#i’m also not sorry for jaehyun’s behavior

[gimmehyuck]

reckless heroism | l.dh

summary. you've kept your secret for all of six months, mostly to keep your friends - him - safe. when he finds out, it puts your skills of truly wanting to keep him safe to the test.

or in other words, he's your mary jane. the damsel in distress. and he may or may not be happy about it.

pairing. protective med student!hyuck x spiderwoman!yn, feat. nomin

words. roughly 10.3k~ish

genre. friends to lovers, angst, general fluff, serious mutual pining, seriously, they know they like each other and so does everyone else, some action? idk i wrote this after obsessing over the latest spiderman movie it just took me a century to post it, technically two kiss scenes.

warnings. a bi jaehyun is a Very Bad Guy™, like a bit unhinged and does not nice things. you have been warned. also mentions of blood, injuries, guns, things blow up etc. it's an action based au, whatever else comes from that. also i know nothing about med school, sorry.

p.s. i use an -almost- direct line from tom holland's spiderman... see if you can spot it... hehe

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donghyuck wasn’t sure how he ended up in this position.

categorizing his injuries quickly like his training taught is what helped him stay grounded. his ribs felt as if they had taken a severe beating, and his head was throbbing.

probably a concussion.

his eyes burned from the blood that leaked down his face into them from a gash he got earlier, facial wounds always bled worse he reminded himself. he was nauseous but he assumed that was from the overwhelming smell of smoke from the explosion that destroyed half the building.

he brought his hand up to cradle his head, his ears were ringing so loudly. and they just kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing, and…

“hyuck, please! focus!” he finally heard the yelling over the sound of sirens going off in his head.

he blinked once, twice, trying to get his eyes to lock in and focus; he searched around to try and find the sound of the voice that had yelled for him.

his blurry vision tried to clear but it went in and out in intervals. with the moments spent in focus, he saw you, standing over him, shouldering a very heavy looking slab of concrete, arms shaking from the weight.

“hey, hyuck, are you with me now?” you groaned, face screwing in exertion.

he noticed your suit was torn in places, your mask long since forgotten, dust and debris littered your face and hair. you were bleeding from cuts on your face and even though he could see you physically shaking from trying to hold up the weight, he saw you sigh in annoyance at him.

“hyuck!” you yelled this time, frustration lining your voice.

“yeah,” he croaked out, his voice coming out gravelly.

“yeah, i’m here now.” he squinted up at you, watching as your frustration ebbed away and you smiled.

even in all this, you still smiled at him. and that’s when everything came back in a flood, and he realized…

maybe this was his fault after all.

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donghyuck was playing his game loudly on his PC, rapidly clicking his mouse and yelling through his headset.

“jaemin, no, no, dammit! now i’m dead because you – jeno, don’t yell at me for yelling at your boyfriend, i just died!” donghyuck whined dramatically into the mic, and he jumped a little when he heard his door open and click shut.

“hyuck,” he heard your familiar voice calling softly from across the room. since he was dead anyways, he swiveled around in his chair, a smile already working its way on his face, but the moment he saw you, he froze.

his brain took a moment to process what he saw and even then, it still didn’t make any sense. his mouth opened and shut rapidly, trying to form any semblance of a thought, any attempt of words but eventually he landed on just your name.

“y/n is there? turn on your camera so we can say hey!” he heard jisung say through the headset. you seemed to have heard jisung and you rapidly shook your head no, putting a gloved finger to your lips. you made a motion pointing at his headset and made a slicing motion across your throat. when he didn’t move a muscle, you repeated the motion more frantically, eyes almost seeming to panic. putting your hands together in a plea, then repeating the charades of telling him to turn off the game.

finally he acted, clearing his throat before saying, “no, y/n isn’t here but she is calling. i’ll get back on later, bye guys.” and he was met with a chorus of “ooooh the girlfriend is calling” and what donghyuck thought was very childish kissing sounds coming from chenle and jisung, but regardless of how childish it was, it still caused a blush to creep up his neck and make its way into his cheeks.

clicking the headset off and dropping it around his neck, he and his red cheeks focused back on you. standing across the room, you were dressed in a red and black skintight suit, with a giant spider across the chest.

“you’re cosplaying now?” he asked with an eyebrow raised, his voice taking on a sarcastic tone. “you never showed any interest at all in spider-woman when we’ve all discussed her, and where did you get that costume? it looks nicely made, you nearly failed homec in high school so…”

he watched as you took a deep breath before opening your mouth to say the unbelievable., “it’s not a cosplay. it’s not a costume. it is my suit. it was technically a gift but… i am spider-woman.” you raised a finger for each point you made, your face and tone showing extreme seriousness that he would have found almost comical if he hadn’t begun to notice your face had become a little paler than when he had first seen you enter. narrowing his eyes slightly, his brain trying to figure out what was going on, he went on to huff a laugh. “you’re so full of shit.”

