more frustrated at himself. When you turn back around, you notice he’s holding two small pieces of gummy candy, offering one to you like a kindergartener. He helps you tug your face mask down so you can eat it.

There’s a food stall nearby that, thankfully, accepts credit and debit; Jaehyun fishes out his card to get you a corndog — only one because he’s watching his weight for the upcoming concert, apparently. This is information you hate hearing but have no say in, and he knows this; you know he does because he says ‘don’t worry about me’ totally out of the blue, like five minutes after the conversation ceases to be relevant.

His phone starts ringing when the food comes out, and he takes a tiny bite of it — more bread than hotdog — before he answers. You know it’s Taeyong by the way he answers.

“Hyung, sorry — can we talk later? I’m out with ____________.”

Taeyong says something loud but indiscernible on the other end. You piece together that it’s about tomorrow’s schedule when Jaehyun speaks again.

“I know. I’ll be home in a bit; don’t worry about it. I haven’t forgotten.”

There’s more garbled speech on the other line; Jaehyun gestures for you to keep eating, and you do, but you more concerned with the morphing expressions on his face than you are with the act of chewing. He’s making noncommittal noises in response to what seem to be commands and reminders. You’re pretty much done with the corndog by the time he says ‘Okay, hyung. Hyung — I’ll see you later, okay?’

“Taeyong hyung says hi,” he tells you once he’s hung up the phone. “He says you still need to give back that book you borrowed from him last year.”

“Oh yeah,” you finish off the last of the food. “I’ll drop it off within the week.”

“Don’t worry about it. He doesn’t actually mean it.”

Jaehyun watches you snap the stick in half and toss it in the trash bag.

“We can go home,” you say finally. His eyebrows shoot up. “You’re busy tomorrow. I forgot.”

“I didn’t forget, and it’s fine.”

“It’s almost two in the morning.” You check your phone to verify. “You probably have to be up in a few hours. You need to sleep, or you’ll die, Jaehyun. I’m too young to be a grieving widow.”

“Let’s at least ride the Ferris wheel,” he suggests. Before you can protest, he tugs you towards the rickety contraption, digging the 500 won out of your pocket and handing it to the bemused operator. He lets you choose what carriage you want because literally no one is on it anymore, and Jaehyun asks for the best carriage. You’re not sure how it differs from the rest, but he makes a show out of guiding you into it, and you don’t miss the corny ‘my lady,’ he mutters under his breath.

It’s small, clearly meant for either a tiny group of children or couples who want to be as close together as possible. It’s also not air-conditioned, and only one of the windows is open, so you end up sticking to Jaehyun’s arm on the way up. The view is still great, though, and you feel his hand settle on your knee as the carriage makes it slow ascent.

The ride up is quiet, and you press your face as close to the glass of the carriage as you dare, but Jaehyun doesn’t move an inch. His hand is still heavy on your thigh, but it doesn’t do anything but lay there. When you’re close to the top, you’re hit with the urge to do something romantic — kiss, maybe, tell him happy birthday, or say ‘I love you’ to him in the most sickening way possible — but when you turn to look at him, you have to hold your tongue.

Jaehyun is asleep, leaning against the corner of the carriage, head tilted down a little. His shoulders are rising and falling slowly, and he’s pulled down his face mask a little so he can breathe better; his lips are slightly parted by the slackening of his jaw. His left hand is shoved in his pocket, like he’d passed out halfway through reaching for something in there.

He doesn’t wake even when you move slightly so you can lean back next to him, rocking the carriage a little — not even when you reach up and adjust his head so he can rest on your shoulder. He breathes deeply, evenly, and you wonder if his ear against your shoulder allows him to hear your heart plummet unfairly to the bottom of your stomach.

You have to shake him to rouse him when the ride comes to an end; when he opens his eyes and realizes what happened, he looks mortified. Instinctively, he opens his mouth, but you fling the carriage door open and step out before he can apologize.

You have a deal, and he knows what he shouldn’t be doing.

His grip on your hand is much tighter as you walk back to the parking lot, and he doesn’t let go, even on the road. The trip back is quieter, maybe because it’s late, or maybe because there are a ton of things the both of you want to say but can’t.

He slows down when he gets to your street, but when he stops in front of your building, he doesn’t immediately unlock the doors to let you out. Instead, he turns to you, licking his lips a little nervously.

“Can you…” he clears his throat because his voice cracks a little on the first attempt. “Can you come back with me? To the dorm?”

“I have work tomorrow, Jaehyun.”

“It’s still at eleven, isn’t it? I can bring you home before that. You still have some stuff in my room. You can get ready there.”

“Won’t you be too busy?”

“Just—” he sighs softly. “Can you? Please?”

You don’t know how to say no to Jaehyun, and tonight isn’t a night you’re willing to try. It’s why fifteen minutes later, you’re walking through the front door of his dorm. Donghyuck, sitting at his computer in his room with the door ajar, greets you sleepily as you pass by.

Jaehyun steps in the shower with you; you don’t talk, maybe because you’re worried you might wake the others up if you start a full-blown conversation in a bathroom surrounded by other bedrooms. He just passes you what you need, and you do the same for him, and somewhere in between, he kisses you under the spray of the water.

Later, he falls asleep with a face mask on, and you have to peel it off for him and toss it into the trash. The tip of his nose is shiny, and you want to kiss it, but you know it’ll wake him, and you noticed he’d set his alarm to go off two hours from now. He’s set out a couple of earplugs for you so that you don’t hear it, but you don’t put them in. You want to see him before he leaves, even if it’s in the deadest hours of morning, so you just crawl into bed with him. A minute before you doze off, you feel his damp skin press against your neck, his form curled up against your back.

The alarm never wakes you; the sun is out when you open your eyes, and when you check your phone, you see that it’s already half-past nine. You also notice that there’s nothing from Jaehyun on your screen, but you try not to dwell on that, considering that you’d been expecting to wake up to an empty bed. His side of the mattress is cold, which means that he’s been gone for some time.

You don’t know if it’s just because you’re groggy, but your insides still feel like lead when you sit up. The part of you that nags about this relationship is back at full force when you start thinking about Jaehyun going to a pre-recording two hours after spending the last of his energy on you. You start wondering if you’re doing the right thing if it feels like you’re just dragging him down. Your heart clenches tightly when the worst thought hits — maybe, just maybe, he’s tired of you, too.

But you won’t let him go. More to the point — you can’t. He’s the best part of your life; it’d be a cold day in hell if you decided to leave him.

Even the thought of it makes you feel like dying.

Then again, this isn’t all up to you.

You’re rubbing the sleep out of your eyes — and maybe a couple of frustrated tears — when the door creaks open. You see two mugs and his hands before you see the rest of him come through the doorway. Jaehyun whispers a careful good morning as he sets the coffee down on his table, making sure to push his keyboard away to avoid accidents, before sitting down next to you. You notice that there’s an envelope next to one of the mugs; the flap is slightly open, and from under it, a flash of red peeks out.

His hand finds its way back to your knee — it’s his favorite resting place, he’s told you once. Your lap feels like home, he’d joked. Maybe he touches it every so often because it’s like a reset button for him.

He doesn’t ask if you slept well, or if you want to get ready before having your coffee, or if you’re okay. He just squeezes your knee a little tighter. It’s you that has to start the conversation this time.

“How did it go?”

“It went great. You’ll see it on TV later tonight,” he starts rubbing your thigh idly. “You’ll watch it later, right?”

“Of course. I’ll call you and tell you how cool you look.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. When you lapse into silence again, it’s because you’re expecting him to say something, but he doesn’t come out with it directly. You try not to let it show that you’re worried, that you’re skeptical, that you’re wondering if he thinks he’s too tired, too busy for this, too.

You’re expecting him to start how most break-ups start. You know I love you, right? And then the telltale but… would come, and you would have to hold back your tears and smile for him, and tell him you know, and that you understand it isn’t the right time, but maybe one day, someday, when he isn’t everyone’s Jung Jaehyun anymore — only yours.

“You love me, right?”

It’s not what you’d been expecting. Nor is it the playful little text he’d sent — no laughs, no jokes. His expression is somber, mouth pressed into a thin line.

“You know I do.”

“A lot, right?”

“A lot,” you confirm softly.

“Then whatever it is that you’re thinking about us,” he says quietly. “Don’t. Don’t think it. Don’t do it.”

“Jaehyun—”

“I know it’s hard,” his fingers dig into your skin a little. “I know I put you through a lot. I know you think that I’m suffering because of this relationship too. I know everything. But whatever you think I’m going to do, I won’t do it — not ever. So if you’re thinking of it too, I’m begging you. Don’t. Please.”

Maybe he had noticed all this time. A wave of guilt washes over you when you see the pained look on his face; perhaps you were even more transparent than you’d originally thought. You nod slowly to show your understanding, and he continues.

“I know yesterday wasn’t the best you could have hoped for,” he carefully avoids apologizing, although it’s written all over his features. “For me, too. I… I wanted something different. It’ll be better next time. Do you believe me?”

You hear him swallow — his nails are biting into your thigh a little, so you have to gently peel his hand off. Your fingers replace it, tightening around his palm as you nod.

“I believe you.”

“And you trust me, right?”

“With my life.”

“Then can you put your faith in me right now?” He asks. “Don’t panic. Just — just say yes.”

He pats around his pants, finally deciding to slip his hand into his left-hand pocket. Unlike on the Ferris wheel, he manages to extract something, but he keeps it closed in his fist. It’s shaking a little as he takes your hand in his other one, pressing something small and hard into your palm before he curls your fingers over it. His hold keeps your fist closed as he starts talking.

“It’s not immediate. We’ll figure it out. We’ll tell the right people, and they’ll help us tell everyone else — the public, the press. It doesn’t have to happen right now, or any time soon either— not if you don’t want it to. We can take it slow, or whatever. Anything you want — just as long as it’s with me.”

“Jaehyun,” you shake your head, a little dizzy. “What are you talking about?”

He slowly loosens his hold on your fingers, his hand dropping to the same spot on your knee. You’re free to open your fist, and when you do, you can’t help but feel a little stumped.

“I don’t mean now,” he repeats, now sounding doubly worried. “It’s not — It’s just…”

“You’ll get in trouble. We can’t.”

“I won’t. Not if we do this right. Like I said, we can do it slowly. Months — years, however long it takes to do it well. What it is — it’s just… a promise.”

“A promise,” you echo. It does have a nice ring to it.

“That I’m not leaving you. Not ever. And… if you say yes, that you won’t either.”

Your coffee has probably turned cold. Jaehyun is watching you carefully, looking like he’s trying hard not to bite his lip. You look back down at your hand, and he speaks up again.

“You know I love you, right?”

You smile slightly. “No but?”

“No but,” he agrees.

The ring fits nicely on your finger; maybe it’s well-measured from the amount of times he’s held your hand tightly in his.

“Okay, Jaehyun,” you whisper. “I promise.”

When you place your hand on his, he twists his palm, slender fingers gently twirling the ring around the base of your finger.

Minutes later, he hands you your coffee. It’s sweet and milky, the way he knows you like it best. When he settles back down on the bed, you notice his eyes travel to your finger again, a small smile playing on his lips.

Perhaps, in this moment, you finally learn to ask the right questions — not about if it’s worth it, but if he is.

And in this moment, where he sits in silence with you, the sunlight pouring in from his window hitting the tips of his hair and the end of his nose, with the knowledge that his heart is as full as yours, you come to realize that there can — and never will be — any doubt of that.

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multifandomslxt · 10 months

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The type to ...

Doyoung is the Type to

Remember EVERY last detail about you. He literally never forgets

spoil you with everything

Make a secret playlist he listens to when he misses you

Wear a scrunchie on his wrist just in case you need it

Purposefully leave you one of his hoodies when he knows he won't be home for a while

take candid pictures of you and save them in a secret folder he has

completely melt if you give him a back hug

deepen a kiss to let you know he wants you

kiss with his hand lightly squeezing your neck

Bite your bottom lip before pulling away from a kiss

stare at you across the room when you aren't looking

sleep in the crook of your neck

usually show his love through action but when he says it..he always whispers it.

always caress your hips with his thumb

always know when you're upset or sad

give the best hugs and squeezes you slightly

let you know that he is ALWAYS there for you

"I could be a million miles away just call me and I'll come. I promise."

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haechansdoll · 10 months

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hi hi I love your works can you do something jaemin with overstimulation? if not also its fine again I really like your works 🌊

heloo, thank you so much. I would love to write jaem but I'm currenly busy with my internships and uni releated activities, I'll make it short and sweet hope you'll like it <33.

Pairing : Husband!Jaemin x f!Reader

Description : idk, there's no specific plot just Husband jaemin and usage of toys.

Warnings : Overstimulation, Edging, Usage of sex toys.

Wordcount : around 900 words

You had no idea how you found yourself in this situation. But now here you were, tears beginning to leak from your eyes as your husband was overstimulating you into oblivion. Jaemin, the man who could see everything, had found your favorite toy earlier - a blush pink clitoral suction device, hidden within a sleek discreet case. It had initially confused him when he found it underneath the pile of clean underwear in your drawer, but once he found the power button and saw the little blue indicator light up, a strong buzz coming from the toy- he figured out at least where it could be used. So when you came home from work, your eyes widened when you saw the toy case sitting comfortably in his palm, and a pair of crystalline eyes glinting with mischief.

“Ha-haaa–” You weren’t laughing, but you were hysterical. He had you lying on your back at the foot of your shared bed, your legs forced open. He initially tried using it on your nipples, seeing if the suction would latch onto your areolas. And while it did feel good, you weren’t stuttering and blushing until he took it away and latched his mouth on instead, swirling his tongue around until each nipple had perked up.

“Ja-Jaem-Jae–!” You choked on your spit. A dark chuckle could be heard from underneath you. Normally when you used the toy, you would warm yourself up a bit, but Jaemin was being particularly aggravating tonight.

“Ahh, now I see.” A sinister grin stretched across his face, pearly whites showing. “Let’s put it riiiiight-” he hooked a finger to move your panties aside, forcing your pussy lips open with two fingers and mashing it on your clit with no warning. “Here.”

You yelped, the breath being knocked out of you. Your husband was being relentless with the slim pink disc tucked in between his index and middle finger. He would place it directly on your clit for a few minutes, wait until you were right at the edge, and then pull it away. The edging was damn annoying to you, but he loved watching you turn into a stupid, squirming mess all for him. Your stomach muscles clenched, as you immediately felt your body succumb to the pleasure now invading your veins. The toy was buzzing incessantly, but all Jaemin could hear was the wave of moans growing louder and louder from you.

“Does that feel good, honey?” He asked in a subtle mocking tone. You nodded, drool leaking from your mouth. “F-f-feels good,Jaem.” You mumbled, squeaking when he pushed it a little harder against your clit.

“Hmph.” He huffed to himself, before the vibrations suddenly turned off. The loss of sensation made you whine, as he tucked the toy out of sight. But he did not leave you hanging - within seconds, his lips were latched on your clit, sucking and making a sloppy mess.

Jaemin’s tongue was unwavering - he was gathering spit and dripping it all over your pussy, mixing with the slick that had begun to drip out. But he was focused on making your clit overstimulated with pleasure. Your thighs were convulsing uncontrollably, and you tried to inch away from him, but his hands snuck up and grabbed the fat of your ass, keeping you securely in place.

“Better than me?” His voice was muffled, but you realized how you needed to answer.

“Not better than you.” You babbled, letting out a shriek as he slipped a finger inside to curl right into your sweet spot. “oooh-ohh!” You groaned, flopping back on the bed, gripping the sheets tighter. “Right there, right there!” You could feel coils of heat rapidly flowing into your body, tightening your core muscles almost to an unbearable pain.

“Hmmm…I wonder.” You could hear your husband mumble, and you heard the buzzing return. Jaemin took his free hand and held your beloved toy against your spit-slicked clit, and you yowled. With some added stimulation from his finger inside, you orgasmed with a violent scream. Your noises did not stop, you were hysterically moaning and almost crying from the overwhelming sensations. Your pussy was clenching and unclenching rapidly, but he kept the toy in place until you had ridden your last wave of pleasure out.

Your head lolled over to the side, and you clutched your stomach weakly. Jaemin let out a little wolf whistle, as he pulled out his fingers. They were covered in your fluids, a creamy mixture of your cum and slick. He briefly pushed open your pussy to see the rest of your cum drip out, before he took a little taste with his tongue and groaned, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. He looked at the toy again, turning it off and letting it sit flat in his palm.

“Wow, this thing really packs a punch. How long’s the charging time, babe? I wanna know how many rounds we can fit in before this thing is fully juiced.”

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ncityprincess · 8 months

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And don’t you forget it

Pairing: bf taeyong x single mom reader ft. asshole johnny

Plot: blah blah blah this is just fiction I don’t know these people. Johnny is not very nice in this and he may bring up some abandonment wounds so proceed with caution 🫶🏾

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Yeah sorry babe, something…came up” Johnny slurred with a dazed chuckle. Here you were, up way earlier than usual getting your 5 year old daughter ready for her day with her incompetent daddy, and he couldn’t even be bothered to give you a heads up before he cancelled. Again.

“Yeah I can see that John” you sighed, running out of the little patience you had left. You could tell he was lying in bed with whichever chick he picked up last night. “You know, being hungover on a Tuesday isn’t a good look. And neither is flaking on your daughter for the umpteenth time in a row.” You were ready to tell him off even more, but you were interrupted by a woman’s cartoonishly seductive voice.

“Johnnyyy baby, come play with me again.” A woman with a thin sheet wrapped around her body came into the frame and leaned down to press sensual kisses into Johnny’s neck. He groaned obnoxiously, making you roll your eyes. “In a minute, doll” he purred.

“Ugh, you’re such a joke. You know, Kaylee is going to kindergarten this year. She’s not dumb John, she’s gonna grow up to resent you for abandoning her like this.” Your voice kept getting louder and louder in the echoey bathroom. You had dealt with his carelessness for far too long.

“Look I’m sorry ok?” He said nonchalantly. “Let’s just try again next week. Gotta go, give Kaylee a kiss for me, will ya?”

“FUCK YOU” You shrieked, and hung up the FaceTime call before slamming your phone onto the bathroom counter. You could feel the hot tears forming in your eyes already. Once again, your child’s father had made all these extravagant plans for your daughter, just for him to not follow through.

A faint knock on the en-suite bathroom door made the shame of the situation set in even more for you. You took a deep breath and let out a defeated “come in.” It was Taeyong, your current boyfriend and first relationship after having your daughter and separating from Johnny.

Even in your state of frustration, you were able to admire how beautiful he looked with his messy bed head and navy blue boxers hanging dangerously low on his lean hips.

Your relationship with johnny all came to a head when he had made the final screw up that made you gain the courage to break up with him. He missed Kaylee’s 3rd birthday party because he was out doing his usual routine of getting hammered, and ended up getting into a bar fight for one reason or another. he had to spend the rest of the night sobering up at the local jailhouse, thus missing his baby girl blow out her candles.

After spending the better part of a year beating yourself up over your break up and blaming yourself for Kaylee not having a good father in her life, you decided enough was enough. Johnny needed to figure his own shit out, and do his own healing. His demons have nothing to do with you or your daughter, and it wasn’t your job to fix him. You made the decision to try the co-parenting thing, but it was easier said than done.

On one spring day, Taeyong had approached you at a cafe to tell you how beautiful you looked in your yellow dress. You couldn’t even look him in the eye, too embarrassed to receive such a compliment. It was the first time you had actually felt seen that way in a while. From there, your relationship flowed like water. Everything just came naturally for the two of you. Kaylee absolutely adored Taeyong, and he loved to spend quality time with her. He would take the three of you to see the latest Disney movie, go to the water park, and treat you to ice cream dates. Everything just felt. Natural.

But of course, the great co-parenting dilemma always lingered.

“Hey” he greeted with a softly with a small, gentle smile.

“I hate him Tae. I hate him so much!” By now the dam had broke, and the tears started flowing. Taeyong immediately embraced you and rubbed your back soothingly.

“My love…” he cooed, but let you continue.

“Why does he get to keep doing this to us? To her? He—he doesn’t even care that he’s hurting Kaylee. And once again, I’m left to break the news that her father doesn’t want to see her.” You sobbed.

This song and dance of johnny attempting to be a father had gone on for far too long. When you were pregnant, you were convinced the three of you were going to be a happy little family forever, but once Kaylee was born, Johnny had changed. A lot. He partied till 4 am, came home plastered, and did the same thing all over again the next day. You were the only one getting up at all hours of the night to feed your daughter and change her. You were cooking all the meals and cleaning the house. You were there to pick up the pieces when Johnny messed things up. You felt like a single parent in your own home. After three years of failing to be a good father to Kaylee, you made the decision to break up with him and asked him to move out of your house.

“He’s a coward. Any man that can’t take responsibility for their child is immature and selfish. We’ll figure this out together baby.” Taeyong held you for a few more moments and pulled away to cradle your face in his warm hands. You looked up at him through tear-stained lashes. His eyes held so much sincerity and reassurance.

“The day doesn’t have to be totally ruined. How about the three of us go to the Zoo! They just opened up that new butterfly exhibit, those are Kaylee’s favorites.”

You sniffled, making taeyong’s heart swell. “Yeah?”

“Of course.” He said softly. Taeyong wiped the last few straggler tears that were left on your cheeks. “You’re too good to me, Tae” you whined. “Nonsense, nothings to good for you, my love. As long as I’m around, you and Kaylee’s happiness are my top priority.”

He leaned down to press a soft kiss against your lips. Taeyong’s kindness was one of the things that drew you to him the most. He was so selfless and never made you feel bad about being a single parent. The overwhelming love you had for him made you fall deeper into the kiss. You wanted to forget all about this situation with your ex.

After a few moments of passionate kissing, taeyong gently grabbed your hand and guided you back into the main bedroom. He stopped right in front of your full length mirror. Taeyong stepped behind you and ran his hands up and down your sides. “Look love, look at yourself in the mirror. Aren’t you so beautiful?” He whispered into your ear.

You cast your timid gaze into your own reflection, noting taeyong’s hungry eyes staring into yours through the mirror. You could feel the front of his body pressed against your ass. You felt yourself getting damp at the sensation of taeyong’s morning wood. You quickly looked down at your feet, the intimate sight in front of you was too much to handle. “Tae come on…”

“Ah ah ah, say you’re pretty. Tell me how pretty you are.” he raised your head back up with gentle fingers and looked down at you. He pressed slow, intentional kisses into your neck, making your eyes roll back.

“I’m—I’m pretty” you finally breathed out.

“Yes *kiss* you *kiss* are *kiss*”

Your legs felt like jelly. If it wasn’t for taeyong’s strong arms wrapped around you, you surely would have melted onto the floor. His one hand snaked up the front of your body, past your tank top covered breasts and settled around your neck. His piercing eyes met yours in the mirror once again “and don’t you forget it.”

Taeyong pulled your tank top off of your body, cursing when he saw your bare breasts. He played with your nipples, admiring the way your ass started to grind against his stiff dick.

“Mmm, I want you” You moaned out. Taeyong guided you onto the bed and laid you on your back. “I’m all yours, my love.” He pulled off both of your bottoms and stroked himself a few times. You both moaned once he finally entered you. The delicious stretch of his cock got rid of whatever lingering thoughts of johnny you had in your mind.

Taeyong wrapped your legs around his hips and picked up the pace. He caressed the side of your face, smiling down at you. “You feel so good baby” he grunted. You loved how gentle and sweet he was being, but you needed something a little different in this moment.

“Tae…pound me, please?” You begged. Taeyong slowed his movements and a smirk grew on his face. “Anything for you, my love”. Before you knew it, you were flipped over and placed on all fours. Taeyong slammed back inside of you, making you cry out.

“Fuckkkk just like that!” You grabbed onto your headboard for dear life, partially to stop it from banging against the wall. Kaylee was only a few doors down.

Taeyong let out a guttural groan, loving the way your walls squeezed his dick. He had a vice grip on your hips, pounding his lower body into yours. “Shit, feels so good baby. You’re so wet.” Your arousal was dripping all over your thighs and his dick, making it nice and easy for Taeyong to piston in and out of you. The obscene noises of pleasure and skin on skin caught up to you, and you were ready to burst any second now.

“Baby I’m gonna cum” you whined, toes curling in preparation for your orgasm. Taeyong reached around to play with your clit, rubbing it in small, tight circles. You couldn’t hold on anymore, and allowed your high to wash over you.

“Oh good girl, I’m right behind you baby” Taeyong praised. He sloppily thrusted into you a few more times before blowing his load inside of you. You whined at the overstimulating feeling, enjoying the sound of taeyong riding out his own high.

He finally pulled out of you, and you both collapsed onto the bed side by side. You caught your breath, and turned to face him. He was already staring at you with sleepy, satisfied eyes. “I love you Tae, thank you. For everything.”

Taeyong caressed your hip. “I love you more baby. Now, let’s go see where Kaylee wants to eat for breakfast before we go to the zoo!”

The end ❤️

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meowniee · 9 months

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Na Jaemin - Not Ready

Pairing: Female Reader x Na Jaemin (boyfriend)

Genre: Romantic and kinda kink smut

Word Count: 5599

A/N: Not a warning but: jaemin is a pillow princess (!!) in some parts (just a dick to satisfy her, omg this my favorite part) , reader is not innocent at all and she knows what sex is and everything etc.

“I want you”, you whisper in his ears using your sexier voice, lips pressing softly near the lob, the warm breath of your words caressing his little hairs.

“No, you’re not ready yet”, he whispers back, almost sounding like a repressed gasp.

“You can’t decide this for me!”, you speak louder, sitting back in his lap, outraged by the same old answer.

Jaemin shushes you with a tender kiss on your lips, cupping your face between his warm hands. “You’re not gonna die if we wait a little longer”.

Fuck, you can not be angry with him when he speaks so softly with you, his breathtaking stunning smile showing, looking fondly in your eyes.

“How can you say this? How do you know I’m not gonna die??”, you pout, your voice almost breaking ‘cause you want to cry in frustration.

“Are you going to die if I don't let you sit on my dick, baby?”, with an unblinking gaze he asks, his eyebrow raising defiantly. Your cheeks instantly feel warmer. Your eyes fall to your hands, regretting your words. Omg you're so embarrassed right now. Fuck, Jaemin…

“See? You can’t even handle the words”, his hand tucking your hair behind your ear, “Just give yourself a little more time. Be patient”. He kisses your forehead and lays you down, spooning your back. How can he sleep like that? You’re still burning in desire and frustrated.

Jaemin is an exchange student, he came all the way from Korea to your country to study photography, pursuing his dreams. Since his first day he has captured everyone's hearts with his good manners and warm smile. You didn’t know a single person that dont like him. It’s like… impossible. He would never hurt a fly. On the contrary, he would take care of the fly if it was hurt. He’s just like that.

And it’s been a couple months that he is “taking care” of you. You aren’t hurt or something. You just really want to have sex with your boyfriend, but he his cock blocking himself everytime that you are making out. In the beginning you thought he was being really respectful, waiting for you to take the first step, approaching him or doing the first move. But in the last weeks it feels like he doesn't even want you. You tried a lot of things to seduce him: you dressed pretty for him, you did your sexier makeup, you touched him differently, you started slowly kissing his neck… And at no point did he show any interest in taking a step forward. So when you clearly stated that you wanted to have sex with him, he said this? Fuck, Na Jaemin.

Today you woke up in the morning to beautiful sunlight filling the room, the warmth covering you like a soft blanket. The sweet smell coming from the kitchen was amazing. Just before you decided to get up, Jaemin crossed the door with a tray full of delicious looking foods.

“Good morning, princess”, his voice was cozier than your blankets.

You just smiled back, a little sleepy yet, stretching your arms above your head and sitting back at the bed frame.

He placed the tray in front of you. Orange juice, pancakes, coffee, a slice of cake and some grapes. It was a full breakfast for both of you. “Gomawoyo [thank you]”, you said. He looked surprised at you and smiled proudly. “I said it right?”, you shyly asked. “Ne [yes], it’s right. You’re so gwiyeobda speaking korean”. You closed your eyes trying to remember this one, but failed. “I don’t remember this one”, you pout a little, silently saying sorry. “It means cute”, he patted the top of your hair. You frown your eyes and smile with the gesture. Sometimes he treats you like his little puppy and you love it more than you want to assume.

“Do you need something for tonight?”, he asked while eating a pancake.

“It is okay. I have everything ready”.

Today is your birthday and you are having a party in your dorm. It’s not a big party but you made it clear that it was a kinda fancy party. You wanted to dress nicely, look pretty, like a doll in your high heels and short black dress. Your best friend helped with the preparations and will help you with your makeup too.

“When is your best coming?” Jaemin asked.

“She will be here around 8pm… I hope”, you laugh. She’s almost ever on time but… you never know

“So I will go out for you to doll up without men around you”, he joked, “I will get some nice champagne for my princess birthday”, you flustered while he held your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“You tried something else after that?”, your friend whispered curiously while you two were choosing accessories to complement the looks. You sigh in discontent and shake your head. No, you haven’t tried anything after that sad attempt.

“Girl, you read those things that I sent to you?”, she asked with a huge smirk on her face. “Maybe that way he can't say no… He’s being like that but he is still a man!”.

You laugh, hiding your face between your hands, kinda embarrassed. “I don’t think I have the courage, but i will try my best”, you both laughed hard. She helped you put together a plan for today… you will sleep with Jaemin tonight. There’s no more time. You desperately need him naked, in your bed, touching all your body and everything.

The plan? Well… If you couldn’t handle his words that night, now you can, and you will show your different side. You trained in the mirror a lot of times. You can’t be shy around him to conquer your prize. The sentences flood your mind for long hours the last few days. You will be the one that will not let him say no this time. You are choosing tonight and he’ll not be able to stand against it. If you don't give him a chance to say no, he can't stop you…

“Wow, you are stunning, princess”, Jaemin was enchanted by you. His eyes shining more than your jewels, his smile wider than ever while dancing close with you. “So, so beautiful”, he whispered in your ears. He was as stunning as you with a black suit perfectly fitting his broad shoulder and small waist. “Can’t wait to give you your present”.

“Wait! A present?”, you gasp in surprise, looking at him with rounded eyes.

“Yeah, a present… I think you’ll like”, he said with a mischievous smile, eyes piercing yours. “But we need to wait ‘till the end”.

Now your mind is malfunctioning. His words leave you dizzy, your body warm and chills running down your back. Maybe he planned the same thing for tonight? He is your gift? You couldn’t hear anything around you anymore, just his words repeating. God, just make this party end really fast.

You couldn't wait. Two hours later you were leaving all responsibility for the remaining guests to your friend and walking upstairs with Jaemin right behind you. Holding his hand tight making sure he wouldn't run away, letting go only after having closed the bedroom door. You looked at him with your sparkling eyes, little smile.

“Wait a moment”, he asked, turning his back to look for something in his bag. You tried to sneak a look, but he was faster, turning to face you again.

He was holding a black box in one hand and the other was guiding you till you face the mirror with him pressed in your back, looking into your eyes through the reflection.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he opened the box, revealing a beautiful necklace. “I bought this for you. It will fit you so well”, he said as he took the jewel out of the box to put it around your neck. His hands brushing along your collarbone.

He put on the jewel and rested his hand on your shoulders gently, placing a soft but long kiss on your neck exposed by the dress. Eyes fixed in your expressions in the mirror.

“This is so beautiful, Nana”, you sighed, touching the jewel that rested beautifully on your neck. “I want my princess all pretty for me”, he kissed your shoulder this time while his hands traveled down your arm. You got caught by his moves and turned your attention to him. His eyes were so calm, but so dark. Your body softened in his arms, letting your head fall back a little, exposing your neck.

He started to kiss you from your shoulder with little pecks all the way to your earlobe, sending shivers down your whole body. You had to bite your lip to hold a soft moan when he softly bit your ear, taking a deep breath of your perfume.

You let your hand travel to his neck, caressing his soft black hair, turning your head to look into his eyes. Your lips were so close, almost touching, like a magnetic force pulling towards each other. His hands pressing your waist, back pressed against his chest, solid like a wall.

You part your lips and close your eyes inviting him to start the kiss. His lips are soft and you feel him melt when your mouths connect. His body moves while kissing you, almost like a little dance, and your body follows him naturally. He cups your cheek, a thumb pressed gently in your face while the rest pull you closer. Your body starts to feel warmer and you deepen the kiss, your tongue invading his mouth needy. The kiss became sloppy and messy, hard to breathe as you devoured each other's mouths.

He turns you into his embrace. Your hands flew to his chest, cupping his gym worked tits. He mischievously smiled after looking at how tiny your hands looked in his body. He took a deep breath and dove into your mouth again. Your hands started slowly to open his buttons, your touch so soft, trying to catch him off guard.

You only managed to open half of them when he broke the kiss and grabbed your wrists. You looked into his eyes and silently challenged him. With your fists immobilized by his hands, you lashed out with your mouth. Small kisses left on the warm exposed skin of his chest. “Don’t tease me like this”, he growled, closing his eyes, but not letting you go yet.

You started licking his smooth skin with just the tip of your tongue, making sure to breathe right after so he can feel the temperature difference. He inhaled deeply through his teeth, letting a sound of pleasure escape his mouth. He let his head drop back, just enjoying the feeling. You took that opportunity to free your hand and grab his, leading him to the bed like a predator seducing his prey. Your prey. Your foux eyes fixed in his, your lips curving in the ends. He just follows you till you grab him and throw him on the bed. He sits and looks up at you, standing taller than him. You are so close between his legs that he is almost pressing his chin in your stomach, right under your boobs.

Hands pressing his chest down, you kiss him until his back is pressed on the mattress under you. His hands caressing your waist all the time, traveling up to your ribs and back to your hips. He’s lost in the trance. He’s lost in you and what you’re doing to him right now. He almost forgot that he needed to breathe.

“Baby…”, he sighs, looking at you and breaking the kiss, “Where is this coming from?”. For a moment you thought he might be mad, but he wasn't. No. He was enjoying it too much. His gaze melted, his body surrendered to yours. You sit in his crotch, sliding your hand in his chest and unbuttoning the remaining buttons. He’s not stopping you.

You return your lips to his mouth, down his neck and collarbone, all the way down his chest. You stopped to leave an experimental kiss right beside his nipple. He groaned and tensed his hands in your hips. You go a little further and lick it before closing your lips around, sucking gently. You feel his hips trusting your core. You smile with victory. Your boyfriend is totally lost underneath you, surrendered and pretty hard.

You feel his hand holding the back of your neck, with almost no pressure, but guiding your mouth to the other nipple. His sounds are so pretty that is making you ruin your lace lingerie that you choose just for this night, for him. You continue your journey across his abdomen (all the six packs, omg), kissing and licking all the spots you've always wanted to worship.

He took your lips off his body when you got to the waistband of his pants, gently pulling you by your hair. “You're evil”, he whispered the words in a deep voice. You smiled and pressed your cheek to his hip, bringing your mouth so close to his already hard bulge. “You sure about this, princess?”, he looked closely at you smirking, looking for signs of doubt. But he did not. You were very sure about that. Without a word, you laid your hand down gently, fingers touching his hard cock. His mouth opened on a moan as you closed your fingers around him. Then he snapped.

He grabbed your head and pulled to his face, sitting again, shoving his tongue inside your mouth, looking desperately for yours. Fuck… He was kissing you like he was starving for days and you were his fresh meal. His hand everywhere on your body, pressing you against his chest and down in his crotch, making you roll your hips against him. You finally let out a high pitched moan when he trusted you harder.

“This feels so much better than my pillow”, you murmur in his mouth.

“Fuck, baby…”, the only thing that he could pronounce while you speed up your hips. His lost eyes rolled back.

“Do you want me to stop?”, you tease him.

He shakes his head ‘no’.

“That’s what you wanted? All that ‘you’re not ready bullshit”,you talk like a snake, your voice comes out like hisses while you return to assault his neck, biting his perfect skin, leaving little marks. He’s just a groan mess right now, his cock pulsating inside his pants, his eyes closed. “Did you want me to take control of you so badly? … Oh baby, you could've just asked me”, you mocked. You felt your head being pulled, forcing your face below his. His sudden attitude left you breathless.

“Watch your words… or I'm gonna think that you don't want to be treated like a princess in your first time”, he threatens, his voice is dark, his eyes trailing all over your expression.

Fuck, you’re so in trouble right know. But it softens right away. His duality will drive you crazy. He gently lay back, guiding your head gently to his crotch. His lips already smiling again, his hands leaving your head just to rest behind his own.

You unzip his pants and pull them down, lowering your lips to his covered dick. Just a thin line separating his member from your mouth. You’re drooling just thinking about having him weighing on your tongue.

You face him and start pulling his underwear down, almost painfully slowly, without taking your eyes off him. You take his thick member and massage it lightly, running your small hand up and down, feeling the sensitive skin at the tip and all the prominent veins leading up to it. You feel the fluid that slowly comes out of it letting your hand slide easier. You press a little harder and twist your hand when you reach the top. A low pitched moan leaves his pretty lips again.

You stick your tongue out and lick the tip like a kitten. His eyes devour every new move you make. You take him in your mouth, moving down slowly as your jaw relaxes to accommodate his size. As you accommodate him, you move your head up and down, pressing your tongue up and sucking, twisting your fists where your mouth couldn’t reach, doing it faster as your mouth relaxes.

“Shit, baby… Do it slower”, he instructs you. A hand resting on the back of your neck, guiding your moves. “Where did you learn to do that?” His rhetorical question was cut off as you swirl your tongue around the tip, followed by a series of indistinguishable murmurs. The hand that previously rested on your neck starts to press you down, making you take him even more. He stopped before it made you gag, but he kept you there.

“Baby, can you relax and breathe through your nose for me?” You looked at him and nodded, doing as he asked, breathing slowly through your nose, feeling your throat relax even more. He presses your head down slowly, feeling his cock go deeper into your mouth, pressing against your throat. He groans and bites his lip as he watches the member disappear.

“Now swallow”, and you did. His cock slid down your soft, warm throat until your nose was pressed into his abdomen. He looked down and saw you wet eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed. Your little hands pressed his thigh while you trying to breathe with his cock shoved down your throat. He let go of your head and you freed your mouth with a pop, spit forming lines connecting you and his dick standing tall in front of your face.

You wanted so bad to taste his cum that you protested when he suddenly pulled you into a kiss. “What was that?”, he asked after hearing you whining. You couldn't speak the words that went through your head. “Where is your bold persona now? Pull yourself together and say what you want, princess”, he used the same tone you used with him earlier, mocking you. “Want to stop?”, he asked seriously this time, always watching your expressions.

“No… just want to make you cum…”, you replied looking into his eyes, doing your best to hold his gaze as your face burned.

“You want my cum… in your mouth?”, he asked cautiously, his voice smooth as silk in your ears. You nodded in response.

“Fuck… you just need to ask, love. Everything for my princess”, he smiled and pressed your head below his cock, right in his balls, while his other hand wrapped around his girth. “Lick them like a puppy”, he ordered. You watched intently as he massaged his cock from bottom to top, licking his balls as he asked. He was a mess, lips parted in an 'o' shape, eyes closed and head tilted back. Small beads of sweat started to run down his neck and forehead, wetting the ends of his hair that were there. His breathing getting shorter and his noises louder, his abdomen contracting.