“look,” you ran your hand through your hair and sighed, donghyuck noticing you had started to sway a little, but you began to emphasize your points by talking with your hands again as you spoke. “i know this is a lot to take in suddenly, and i’m gonna go ahead and apologize to you for lying to you these past six months, i didn’t know how to properly tell you that ‘hey i was bitten by a radioactive spider and now i can do things i can’t explain’ because i knew you’d act like this, but i don’t have anywhere to go right now and i really… really need your help.”

and that’s when you swayed so hard, you staggered against the standing dresser sliding down its front, shaking it so hard that his textbooks fell off.

donghyuck flew across the room to kneel by your side, noticing your breathing was a little labored. you laughed a little at how quickly his demeanor changed from sarcastic to serious.

“okay, okay. you’re spider-woman and you’re forgiven for lying, what happened?” he said, going into what you called his No Nonsense Mode. he ran to his desk to grab his med kit and rushed back to your side.

“i was shot and the bullet is lodged in my arm, and i can’t remove it myself, i’ve tried and i can’t heal unless it’s out. i need you to pull it out.” it was matter-of-fact the way you spoke about what had happened to you. donghyuck placed his stethoscope on your chest and listened for any irregularities, not missing the way his heart lurched when you mentioned you were shot with nonchalance. once he couldn’t find any irregularities though, he got out scissors and began cutting the fabric away from the wound on your arm, that he wasn’t sure how he didn’t notice it earlier, but, he told himself (in his defense) the majority of the suit was black, it didn’t really stand out.

“you really should have gone to the emergency room to have an actual doctor do this.” he scolded softly, taking gauze and wiping away the excess blood from the site.

you snorted. “what? just, swing into the ER and go, ‘i can’t take off my mask for you but i need you to treat my gunshot wound’? yeah, that’ll go smoothly. besides, you’re a doctor.” you murmured as you watched him rummage in his kit for whatever tool he needed.

“i’m training to be a doctor, i’m not a doctor, yet. there’s a literal board certified difference.” he corrected, cutting his eyes at you. you lifted your other hand in surrender.

“it’s all the same to me.” you replied.

“how have you not needed me before now?” he asked before taking off a cap of a bottle and looking directly into your eyes as he said, “this is going to sting a little.”

“i heal quickly, broken ribs are nothing but – ah, shit!” crying out sharply in pain, eyes bulging at the liquid that burned worse than you thought it would.

“you said sting, you liar!” and he smirked at you, your heart leaping a little at the look. “that’s for lying to me.”

“yeah, sure. a huge identity secret that could get all my friends and family killed that i kept secret to protect you means you can hurt me with alcohol. sure, sure.” you rolled your eyes as he shrugged.

“it’s all the same to me,” he quoted you, but then frowned a little. “i’m going to dig it out now. and this will actually hurt, do you need me to grab something for you to bite down on, or… or squeeze?” he asked, his laser-focused attention shifting from your face to the hole in your arm.

you shook your head and gripped your thigh tightly. he nodded and began to find the object that was keeping you from healing yourself. you could feel the bruises start to come up on your knee as your arm shook from the pressure you applied to try and take your mind off of the pain your best friend was inflicting on you.

you watched his face as a distraction and distantly thought it was cute that he stuck his tongue out between his lips in concentration. after agonizing minutes, he finally let out an excited, “got it!”

he showed you the offending metal excitedly between the long medical tweezers and you let out a heavy sigh of relief, and you could feel your body jump into overdrive to try and heal the area.

“i think i’m going to pass out, and if i do… just leave me here. i’ll wake up in thirty minutes, tops.” you mumbled a little too softly before doing exactly what you said you would do, and slumped over onto donghyuck’s lap. considering you warned him beforehand, he only let himself panic for all of thirty seconds before he grabbed a pillow from his couch and gently moved your head from his lap to the pillow.

he rummaged around in his kit for more gauze and started to clean the area of the blood that had gushed out during the process of him removing the bullet, as he did so his hands froze midair. he could only watch in awe as he saw your skin start to heal itself, the tissues and skin closing up from the inside out. and sure enough, within thirty minutes, it was as if you had never been injured, and five minutes after that, you stirred awake. you blinked a few times up at him, and he continued to stare down at you as if he were mapping out the details of your face.

“you lied.” he said, and you groaned, throwing an arm over your eyes.

“i told you i was sorry!” you immediately went on the defensive.

“it took you thirty-five minutes, you said thirty tops.” he raised one eyebrow, giving you his signature irritating smirk that always gave you butterflies.

you thought for a moment, “hmm, must have lost more blood than i realized.”

you both stared at each other for a few awkward seconds before you let out, “so you’re…. not… mad at me? i wanted to tell you the moment i found out, i swear. but every chance i got i – ” and your voice came out smaller and smaller with each word, more than you had hoped it would. you weren’t sure why, but you knew that if he was angry it would hurt you more than you had realized it would.

“hey, chill. how could i be mad?” he sounded confused, looking away to put something in his kit. “no, i couldn’t be mad at you. i can rationalize why you did it. it makes sense why you didn’t tell me. but no more secrets from here on.” he cut his eyes over at you sternly.

“promise, no more secrets.” you agreed with a nod.