“You think you can swallow me again, princess?” You didn’t wait to take him in your mouth again. He looked bigger than before, weighing more on your tongue.

“Relax and swallow”, and he pressed you all the way down again, faster than before, making you choke. Your throat closing made him squirm, moaning floating through his lips.

“Tongue out”, he commanded as he took it out of your mouth, jerking faster, looking at your face. You know you looked irresistible like that. Tongue sticking out, sitting on your heels, puppy eyes, waiting thirsty for his cum to drop all over your face.

The scene in front of you was also irresistible. He looked very close to cumming, breath hitched, mouth open, eyes almost rolling back. Fuck. You slid one of your hands between your legs to try to quell the pain that was making you throb.

Without a warning beyond the loud moan, he cummed in your tongue. The thick fluid falling into your mouth made you moan too. He kept jerking his cock until he could breathe and his muscles relaxed. You waited anxiously with your tongue full of cum for him to give you an order. He looked at you and stroked your cheek gently.

“So patient”, he praised you, looking proudly at your messy face. “Come here”, he gestured with his fingers, beckoning you closer. You were doing your best not to let the cum run off your tongue, but it was too hard. You could already feel a part slowly oozing out.

He helped you climb onto his lap, straddling his lap. “Oww, you are making a mess”, he took out his own tongue and licked what was running from the corner of your mouth. You didn't know you could feel even more horny than you were feeling right now. “Kiss me”, he ordered, already passing his tongue on yours, scooping someone from your mouth just to shove it right back.

It was the messiest kiss of your life, cum dripping from the corners of your mouth as you shared. You couldn't control your hips rolling in this tight, pressing on your throbbing point, wanting some relief from the burning sensation in your core. In the end, he made you swallow everything, until the last drop of his cum. Hands gripping hard in your hips, helping you to keep the rhythm as it became out of step.

“Are you sure it's your first time, princess?”, Jaemin jokes, his voice still rough from moaning.

“I just did it in my mind… a lot of times”, you admitted, sheepishly at the end.

“Have you been thinking about humping my thigh too?”, he forced your face to look in his eyes. His grip slowed your movements, making you whine.

“Nana… don’t stop”, your voice was like a whisper in his ears.

“My mouth is better than my thigh, you know?. Come here, baby”. He helped you out of bed and slowly began to take off your dress. His warm hands pushed the dress off your curves, letting it fall to your feet.

He reached out and took your hand, guiding you to the bed again, but this time more romantically, laying you gently on your back on the soft mattress. He kissed your lips and imitated what you had done to him. He went down your body leaving wet kisses and small bites. Every new place his mouth touched burned your skin, making you shiver.

He put your leg over his shoulder and looked into your eyes. His lips were so close you could almost feel them touching you. He stuck out his tongue and pressed against you. He maintained eye contact until his eyes closed in pleasure at the taste of you. He began to quickly move up and down past your swollen clit to your tight entrance, slightly sticking his tongue inside of you.

A new sensation was added when he started stroking you with his thumb. He pressed in and out, each time letting himself in deeper, until you felt him inside you, massaging your velvet walls. Your legs trembled around his head and you felt him chuckle pressed into you. The thumb quickly turned into one finger, then two, in and out in a slow, almost painful rhythm. Your body was sweating and your mind was going insane. You were almost there, but it seemed to be unreachable at the pace he was dictating.

You started rolling your pelvis against his face, trying to get his tongue to go faster. He moaned with your movements and stopped, leaving his tongue out for you to use as you pleased. You started to fuck against his tongue, at the pace you knew would make you come. Your fingers tangled in his hair and pressed him even closer. The vibrations of his moans further increased your confidence and your pleasure. He kept his fingers firmly inside you, abusing a specific spot that brought you even closer to exploding.

And then you did it. Pleasure flooded through your body and every muscle tensed, eyes rolling back, breathing paused as the sensation spread. And you melted in his mouth. He greedily licked all the pleasure that oozed out of your pussy. You didn't notice it but you've been pulling his hair all the time, pressing his face almost inside you. You couldn't get enough of it.

He made your orgasm last as long as possible. You protested when he took his fingers away from you, feeling the emptiness. His feline eyes were squinted at you. Satiated? He seemed far from being. He was just getting started and you didn't know if your body could take it anymore. You've never had more than one orgasm and surely your fingers didn't give you as much pleasure as his mouth did now.

He laid his head on your thigh and waited until your body stopped shaking. His hands caressed your legs and hips, calming your senses. He looked like a predator softening up prey before attacking.

Like a cat, he crawled over your body, stopping at your chest. Your peaked nipples were an invitation for him to take them between his lips. He sucked gently as he swirled his tongue around it. His hand reached out, taking it and squeezing it gently.

“What was it like to use my face, princess?”, he whispered in your ear while his hand was still busy playing with your breast.

“Incredible. But I want you inside me now.”

“Ohh, inside you? Come on then.”, he quickly spun you onto him, leaving you sitting on his hip. His hard cock rested on his stomach. Fuck... you couldn't believe all that had gone into your mouth moments before. He looked bigger now compared to the small distance from your entrance to your navel.

“Worried?”, he asked as he watched your eyes travel over his body.

“I'm… a little… worried if it's going to hurt”, you pouted. He broke into a smile as soon as you shared your thoughts. “It looks so… rock solid”. Your words made him laugh out loud.

“Yes, princess. It’s really hard right now”. He guided your hips until you had your lips pressed against his cock. He moved you the full length of his size, leaving a glittering trail behind. He stopped when you reached the tip, circling your clitoris deftly. He was stimulating you with the tip of his cock. Your body started to heat up again as your pussy managed to get even wetter.

He pulled your body against his defined chest, devouring your mouth without ceasing to minister against your sensitive spot. His hand burning all over your body. He was such a great kisser that you almost forgot that you’re about to be ripped open by his member. You felt a hand slip between your bodies. You felt him positioning the tip just in front of your entrance. You felt the pressure trying to get inside you.

“Keep kissing me”, he ordered. He guided you down his dick, slowly. Your walls contracting with the entrance almost made your eyes roll over. Fuck, you’re feeling everything. All the bulging veins, the perfect shape of the tip, the delicious upward curve of his cock. Everything. The mixed feeling of discomfort and pleasure left your body confused. How could this be so good?

Then he stopped. You've never felt so full in your entire life. Your insides pulsed around him.

“Hmm, you did so well, baby. When you're ready, use me however you like”, his free hand caressing your cheek.

“Fuck, Nana…”, your head finally falls on his shoulder, trying to relax the rest of your body.

He patted your head while holding your butt pressed against him. You began rolling your hips experimentally, small circles at the base that further expanded your small hole. Each time it seemed to slide more easily through your walls. His growls below your ear matched the sounds you were making.

“Just like that, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick now. You wanted this so bad.”

Your ass began to pick up the pace, rising and sitting again, deeper and faster, the pain no longer hurting. Just pleasure running free all over your body. You could feel his body tensing, his breath unstable, little curses and praises flowing through your ears.

You rested your hands on his chest and pushed yourself up, making him penetrate you even deeper, if that was possible. His gaze went from your face to where he disappeared inside you. His hand landed on your belly where a small bump formed. Your mind spun as you went up and down and saw the bump move. You looked at him in awe.

You started to set the pace faster, digging your nails into his chest, head dropped back, sweat nearly dripping into the valley of your breasts. Your thighs were burning with the movement, but it felt too good to stop.

He watched your expressions of pleasure and frustration. He knew you had never come with penetration before. His thumb began to press against your already throbbing clit. The other hand guided your errant movement bouncing on his member.

You slapped his hand off your pussy so you could reach your orgasm yourself, rubbing your clit the way you like it, pressing hard and fast. Jaemin was controlling himself a lot watching you use his body to achieve your pleasure. His eyes traveling between your face and your hand between your bodies. He didn't know if he could take much longer without coming before you.

You felt your insides contract as well as your muscles. Your body spasms on top of him like electrical waves. You stopped your hips as your body processed the most wholesome orgasm you have ever had. Your moans echoed in the room and you had to place your hands on his chest so that your body didn't completely collapse.

There were so many sensations that you didn't notice when he quickly took your wrists and laid you down on the bed. With your wrists pinned above your head with one of his hands, he started to fuck your clenching walls. You involuntarily tried to get out from under him, but you were still with his other hand pressing down on your hips.

You didn't know what it was, but the overstimulation was driving you to a second orgasm without you having recovered from the first one. Now his hips were pressing hard and fast against you. Your name escaped his mouth in a mixture of groans and grunts. Maybe you felt it when the tears started to escape your eyes rolled with pleasure, but you’re not sure.

“I'm gonna cum deep inside you when you cream on my cock again, princess”, his voice came out as a deep, almost menacing growl. His brows were furrowed as his tongue pressed against his cheek. His eyes were just open enough to see you squirming beneath him.

“Please, Jaemin…”, you begged right away as the pressure on your G-spot was too much and the warm sensation took over your body again.

The warm sensation wasn't just from your pleasure, but also from his cum being injected inside you. He pressed his cock so deep that you thought that you really were being split open. He stopped thrusting but you could feel him pulsing as he came with you.

You both remained catching your breath still inside each other. He slightly loosened his grip in your wrists and began massaging in small circles where he had pressed hard before. His lips left brief kisses down your face and neck while your minds returned to reality.

“Ow princess, why are you crying?”, he gently asked as he felt tears cut the path of his kisses.

You shook your head in response. You didn't know why you were crying, but you didn't want him to think he had hurt you. He held you tight against his chest, stroking your hair as he soothed you.

“I'm feeling like I'm floating…”, you struggle to talk and think at the same time, but you manage to communicate with an airy voice.

“I’m here with you. Take a deep breath”, his nurturing voice came back. You're feeling so embraced in his warm figure that you could sleep right away. “You did so well, princess. You were such a good girl for me. I’m so lucky to have you”, he said and then kissed your forehead tenderly.

“Nana… why not before?”, you looked in his eyes.

“Why didn't we do this before?”

You nodded in agreement.

“I wanted you so bad, baby. But I hated the feeling of corrupting you like you were an innocent teenage girl”, he replied promptly, caressing your cheek and wiping the trail of the tears that had flowed earlier. “You're such a strong woman in all aspects of your life, Y/n. I wanted your confident self like this too. And the wait was worth it”, he smiled and kissed your lips affectionately.

“But you're going to have to tell me later where you learned all this…”, he said in a playful voice, lightly tickling your neck. Your face couldn't be hotter than it is right now from embarrassment.

“Now we're going to take a shower and then I'm going to prepare something for us to eat, okay?”, you cracked a smile as he picked you up.

Fuck, Na Jaemin… How could he be such a perfect man?

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woozten-x · 7 months

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#. 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧

[ ; M.List including other Neos! ]

─ Synopsis: Two dogs have brought you having an encounter with a familiar stranger.

Shockingly enough, Jeong Jaehyun has been a fool for you for quite awhile.

─ Pairing: Jeong Jaehyun x Gender Neutral!Reader

─ Genre: fluffy/wholesome<3<3

─ Concepts: a lil flustered/embarrassed jaehyun cuz i like softies, jaehyun has two girl dogs<3, reader and jaehyun meeting after years, implication of jaehyun being in love with reader since then, icecream with jaehyun, yoga instructor jaehyun because yes, straightforward jaehyun cuz we love confident men in this house!!, jungwoo appearing for like a BRIEF moment cuz im kinda in dojaejung headrot lowk

─ Count of Words: 2.6k

─ Inspiration of the work: Love is a Beauty by NCT 127 + Fool For You by Snoh Aalegra

・❥ a/n: i thought of making this a bit longer... but, i kinda liked the straightforwardness of it and just the ending left to interpret whatever you want HAHA. i might make this a series with NCT 127, basing it off of love is a beauty because that song is SOSO cute and my lovesick mind is going haywire!!

jaehyun was mainly based off of NCT Golden Age concept photos where he radiates so much domestic au vibes and THE TWO DOGS<3<3 i possibly made this to have an excuse to write about yoga instructor jaehyun with two dogs

Summer sunlight kisses upon your skin, the golden glow giving a shine that one could call ethereal. You sit on the bench of the park, the chirps of the birds singing a serene tune with distant children playing on the other side where the playground was; at times, people would walk by with feet scraping across the concrete with murmurs of conversation reaching your ears.

However, you paid no attention. Instead, you are focused on the page of your book, occasionally flipping a page or fidgeting with the corner of the page with a pout of your lips. You are invested in the plot, completely lost in your own world of fiction. The words of the plot take you elsewhere, a world where it's more tolerable than reality itself.

It was one of those rare times, where you are leaving your home for a fresh breath of air. Usually, the summer heat would have you returning back to your apartment with the air conditioner blasting cool air; but, one of those rare days of summer being just perfect has you welcoming outside, appreciating what nature is presenting and how time is flowing past without a worry.

You did not expect this day to be any different. In fact, you are seated on the bench with your hydroflask of cold water sitting next to you, time flowing by without your attention wavering from the book on your lap. Sounds of distant barking reach your ears, but it did not distract you from the book you are currently invested in; it was simply one of those sounds you did not flinch at.

After all, you are at the park. What could be out of the ordinary?

The barking grows closer, you feel your eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion. Deep pitch barks of a canine disrupting your reading, you blink a few times to regain your focus; maybe there is a large dog playing near you - you thought. But, with more seconds passing with the barking and a rushing of pawsteps, you are finally torn away from your book with irritation expressing from your features for a brief moment.

What could possibly be wrong? Is some dog wreaking havoc?

Possibly so, considering there is a large dog with a leash attached to its collar; the gray and white pelt similar to a poodle’s, the long legs fast as a cheetah’s. If you look closely, his fur is combed back by the rush of the wind because of how fast it ran. You look around, noticing how no person is supervising the canine; you thought maybe the dog was fetching something or had run off to start a chase with a squirrel.

But, the more you watched, the dog’s attention suddenly landed on you. The dog barks, the long, fluffy tail wagging behind it; you are confused for a moment, similar to a deer in the headlights. You aren’t sure what will happen, but your body is freezing despite the warm weather, at that very moment.

The dog runs up to you, tongue sticking out between its panting mouth, the dog hopping up onto your lap and you yelp in surprise by the heaviness of its paws. Fluffy paws settle on your lap, your book unfortunately crushed underneath by its weight. You panic, unsure what to do; surely, you had plenty of encounters with dogs…But, this is quite random and one that completely caught you off-guard.

The large poodle mix happily greets you, pawing at your hands and seeming to imply you to pet him…Or her. You aren’t exactly sure, but it has you smiling; the dog’s friendliness only replacing the irritation from before with amusement. You lift up a hand, patting the dog’s head - “Have you run off from your owner?” You coo, scratching behind the dog’s floppy ears and it’s tongue meets your skin with wet streaks.

Giggling, you are cooing at the dog and squishing the cheeks together, adoring how fluffy and adorable the dog is! It was like a large stuffed animal begging for your attention. Suddenly, a male’s voice reaches your ears from a distance - “Bonnie!” The name makes the dog’s head turn away from you, ears perked up by the familiarity of its calling. Bonnie the dog did not leave your side, only bathing in the attention you gave.

“Bonnie!” He calls again, his voice sounding more relieved than panicked once approaching you and the dog. The man walks up to you, the fluffy brown hair on top of his head parted and a white tank-top complimenting his lean, toned physique; you would be flustered to see such a handsome man, but your eyes wandered to the small white toy poodle by his feet. You coo, “Aww~ How adorable!” You exclaim, calling for the smaller canine.

The white toy poodle excitedly runs up to you, the leash accidentally tangling with the legs of the man’s; he stumbles towards the bench you sat, gripping onto the back of the wood with his arms flexing near you. Your eyes widened, getting up to hopefully help him but the dogs were in the way, causing you to stumble towards him like some foolish dance.

Suddenly, an arm is wrapped around your waist and you are not meeting the floor with a possibly bruised face. The proximity between you and the stranger caused your heart to race in embarrassment, a heat rising in your body temperature and the summer’s warmth did not help; however, he stood in front of you with wide eyes. His pink lips parting slightly with a flustered smile, “Are you okay?”

You nod with eyes avoiding the dimples imprinting the corners of his lips, his strong grasp weakening once you find some composure to move away from him and the dogs. Thankfully, with some distance made, the dogs follow you and the man leans down to pick up the stray leash the larger dog had - “I am so sorry about that,” He said sheepishly, looking at you once he straightened his back and gained some control over his excited dogs.

“No, you are fine! Are your dogs always this friendly?” You laugh, thankful that this awkward encounter wasn’t cursed as some embarrassing memory; you could easily melt the ice with the handsome man before you, about his dogs. He looks at you before answering, his eyes widening slightly but the smile never wavering - “Y-Yeah…Uh, well not really.” He said awkwardly.

You chuckle at his words, kneeling down in front of the dogs to let them come closer to you with kisses of their own. You laugh, “They are cute! This is Bonnie and…” You trail off, looking towards the white dog next to Bonnie. The man remains to be awkward, his stiff posture only making him scratch the back of his neck - “Bunny.” He answers back, trying to relieve the tension plaguing his body with a forced laugh.

The attempt was fruitless though, considering he feels extreme embarrassment around you. You smile widely, “Bunny!” You call out, the small dog going on her hind legs, seeming to show a trick upon your call. You extend out your hands, petting both dogs and cooing at them like they are newborns.

“They are both girls.” He tells you, watching you interact with his girls. He smiles, a faint blush from the heat or possibly the embarrassment coloring his pale cheeks; a glow in his eyes, one that seems to be adoring you from afar. “How cute!” You say with a hum, standing up and finally facing him. He seems to stiffen when your attention settles on him, your warm gaze only making his heart ache just a little.

You stare at him, furrowing your brows - “Do I know you from somewhere?” You ask, his face familiar from somewhere in your past. He blinks back at you, “I do yoga here at the park.” He said, his hands tugging the dogs away from you. It seems like his own dogs are in love with you, just as his heart is.

“Really? I swore, I’ve seen you before…” You mutter out, thinking maybe he is some celebrity…Considering his outstanding looks, he has to be! But, you couldn’t recall.

There is a visible twitch to his lips, a small smirk growing on his face - “Maybe…From your dreams?” He said with a small laugh of his own, the joke gradually brewing in his mind before he said it. It was cute though, the way his eyes light up when thinking about a smooth reply to your words.

Smiling, you roll your eyes - “I’ll see you around then. The stranger from my dreams~” You tease while picking up your book and hydroflask. He continues to smile at you, seeming proud to see you smile like that.

“I’ll see you around,” He said, a small promise to his words as you gave him one last nod before walking off. Although you wish to stay much longer to possibly know more about the familiar stranger, you wanted to return back home and take a cold shower after the eventful encounter. You try to think, wondering who he could be…

How could a stranger be so familiar? You simply cannot figure it out.

. . .

Sitting at your usual spot at the park, a new book in your hands. Eyes wandering along the page with each line describing the scene, bringing you a sense of experience with the words printed on the page. Away from reality once again, but you hear more voices this time; among all of them, there is one you recognize. You didn’t think much of it at first, wanting to finish this chapter first before taking in your surroundings.

Once you do finish the chapter, you are looking up to see the same man you met a few days ago. He wore a pair of gym shorts, the fabric reaching his knees and wearing a white tee that seems a little too tight on him; his body flexing underneath, as he moves and instructs yoga to his class on his mat.

You feel a small smile tugging at your lips, watching how he slowly takes the lead; encouraging anyone who might not be as flexible as him. The more you watch, you smile to yourself, admiring the way the sun glows on his skin like a golden spotlight. He straightens himself, his eyes wandering to you and his dimpled smile is overcoming his pink lips.