“but… now that i know…” he said, stern look morphing into a more mischievous one and the smile he wore made you shift. “i have so many questions.” the intense staring contest came to an end when you smiled back.

“alright, shoot.” you offered and sat up. when you noticed he gave you an instant unamused look, you amended sarcastically. “oh, too soon? sorry. you may proceed, your majesty.”

and oh, he did.

two hours of nothing but rapid fire questions, answering everything from:

“what are your powers?”

“the powers of a spider, hyuck.”

“yes, i can tell, but what exactly can you do?”

to:

“have you really robbed banks like that tabloid said?”

“do i look like i’m suddenly millions of dollars richer to you?”

after the intense game of twenty thousand questions, he seemed satisfied with all of his answers he received until he came down to the last one.

“what were you doing when you were shot?” he asked, deep concern written all over his face. you had scared him, you realized. he was just now processing everything that had happened, the excitement was falling away so he had to deal with what had happened and you had frightened him more than you thought you would.

“there’s a mob boss, he’s trafficking in a new kind of drug that is killing so. many. people. i think he may have manufactured it to kill but i’m not sure on that part. i was getting close to the warehouse, and he knew it. i ran into an ambush, but not before i destroyed a case of the drugs. they seem to be highly flammable somehow but anyway, there’s still so much more though, hyuck. i just acted first this time before coming up with a plan.” you became more and more enthused as you spoke but when donghyuck didn’t respond, you looked up to find him picking at his fingernails. he did this when he had something to say but wasn’t sure if he wanted to say it, you noticed in elementary school and it was his biggest tell when he had secrets. which meant he never really had secrets from you.

“hyuck, what is it?” you leaned over and touched his fiddling fingers, stilling them. he waited a few more moments before looking up and making eye contact.

“you’ve been doing all of this for six months… alone. and it’s… it’s dangerous. you’re… why are you choosing to be reckless?” his voice came out accusatory but small, almost a little unsure of himself. and it made you pause, because it was so unlike him. your hyuck, the extremely smart med student. almost overly, frustratingly self-confident, was always self-assured, but the last half hit an uncomfortable spot in your chest. a spot that signaled an argument. your eyebrows drew together and you tilted your head to the side.

“it’s dangerous, yeah, but it’s nothing i can’t handle. i’ve been handling it. and i’m not being reckless. i can’t just not use this to help people. it happened to me for a reason.”

“yeah but,” he hesitated again. he didn’t want this to come out the way he was worried it was going to. “you could get hurt, you have been hurt! what if you didn’t make it here in time? this screams recklessness to me.”

“it… it doesn’t matter if i get hurt, and i did make it here in time… look, when you can do the things i can, and you’re given a chance to help but you don’t, and then the bad things happen… they happen because of you.” you argued simply, your voice taking on a tone of pleading to match your eyes.

“it doesn't matt- it matters to me!" hearing you say your life wasn’t as important to you as others nearly gave him a heart attack. he was almost rendered speechless at those words. keyword: almost, "you could be killed! what part of that don’t you get? everything you just said isn’t heroism, y/n. that’s just self-imposed guilt.” he yelled, the sudden rise in his voice startling the both of you.

“no, it isn’t. it’s taking responsibility!” you responded, teeth clenched.

“respons-,” he cut himself off, completely incredulous. he all but rolled his eyes at you, “why do you feel responsible for people you’ve never met?! you could be killed, killed y/n. what part of that don’t you get?”

“yeah, hyuck, i could. believe me, i get it. but so could you, at any given time. people are dying, and if i can help them, then i will.” you didn’t raise your voice, but the bitterness that seeped through your still clenched teeth wasn’t easily controlled.

“people are dying because they’re choosing to take illegal drugs.”

“and you think that just because they chose to get high, off of something they were lied to about, that they should be murdered?” you were incredulous this time at the notion, eyebrows nearly in your hair.

“that’s not what i’m saying!” he threw his hands up, and you stood up abruptly.

“really?” you flung your hands out, exasperated beyond belief. “because it sure as hell sounds like it. it’s not just addicts taking this drug. it’s college kids experimenting. it – it could be our friends next! just trying a normal college experience!” and he scoffed at the defensive stance you took, arms crossing over your chest. he rolled his eyes and that just pissed you off even more. you weren’t sure why he was taking this stance, and it felt like he was against you. this was the argument that your body had warned you of.

“it could be jeno, or jaemin, or… or even mark next. at the next party, they may just try something, or, or get something slipped to them, and then what?” your tone was serious. you meant what you said.

“mark doesn’t do parties-.” he started sarcastically but you cut him off with a scoff.

“that isn’t the fucking point! you’re becoming a doctor to save people, i was given these abilities to do the same. why does it feel like i’m the only one willing to try? why does it feel like you’re… you’re judging me for it?”

“how could you say that? i’ll take an oath to do no harm in a few years, it will be my job to save people’s lives. responsibly. not doing it illegally, like a vigilante. not getting myself injured in the process, not getting myself killed.” he spat out the last sentence with such vehemence that you had no retaliation for it, mouth dropping in a silent gasp.

you just stared at him before shaking your head slightly. you walked across the room and snatched your discarded mask off the floor.