Oh, it was so familiar…One that makes your heart feel like mush.

He waves a hand at you, a boyish smile on his face with eyes twinkling at the sight of you. You wave back, chuckling when noticing one of the members of his yoga group had followed his movement.

“Jungwoo, you did not have to do that.”

“What do you mean? You told us to follow what you do!”

You laugh a bit at them, your attention returning back to the book in your hands. You did not spare another glance, not wanting to distract him any further…Even if he is distracting.

Collectively, the yoga group finishes their last stretches before picking up their belongings. You didn’t look up, attentive to the plot you are currently reading; this chapter holds important information, you simply can’t tear your eyes away even for a second. Unknowingly, you held your breath when reading, the details unfolding in your head like a movie; one that has you on the edge of your seat.

Suddenly, a voice rings out - “Hey.”

You barely registered the voice, reaching the end of the chapter - thankfully - but, it was left with a cliffhanger. You huff, feeling a little annoyed by the rising tension and to only remain due to the author’s sadistic tendencies with the reader! You look up, meeting eyes with the man, two icecreams holding in his hands. You blink back at him, surprised to see the icy treats in his hand...Obviously, those treats weren’t just for him.

“Here.” He said, handing you the flavor you love; how would he know? You smile in return, “Thank you…But, you didn’t have to.” You say, accepting his offer nevertheless. You pick up the little spoon, picking up a spoonful with him sitting next to you. “Did I appear in your dreams again?” He asks, a chuckle leaving him by the inside joke the two of you have created when first meeting.

You grin, “Nope. Only once…And never got to learn your name.” You reply back, playing along with the joke shared between the two of you.

He looks at you, “I am Jaehyun.” He said and you felt your own mind melt…Not from the heat, as you thought - but, from the realization. “Jaehyun…The one…” You start, obviously astonished to see the familiar Jeong Jaehyun from your past.

He nods, “So, you do remember me.” He chuckled and you shook your head.

“It was the last year of middle school that you’ve left…” You said with a blush rising to your cheeks. It was unfortunate for Jaehyun to move schools, but meeting him again…As adults and after so many years, it felt odd. Yet the familiarity of it made your heart skip a beat, maybe fate had the two of you intertwined from the very start.

He casually picks a spoonful of icecream to his lips, “A long time, huh?” He hums and you nod slowly at his words. You look away, feeling embarrassed for not exactly recognizing him. Jaehyun glances at you, “We weren’t that close back then…But, I am happy to see you.” He admits, a faint blush on his cheeks by his own honesty.

“I am happy to see you also!” You exclaim, nodding in agreement to convey how important this meeting was. You grin at him, “You’ve been here all along!” You say with a hint of disbelief. It truly was a small world.

Jaehyun nods, “Better late than never.” He replies smoothly, his eyes tracing along your features; seeming to adore the details, the very same details that made him recognize you instantly. To this day, he still hasn’t forgotten; no matter how long, he has not found anyone else…Sometimes, he thinks he is a fool.

“Are you seeing anyone?” He asks suddenly, the silence of admiring you bringing out a bold question from him.

You shook your head, “Nope. Unless, characters from the novels i’ve read count.” You remark, a chuckle leaving you. Jaehyun smirks a bit to himself, his gaze falling to the ice cream melting away in the cup he was holding.

“Go out with me.”

You nearly spat out the icecream in your mouth, eyes wide - “What?” you sputter out, completely caught off-guard.

“I never got to tell you before…So, go out with me.” He repeats, his gaze returning to yours; a hint of warmth in his eyes, a vulnerability radiating him and you swore you could see his heart through his own gaze. The way he looks at you…How long has he had these feelings, especially towards you?

“I am not saying ‘no’ but…How long…”

“For a very long time.” He admits, a hand reaching out; his fingers brushing away the strands of hair covering your face. You felt your own heart melt at his gentleness, only letting him smile back at you with a tenderness that you never knew existed; especially for you.

He leans in, his warm breath reaching your ear - “A very long time where I became such a fool for you.”

Shocked, you watch him lean away with a grin on his lips, but there’s a tinge of pink on his cheeks. The secret told from honest lips, the very same lips holding a beauty of what love is - maybe you have become a fool for him also.

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aehyei · 2 years

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31 DAYS (and nights) WITH NA JAEMIN!

a mini series that consists of drabbles with your long time boyfriend, na jaemin. there will be the bad times, good times, especially sexy times but you both prefer to keep it private…unless..

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📌 [31 DAYS (and nights) WITH NA JAEMIN] is the name of the series which contains nana for a whole month. it showcases different scenarios that is only fiction. if you are uncomfortable with certain items, then please do not read.

📌 THIS SERIES MAY CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT (from language to 18+ content)

📌 RELEASE DATE: AUGUST 1, 2022 — AUGUST 31, 2022

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miinghaosstuff · 6 months

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(Ten Lee) So horny I’m willing to be submissive

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onyourhyuck · 3 months

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EXCHANGE LESSONS | L.MK

Pairing: mark lee x fem!oc

Summary: You’re the top student in every subject and your classmate!mark asks for your help in science and you offer the unprecedented exchange lessons that leave him off guard.

genre: smut, tutoring, classmates, inexperienced female oc, the concept of virginity being taken (it’s a social construct but you get it) and dominant!mark. minor groping, pussy eating and penetrating sex. Releasing on stomach, unprotected sex (please use a condom irl)

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You’re at the top of the food chain in every subject. Your desolated heart and effortless mind astounds the entire community around you. Since you’re such a smart and passionate individual, people doubt you have any flaws.

But that’s not so true. You do suck at one subject; Sex. Your body and mind leave your soul every moment you tried doing the most remote action like making out — you suck at it.

Perhaps it’s because you’re not comfortable enough with the person? Or maybe the idea of being sexually active is a new concept to you. This puts you at a frustrating disadvantage. You want to experience what it is like to be held by another person, to be worshipped and loved by every curve you have. You really want to experience intimacy. Someone’s hands holding your waist with fingers scrolling circles on your bare skin. Dancing out in heavy rain? Angry makeouts. Jealousy. You want to experience those rollercoasters of emotions. But you can’t because you’re missing the second person. This was no way a one man action.

That was until an opportunity arises. The boy in your class that wasn’t so good at any of his classes, barely scraping by. He had a thick foreign accent - and he never stops boosting about how he’s from Canada. He was visibly attractive. Most girls in your class fancy him.

Mark never really spent his day alone. Ever. There will always be people surrounding him. It’s like this was his world and we’re all just living in it you know?

“Hey Y/n,” A voice strikes up from behind. The boy standing only few inches from your height with a beige cap on backwards. It gave him a real bandboyish look today.

Your eyes dart to him. At first you look visibly confused but you manage to respond with a very soft greet. “Hey what’s up?”

You guys barely talk so this was all very new. The most talks you ever did was a simple ‘good morning’ to each other and never speak again. In fact this felt very awkward on your end.

Mark’s eyes look on the very left end of the lockers. The built tone body wearing these very baggy clothing press up on the metallic doors. Voice trailing off in an obvious direction. “Uhh, you know nothin’ much. The usual you know how it is.”

‘Yikes why does he look suddenly so guilty and suspicious?’ You question in your own mind. What was this strange feeling in your stomach? Like a hollow pit about to explode.

You mumbles quietly. “Right…”

Turning around your locker slams shut. The stuff you needed was carried by your arms. You thought this conversation had ended considering Mark wasn’t spitting out anything he wanted to say but the moment your back had turned on him, the boy quickly leaps in front of your path.

“Wait!” Mark stops you with two hands urgently.

You stop now with a small shock spread on your eyebrows and a visible streak of annoyance in your eyes.

“Tutor me! I want you to tutor me,” Mark said with a little pant to those syllables he stressed out with a stretch. Those hands come down and it really looks like for a moment he was embarrassed to ask. As if he had no idea how to ask you.

That’s all he wanted from you. It was a tutoring lesson so he could boost his grade up. Because lord knows he needs a good number. Otherwise he is finished with this class.

Your eyes line themselves on the boy. “You want me to tutor you?” You repeated back, Mark gave a simple nod. “Why me? You could have asked someone else.”

He furrows those eyebrows. “You seem- cool enough.” Mark then paused and panicked. Your expression seems unhappy by that anticlimactic response. “I mean! Your notes are cool and easy to understand. You explain things well.”

Well that came out wrong, what he wanted to say is you’re cool enough and you’re the smartest in the class. He doesn’t think he ever saw you get a bad grade.

Deep in your heart you couldn’t say no. Mark seems to be desperate for your help and you technically had an alternative motive. As bad as that sounds you can actually imagine losing your first deed to Mark. He was handsome, without a doubt you maybe fantasised getting off to him before. You don’t want to admit it but you did it more than once.

He was the new boy, wild and bright. Radiant and sweet. He was respectful, popular with everyone he hardly has any enemies. No one could hate a guy like Mark. He was a foreign exchange student from Canada and what more, he was an amazing soccer player last year. He won for your school club a trophy. He’s done pretty remarkable things.

Except his classes, which he severely needs your help with.

Sitting down in your bedroom, you constantly glance over to Mark who was sitting on the other end of your bed writing down on his notebook. To which your mind was at a war between asking him if he wants to do something else or if you should leave your stupid idea behind.

You are lost on how to approach the idea to him. You can’t just say ‘Hey let’s sleep together!’ And look like a sane person. Because that’s the opposite of normal. You barely know the guy too.

Your body lifts up your sweater and you nervously laugh it off. “Ahh it’s so hot, right? I should take this off.” Your hands pull off the warm fabric off your limbs and Mark looks up from his notes to glance at you. He looks at you for good three seconds.

The good look on your visible black tank top and cleavage exposing caught his eye but not enough for him to grasp your intentions. Instead Mark continues his work like the champ he was. Unbothered and gullible.

“Yeah? I feel normal.” Mark relies obliviously. You furrow your eyebrows and feel your stomach clench. Why was it so hard to ask Mark to have sex with you? It’s like the most difficult question for you.

And you never struggled with math questions before. You can’t believe it. Why was a simple risky move harder than school work.

He went back to doing his work. Thankfully you’re an amazing tutor so far your explanations did wonders for Mark. But you’re sat there staring at him with your eyes gawking.

You’re like an eagle pouncing, but you’re hesitant at the same time.

The boy did take notice of your stares and very acknowledged presence. But he didn’t know why and he doesn’t quite want to ask you, because what if that makes you pressured and embarrassed? Mark felt however very watched. Every movement of his pen. Every step of his breathing he makes on the same bed you’re sitting with him on.

It felt discomforting almost?

You clear your voice. “Mark have you ever had…” you pause because you’re suddenly getting to know how intrusive you are being. The boy’s head lifts up and he waits for you to finish.

“Have you ever had sex?” You begin again. You bite on your inner cheek which starts to make Mark flustered. From such a smart and disciplined girl you really have a way of starting conversations.

Mark nodded. “Yeah. Did you?”

Even if it was an inappropriate comment, Mark didn’t lie about it and he answered you truthfully. The boy didn’t know what to say at first. But what’s the harm in saying yes?

You don’t reply and you move a little closer to Mark holding your knees against your chest. Wearing shorts came in handy because Mark can see a full outline of your beautiful legs.

“What was your first time like?” You ask without answering him. Mark raised up his eyebrow thinking to himself. “Uhh,” he sits up on the mattress.

Mark brushed the pen down on the notebook. “I think it was with my girlfriend at the time.” You fully expected him to say some chick at the party but knowing his ex girlfriend was his first time, made this somehow really sweet and romantic.

Mark mumbles. “But what was your like?”

Your lips fell in a thin line. In an embarrassing way you turn away your gaze when your reply hits the taller quick.

“Mark I am a virgin,” You said it with a moment of clarity. He wasn’t sure why you’re still a virgin when you’re decently attractive and hella smart.

It somehow doesn’t make any sense.

Mark’s mouth drops like an umbrella sheet. “No way.” And you nod to show its the truth. Mark laughs a bit not in a mocking way but in a sense of disbelief to lighten up your mood.

He could tell you’re almost ashamed but he didn’t think that’s anything to be ashamed of. In any case he wonders if that’s a positive more than a con.

“Hey Y/n that’s not a bad thing you know that right?” He nudges your arms with his elbow with a smile.

You sigh a little. “I know but I want to experience it. I don’t really care about my virginity that much.”

“So how come you’re still a virgin? You’re pretty and smart.” Mark chuckles, he didn’t quite understand it. If you wanted to lose your virginity card so badly how come you still have it?

Your eyes look at him, your chance to tell him how clueless you are when it comes to sex arises. A part of you don’t want to tell him you’re bad at sex because that’s really embarrassingly stupid. Or the fact that you have no idea how to do anything. You can’t even figure out how kissing goddamn works!

You swallow down your own emotions. “I have no idea how to have sex.”

Moments later your eyes have glued together in what seems to be a staring competition. Mark didn’t think you’d be completely clueless. It came so naturally to him when he was about to do it for the first time. To you this was like a big deal.

Mark comes forward mumbling nervously. “You don’t know how to kiss either?” You shake your head a no.

The boy was silent until his eyes fell down to your lips. They look pretty, they seem very red and plum. He couldn’t grasp it but the guts clench in a sudden contraction.

“Do you want me to teach you?” Mark starts to ask you. Your face fell to the ground or it rather feels like it. He read your mind.

He was so nervous about it, he didn’t want to come off like a freaking creep to you. Little does he know you were begging for this offer.

He trails. “You know — like exchange lessons? You helped me with science and I can help with sex lessons.”

That doesn’t sound too bad to you. The deal was appealing. Your eyes sparkle up and come forward to kiss his lips. When you did the first gesture this said a lot to the boy before you. You were agreeing. You didn’t back away, your eyes were glowing at the idea of him teaching you what to do during sexual encounters. And thus, he opens his mouth slipping in slowly his tongue. Caressing your soft untouched mouth was like a dream come true. You were like melting ice the moment your mouth felt the warmth of the salivas mixing in as one. The kiss was slow at the beginning but occasionally you got the hang of the pace and Mark decided to spice it up.

He had to spice it up for you. Mark wanted to show you how it really is. What it really awaits you. The kiss springs from the bottom, a sudden piercing movement shocks you causing your moans to fall off.

Did he just bite your bottom lip? He smirks at your reaction and pulls you down on the bed. Hovering above your lean shoulders those grabby hands touch on your waist to position you a little downwards to his liking.

Mark kissed your neck, your jawline, down the side to your ears and your shoulders once your top slips off leaving you in your bra.

Your bra was a pretty blue colour. Mark smiles at your chest in slight adoration. Your eyes took a glimpse of his eyes and his lips have small kisses to your chest, to the cleavage. In between your breasts he brushed his face into the softness of your pillows.

“You know I’m surprised you’re a virgin.” He begins quietly, travelling his mouth down to your stomach till your navel touches.

Your feet curl up. This was somehow nerve wrecking but it feels good? But it’s so slow and it’s like he’s bringing you to rest.

“Why?” You ask out quietly.

Mark mumbles when his fingers reach the very entrance of your panty lining. He stops at your abdomen monitoring the shorts he took off. Your panty matches the colour to your lovely bra. You feel so warm between the flat stomach, his fingers slip your panties down to your legs half way.

Eyes look up to see your face. “You strike me as someone who knows everything.” He might be right. You come across as reliable person.

But you don’t know everything unfortunately, you’re only human and you doubt that Mark knows absolutely everything too. You smile shyly and close your thighs together.

This was embarrassing. You never really went further than kissing someone badly before. He could see everything but the moment your legs shut him off Mark gave a small nudge with his hands to pull your thighs apart gently.

“No hiding Y/n come on? Open up for me.”

Your hands cover your face as your legs open up like two doors. Mark smiles in awe but you couldn’t see that. The boy kissed your entrance, like a peck to the lips until those same lips kiss the inner thighs. He loved seeing your legs trembling from nothing but nervousness.

You really are a small ball of wreck.

He quietly says. “You’re pretty down there why are you so worried?”

He didn’t quite understand what was making you this anxious and you shudder when his tongue does kitten lick motions to your pussy. You’re unable to make any sense of what just happened, but all you know is that this feels too good to stop.

Tongue traps at your nub flicking his motions in left and right directions: your pelvis subtly lifts off the bed to roll back. Mark hums against your entrance, he was devouring you as if it’s his first time too. It feels too good for you and that’s what’s making him get off the whole idea: You feeling good.

His tongue went inside your small hole giving it a few thrusts of his tongue. His nose pressed right against your clit. Your burning hot skin flushes his face and your thighs squeeze when your stomach clenches so tightly. Without a warning you slip into oblivion.

Mumbling out highly. “Fuckfuckfuck m’gonna cum.”

Striving to give you the best orgasm of your life, Mark feverishly sucks on your edging pearl, your clit was practically swollen and this pushed you right off the edge just as he wanted you to. He was watching up at you from down there seeing your spine arch and your moans hit the back of your throat, so hoarse and sore. The way your eyes shut and your hands grip at anything nearby: the bed sheets, your breasts, his thick hair.

Pulling out of your wet slimey pussy from all the coating of saliva. You take a deep breath, Mark positions him above you he saw your bright reddish cheeks and your sparkling wet eyes. You look beautiful like this.

He whispers. “Do you still want to continue?”

Your mind was a fog but you never hesitated to reply to your classmate. “Yes, please.”

It’s definitely a sight to see. You’re being so adamant about it. Mark leans down and pulls down his rock solid crotch out. Those jeans slipped off and it leaves an ugly feeling when you’re hard in jeans.

It feels like a big weight lifted from him when it comes off. The boy sits back and gave you a glance as if he is telling you to come forward.

“Do you want to take the boxers off?” You heard him ask you. Your eyes light up and with your small hands pulling off his boxers. Mark gave you a dark gaze when his large cock springs up against his stomach. Your mouth waters just looking at it.

Your stomach made a small butterfly clutch too. You look at him in panic. “Whoa wait, will that fit?” You sound so dumbfounded. But Mark grinned and he rubs your thighs reassuringly.

“It can, it will. Trust me on this I’m the teacher here.”

He was right he was the teacher here and you’re just a mere helpless virgin. You lay down on the bed sheets when Mark moves on top of you his hard tip had to do a few teasing streaks on your entrance. You were anticipating him to just ram it in — but he wasn’t.

You were just impatient and Mark was a very patient guy who didn’t want to rush a process like this. At least for now he doesn’t have anywhere to be, what’s the rush right?

The tip was pushed out and back in, it was like a car reverse and driving forward. Your entrance was locked tight so Mark wants to stretch you out with just the tip. He had a feeling he might have to use two fingers before anything else is to happen. The boy pressed his thumb and rubs your clit. You mumble out a whine, and then his singular finger goes inside you just to do a little stretch here and there. The second finger was when it starts to feel too good for you. Your eyes shut and your voice starts to feel good.

He made his hand shake a little and then come out. Only for his tip to slip in fully in you and then gradually expand his shaft inside your pussy. You feel good, Mark was addicted to the feeling of his cock buried in your velvety new walls.

He grunts, his breath shaking. “Ah fuck Y/n, you feel better than i thought you would.”

It took every ounce of his body not to rut against you like a wild fucking beast, Mark moves up against your stomach. Your hands tremble upwards to hold his forearms.

“Mh! Fuck, it kind of hurts.” Your voice murmurs and the boy had his attention all on you. He was watching only your face when his body did the moving thing. When you told him it kind of hurts, Mark had a feeling the pain will turn to pleasure soon for you. All he could do was give a small ‘shh’ and a kiss on the forehead for you.

You’re kind of glad Mark is your first. He seems to be gentle and loving enough for this. If it was anyone else you don’t think they would be as supportive as he was to you.

A simple kiss on the forehead made your worries disappear. And you let him rut against your pussy that squelches on his shape, taking every single inch of his cock until he was balls deep.