“thank you for helping me.” was all you said and he could only watch as you threw open the door and climbed out of the window in the hall you had originally crawled through. he could only partially see as you slung away. he took a moment to replay the argument through his head and he smacked himself hard in the forehead. he was stupid. he started the argument because he was worried and his smart mouth did what it always did, got him into trouble.

why was saying, ‘i’m worried for you, please be careful next time’ so hard for him?

he crossed the room and closed the door, banging his head softly against the door and mumbling,

“stupid, stupid, stupid.”

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he hadn’t spoken to you in three days, not that he hadn’t tried. numerous texts and voicemails apologizing profusely for what he had said, but he received nothing in return. he had even let slip during gaming with his friends that he had upset you and you were refusing to talk to him.

they all immediately sided with you without even knowing what the argument was about, with jaemin throwing in a ‘you probably opened your stupid mouth and said the opposite of what you wanted to’, and donghyuck couldn’t even argue with that. they knew him well.

but with what was going on, he was, unfortunately, a little distracted doing his clinical hours at the hospital overnight. it was his turn in the ICU, the department he wanted to be in once he graduated. he just couldn’t get the image of your face out of his head when you left, and it made it hard for him to focus.

he had really hurt you, and after having the time to think about it, he understood where you were coming from. you wanted to make a difference, you had always been that way even as a kid, and how could he expect anything less? he was becoming a doctor to do the same thing. what made him any better? he knew if it were him in your shoes, he’d have done the same. he already knew the reason that made him react so negatively.

because it was you.

“lee!” the attending doctor yelled at him, snapping him out of his musings. his head snapped up instantly and he rushed over to his side, he wasn’t technically allowed to help yet but he was to shadow and learn what he could from observation. an ambulance had wheeled in a drug overdose victim, and the nurses were running around.

he finally got a good look at the patient and that’s when he stilled. the guy was in his coding class that he took as an elective, yangyang. he knew he was a good guy, a little on the strange side but he and his friends were the same. donghyuck noticed another guy he knew from around campus was hovering near the curtains edge.

xiaojun was biting his fingernails in worry and donghyuck could tell he had been crying. his attending doctor had called for narcan and so donghyuck made his way over to xiaojun. he looked up from yangyang, eyes lighting up for a second as he recognized donghyuck and he started fumbling over his words instantly.

“we-we were in the club, we hardly drank anything but a maybe a couple of beers and then all of a sudden he just… just f-fell out on the floor. they were saying it was a drug overdose but – but he doesn’t do drugs. he’d never touch them. he – he, wouldn’t. he didn’t do this.” donghyuck was about to offer words, when the doctor yelled at him to get xiaojun out of the way.

yangyang had started seizing, and he knew that xiaojun didn’t need to see it. placing a gentle hand on xiaojun’s shoulder, donghyuck escorted him away and the nurses closed the curtains. seeing this up close proved that he needed to find you. if he didn’t understand you before, he fully understood now.

his shift had ended, yangyang had been barely stable and instead of going home to sleep for his classes in the morning, he went the opposite way to go to your apartment. it was late, but he was hoping you’d be awake.

if not, he’d just wake you up and deal with it when you hit him for it. when he realized the elevator was down he sighed, assuming this was his karmic punishment, he made his way up the five flights of stairs and down the hall to your room.

standing in front of 606 he raised his hand to knock but the door opened before his hand met the wood. he figured it was the senses you had told him about that let you know he was there.

you stood in the doorway, face completely impassive. he coughed once, and scratched the back of his neck.

“i’ve been texting you, and calling…” he trailed off watching for your reaction.

“i know.” your response was cold.

“i’m really sorry,” he started again.

“i know. even jeno has told me. is that all?” and his shoulders drooped a little. when he didn’t respond for a moment, you started to close the door and he put his hand up to stop it, saying all he had to say in one quick breath.

“you were right. i was worried, and i just saw you bleeding and you acted like it was no big deal even though you had been shot and i couldn’t understand it and i’m sorry, really sorry, i reacted that way, but you were right… i… i saw what you were talking about today at the hospital. i saw it, and you were right.” your stony demeanor fell away, because you knew you couldn’t really stay mad at him, and worry seeped in.

you moved out of the way of the entrance to your room and he stepped inside and made his way to sit on your couch. he heard you close the door and shuffle across the room behind him. his elbows rested on his knees as he stared at the coffee table, and you sat on your knees in front of his field of vision.

“are you okay?” you asked, taking his hands in yours.

“it was a guy in my class, you know yangyang?” you nodded in answer and he breathed in shakily. “we… we got him stable for now but he, he wasn’t actively doing drugs. his friend said he never touched any, he was probably slipped something and – you were right. it could have been any of us.”