He was right, the pain did turn to pleasure real soon.

He brushed some of your hair back from your face as his thrusts connect to his pivoting muscles and hips. Mark admires your honesty expressions too, he couldn’t help himself. You were pretty even in this state.

The boy brushed down your jawline, he leans to capture a kiss on your lips. Your voice slips off like a breathy breeze. “Mark — feels too good.”

He smiles down at you. “I know,”

Your thighs wrap themselves on his waist and that brought him deeper in a whole new position when he is pushing in your loving arms. And then you feel a strong urge in the stomach, something that’s about to explode.

Your eyebrow ends connect, furrowing. “M’think I’m gonna cum…”

You didn’t exactly know but the feeling was so intense it overlaps your hearing and your brain goes back moments later after the surging sensation washes over you.

Mark feels you cumming right on his cock, he grits his teeth together jawline attached with his remaining strength.

“Me too, I’m close, hold on.” He mumbles lowly until he fucks himself just enough to pull out of you and then flick his wrist down the shaft to paint you of his cum on your bare stomach.

Deeply breathing the boy pulls back on the bed, you achingly sit up with a small groan. You never felt your body become this sore.

Your eyes watch Mark as the boy brushed back his hair with his hand. You both look like visible messes. Sweating and panting.

Your lips curve into a small smile. “So, do you need help with anything else in your classes?”

Mark gave a visible chuckle somehow it feels like you’re going to be more of a distraction when you’re going to tutor him than he likes to believe.

“Uhh, let’s see.” He replies, looking at the studying materials you guys left unattended on the floor. Scattered is the right word more like.

“I think I prefer to Exchange Lessons.” He admits, causing you to chuckle.

Mark thinks you do too, considering you’re not disagreeing.

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WORD COUNT- 17,907

GENRE- fluff | friends-to-lovers!au | co-worker!au (literally jus the beginning) | sprinkle of angst but in a good way?? (jk there’s like two scenes w like actual angst lol) | kinda slice of life?

CHARACTERS/PAIRING- single dad!jeong jaehyun x fem!reader

INTRODUCTION- you were his everything, as was he to you…. in which jaehyun recalls all the moments he’s spent with you and his daughter. a lifetime of endearment and a lifetime of his little family. a lifetime full of never ending love <3.

TAGLIST- @bbhmystar

disclaimer- none of this depicts real life or jaehyun. again, nothing is ever explicit but i don’t want people to feel uncomfortable!

a/n- based on ‘lifetime’ by justin bieber. jus a sucker for single parent!au’s w jaehyun :) (not proofread lol)

It was all consensual… but it was a stupid mistake that teenager Jaehyun had made when fornicating with his now ex-girlfriend. When she found out that she was pregnant, thanks to him (even though it takes two to tango), she was utterly outraged. Jaehyun, on the other hand, was not as upset. Of course now he had more responsibilities than ever, but he was happy that the child was conceived, even at the young age he was and even if the baby was an accident. Jaehyun’s ex-girlfriend was moody the entire pregnancy and far on afterwards and she soon turned into the psycho ex he did not want her to be. Truly, he thought she would get some help and continue to be in their baby’s life, but she proved him otherwise. He never let her see their daughter after that scene, it wasn’t safe and he did not want his daughter to see her own mother, who was too unstable to stay in her daughter’s life and watch her grow up.

Only staying in their daughter's life for about eleven months, Jaehyun had enough of his ex-girlfriends bullshit and took full custody of their daughter, Jeong Haewon. Though his parents weren’t particularly happy with the decisions his hormones had made, they were not upset about their delightful granddaughter which came from their only child, Jeong Jaehyun.

It was unfortunate that he had to grow up so quickly, but he had to make a good living so that his daughter does not have to live the life he would never wish upon anyone, even his ex-girlfriend. He also did not want to rely on his parents forever, they had already done so much for him and Haewon. He decided to have unprotected sex and he will deal with the consequences of his actions. It was fortunate enough for him to realize this at an early age.

Haewon was an angel sent from Heaven. He loved her more than anything in the world, and she would always be the owner of his little teenage dad heart.

°•. ✿ .•°

Twenty-year-old Jaehyun was in the bathroom, getting ready for his one o’clock interview for NEO Incorporated, humming along to some of the baby tunes he had put on to distract two-year-old Haewon for a measly ten minutes. He was running a little earlier than he had thought which helped him out in the end— since he wanted and needed this job very badly— and luckily, his parents were open that day to take care of his daughter (of course, they would drop all the things they were doing that day to take care of her when Jaehyun was being a responsible father.)

He was supposed to first, take a tour of the company, go through the different departments which he was able to choose from (he already knew he was going to interview for the performance directing team thanks to the NEO Inc. website and application), and lastly came the interview of which he was shitting bricks for. However, he did get to graduate college very early thanks to the college courses provided at his high school despite being a teen dad. So he had that in his favor.

Just as he was done fixing the tie to his suit, the apartment door knocked indicating that his parents were there and were ready to pick Haewon up and spend time with her for the day.

“Haewon! Grandma and grandpa are here!” he shouted from the doorway as she exclaimed in joy putting on her little lilac sweater with her socks on half of her foot. His mother had walked through the entryway and knelt down in front of her granddaughter as Jaehyun and his father had caught up with a bit of talking.

“Ah, my Haewonnie!” shared his just as excited mother as she took Haewon into a hug. Knowing that he would always have his parents' support would always be the highlight of his dad life.

After chit-chatting for a mere five minutes, Jaehyun’s parents and daughter walked out the door as he looked in the mirror once more before putting on his shoes and walking towards his car which was parked in the garage. The company was not far from his home, both located in the heart of the hustle and bustle of the city in Seoul. Though he may not have lived that far from the company, the traffic was beyond compare and he kept finding himself constantly looking at the clock. Of course, he didn’t want to be late and fuck the whole thing up before it even started.

Luckily for him, it seemed as though some sort of God had listened because the rest of the ride to NEO Inc. went fairly smoothly. However he did sit in his car for a few extra minutes to calm down his beating heart and calm down the paranoia that comes along with parenthood. Haewon was in good hands and hopefully he would be too.

As he walked into the lobby of the company he hoped to work at, he was faced with the interns taking their fair share of the tour. One intern in particular had caught his eye but he had thought nothing of it. Jeong Jaehyun found many different people attractive at many different times, even if it was during an important time like this. But that didn’t mean anything.

Or so he thought.

°•. ✿ .•°

It was a whirlwind of a morning for twenty-two-year-old Jaehyun and four-year-old Haewon. Both of these Jeong’s had woken up on the later side that morning and were now in a rush to complete their morning routines before they were off to work and school.

It was only November and that indicated Haewon’s third month into her little kindergarten class (technically it was sort of a pre-school.) Just the thought of Haewon already attending school made his heart completely shatter. But now was not the time to think about that since they both woke up a few minutes too late and now everything was out of shape.

Jaehyun was in the middle of trying to tie his little daughter's hair while she was brushing her teeth with his tie half done when he got a call from none other than his best co-worker: you. He put his phone on speaker mode so that he didn’t have to constantly hold his phone in his already busy hands.

“Hey, you’re not here yet? Is anything wrong? Did something happen to Haewon?” You bombarded him with questions he can’t fully comprehend at the moment.

You’d actually never met the little girl, you’ve only been told stories by her admirable father. Jaehyun was an expert in child care by now.

“No, I'm sorry. Haewon and I woke up a bit late today and we’re kinda rushing. It’s no worries but we’re just trying to hurry before the both of us are late,” he tried to explain to you after he finished tying her hair and was getting ready to re-do his tie.

“Oh okay. Do you want me to get you a coffee? I can just leave it by your desk.” You were a complete lifesaver.

He gasped out, “Yes please, it’d be very much appreciated.”

“Of course, your usual, right?”

“Yes. Thank you so much Y/N. I owe you.” He finished doing up his tie and walked out into the living room where both he and his daughter were trying to put on their socks.

“No, don't worry about it. Tell Haewon I said hi.”

“Hi Y/N!” She exclaimed with the mention of her name.

Haewon was also no foe to you. Although the two of you have never met in person, Jaehyun had spoken of you to his daughter a number of times. And his daughter was incredibly intelligent at only the age of four so for her it was easy to say that she liked you without even having to meet you. Which he was thankful for, as Haewon had admitted her feelings about you to her father (even though the two of you had only spoken through the phone.)

“Hi Haewonnie! How’s school so far?” You started a conversation with the little girl.

Jaehyun was glad that you had distracted her so that he could finish getting ready and help Haewon get ready and pack her lunch for the day.

“Alright, I’ll be there in a few. I just need to drop off Haewon and I’ll be there.”

“No worries, take your time. Bye Haewon!” You bid goodbye to the little family. To which the both of them said goodbye and soon they were on their way to start their day.

—

The two of you started off as barely co-workers. You and Jaehyun were two of the final interns that passed the exams and interviews that NEO Inc. presented. And it was just easy for the two of you to get along.

Many of your other co-workers had seen Jaehyun as eye-candy, which was just a part of human life. And although he was beyond flattered that so many people had found him attractive, it's not what he had in mind when he started working.

It also didn’t help the fact that he was a single father that was enamored by his daughter. He always put her needs before his and it awed the people he shared those moments to. Including you.

Jaehyun had always kept a picture of his daughter on his desk. She took up almost all of his social life but he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Of course, after a year or so of being employed in the company, he started to finally date around, being stable enough to hire a babysitter or having a babysitter open to watch his daughter. Surprise, surprise, that babysitter was you (sometimes.)

Now, you never minded that Jaehyun took some of his free time to go off and date around or even have a couple one night stands— you never really knew what he did but you knew he needed a breather here and there. He was human and he was a single father. He needed the break sometimes and you were there to watch his daughter whenever you were free. He would forever be thankful to have you by his side. And luckily he trusted you enough around his daughter (not that you would have done anything bad with her.)

It was until one fateful night when he came home a little later than usual. Yet at the same time, a little sadder than usual.

“Hey. Anything wrong?” You asked, immediately sensing the tension he carried all the way home from who knows where.

“I’m fine. Date just didn’t go as planned. How was Haewon? I’m sorry I came home later than what I said,” he rambled. He told you all about how he was ready for Haewon to meet the one he thought he was going to bring home. Things kind of escalated at the restaurant they were at and were at the brink of hooking up until she saw the home screen of Jaehyun's phone. She was confused and asked about the girl in the photo. And immediately, it ticked off his father's senses and he knew this wasn’t going to work out. Like at all.

“No, don't worry about it. People are shitty. But she was fine. She was great, like always. Wouldn’t stop talking about you but when does she ever not talk about you.” You joked with him. He laughed, enjoying the fact that his daughter loved him almost as much as he loved her.

“I think I’m gonna pause on my love life for a while. I haven’t been in the game since I had Haewon and I think it’d be best to let things happen to me naturally. And if it doesn’t, that’s also okay. I’m fine with staying a single dad,” he explained to you although you never pushed him to say or admit anything to you.

You and Jaehyun were friends. That’s it. Buds, even. So you found it kind of useless for him to explain his clearly complicated love life to someone he met at work a year ago. But then again, he wouldn’t have been on that date and realized all the things that were wrong with other people if he didn’t meet you.

You. You. You. Although Jaehyun was the single father, it seemed as though his life also revolved around you. He’s only known you for a year, yes, but this was the closest relationship he had ever had since having his baby.

And then it finally clicked.

°•. ✿ .•°

Oh, darlin', there's not much that you can say

To stop me from fallin' in like I am

If you were to tell the you from three years ago that you’d be here, you would call bullshit on everything. Currently, you were sitting at a dinner table on the pier with the Jeong’s: Jeong Jaehyun followed by Jeong Haewon.

Almost two years ago you quit your job at NEO Inc. and now you’re working full time as a marketing manager under Dreamlab Management. And in those two years, you and Jaehyun had kept in contact quite often. It was only a matter of time before feelings erupted from either of your hearts and now, here you were. You and Jaehyun had now been dating for a little bit over a year and it’s been the best year you’ve ever experienced with the family.

“Oh! Look Haewon!” you pointed to the seven-year-old girl. On the dock, there was a seagull eating the leftovers from the people who were enjoying their dinner— yet wasting their food— outside.

Without thinking, Haewon took a piece of the bread and threw it onto the dock, in hopes to see the seagull a bit closer. It worked. Until you interrupted her little Disney princess moment.

“Haewon don’t do that. You’ll attract them and soon we’ll be swarmed by a flock of seagulls,” you warned her.

Jaehyun watched as she sat on your lap looking toward the ocean. You were so good with children and you were incredible with Haewon. He made the right decision to continue a potential life with you. And with no doubt in his mind, he knew you would be there for him and Haewon until the day you die. And she wasn’t even your child.

Without much hesitation, Jaehyun booked a month's worth of an airbnb on Jeju Island for a getaway from the city and a more intimate place for the three of you to bond together (even though the three of you had bonded over the many courses of years you’d known each other.) This was the second day you’d been here and although you appreciated him spending his time to book a mini vacation, you declined, not wanting him to spend that long of a vacation and that much of his money for a simple trip down south. But to him, he didn’t care at all. He would spend countless amounts of money on the two girls that impacted his life the most. Of course, he was just blinded by love. But what he felt was more than love, especially watching the two of you.

So, as he watched you spend time with his daughter, and act protective of her, his love was only quintupled. And that was the thing. You were incredibly protective over Haewon, but you never tried to over-step and act like her straight-up mother. That was just too much. You knew what you were doing and you knew Jaehyun knew what you were doing. You weren’t going to act as if she was your own daughter and be all overbearing, but you knew the limitations and the rules which Jaehyun followed regarding his daughter. And you respected both Jaehyun and Haewon. Again, not as a mother or a wife, but as a best friend that knew the boundaries. Which, obviously, you weren’t a best friend to Jaehyun but you were a best friend to Haewon, and he appreciated that you didn’t try to substitute yourself as her mother or even a motherly figure. It was a little too soon for that, right?

With his chin resting on his palm, he watched the two of his most important girls giggling and playing, looking at the scenery before you and making sure Haewon ate her food. A loud chuckle escaped his lips when watching the two of you, which made you turn to him.

“What are you laughing at, mister?” You raised a brow before whispering something in Haewon’s ear.

“Dad, are you gonna eat? Or are you gonna stare at us all day?” Haewon cheekily said, which only made him smile brighter.

Slowly, he lifted his chin from his palm and reached over the table to grab her tiny hand.

“Of course I’m gonna eat, baby. I’m just admiring the life that I have right now.” He playfully winked at her before moving his eyes toward you, who was softly smiling at the way he simply talked to Haewon.

“And you,” he also raised his eyebrows, “you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Daddy! You said that about me!” The girl whined.

You laughed and pushed his hand away from her to which he dramatically put his hand on his chest, gasping all the while.

“Well, guess what dad? Y/N’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me too!” She cheered, turning to you and taking your face in her hands, squishing your cheeks while you laughed aloud.

“No fair! She was mine first.”

“Nuh-uh!” She stuck her tongue out and hid her face in your chest.

“Yes-uh!”

God, you could never get enough of these two.

—

It was now nine p.m. and Haewon was in the shower and getting ready for bed. As she sang some of her favorite tunes, you and Jaehyun sat on the sofa in the living room listening to the beautiful girl sing her heart out through the walls.

The sound of her voice made the two of you laugh as you peered out onto the patio which overlooked the ocean, the moon, and the stars.

“You are so amazing,” he complimented.

You laughed and replied, “I know. You don’t have to tell me.”

Playfully, he hit your thigh as you yelped and latched onto his arm, refraining him from doing it again. “I was joking, I'm sorry!” You shouted in mercy.

He just gave you the sweetest smile and carefully rubbed the stinging skin of your thigh of which he slapped. He hit you lightly, but it caught you off guard.

“I’m being serious, though. You’re so good with Haewon and she literally loves you to the moon and back. I’m really grateful you’re here with us…” he started. “Or else she and I would be a lost cause.”

You snicker and reply, “Of course Jae. Womanly instincts, I guess.” You laughed, “I’ll always be here for you and Haewon. Always have been.” You looked over to the man who was sitting to your left.

With each second, the two of you inched closer and closer. Lips begin to magnet toward each other until the bathroom door is opened and Haewon’s footsteps echo in the open concept house.

“Are you guys watching a movie without me?!” Exclaimed Haewon. She squeezed herself in between the two of you, passing the towel to her father and grabbed the remote from the table.

Willingly, Jaehyun took the towel in his hands and started to help dry his daughter's wet hair while you took the remote from Haewon’s hand and turned on the TV for her, putting on ‘The Little Mermaid.’ It was fitting to show that movie considering where the three of you were at that moment.

After the scene where Ariel goes up to the surface to talk to her seagull friend, Scuttle, Jaehyun lets you shower first.

Once you finished your shower, it was now Jaehyun’s turn to wash up and it was your turn to watch the movie with Haewon. With your hair up in a towel to help dry it faster, you cuddle with Haewon on the couch. She was so close to calling it a night and so were you.

When Jaehyun is finished with his shower, and is also rubbing his towel in his hair, he finds the two of his princesses on the couch, knocked out cold. He endearingly smiled before picking up Haewon and carefully placing her in one of the bedrooms she’s been staying in since you came to Jeju Island two days ago. Then, he walked back into the living room and tried to squeeze himself in between your arms where Haewon was previously laying.

With the sudden movement; as well as the dip in the sofa, you slowly stir awake to be met with the most handsome face you’ve ever seen in your life. Jaehyun smiles at this as you stretch your limbs and yawn, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders as he now rested against your chest.

“How long was I out for?” You asked.

“Hmm, maybe fifteen minutes? Cmon now, let’s get you to bed. We have a big day tomorrow,” he carried you to the master bedroom, ready to get a good night's rest.

He placed you down in bed and removed the towel from your head. But for some reason he just couldn’t go to sleep. All he wanted to do was cherish the moments he had with Haewon and with you. Maybe this trip was what he needed.

As he took in as much as he could of you in the moonlight, he just couldn’t fathom the fact that he was head over heels with you. He couldn’t fathom the fact that Haewon seemed to like you more than him, her own father. But he wouldn’t have had it any other way, because if he was Haewon, he would like you more too. Or maybe he was biased. Maybe they were both biased. No wonder why Haewon was his child. She was an exact copy of him. From the little accent in the way she talks to the dimples that reside on either side of her cheeks as she smiles.

He didn’t want this moment to go away. He didn't want you to go away. Even though he knows you wouldn’t and couldn’t.

Before he was even aware of his feelings, they were always sort of there for you. In the tiniest of ways he cared, the feelings of love were always present within his heart. Especially for you. Haewon was his number one girl. But you were coming in hot— from the moment your eyes lit up whenever he brought up his daughter.

He was already this deep and he didn’t know what he would do without you. He didn't know what Haewon would do without you. Although he and Haewon already had a close relationship as it is, he felt as though you were the glue to the father-daughter relationship he had with her. He was completely and utterly thankful that you stumbled upon his life because you truly were the best fit for his family. His heart wrenched at the thought of growing old and having a family with you, even if it was too early to have those thoughts.

As he watched you twitch your eyebrows in your sleep, he knew that he was down-bad. Nothing would ever stop the overflowing amount of emotions that filled his heart when even just a picture of you with Haewon flashed in his mind.

Nothing would ever stop him from loving you wholeheartedly.

°•. ✿ .•°

Oh, darlin', even waves can't wash away

Our names in the sand, never could, never can

It had been a few days since the overwhelming thoughts he had of you. Overwhelming not in a bad way, but overwhelming in the best way.

The plan was to go to the beach (which was just a walking distance from the back patio door.) It was a little too late though. In the middle of Haewon writing her name, her dad’s name— aka dad— and your name, thunder rumbled through the sky and you and Jaehyun knew that it was time to return back into the house soon.

It was only a matter of time before the rain started pouring on the three of you. Rushing to go inside, Haewon whined and threw the tiniest tantrum. She wanted to be out in the rain, playing in the sand.

“Haewonnie, if you want to go outside you can. But you’re going to get sick and as of right now, we can’t afford that. Would you really want to get sick when your dad planned for us a special vacation for a month?” You tried to reason with her.

And understanding your reasoning, Haewon agreed with you and apologized for whining, “I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to. I know you want me to be safe.”

You smiled at her and patted down her hair before saying, “Don’t just apologize to me, baby. Apologize to your daddy too. He deserves it more than me right now, okay?”

You were kneeling down to be the same size as her and Jaehyun watched the interaction with you and Haewon go down. He watched with his arms crossed and his dimples pressing hard into his face. He was so in love with you. Although you weren’t a mother and didn’t know the struggles of motherhood (let alone being pregnant), you were the greatest female figure he wanted Haewon to have.

His daughter rubbed her eyes as he knelt down in the same position as you did. He took her small face in his hands and helped her wipe whatever was on her face off of it, softly smiling at the human being he created.

“I’m sorry daddy. I didn’t mean to get upset with you and Y/N. I know you did a lot to plan this trip for us,” she sniffled, the emotions getting to her heart, almost sad that her dad could be upset at her for whining earlier despite the utterly angelic smile on his face as she apologized to him.

He patted her hair down as well, with his right hand as he kept his left hand on her face, rubbing her cheek.

“It’s okay, baby. I know you want to be outside but it’s a little too dangerous. For now we can stay inside and watch movies, okay?” He said in the softest voice. His heart melted at the sight of his daughter.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” She said one last time before Jaehyun kissed her on her forehead and picked her up to sit on the kitchen island, you following right behind, your heart softening at the duo.

“It’s okay, my love. You can stop apologizing now, yeah? Y/N and I appreciate your apology, don’t we?” He looked over his shoulder to see you, reaching out his arm for you to grab. You walked closer to the pair and Jaehyun wrapped his arm around your waist, looking at you lovingly as you talked to his child.

“Of course I do, my love,” you pushed a piece of hair out of her face. “Now, let’s cook up some dinner shall we? I bet you’re hungry.”

Jaehyun wiped the tear that fell from her eye as he smiled fondly at Haewon.

“Don’t cry, baby. Why are you crying, my love?” The pitch in his voice, slightly higher than before.

Instead of answering him, she let go of the sobs she had been holding in. The scene made you pout unconsciously. She was just too cute to handle. And Jaehyun was such a good father.

Picking her up again, Jaehyun carried her in his arms as she sobbed into his shoulder while he rubbed her back up and down. Just watching the whole thing made you want to cry. They were both so gentle toward each other it made your legs weak.

Haewon sobbed some more as Jaehyun cupped the back of her head with his left hand. He mouthed ‘let’s go to the room’ to you, assuming to help him calm her down. You nodded and followed him to Haewon’s room for the time being.

He sat down on the bed with his back resting against the headboard, you following him and doing the same. You sat on his left, the same side where Haewon was hiding.

Carefully, Jaehyun detached his daughter from his shoulder as he made her look into his eyes. Her nose was red and her eyes were slightly puffy. He looked at her with the softest eyes you had ever seen as he rested both of his hands on her face, continuing to wipe the tears that stained her chubby cheeks.

“I love you okay?” He said, kissing her forehead once more. “Y/N loves you too. We’re not mad at you, baby. I want you to know that. I don’t want you crying anymore.” He pushed her messy hair away from her face and behind her ears.

The little girl nodded, still hiccuping from the sobs. “I love you too, daddy. I’ll stop crying now. I’m a big girl.”

The father ‘awh’s’ at his child before wrapping his arms around her once more and playfully rocking her back and forth in his arms, making her giggle loud enough for you to hear.

“My poor baby.” He lets his left arm go free as he wraps it around your body, pulling you closer to him. You lean onto his left shoulder as Haewon still hides her face in the middle of his chest.

His two babies.

—

Soon enough Haewon is out for a nap and you and Jaehyun are in the living room with the TV quietly playing Lilo and Stitch. It was Haewon’s favorite Disney movie. It was yours as well. So, naturally, Jaehyun had to live with it constantly on replay but for his girls he would do anything. The meaning behind the movie was beautiful as well, it reminded him of his family, and how important it was to him.

Turning his head from the TV to you, he embraced you in his grasp with his head resting between your chin and shoulder. Slowly and softly he kisses your neck, not in a sexual way at all. Just in a ‘I’m grateful to have you’ kind of way.

“Thank you so much for being there for Haewon. And being a role model for her to look up to,” he breathed out, showing his face to you again.

You played with the hair at the back of his neck, slightly laughing, “You don’t have to thank me. You know I’d be here for Haewon. And that I care for her as if she was my own. You know that I care about you too. So, so much. You’re an amazing partner but you’re an even more amazing father.”

Jaehyun kissed you on the forehead, “Should we just order takeout for dinner then?”

“Of course we can. Order something Haewon is able to eat,” you remind him. Last time he ordered food and Haewon didn’t eat any of it because she didn’t like it.

He laughed, “Yes, I know, love. Thank you.”

—

The three of you had dinner quite early. It was five p.m. and the rain had stopped for a while, so Jaehyun suggested eating outside on the patio and then Haewon could play in the sand again. Of course Haewon agreed to eat outside. She loved nature. She loved the beach. Especially out in the city, there aren’t many beaches to resort to, so she loved staying in Jeju.

When she was finished with her food she went back to the sand where she was previously playing before the storm had started. Although it was a harsh storm, it was a fairly quick one that went away in twenty minutes.

“Look! Our names are still in the sand!” She pointed out with the stick in her hand. “Dad! Y/N! Come look!” And she was right.

It was weird to see that after a bad storm, the imprints of your names were still in the sand.

Subconsciously, Jaehyun smiled. It seemed as if the beach, or rather the storm, knew that nothing could ever wash away the way he feels about the people he surrounded himself the most with.

°•. ✿ .•°

Oh, darlin', there's no word that can describe

The way that I feel, tonight

The Jeju trip that Jaehyun had planned was soon coming to an end and for tonight he planned a small cookout in the back of the airbnb. He made you and Haewon stay home while he went out and bought all of the necessities he needed for the barbecue. He wanted to surprise you both with the cookout but he also bought some sparklers and glow sticks for when the dark cascaded the sky. Jaehyun had also bought some film for the polaroid he brought on the trip (all the film he brought was done by the time seven days passed.)

By the time he got back, the sun was slowly starting to set. You and Haewon helped him carry the groceries as he got the grill ready.

“Dad! You bought sparklers?!” Said Haewon full of excitement. He knew she would love the sparklers. When he saw them in the store, he immediately thought of his daughter so he just had to buy them.

“I did, my love. We can light them up later, when it gets darker,” he replied to her, seasoning all of the meat in the bowl.

The little girl just nodded enthusiastically as she went to play in the sand not far from where you were sitting. You could never get enough of this little family.

You watched Haewon as she made continuous sand castles, with a smile etched on your face. Jaehyun noticed and it made him smile.

“You love her so much, don’t you?” He interrupted the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

You laughed and looked over to him cooking the meat.

“I do. She’s such a beautiful and intelligent little girl. You raised her so well, Jae. I’m so proud of you.” His eyes appeared doe-like. Like all the universes that could fit in his eyes, were for you and his daughter.

Sure, he’s been told that he raised her well and that people are proud of him for raising a baby girl as a single father, but it just sounds and feels so incredibly different when those words escape your lips. He was so infatuated with you it almost hurt.

“I love you so much,” he let out. It made you smile even more.

“I love you too, you dork.” He laughed at the joke you made. He was a dork. But he was your dork. God, that was such a dorky thing to say.

—

“Okay! Food is ready. Girls come eat!” He called out to where you and Haewon were near the water. She said she was getting hot and wanted to play in the ocean. With the approval her father gave, you followed her to the water as she played and splashed all she wanted.

Jaehyun grabbed a towel for you and Haewon as he finished setting the table, grabbing a lighter from inside so that the sparklers would be ready to go. And grabbing the camera he had already refilled with the film.

It was now a bit darker than it had been before, so it was a bit chillier compared to when Jaehyun first started grilling. Haewon was a bit cold and the shivering just proved that she was ready to call the beach day a success.

“Come here, my love. Are you cold?” He reached out his arm toward Haewon, wanting her to sit on his lap to try and warm her up as she ate.

The little girl nodded and waddled to her father before climbing into his lap and sinking into the warmth he gave off. Jaehyun would do anything for her.

“Make sure to eat it all, baby. You want to have enough energy to play tomorrow, right? It is our last day here tomorrow,” he informed her.

“I will dad, don’t worry. Y/N, make sure you eat a lot too, okay! We can play together on the beach again tomorrow before we leave!” She looked at you with her cheeks stuffed with meat, rice, and a bit of veggies.

You covered your mouth as you laughed at the words the little girl said. “Of course I will. I will eat this any day if that means I get to play with you!”

Haewon just laughed, digging her baby chopsticks in the rice to put in her mouth.

The rest of dinner was filled with just talking between the father and daughter pair. You just sat across from them, smiling ever so lightly at the relationship that they had, not wanting to ruin the moment you would for sure keep in your mind as a memory forever.

This time, you were the one to chuckle at the pair before they laid their eyes on you, hearing the sound that escaped your mouth.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Haewon asked ever so gently, leaning back against her dad’s chest. Jaehyun looked up as well, the look of pure love coated over his features.

“Nothings wrong, baby. You two just look irresistible together. Here, let me take a picture of you two. For the memories.” You grabbed the polaroid on the side table and motioned for them to smile as you took the photo.

The picture was perfect. Both Jeong’s smiled brightly as they showcased the dimples that they shared on their cheeks. They were the cutest things to ever exist.

After the polaroid had some time to set, you showed the picture to Haewon as she giggled and showed the picture to her dad. He took the polaroid from her hands as he admired it. His daughter was the most beautiful little thing.

“Dad, we look so cute!” She squealed, taking the picture again, not getting enough of her and her father.

“We do, angel. You’re the cutest thing on planet Earth,” he squeezed her against him, afraid this moment was only a part of his dreams and he was going to wake up with no you and no Haewon.

“Daddy!” She said as he laughed and blew raspberries into her neck and tickled her.

Quickly, you took out the camera again and snapped another picture. A candid. They were always the best kinds of pictures.

With the sound from the camera, as well as the flash that covered them, they stopped what they were doing and looked over to you. You took the polaroid out from the camera and waited for it to dry.

“I’m gonna keep this one.” You said. Jaehyun’s smile widened as Haewon begged to at least see the picture once it’s completed setting.

Haewon was laughing at the candid picture you took of them and showed it off to her dad once more. He was happy— beyond happy— to have someone by his side to witness the amount of love he carried for the child.

“Okay, my two girls, let’s get the sparklers going and call it a night!”

Haewon cheered, climbing out of her dad's lap to the chair where he set down the sparklers in the first place. You followed her as Jaehyun grabbed the lighter. She was so excited to light them, but being the good girl that she was, waited for the ‘okay’ from either her father or you.

As she stood by the chair, her vision only focused on the box of sparklers, you grabbed it and opened it for her, taking one out and putting it in her hand.

Jaehyun carefully put the fire from the lighter on the sparkler stick. “Be careful, my love. I don’t want you to get burned.”

“I’m okay, dad,” she replied.

You got two out for you and Jaehyun as he lit up his daughter's sparkler. He took one from your hand and lit yours before he lit his. All three of you were playing with the explosion of light as the stars now covered the sky. Haewon screamed and cheered, the sparklers and her family giving her the extra serotonin boost.

Haewon’s went out first, but she waited until yours and Jaehyun’s went out before she asked her dad to light up another one. He knew what she wanted and lit hers up before lighting you another one.

Quickly, as you and Haewon were playing and writing names with the sparklers, he caught a picture of you two on the polaroid. Haewon laughed the most boisterous laugh as she waved the stick in the air. He was so glad she was having such a great time.

“Okay one more and we gotta go inside and all shower,” he informed. His daughter nodded her head as you got out another stick for her.

This time, though, you were on your knees next to her, admiring the pretty sparks the sparklers created. Haewon was beyond jovial with her life right now and the second picture that Jaehyun took proved that. Another candid.

He took the picture out and smiled at it, even though it hadn’t set yet.

“I’m keeping this one.”

But, he actually lit up one more for Haewon and you, the girl claiming she wanted a picture of you and her with the sparklers as well. When the picture came out, and the fire went out, she took the picture out of Jaehyun’s hand.

“Thank you daddy! We look so pretty in this, look Y/N!” She showed you.

God, the amount of things Jaehyun wanted to say just by looking at the two of you was absurd. But he wouldn’t even have the words to help him comprehend what he wanted to say. He stayed quiet as he watched his two girls, but his mind was going in directions he couldn’t even fathom.

Love was too vague of a word to describe the feeling that overtook him that night.

°•. ✿ .•°

Oh, darlin', I would walk that broken road

Time and time again if it led me to your hello

It was the following morning and the three of you woke up bright and early to enjoy a couple hours by the beach and then off to the airport to go back to the hustle and bustle of the city.

You were cutting up some leftover fruit from the fridge as the two Jeong’s played on the beach. You could hear their laughter from the kitchen and you subconsciously smiled, their laughter was your favorite sound.

You finished cutting up the fruit and took the bowl outside, not forgetting to put the little fruit forks in the bowl for the three of you. As they saw you walking outside with the bowl, the two of them ran toward you, seeing who could get to you first. Haewon won, and Jaehyun was pouty.

“I won! I won! I’m Y/N’s favorite!” She repeated to her father, taking the fork with a piece of watermelon and placing it in her mouth.

Jaehyun slumped in the chair, pouting. He also took a fork from the bowl and picked up a strawberry.

“No, fair baby. You cheated. Plus I’m Y/N’s favorite. Everyone knows that,” he sneakily messes with her. He knows the ways to get her upset. They just constantly fight over you.

They fought again. Betting to see which Jeong loved you more. Your heart swelled at the family.

“Okay enough you two! You’re both my favorite people ever! I can't choose,” you laughed, petting down Haewon’s hair.

“Yes you can, my love,” said Jaehyun to your left, picking up a fruit from the bowl and placing it in front of you, motioning you to eat it as he fed you.

His words made Haewon whine again. She will never back down from her father because, well, that’s her father.

“Choose me Y/N!” She exclaimed, raising her hand while jumping up and down.

“Okay, relax little thing! You’re my favo-” Jaehyun stopped you mid-sentence, acting as if you shot him through the heart.

“N-no… I’m….. h-h-her… f-fav-orite.”

Haewon laughs at her dad, apologizing to him that you chose her over him.

“It’s just the truth, dad. It’s okay to not be Y/N’s favorite,” she boasted.

Jaehyun was fully lying in the chair with his tongue stuck out. But then he got up and picked her up, spinning her around to get back at her. She screamed and laughed to her heart's content.

When it was time to finally leave, you and Jaehyun packed up the car as Haewon sat patiently waiting for you.

You put the last of your luggage in the trunk and closed the trunk door, ready to sit in the passenger side until Jaehyun stops you with his hand wrapped around your wrist.

You looked up at him to ask him what was the matter but all you could see in his eyes were the words ‘I adore you’ written all over them.

“What’s wrong, my love?” You asked as he unwrapped his gentle hold on your wrist.

“Thank you so much for this. I appreciate you more than you could ever know,” he reached up to rub his thumb against your right cheek.

“But why are you thanking me?” You laughed, “I love you too. More than words can ever express. But I think you need help.”

He smiled cheekily as he captured your lips with his. It was brief yet his lips lingered. It was soft yet held so much meaning.

“Maybe I do,” he finished just as Haewon rolled down the window and asked what was taking the two of you so long.

—

As Jaehyun helped his two girls board the plane to go back home, he had so much time to think about his life and what it had become.

You and Haewon were immediately knocked out in the plane seat as Jaehyun stayed awake. Replaying his favorite moments from the trip to Jeju, horrified that it was actually over and he had to go back to reality.

But he realized that the trip to Jeju solidified his feelings towards you and nothing will ever change that. You were an amazing person to travel with, especially with his daughter by your side. You were slowly clouding his brain and now the only people he could ever think about were his daughter and you.

You were staying over at the Jeong's residence for the next couple of days as you slowly got back to your routines of work and school. Haewon was beyond eager for you to sleep over the house for a couple nights. She absolutely adored the way you read her bedtime stories and tucked her in. She told you not to tell her dad, but she said that you were so much better at wishing her a good night than her father. To which you laughed and agreed.

The flight back home only took a little over an hour but the three of you were entirely exhausted. Once Jaehyun opened the door to his home, all of the luggage was pushed to the side as you all took off your shoes and went into the bedroom.

Haewon said she wanted to sleep with the two of you so you let her sleep in between you and Jaehyun, although he says that Haewon is a wild sleeper and should sleep in her own bed. But he wasn’t complaining, he loved getting the cuddles from his daughter but hated the occasional kicks she would give him in places where the sun doesn't shine.

The three of you slept peacefully and soundly as the hours passed by.

Jaehyun was the first person to wake up. The sun was slowly setting but the golden light that shone through the room painted yours and Haewon’s faces so perfectly. And, he could never get over it, but he thanked all of his lucky stars for granting him someone like you.

He hated that you had to see him when he was dating around and he hated coming home with a broken heart. But everything happens for a reason and maybe him going on those dates were the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Because if he didn’t go on those dates, who knows where he would be, romantically, right now.

Right now, all he wants to do is cherish every little thing in his life. He wanted to cherish you and most importantly, he wanted to cherish Haewon. Especially since she never had the mother she deserved. But he’s so immensely grateful that she has you, who was one thousand times better than her biological mother.

Though his journey was incredibly tough, he would do it again a million times if it meant that he would still find you. If it meant that his heart longed for yours. If it meant that it led him to your hello.

°•. ✿ .•°

You are my everything, I'd give up everything

The Jeong's residence was lacking in the food department, Jaehyun found out the following morning. Haewon was still groggy but she was even more groggy since she was hungry. She was hangry but there was absolutely no good food left in the fridge or pantry. Which led to a full grocery trip with the three of you.

Jaehyun had put her in the stroller to sit in while the two of you went grocery shopping. At first, Jaehyun was strolling her but she was getting antsy and begged her father for you to stroll her instead. And all went well for a little while until she started whining some more, claiming she wanted some sweets. Jaehyun had enough of her whining and carried her in his arms.

“Dad!! I want candy!” She complained as you passed the candy section.

He holds the back of her head as he mumbles against the crown of her head, “Stop whining right now. We’ll get you candy soon but if you’re a bad girl then you won’t get any candy.”

Haewon was incredibly hangry and her fathers words only worsened her mood. She cried even louder and squirmed in her dad's arms.

You looked behind you as you stopped strolling the cart, slightly laughing at the man and his daughter. He locked his gaze with you and sighed, not getting Haewon to stay still for the next thirty minutes. You opened your arms and he passed his daughter over to you.

This time, Jaehyun was the one in front of you while strolling the cart and you were holding the agitated Haewon in your arms.

“Y/N, I want candy,” she held your cheeks in her hand, trying to give you the best puppy-dog eyes.

You laughed, “Little thing. If you’re going to yell at your daddy and cause a ruckus in the market your candy’s gonna have to wait. We just got back from Jeju, right?” She nodded.

“Okay, and you were a good girl in Jeju, right?” She nodded once again.

“So you need to cooperate with your dad and with me. We’ll get you fed and we’ll get you your candy but you have to respect our grocery trips, okay? We’re all hangry right now.”