“it’s scary to watch happen, especially when it’s already too late to help, i know. i’m sorry you had to see it, but this lets me know that they’re getting bolder. a club? right. they’re going to make a mistake soon, i’ll be able to stop it then. you won’t have to see it again, if i can do anything about it.” your voice was honest, and earnest. donghyuck knew you meant it completely, but it made him wonder if you had already seen it be too late after trying to help, and how you were dealing with that trauma or if you were ignoring it.

taking a breath, he finally took a look around the room and you had your computer open and papers strewn around the desk like you were planning something. he got up and walked over to the papers, and he found they were annotated blueprints.

“it’s their main warehouse, i finally found it. i’m coming up with a plan this time. to save me from another hyuck scolding.” he heard you over his left shoulder. he turned quickly and his face came within inches of yours, but neither of you went to move away. his face heated at the close proximity, and you smiled knowingly at the reaction.

“i can hear your heart racing, what’s making you nervous? the plans…” you said looking down at the papers then back up, “or me?” you smirked at the way his eyes widened at the question.

maybe jeno was right after all, maybe you both were aware of how you felt about each other.

he hesitated before answering with an honest, “both, i think.”

“good,” was all you said with a grin.

“i want to help you,” he said looking down at you, searching your eyes for the part that he knew would cave.

“did you suddenly get bit by a radioactive spider too and gain superhuman abilities?” you snarked, taking his usual stance in the conversation.

“no, but i can be your person in the background helping you out. your guy in the chair, you know?” you hesitated at that.

“why not just my doctor in the hospital? i don’t want you to get hurt,” you replied, breaking eye contact to toy with the sleeve of his jacket.

“and you can?”

“i heal quickly,” you retorted. “you don’t.”

“i won’t get hurt, i’ll be sitting behind a computer helping you out with whatever you need. i’m pretty good at hacking things when i want to, if the almost choosing cybersecurity as my minor could remind you.” he wiggled his eyebrows at that and you laughed. you shoved his shoulder, and offered a hum to agree.

“fine, since i know you won’t back down. but don’t you dare think that i’ll take you anywhere near the big guys with the scary guns. i’ve been working on making my suit a little more bulletproof, so what happened last time won’t happen again as easily.” you said gesturing to the table where your sewing machine sat with other materials he couldn’t quite make out. before he could ask another question, he yawned wide, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth.

“do you want to stay here?” you offered to him, and he shook his head.

“i have a class at nine, i should head home.” and at his response you smiled a smile that seemed almost evil and he leaned away, eyebrows knitting together.

“why did you make that face? i don’t like it. stop it.” he joked, laughing a little at how uncomfortable he felt with the mischievousness of the smile.

“oh come on, you love my face.” you responded, expression not changing at all.

“yes but…”

“let me take you home.” you said, gripping the arm of his jacket and he finally connected the dots and he actually stepped back half a step at that as if it had offended him.

“oh, hell no!” he rejected the idea instantly, just the idea of heights making his stomach churn. you started to peel off your t-shirt you were wearing and he covered his eyes to avoid seeing something he shouldn’t, but you just scoffed at him. you tugged his hands away from his eyes and he saw you in your suit.

“i don’t know if i’m going to get used to that,” he whispered. he watched as you walked to the window and opened it, waving him over.

“you will, eventually.” you called. he stepped to the window, you were already on the other side standing on the fire escape. he hesitated, his fear keeping him from wanting to step onto the rickety metal. you reached your hand out to him.

“don’t you trust me?” you asked innocently, looking up at him through your lashes and his heart jumped a little at the question and the sight of you.

“yes,” he breathed before taking your hand and climbing out onto the landing that was a little too small for the both of you. he was chest to chest with you, and he couldn’t get his heart to calm down with how close you were to him. the air was cold and your breaths came out in little clouds and mixed together before dissipating.

he didn’t miss the way your eyes flicked to his lips before you shook your head slightly, he desperatly wish he could know what you were thinking but you only leaned over to grab your mask from the desk that was next to the window. you closed it firmly and turned away, and donghyuck let his body relax a little at the bit of space you created between the two of you.

“i need you to hold on to my neck, if you get scared then wrap your legs around me.” and he paled at the idea.

“i think i’m a little too –.” you cut your eyes at him, and he corrected himself. “right, sorry. super strength. got it.” you pulled the mask over your face while tugging up the black hood over your head, leapt up on the railing in a crouch before standing, perfectly balanced and turned to him.

“come on, then.” he awkwardly stepped closer and reached out, you tugged him up on the railing with ease and he wobbled. he wrapped his arms around your neck to stabilize himself and he laughed a little wildly.

“this feels a little backwards, usually it’s the man that holds the damsel close.” he joked, avoiding looking down at the ground that was a far drop.

“yes, well, i’ll make sure to tell the next spider to bite a man to save you the indecency.” he didn’t have to see it to know you were rolling your eyes. and before he could say that wasn’t exactly what he meant, you reached out your hand, wrapping your arm around his waist and suddenly you both were falling and his stomach had dropped to the ground without him.

he couldn’t even scream out in fear, his breath caught instantly in his throat. but his eyes were taking in everything around him, the city lights at night from this height were breathtaking. the adrenaline mixing with the awe made him speechless, and he slowly felt safe with you, his body getting into the gentle rhythm of the rise and fall as you swung in between the buildings.

“this is beautiful,” he said, barely above a whisper, and you turned your masked face slightly towards him.

“it is, isn’t it?” you replied, and he could hear the smile. a few minutes of peaceful silence later and you used a lamp post to swing and land. arriving in front of his apartment building safely and in one piece. donghyuck breathed a sigh of relief to be on the ground but ultimately couldn’t stop the beautiful smile that was stretching across his face.

“that was exhilarating!” he whisper-yelled. you stepped forward and brushed his hair down to control it from where the wind and swept it all over the place.

“it’s a rush for sure,” you replied and he laughed.

“so you’re a bit of an adrenaline junkie now, huh? i would be.” he said, staring at your mask, wishing he could see your face.

“you could say that,” you let out a laugh at the look on his face. when neither of you moved, you coughed and it sounded nervous to him. he gently reached up to try and tug your mask up with both hands, but you placed your hands gently on his and halted him. he wasn’t sure what he was trying to do, all he knew was that he wanted to see your face.

“you should go in and get some rest, i’ll text you in the morning, okay?” your voice was so soft, and his heart ached. eventually he nodded. “goodnight,” he said and you hummed. you leaned up and pecked him on the cheek through the mask, smiling under it as his heart kicked off within seconds.

“goodnight, hyuck.” and then he watched as you shot a web up to the same lamp post and crouched precariously on it. you sent him a small wave and you shot off into the night, he watched you go until you were out of sight and he stepped towards the apartment building entrance.

he got out his phone and sent you a quick text before making his way to the steps of his building. he fumbled with his keys to the main door when he heard shuffling behind him. he turned towards the sound of the noise, but didn’t get a chance to see before he was sucker punched in the face and the last thing he heard was deep, mocking laughter.

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you were sound asleep, and then you weren’t. a loud banging at your door had you jumping from your bed as if you had been struck by lightening. you checked your phone to see the time, and as you noticed it was half past noon.

you also noticed you had fifteen missed calls and twenty-three text messages, all from your friend group. majority coming from jaemin and jeno, and two texts from hyuck. the knocking persisted and you groaned to your feet. feeling that the knocker wasn’t dangerous, you flung open the door to find a disheveled jeno. he was slightly out of breath and you could only assume he ran the entire way here.

“what’s going on, jen?” you asked, voice still groggy from being woken up so abruptly. you rubbed at your eyes, still trying to wake up.

“donghyuck’s gone,” was all he said and you felt icy fear trickle down your back, your face draining of color.

“what do you mean? he’s probably at class, or the hospital.” trying to be rational, and jeno was already shaking his head.

“no, jaem said he didn’t show up to class and i went to check his apartment and i don’t think he ever made it up to his place because i found his keys near the stairs. and – and there was blood.” at that you were sure your heart stopped. you numbly walked from the door to sit on your couch, staring at the wall. jeno followed you in after closing the door behind him and stood in front on you.

“y/n.” you didn’t respond.

“y/n.” he said and he kneeled in front of you, the same way you had done the night before with hyuck. you didn’t move a muscle, didn’t even blink.

“y/n!” he said, voice a little louder and more serious, and his hands shook you gently. the tone and movement breaking you from the trance you had been put in at the news. you finally focused on his face, and he sighed.

“there you are. i can’t have you spacing out now on me.” you could only nod as an answer.

“i need you to find him, i know you can.”

“what? i don’t –.” and he cut you off with a stern look.

“get yourself together, go put your suit on, and find whoever took him.” and your eyes widened at his statement, your mouth dropping. before you could even deny it, he sighed dramatically.

“i already know. and so does jaemin. we both figured it out after the first month when you didn’t need your glasses anymore, and that one time in the courtyard when you caught that frisbee heading toward your head that you didn’t even see.”

you were speechless so you only answered with a, “ahhh…”

“and your suit is right there on the table.” he smiled at his little joke. “but don’t worry. your secret is safe with us.”

you looked over your shoulder, of course you’d left it out after finishing up adding the enhancements you were working on late last night after dropping hyuck off. you were regaining your thoughts again, and you got up and walked over to the papers that were strewn across your desk, leaning against your desk as you stared at them. jeno stayed put near the couch.

“do you know who took him?” he called over and you nodded, knowing there was only one group powerful enough to do this that you had severely pissed off.