Jaehyun smiled in front of you, listening to the conversation you were having with his daughter. God, you were so good with her and she understood you as much as you understood her. He lacked in the motherly department but he was so incredibly content to have you by his side when Haewon was acting like this.

Haewon was quiet for a minute. Then she pursed her lips and sighed, “Okay, Y/N. I’m sorry I’m acting like this.” Jaehyun stopped in front of the produce section, pretending to look at which veggies looked the best to consume, when in reality he was still peeping on your little conversation with his daughter with a big smile on his face.

“Tell your dad that, too, my love. He doesn’t want you to disrupt others either. He just wants to do what’s best for you,” you kissed her cheek.

With that, Haewon turned around and called out to her father.

“Dad!” He turned around, the biggest smile still on his face, “I’m sorry I was disrupting you and Y/N, earlier. I’m just reaaalllyyy hungry. And I want something sweet to eat.”

He walked closer to the two of you. You were still holding her in your arms as she reached out to hug her dad. He also kissed her on the cheek, grateful that she understands the situation and glad that she learned from you.

“It’s okay, baby. I know we’re a little jet-lagged right now and we still want to be in Jeju, but I just want you to understand that we sympathize with you and that you don’t have to be angry,” he kissed her forehead this time.

“And thank you for voicing out your feelings. We’ll get you your food and candy soon, alright?” He patted down the fly-away hairs on her head. His daughter nodded and apologized once more.

Once he was done being focused on making sure Haewon was okay, he looked up and he saw the one person he didn’t ever want to see, standing behind you. Watching the whole thing.

He didn’t know how long she was standing and watching and he didn’t know if she even heard anything that they were saying. Hell, he didn’t know if it was really her but it damn-well looked like it.

He stared at her for a moment, neither of their eyes wavering until he leaned down and cupped your chin within his fingers to place the most delicate kiss to your lips. It’s been so long. And he wanted to finally show her that he was happier without her.

—

When you arrived home thirty minutes later, you and Jaehyun were putting the groceries away as Haewon was sitting in the living room watching TV and playing with her toys.

“Baby,” you called out to him. He hummed in response, trying to fit the ice cream in the freezer.

“What was that earlier?” You asked, getting up from your knees and tying the bag in a knot to put in the cupboard.

“Mh, what was what?” He closed the freezer door and also got up from his knees, now looking at you, opening the cupboard door and throwing the empty bag.

“The kiss earlier? I mean I know Haewon was upset and all but you didn’t have to kiss me. Especially like that in the grocery store. Plus you looked different,” you cringed at the mere thought of it, not wanting to be those kinds of couples in public.

Why did you have to know him so well? And why did you have to bring it up so soon? He was planning to tell you before you both went to sleep but now was the perfect time, he guessed.

“I saw Jiwoo earlier in the produce aisle. She was watching us,” he rubbed his hands against his face. Even just the thought of his baby-mama got him ticked off.

“Jiwoo? As in, Haewon’s mother, Jiwoo?” You were dumbfounded. After all this time, you had never seen her despite Jaehyun confirming she had never moved out of the city. Seven years passed by and neither had Jaehyun seen her in public. But he was honestly glad that she saw him with you and their daughter.

He snickered, “Yeah. Haewon’s mother, Park Jiwoo.”

The kitchen was dead silent for a moment before Jaehyun broke it, “Just wanted her to see what my life has become. I want to rub in her face that our child is happier than ever, living the best life, and that I’m dating the most phenomenal person ever. And just to show her that I am so fucking happy to be here right now.”

He walked closer to you and caged his arms around your figure, lifting one of his arms to push your hair out of your face.

You chuckled, he was being a little immature for doing that but you were still happy, nonetheless.

“I’m happy too. So fucking happy that I have you and I have Haewon by my side,” you leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips. But as you were about to pull away, he still held you close and locked his lips with yours once more. The two of you were locking lips for a hot minute until you heard small feet padding against the hardwood floors.

“Is it time to eat yet?”

—

You and Jaehyun cooked up a simple meal for dinner since everyone was beyond starving. But just as he was done eating, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He wiped his hands and checked to see the notification that popped up. It was an Instagram DM from, you guessed it, Park Jiwoo.

He placed his phone down before finishing up his meal and helped you clean the dishes and table and put away the leftovers in the fridge.

Twenty minutes had passed from dinner time and Haewon was fast asleep on the carpet in the living room. Her tummy was on display as her hair was all over the place. Quickly, you took a picture of her. She was too adorable.

Jaehyun was laying on the couch, watching whatever was playing on the TV— Pororo— while not actually watching it. The text message from his baby-mama, still on his mind and left a sour taste in his mouth.

“C’mere,” he said with open arms but a pout painted onto his face.

You placed your phone on the coffee table and returned his open arms while falling on his chest, your head now resting on his shoulder.

“I need to tell you something.”

His voice was serious and it made you immediately whip your head back up from his shoulder. There was definitely something that was bothering him from the tension in the room.

You looked at him with wide eyes, motioning him to continue to tell you what was wrong. He sighed and grabbed his phone from the table and opened up the social media app that has direct messages. He pulled it up and showed you the text message sent from his ex just a half-hour prior.

“‘Hey I see you’re happier now’?” You read her message aloud with a questioning tone.

You could tell on his face that he was pissed that she wanted to be in his life now. To be fair, she looked so much happier than when she did seven, eight, even nine, years ago and he was glad that she was in a better place now. But she was absolutely correct in the fact that he was completely happier.

“What’s wrong, my love? Why are you so quiet?” You asked him, flicking away the hairs covering his forehead.

He sighed again, “I don’t know. Seeing her earlier just made me angry and her going out of her way to find my Instagram and DM me is inappropriate, in my opinion. I just don’t want her to meddle with my life more than she already had eight years ago. Even though I obviously love my daughter more than anything.”

He stopped for a moment, looking into your beautiful eyes, seemingly searching for a way out of the predicament.

“And I don’t want you to feel anything about her or about me because… well, you mean everything to me. And you clearly mean everything to Haewon. I just don’t want her to come into my life at all and fuck up yours as well. Of course I’m happy she’s gotten help, but she doesn’t need to come back into my life anymore. Not that I have you. Not saying that if we weren’t together I would go back— I’ve grown more mature than that— but..” he trailed off. “I don’t know. I don’t want you to think anything of it and I don’t want it to fuck up Haeown’s life either. Because leaving Jiwoo and having full custody of my daughter was the best thing to do.”

But the small interaction made him just overthink about everything. And he didn’t deserve that. Even if Haewon’s mother wanted to reach out to him sooner, he still wouldn’t know what he would do. But he wanted the best for Haewon so maybe he would have gotten back together with her for the better future of their daughter. But it just didn’t work out that way. And he’s beyond happy that his life turned out the way it did.

You endearingly smiled at the person you’d grown to love over the years, both platonically and romantically.

“I’m not worried, my love. Everything happens for a reason, right? You don’t have to be worried about anything because she’s been out of your life for so many years. Haewon doesn’t seem to mind either. And I love you both so much,” you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him as he nestled his way into your frame, hiding his face in your hair and inhaling your calming scent.

You and Haewon were Jaehyun’s everything. Jiwoo was not going to fuck up his life any more than she already had. She had already proved to him that she was not a good mother and nothing would ever change his mind.

For you and for his daughter, he’d give up everything.

°•. ✿ .•°

Show me the darkest parts of your heart, I ain't gonna run

After the month-long trip to Jeju Island, you and Jaehyun had slowly started getting back to your routines of work and Haewon was getting back to her routine of school. She was in the second grade but at every chance she got, always complained about school to you.

Tonight (and for the rest of the week), the Jeong’s had decided to sleep over your place and to say you liked it was an understatement. You absolutely loved when the little family came to your apartment and treated it as if it were their own. Of course, Jaehyun had taught Haewon to be respectful of your place and to always pick up after herself but you loved when there would be traces of her toys in the spare bedroom (which was officially hers.)

Jaehyun had always begged for you to officially move in with him but because your relationship was fairly new, you wanted to keep that bit of your life to yourself. Which never clearly happened because you spend almost all of your time with the pair.

You had just gotten out of work and you were on your way to pick up Haewon from her elementary school. Jaehyun said that he was going to be working a few hours of overtime at work this week and asked if it would be okay for you to pick her up. You agreed, wanting to spend more personal time with her (as if you never babysat her when she was two.)

You got out of your car and walked toward the entrance of the school, waiting for the classes to be dismissed. But as you were waiting, you saw that one person again. Park Jiwoo.

She seemed to be waiting for a child as well. Hers or not, she was never important in Haewon’s life so it didn’t really matter.

Soon enough, dismissal announcements were made but the kindergarteners and preschoolers were dismissed first. A small child who was no older than six but no younger than three came to hold Park Jiwoo’s hand.

“Mommy!” The little boy exclaimed and took his mothers hand.

The two walked by you, and you know damn-well she saw you with the smug smirk on her face as she held her chin up. She surely was confident for someone who had a baby girl eight years ago and wanted nothing to do with her. Even now, it doesn’t seem like she wants anything to do with Haewon. But all the power to her, she was an adult and she could do as she pleased, whether with good or bad intentions.

You continued to wait for Haewon with a sour taste on your tongue. Seeing Park Jiwoo the one time you picked up Haewon (when you had never seen her before), had your mind in a twist. And just as Haewon reached you, you felt a vibration from your phone in the pocket of your pants. You took it out just to make sure it was Jaehyun, not wanting to miss anything that he could possibly text you. But as you read the Instagram DM notification, your stomach dropped. How had Jaehyun not ever seen his ex since she enrolled her child in the same elementary school as their daughter? You didn’t want to doubt Jaehyun at all, you opened yourself up to him for so many years and to find out if he was lying to you for however long, made your heart drop to your ass. But you gave both of them the benefit of the doubt. Why was she acting so immature when she had two children, one of which she didn’t have custody of?

Haewon smiled her bright smile as she greeted you, “Y/N! You’re picking me up?”

Swiftly, you put your phone back in your pocket and smiled at her (maybe a little too fake but you didn’t want her to see the worry on your face because she would for sure know what was wrong and ask if you were okay. Which you didn’t want.)

“I’m picking you up for the rest of the week, my love,” you placed your hand on the back of her head to guide her to your car.

She told you all about her day at school from the moment her attendance was taken, to their snack break, to dismissal. And though you didn’t mean to zone out on her, all you could think about was the text messages. She sent you one just as Haewon was getting out of her classroom, but she also sent two more on the ride home to your apartment. You did not have a good feeling about any of it.

Once you arrived home and opened the door for Haewon, she immediately ran to the living room and got out her homework. She liked to get her schoolwork done before having fun and playing with her toys or watching TV.

You cooked up lunch for the three of you as she finished doing her homework. As the food was just about ready, you sat at the kitchen island and took out your phone, the irritating name of ‘Park Jiwoo’ still on the lock screen of your phone.

‘hey girly’

‘i see you were picking up haewonie?’

‘can you tell her i said hello?’

Were the three messages she had sent you. You looked at it with disgust on your face. You were trapped in a trance until Haewon called out.

“Y/N? I finished my homework. Is lunch ready yet?” She walked toward you after placing her backpack on the side of the couch.

You looked up and smiled at her. You felt sorry that she never had the mother that she deserved. But what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her and right now, she’s enjoying her life with you and her father more than ever. That’s all you really wanted for her.

Quickly, you ran to the stove and shut it off, “It is, baby. Can you get the plates and forks for us? Not your dad. He’s gonna be home late at night so we probably won’t be able to eat with him this week.”

“Why is dad working so late Y/N? I wanna see him so badly!” She playfully whined as she opened the bottom cabinet and took out two plates, both one at a time.

You laughed at her. She would never stay quiet about him, “I don’t know, Wonie. I wanna see him too but we both have to wait for a few days. Besides, you’ll see him in the morning.” You placed the dishes on the table and grabbed Haewon’s plate to fill it with some food and rice.

She dug in with her chopsticks before saying with a full mouth, “I know but it’s not enough. Sometimes I miss him a lot.”

You don’t know why or how the conversation with Haewon got so sentimental but for some reason you felt a bit upset too.

You sighed and placed a ball of rice in your mouth, “Sometimes I miss him too, love.”

The rest of dinner went by slowly and quietly, the first time to ever happen to the two of you.

—

Jaehyun came home at around nine thirty and Haewon was fast asleep. She had been since almost nine and the second-half of the Monday was dragging into the night, going by so slowly.

You had just gotten out of the shower and you were currently drying your hair when Jaehyun stepped into the room. He heard you showering when he opened up the apartment door and it was unusually quiet. Haewon would still be, at least, awake in bed when he would work overtime. But this Monday was silent, besides the running of water from your shower.

And just to make sure everything was okay, Jaehyun walked into Haewon’s room and checked up on her, pressing the back of his hand to her cheek and forehead gently to make sure she wasn’t feeling sick. But she was completely fine, snoring all the while. So what was going on?

When he was met with you, the towel was in your hand trying to rub as much water out of your hair as possible. He softly smiled, the yellow tint from the lamp hitting the angles of your face just perfectly. But he knew something was up from the moment he opened the door. The TV was shut, Haewon was fast asleep, the candles were lit, and the sullen expression was clear on your face.

Gently, Jaehyun trapped your chin between his fingers and kissed you in a greeting.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He placed his forehead against yours.

You sympathetically smiled and looked up at him, leaning away from his touch, “Nothing, why?”

“You seem down. Everything in this house seems to be in their blues. Is everything okay?” He asked once more.

You didn’t want to lie to him about what happened earlier. And you’re sure you would eventually tell him, but the words didn’t want to come out of your mouth apparently.

You lifted your arm and rubbed your thumb against his cheek, “I’m fine, baby. Don’t worry about me.”

He playfully squinted his eyes at you (in hopes you would tell him what’s up) as you laughed at him and pushed him away. You had to make it seem like you and everything else in this house was okay. You turned him around toward the bathroom and told him to go shower. He complied, still wondering what was up and why you were being so distant. But he didn’t want to pressure you. You’d open up to him soon, he just has to be patient.

But sometimes he was too patient and you cursed at yourself for being selfish at times where you needed to cooperate with him and open up your vulnerabilities and insecurities. Why did you have to get like this? This week was not supposed to look like this at all. And it was only Monday, for God Sake.

When Jaehyun got out of the shower and walked back into your bedroom, he saw your figure already laying down yet your back was facing the door. Something was for sure bothering you and he wanted to know what was wrong with his baby. He wanted to know what was wrong with his other baby too. Both of his babies were not in a good mood at all and he just wanted to know why.

He climbed into bed and raked his hands across your cheek. You looked so peaceful. Contrary to the sullen expression that was hidden on your face twenty minutes ago. Quietly, Jaehyun wished you a good night.

Yet you couldn’t fall asleep. You wanted to toss and turn but you didn’t want to wake Jaehyun up. However, you couldn’t deal with the fidgeting and decided to grab a glass of water. You getting out of bed prompted Jaehyun to open his eyes and ask where you were going. It had only been ten minutes of shut-eye.

“ ‘M just gonna get some water, don’t worry,” you explained to him and tip-toed your way to the kitchen.

And Jaehyun didn’t think much of it until the room lit up with a notification from your phone. As much as Jaehyun didn’t want to snoop, he snooped. He turned to the light source and took your phone off of the nightstand. Just as he did, he saw the incoming texts from his baby-mama. Why was she texting you?

He read the messages from your lock screen and just as you had come in, he placed your phone back onto the nightstand. You couldn’t help but to question him.

“What were you doing on my phone, Jae?”

He sighed and scrunched his face, “Why didn’t you tell me, my love?”

You furrowed your brows before placing the glass of water on the coaster on your nightstand and sat in bed across from him.

“Tell you what?” You asked as he took your hands in his.

“That Park Jiwoo messaged you,” he said without hesitation.

Oh.

You were quiet for a second, trying to find an answer and trying to not let a tear run down your face.

“I just..” you started, “I didn’t want you to worry… I don’t know….It’s- I’m sorry.”

He looked up at your flushed face and held your face in the palms of his hands urgently, “No, no! Don’t apologize, my love. Why are you apologizing? There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’m sorry I made it seem like that. I just wanted to know why. And I want to know if that’s making you feel like this.”

You released your face from his hands as you wiped a tear that unfortunately fell from your cheek. Before you could continue wiping your tears, Jaehyun cupped your face again and wiped the tears with his thumb instead, “Take your time, angel.”

“I just saw her today. Picking up Haewon. She was picking up her son, I assume. He’s in kindergarten…. And I,” you paused. “I- I didn’t want it- her- to affect me because I know you don’t want it to affect me but… it just affected me a lot. And then she messaged me right as Haewon got out of her classroom and then texted me on the way home… And I guess just right now. But I…” you trailed off.

“Hey, hey, hey,” said your lover. “You don’t have to worry about that alright? I can block her from your social media but don’t worry about her right now, okay? Is that why Haewon’s upset too?”

You wanted to cry even harder, not liking the fact that he caught on to Haewon as well.

“No…! No. It was all me. I just… I let it affect me too much I guess and was kinda standoffish with her this afternoon. I didn’t want it to be like that and that’s so incredibly immature of me to do but,” he held your hand, “I don’t know. I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry you have to deal with all of this after work.”

Jaehyun never wanted to see you this upset, especially if it was caused by his immature ex-girlfriend.

“Look at me, Y/N.” You looked up at him with red eyes. “Don’t ever apologize about that, okay? I know we just saw her and it was too soon and too much of a coincidence for you to see her today but don’t let her eat your brain. She’s gonna manipulate you and I don’t want that for you or for my daughter. You’re okay, yeah? I’m not angry or upset. If anything I’m pissed with her but you did nothing wrong.. I know you, and I know you wouldn’t purposefully react this way.”

You let out some more tears. Sometimes you don’t understand why Jaehyun stayed when he already had a seven, almost eight, year old daughter. Sometimes you felt too immature to handle situations like these and felt like you were shunning out his daughter. But Jaehyun’s been by your side long enough to know your intentions. And he knows you hadn’t put Haewon through anything. He knew you still prioritized her when you were feeling down. He knew that when you were feeling down you were unusually quiet and he guessed it rubbed off onto Haewon. But he doesn’t blame you at all. He could never. And yet you still don’t know why he thinks the best of you.

You cried out your lungs, your brain not knowing any other way to react than to let it out. He held you close, your head in his neck, wetting his skin and the fabric of his shirt with your tears.

“It’s okay, baby. Let it out. Thank you for telling me your feelings,” he rubbed your back, kissing the crown of your head.

“I’m so sorry,” you muffled into him as your sobbing died down.

You soon fell fast asleep in his arms. He laid the two of you down onto the bed when he felt your breathing even out.

As he observed every crevice on your face, from the puffy aftermath of your eyes to the swell of your lips, Jaehyun thought you were utterly ethereal. He knew why you didn’t tell him at first. But he wanted you to know that he wasn’t going to run away when you opened up to him. He knew you could get insecure but he loved how raw it could feel. How raw it does feel. It just hurts him too much to see you hurting. Neither does he want his daughter to hurt because of something that happened in the past.

Some people live and learn and others don’t. You have lived and learned, and that’s all that matters

when you’re open enough to express your feelings to him. He knows he will stay put and never leave.

—

Letting out the overwhelming feelings to Jaehyun the night before called for a good night's rest. Knowing that Jaehyun was by your side and that he always would be (even when you were in the darkest place), made you feel safe.

Waking up before anyone’s alarm, you looked over at Jaehyun to see him with a pout on his face and his arms still wrapped around your waist. You thanked him, mentally, for last night and the shenanigans your mind had put you through and carefully got out of bed. You wanted to make breakfast to start off the day right.