“yeah, i think so. i told hyuck i was coming up with a plan, but i don’t have time to really get the plan together now. they’re not the type of people to really keep… hostages.” you let out a heavy sigh and dropped your head. you felt a comforting hand on your shoulder, and you brought your hands up to rub your face. suddenly a thought registered and you froze. you ran to your phone, and picked it up. opening your messaging app, you skipped the frantic texts from your friends and landed on the messages from hyuck.

clicking on the notifications, you slapped a hand over your mouth. the first one read,

3:37am thank you for dropping me off, talk to you in the morning :)

and the next message was a picture of hyuck, head drooped to rest on his chest, and you could see blood trailing down the side of his face. he was tied to something you couldn’t quite make out. attached to the picture were the words,

come alone.

you knew he was in danger. you were painfully aware. but to see it so clearly made your breath quicken and you felt a sob escape your throat. jeno picked up the discarded phone and swore sharply.

hyuck was in danger.

hyuck was in danger.

hyuck was in – your senses were in overdrive and you tried to get a grip on it. if you couldn’t get this under control, how would you be able to save anyone? one important person to you in trouble and you became useless? no that wasn’t going to work. it was just that you yelled at him about what if your friends were next, you told yourself, you just hadn’t registered the same would apply to you just yet. to him.

the thought of hyuck being in danger had your resolve steeling itself. you felt anger begin to course through you in place of the fear and you stalked over to the table and you yanked your clothes off, not caring that jeno was in the room. you shoved the suit on angrily, and turned to jeno. your mouth was set in a straight line. he could only stare wide-eyed and mouth dropped at you in your suit, first time really seeing that it was you in it.

“you’ll get used to it,” you said, fierce determination set on your face as you put your hands on your hips. “don't tell hyuck he'll be so jealous but... i think i’m going to need yours and jaemin’s help.” jeno only nodded as you threw on your clothes over your suit, grabbed the papers and you both stormed out of the room.

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walking into jeno’s apartment he shared with jaemin, you followed quickly and located jaemin studying at the kitchen table, medical books scattered across the table.

“jaemin?” he called to him.

“hmm?” was his answer.

“jaem!” he said, more urgent this time. jaemin looked up and when he noticed you were with him, he shot up and rounded the table.

“did you find him? do you know where he is?” jaemin said, nothing but worry on his face.

“i know where he is i think, but i will need your help. i just found the blueprints last night to the place and i haven’t had time to memorize the layout, that’s where i need you two to help me. jen says you already know everything already, so…” and she unzipped her jacket to show her suit underneath to jaemin.

“that’s still so cool to see,” jeno whispered, eyeing the colors and the giant spider. jaemin narrowed his eyes at jeno.

“focus,” he hissed. jeno raised his hands in surrender.

“what? you can’t say it’s not.” jaemin rolled his eyes at him and turned his attention back to you.

“whatever you need us to do, anything… just tell us.” you moved some of his books to the side, putting a piece of paper to hold the spot in the ones that were open, and laid out the blueprints to the building. jaemin and jeno hovered behind you, each of them taking a shoulder to look over and you explained the half-assed plan you put together on the walk over.

“there are only two entrances to the building, but since it’s two stories, and i don’t necessarily need doors, i’ll enter here on this window, it’s the dark side of the alley, hardly anyone will be there, i hope at least, and make my way through the building. i find hyuck, get him out, and if the building blows up with the drugs inside… then it’s a win-win for us.”

“you’re going to blow up a building?!” they exclaimed at the same time, both turning to look at you.

“this is a kingpins warehouse,” you said to jeno before turning to jaemin, looking between the both of them as you spoke. “he’s manufacturing drugs that are killing people. blow up the supply, and stop the deaths. maybe i can trap him in there until the cops come and it saves more lives than hurts.” jeno nodded as he understood but jaemin was pensive.

“it feels a little too dangerous, something could go wrong.” he said.

“of course something could go wrong, but hyuck is in danger!” you argued instantly, before deflating. “this… this is the only plan i’ve got.”

“maybe we can… take some more time. think about this. come up with a better plan.”

“we don’t have time!” you fumed, shoving your hand in your jacket pocket to grab your phone. you pulled up the picture you had been sent and all but shoved it in jaemin’s face. “he’s hurt! he could be killed if i don’t… i have to save him. i have to save him, before he… before he dies. because of me.” the fear was coming back, doubled up with extreme guilt and you tried to clamp down on it before it bubbled over. you felt two steady hands rest on your shoulders.

“we get it. we’re with you, not against you. we’ll help you.” it was jeno, and you nodded, looking up at the ceiling for a moment to get a rein on the tears that threatened to spill. you rummaged in your pockets again and pulled out another phone.

“my suit,” your voice cracked a little and you cleared your throat. “my suit is connected to this phone, you both can stay here and help walk me through the building. or call 911 if anything goes wrong. i worked on this last night for hyuck, when he offered to do what you’re doing for me now. and look,” you turned on the phone.

“when i do this,” you pressed on the side of your mask above your ear and the screen reflected black. “you can see what i can see.” you pulled out your mask and turned it to look at all three of you. your faces showing up on the small screen of the phone, various stages of stress.

“you made this yourself?” jeno asked, grabbing the phone and inspecting it.

“pretty much, yeah.”

“you’re really smart.” and jeno saw the unamused look you gave him through the screen.

“well i didn’t get into this school on my dashing good looks, did i?” and you let out a laugh. jaemin let out a sigh of relief and you looked over your shoulder at him.

“you’re back, i was worried you wouldn’t be able to crack jokes like you usually do, didn’t want you to go in tense to save him.” and you smiled at them both. it wasn’t a full smile, it didn’t reach your eyes, but the effort was there.