With the pitter-patter of the dishes clanging in the kitchen, Haewon awoke with a major bed head while rubbing her eyes.

“Y/N?” She asked which prompted you to slightly jump, not hearing her walk her way into the kitchen at all.

“Yes, my love? You scared me!” You turned off the stove and turned to her.

She drowsily laughed and rubbed her eyes again, “What are you doing?”

“I’m making breakfast. Do you want to help? I’m almost done, though,” you kneeled down and patted down her bird's nest.

“No. Can I just watch you? I’m still tired,” she pouted and made her way to sit on the kitchen island.

You chuckled at the sight of her and answered, “Of course you can, my love. You can wake up your dad soon, though, okay?” She nodded and rested her head in the palms of her hands as she sleepily watched you check on the hash browns and sausages in the oven.

You set up plates and cups and juice on the table before you turned to Haewon (who was more awake than she was five minutes ago) to go and shake her dad awake for an early breakfast before work and school.

“Dad!” You could hear her screaming as she walked down the hall to the bedroom. Haewon jumped on the bed and climbed over to her father who’s back was facing the door.

“Daddy!” She whisper-shouted into his ear, “It’s time to eat! Y/N made us breakfast.”

Slowly, Jaehyun stirred awake and stretched some parts of his limbs before closing his eyes once more and drifting off to dreamland. Haewon felt him going back to sleep and held his face in her small hands, asking him to wake up so you could all eat fresh breakfast.

Playfully, Jaehyun stayed still, acting as if he was still fast asleep. She was still bugging him when all of a sudden he gets up and wraps his arm around her figure and quietly shouts, “No! It’s too early, lovely!”

Haewon screams out, laughing at her fathers behavior as you sit in the kitchen, waiting for the hash browns and sausages to finish cooking while listening to their daily antics. Sweetly, you smiled to yourself as you listened to their morning shrieks. A few minutes later, the Jeong’s walk out of your bedroom with their bed heads and ruffled clothes.

“Good morning,” Jaehyun greets with a kiss, not to mention his to-die-for morning voice.

You smiled back at him in a greet, silently still thinking about the fiasco that happened the night prior, thanking everything the world had blessed you.

Soon, the three of you enjoy breakfast together before Jaehyun leaves to get ready for work. Currently, his work schedule is 8:00 a.m. to 9:30 p.m. as he’s working overtime and you knew he would be tired for the rest of the week. Who wouldn’t? He was working fourteen hours yet not a peep came out of his mouth. He never complained about his schedule. That’s what made him all the more admirable.

Usually, he would get ready as Haewon would get ready and drop her off on his way to work and let you sleep in peace (though sometimes you felt selfish for sleeping in), but today and probably for the rest of the week, you were going to wake up early to drop off Haewon yourself so Jaehyun didn’t have to worry about her as much.

The three of you walk down to the garage where your cars are parked right next to each other. Jaehyun kneels down to match the height of his daughter before kissing her on the forehead, “Bye, my love. Have a good day at school today, okay?”

“Of course, daddy! Have a good day at work!” She goes on her tippie-toes to kiss her father back, wishing him a goodbye and good luck. He endearingly smiles back at her with the softest eyes as he gets up from his knees.

He then smiles at you and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, a habit you’ve noticed he’s been doing a lot more recently to not only you, but to Haewon as well.

“Have a good day, my love,” he whispers against your lips. “Don’t let, you know who, get to your head again, okay? If she does, just let me know.” He leans back and looks at you firmly, yet gently.

You locked eyes with him and slightly smiled to yourself, still a little embarrassed that you let Park Jiwoo get to your head the day before.

You nodded and said, “I will, thank you. I love you.”

He returned your love and unlocked his car and drove off as you situated yourself and Haewon in the car. You decided it wouldn’t hurt to be early to work for the rest of the week, your co-workers would love it and your boss would eat it up.

You drove to her school as she talked about her sleep and about the dream she happened to have the night before. You intently listened to her and gave her the appropriate reactions, actually paying attention to what she was saying. Jaehyun reassuring you last night really made a huge difference in your mood that morning.

Finally, you reached her school and as she got out of the car you reminded her that you were going to pick her up and told her to have a good day at school, no matter how much she disliked it at times.

—

The dismissal routine for Haewon’s elementary school stayed the same. You walked inside, waited with the parents as they called down the students one grade by another. Luckily, you didn’t see the dreaded Park Jiwoo which left the knot in your stomach to fall as you unconsciously sighed out.

This time, though, Haewon was one of the last students in her class to get dismissed, which made you concerned. Hopefully nothing happened.

You cheerfully greeted her as you asked her how her day was at school while you walked to the car. You buckled her in and off you were back to the safety and comfort of your apartment and Haewon’s second home. On the ride, though, you asked her why she came out of her classroom so late.

“It was nothing. I was helping my teacher clean some supplies. We did some arts and crafts earlier. It’s supposed to be a surprise, but I’m planning to make a photo booth for you, me, and daddy. But I already told you, so please keep it a secret from dad! I want him to be surprised,” she begged.

You looked at her through the rear view mirror as you already pictured her art project coming to life. You knew it was going to be so cute.

“Alright baby, I'll keep my mouth shut,” you laughed, “But I’ll get you some pictures to bring to school, yeah? We can find some before your dad comes home.” She clapped and noted that you had a good idea. Haewon talking about an art project that clearly means a lot to her warmed your heart, even when the days were getting colder as the months passed by.

You both got home and Haewon immediately asked if there were photo books that had pictures that weren’t too big but also weren’t too small. “Just right,” as Haewon said.

In the living room, you had always kept a photo book on the table or in the drawers in the coffee table that was sitting in the middle of the room. Sometimes, when you felt a little extra lonely, you would open up that specific photo book and reminisce on all of the memories the three of you created and shared together. It was as heartwarming as it was bittersweet. Heartwarming because looking back at all of the memories held a soft spot in your heart. Yet bittersweet because times were changing and you were all getting older and you may grow apart.

Looking through all of the photos made you want to cry. And you sniffled, the tears rimming your eyes. But your sniffling made Haewon look up at you with her doe eyes.

“Are you crying, Y/N?” She asked, no longer paying attention to the photos and would rather much pay attention to you at that moment.

You chuckled at her and smiled at her thoughtfulness and attentiveness, “I’m okay, my love. I just love looking at these pictures.”

She looked over your face once more and replied, “Me too! I miss when we had days like this. It was so fun!”

Near the end of the photo book, there were countless amounts of picture strips the three of you took both in the city and even in Jeju from the photo booths.

“Haewon, you can use these! We can just cut them up and they should be the perfect size. We’ll put them in an envelope and then hide them in your bag before daddy comes home, yeah?” You suggested just as her eyes lit up at your idea.

The two of you went to cut the pictures into their respective squares. You cut up one of the strips for her before preparing dinner for the two of you to eat fresh, and for Jaehyun to reheat and eat when he comes home.

Haewon has said it before and she’ll definitely say it again, she disliked when her father was at work so much that he wouldn’t even be home for dinner. You sympathized with her, completely knowing how she feels about her father coming home so late, eating late, and eating alone. Although, he never really eats alone because you’re always there to sit at the kitchen island and talk about your days so he isn’t lonely.

Later that night, though, Jaehyun comes home a few minutes earlier than he usually does. And by a few minutes you mean approximately forty-five. He surprises the two of you as Haewon was sitting in the living room watching TV, slowly falling asleep, and you were in the shower scrubbing the day off of you.

Once she heard the apartment door open, though, Haewon was fast in sitting up, somehow already knowing that it was her father.

Gleefully, she runs to the doorway and helps him put his bag away before jumping into his arms and resting her head on his shoulder. He carries her back into the apartment and into your bedroom as the two of them caught you in the middle of blow drying your hair. You looked at them through the mirror with wide-eyes.

“You’re home already?” You asked as he placed Haewon down on the bed.

He walked behind you and hid his face in your neck, breathing in your fresh scent.

“I am. Do you not want me home, my love?” He mumbled against your skin.

“No! You’re just early. You don’t usually come home early,” you explained, unplugging the hair dryer.

“I know, but they let me go early, thankfully, so now I can come home and enjoy my night with my two favorite girls,” he kissed your cheek and jumped onto the bed which made Haewon laugh.

Once Jaehyun is done eating and showering, Haewon waits patiently in her room for her dad to tuck her in tonight. To say you were offended was an understatement. But he was her father and she just missed him too much.

Jaehyun kissed his daughter on the forehead and was about to turn off the light to go to your bedroom until Haewon asked him about his day.

“It was fine, baby. It’s the same everyday,” he laughed, sitting back on her bed, caressing her cheek. “How was school, my love?”

Her eyes lit up, ready to explain to her father about what happened at school and the project she was working on, blowing her own secret.

“Well, we have an art project and we started working on it yesterday. It’s all about the things that make us happy and I wanted to put all three of us. And I was just explaining how happy I was with you and Y/N and told her all about my trip and that I was going to put that in my art project and,” she trailed off, sighing at the thought of it. “I just can’t wait to do it, dad!”

He pouts at the little girl, completely enamored by her admiration for her little family. “I can’t wait to see it, baby. I bet it’s going to be the best of the best.”

He then continues to wish her a good night.

That Tuesday night brought you all good dreams.

—

The rest of the week followed, roughly, the same schedule. You’d wake up with the two of them, wish Jaehyun a good bye, take Haewon to school, be thirty minutes early to work, pick up Haewon (while avoiding Park Jiwoo as much as you can), come home, make lunch as Haewon does her homework and talks about her day, shower and get ready for bed, and wait for Jaehyun to come home and tuck Haewon to bed.

But when Friday rolled along, Haewon was more upset than usual.

When you picked her up, she didn’t greet you with her usual smile and immediate conversation. Instead, she was one of, if not, the last person to get out of her class. And though she’s been one of the last people to leave this week, today just seemed more gloomy to her.

You tried to indulge in conversation, trying to figure out why Haewon was so upset but to no avail. She would stay quiet or keep her answers short. She did her homework but barely ate her dinner, and you of course, wanted to know why she was upset all of a sudden. It wasn’t usually like her to be this upset for a long period of time. Even when Jaehyun came home she was fast asleep. And he obviously asked what was wrong. To which you had no answer.

When he walked into her room, the lights were out and her back was facing toward the door. Quietly, he turned on the light lamp on the nightstand to try and see what was wrong. Yet he still couldn’t figure it out. Once he sighed and got up from her bed, she turned around with tears in her eyes.

“Dad!” She sobbed as he immediately turned around and sat on the bed, taking in his daughter with open arms.

“What? What’s wrong, my love? Why are you crying?” Jaehyun thinks this is the hardest he’s ever seen his daughter cry. He’s beyond panicked as he rocks her back and forth in his arms.

Haewon explained to her dad that she was getting teased at school for not having a real mom. The kids in her classroom would always pick on her for calling you by your name rather than ‘mom.’ They would ask why you were never ‘mom’ to which Haewon didn’t have an answer. How could she when all she knew was Y/N?

She sobbed and sobbed into her fathers clothes, dampening them with her tears. The minute she broke down, you ran into the room, worried that something had happened to her. But you were met with Jaehyun who was holding onto his daughter for dear life. She was shaking him the entire time she was telling her story and you could feel your heart breaking in two. Children were amazing. But many children weren’t raised right.

Jaehyun mouths to you that he’s got everything under control and that you don’t have to worry about her. But how could you not worry about her when she was shaking in her fathers arms.

“I love Y/N so much but dad!” She stuttered, hugging her dad seemingly tighter. Seeing her this heartbroken over not having someone to call ‘mom’ made his life crash. Yet he didn’t say a word, waiting for her breakdown to come to a conclusion so that he can reassure her about everything in her life. It took about ten minutes.

“Listen, baby,” he used his sleeve to wipe all of the tears and boogers that were running down her flushed face.

“I was afraid this was going to happen…. but you don’t worry about that, okay? Just because you don’t call Y/N mom, doesn’t mean you don’t have a mom. I don’t want to tell you this now, but you should know that Y/N isn’t your real mom. But she’s more of a mother than anyone could be. Your classmates are just being disrespectful. They’re jealous because they don’t have a Y/N, alright?” He brushed his fingers through his daughter's hair.

“And you love Y/N, right, baby?” He asked. She nodded.

“So that’s all that really matters, right? That doesn’t mean you have to start calling Y/N ‘mom.’ You just know that she’s there for you, and that she has been there for you since you could remember. I want you to know that everything is okay and that those kids are jealous that you have a happy family, okay?” He wiped the remaining tears that fell from her eyes.

She hiccuped and nodded, wiping her eyes herself with the back of her hand.

“Thank you for telling me, my love. I know it’s hard for you, and I don’t want you to go through things like this but so many people go through this and it’s so important that people understand that. You’re not mad, right? I don’t want you to be upset because there’s nothing you can do when you fall in love,” he explained, rubbing her back. She nodded again as she apologized to him.

He heartbrokenly laughed, “What are you apologizing for, my angel? You’re okay for feeling this way, alright? Y/N knows how confusing it is too but she still loves you like her own.”

Haewon had no words. She couldn’t express how else she was feeling and instead asked if she could sleep with the two of you. Which Jaehyun happily accepted, much wanting her to sleep with the two of you tonight.

As he watched the two of you head into your hazy slumber, all he wanted to do was cry. His two babies had one of the worst weeks of their lives and he felt like he could do nothing to help it. Yet, no matter how helpless he felt, he would stick with you and Haewon for the rest of eternity if he could.

°•. ✿ .•°

They say you know when you know, well, I know, I know you're the one

When Haewon came home two weeks after all of the bads within her subsided, she returned to her fathers car as he picked her up. This time around, you were the one to be working overtime and Jaehyun had gotten back to his regular work schedule (not those dreaded fourteen hour shifts.) The following week consisted of work schedules and work that needed to be finished at home. Currently, Dreamlab Management is having a release for their company and they need you more than ever. It was a little off-putting to have you not home at the Jeong’s residence with the Jeong’s themselves but they couldn’t really do anything about it because it was your job and you loved working there. They weren’t going to stop you.

Following the dismissal of Haewon, she came to her father with open arms, immediately showing him the project she worked so hard on for the past couple of weeks.

“Dad, look! This was what I was talking to you about when we slept over Y/N’s house last time. Isn’t it pretty?” She asked, shoving the art piece in his face to get a better look at it. His heart melted, so happy that she was so happy. So proud that she was proud to show off her family.

“It’s very pretty, my love. I’ll go look at it when we get home, yeah? We gotta do some groceries and when we come home, I’ll look at it as much as we want to. We can even put it in the living room for Y/N to see when she has the chance to come over,” he said, while adjusting her seatbelt. The girl nodded at her father, looking through all of the pictures you helped her cut and chose.

Once they arrived at their humble abode, Haewon helped her father carry the grocery bags in the house before putting her art project on the coffee table and getting out whatever homework she had to do. This gave Jaehyun some time to cook some dinner and get things situated before they’re off to bed.

When dinner was cooked and Jaehyun had the table set for the two of them, they enjoyed their meal as they asked each other all about the day's events and concerns. Haewon had a few concerns, there were still some children in her class that would tease her about her not having an ‘actual mom’ but you were as actual as it could get, so it didn’t bother her as much. Besides, her teacher had put them into place once she heard all about what those kids were saying to their classmate. Jaehyun also had a few concerns, but they were all work related and he didn’t want to burden (or rather bore) his daughter on things she couldn’t even understand. Suffice to say, dinner went by well. Especially when most of the things the daughter-father pair talked about was their family.

Haewon was nice and toasty after her shower and Jaehyun was now sitting on her bed, tucking her into bed and wishing her a good night.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, getting up from under the covers.

“Yes, my love,” he sat up with her dramatic exit from bed.

“How could we forget?!” She ran into the living room and got the art project she’s worked so hard on. “You never saw the pictures, dad!”

Haewon moved her father to sit with his back against the headboard as she climbed onto his lap and held the photobooth in her hands.

“You go like this,” she grabbed Jaehyun’s hand and wound up the cardboard handle. And out came the pictures which consisted of the three of you, just Haewon and you, Haewon and her father, and two pictures of just you and Jaehyun which Haewon begged for you to give her. Watching the pictures come out one by one made his heart swell, recalling all of the fond memories he had with his two girls.

Jaehyun found himself sniffling with just a look at the pictures he forgot about in the long-run. But now, he was so thankful that Haewon brought them to his attention again. Even though he has all of those pictures hanging up around the house and even in his bedroom, he never gave them much thought until right now.

Pausing her movements, Haewon looked up at her dad with wide eyes. Carefully she put the art project to the side and sat facing her father, taking his face in her hands, “Dad? Are you crying?”

He held his hands over hers which were still resting on his face, “I am.” The young girl furrowed her brows, “But why? Are you upset about my project?”

Slowly, Jaehyun kissed her on her forehead and brought her in his arms, “Of course, I’m not, baby. I’m crying happy tears.”

She lifted herself from his grasp, “Oh. Y/N was crying too… when we were picking out the photos. Are you guys both that happy?”

The father laughed and placed a piece of hair behind her ear, “Yes we are. We’re the perfect little family, aren’t we?”

With her father’s words, Haewon broke out in the biggest smile ever, “Hm, I guess we are dad! I can’t wait to show Y/N. How long do we have to wait until we see her again?” She leaned back into her father’s chest.

“We’ll see her this weekend, I’m sure. Maybe even Friday. I bet she’ll love your project so much.”

–

Life continued to grow for the three of you. When you got home from work Friday night, your two Jeong’s had been up and they were both incredibly excited to fill you in on what happened the past week you had been cooped up at work.

Again, you cried as Haewon showed you her art project she would constantly talk about.

Watching you get as emotional as he did when his daughter showed him the project, solidified everything he had ever known. The potential of starting a new life with you was now sure in his heart. He wanted to wait a while, but he didn’t know how long he could wait. Jaehyun just knew that he wanted to tie the knot. With you and only you.

°•. ✿ .•°

Some people bring you a million blessings

Learning to love his life as three, Jaehyun had been beyond happy. With you, Haewon, and baby number two on the way, he couldn't have been happier. Happy, happy, happy. It was the only emotion that would ever fill him, even at work, and even if his baby-mama wouldn’t leave you alone. He knew what he wanted in life and he knew where he was in life. If it meant with his daughter and you, that’s all that really mattered to him. His daughter helped him learn how to adult at a young age. You had helped him to appreciate the little things in life. And the both of you brought him genuine happiness.

With the baby on the way, he couldn’t even control his elation. He felt as if he was in euphoria, and he never wanted to leave. The both of you brought him millions of blessings and only millions of more were ready to come.

Some people teach you a million lessons

People come and go. And there are many people in Jaehyun’s life that have taught him so many lessons, both in good and bad ways. He had dealt with a terrorizing ex, girls that only wanted the validation from someone as attractive as he was, his daughter adapting to the real world, and you.

They all came and went and even now, he was going through lessons he would eventually learn in the future. But either way, his life journey has brought him here. With his family of four, there were no words to describe the way he would ever feel.

Some people come in your life for a reason

Others they come in your life for a season

People like Park Jiwoo and you came into Jaehyun’s life for a reason. What reason exactly? He didn’t even know. But he’s so incredibly thankful that the universe played his cards right. He’s been through so much shit but it led him to you. At the end of his and his daughter’s path, you were there, greeting them with open arms as you all continued a life together.

The other girls he dated back in his early twenties were only a fling. They didn’t mean much to him, emotionally, yet every girl he had brought out on a date led him closer and closer to the likes of you– his (un)official babysitter at the time– and he felt bad to have let you see that part of him but you still let him in on your vulnerabilities every time. You still opened up to him and in turn, he opened up his heart to you.

But things like this only happen once in a lifetime and Jaehyun is so grateful that it happened in his lifetime.

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