“i’m back. and i’m not going to let him die.” you pulled your mask over your head and snuggly put it in to place and tugging up the hood to follow.

“let’s do this.”

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you waited until night fell, crouched down on the building across the street from the warehouse. the temperature kept dropping and even though you couldn’t feel it through the suit, you were worried about hyuck.

“he’s going to be okay,” you heard jaemin say through the mask.

“how did you know?” you asked, surveying as a few of the lackeys got into the car from the alley you were about to enter through and speed away.

“it’s what i’d do if i were you.” was his answer. you shot a web across the street and slung your way over to rest on the side of the building above the window. you tugged it open easily. with a deep breath, you told them you were going in and slunk through the window, gently closing it shut behind you.

you made your way through the building, turning down hallways the two told you to, opening and closing various doors along the way. all of them turning up empty. you eased your way up to the ceiling and made it down to the first floor where you heard idle chatter.

“i don’t think she’s coming. she’s going to leave you here to die, my friend.” and that was him. the head of all of this and he had hyuck’s head lifted up by his hair, forcing him to look him in the eye. hyuck surprised you by smiling, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth and it had stained his teeth.

“i hope she doesn’t come, just so she doesn’t give you what you want. just to piss you off.”

“but i want to see the desperation and anguish when i kill you, i live for it,” you couldn’t see his face but the way he said the words made your lips turn up in disgust.

you heard jeno come through on the mask, “i can’t wait to watch you kick his ass.”

“yes, well,” the kingpin continued. you still couldn’t see his face as he moved around hyuck, but he wore an expensive suit decorated with gold details. “i have what she wants. do you really think she’d let you die so easily?” and hyuck spit his blood out on his expensive shoes. the kingpin threw hyuck’s head back and it cracked loudly against the concrete wall he was tied to.

“you’re awfully pretty, you know. i could use you. maybe sell you out a few times. break that spirit of yours, make some money off of you before i killed you, or… maybe keep you for myself.” the kingpin mused out loud in a way that could have sounded like he was reading off stocks instead of hyucks fate, all while toying with a strand of hyucks curls gently. finding no better time than now, you released your grip on the ceiling.

“i’d be willing to buy him off you,” you said sarcastically, dropping down to the ground in a crouch. your sudden appearance made all of his guards pull their guns and aim them at you. “for a heavily discounted price, of course. that one has sass for days.”

you didn’t miss the annoyed glare hyuck shot at you from where he was sitting.

“y/n, be careful.” you heard jaemin warn in your ear.

the kingpin turned fully to face you for the first time and he smiled at your sudden entrance, and the sight of him made you pause.

he was breathtakingly handsome, and surprisingly young. the smile creating dimples in his cheeks and his hair was perfectly styled. he screamed ceo, a business man in disguise.

“kill her,” was his order before everything went by in a flurry. knocking the gun out of the first guards hand that rushed you, you punched him hard in the face, knocking him unconscious instantly.

“what a right hook!” you heard jeno whoop. two more rushed you from the side, and you leapt up in the air, round house kicking one into the other. the force of the kick sending them across the room. you looked up to find a gun pointing directly in your face, senses telling you to duck in time as he fired.

crouching low, you swept his legs and knocked him out once he was on the ground. jerking your head up quickly you took notice of the only two left, and you shot webs to the walls directly behind them. they sneered at you condescendingly, “you missed us.”

you only cocked your head and you jumped up high and pulled hard, using the momentum to pull you forward. you kicked them both hard in the face at the same time, neutralizing them at once. you internally winced at the sounds of their noses cracking.

“you’re so badass, where did you learn to fight like that?” jeno said in awe. you didn’t answer him. you turned quickly to face the kingpin again, and you froze when you saw the sight. he had hyuck by the hair again, untied and standing, neck fully exposed. his dimples smile directed at you as he held a needle in his left hand centimeters away from hyuck’s throat, and he kept his chin on hyuck’s right shoulder.

“if he injects him with that -.” jaemin started and you cut him off.

“i know,” you murmured between clenched teeth, voice coming out more curt than you intended.

“take off your mask,” the kingpin requested of you happily. you stood up from your low stance.

“why?” you asked, not moving an inch. your brain was in hyperdrive trying to search the room for another option. you would accept any option at all to help at this point – and there. in the corner. you found it.

“because i want to watch your face as i kill the man you love.” you pretended to pause to think, bringing your finger to your chin in dramatic fashion.

“i will… but only if you tell me your name,” you responded.

“i don’t think you’re in a position to bargain here.” he still smiled, the grin starting to pull at his lips in a way that looked painful. you wished he would stop. the insanity of it all crossed your threshold of comfort ages ago.

“you’re right, but i would at least like to know the name of the man who’s about to kill me. consider it chivalry.” you figured when you survived this, you’d have some sort of leverage. the smile he gave you as he pondered grew more insane, and it made you uneasy.

“my name is jaehyun. what’s yours?” he chirped, a little too happily.

“ah, ah, ah,” you tutted while wagging a finger at him, letting forced amusement filter in your voice for his sake, “you only get one. my face, or my name.” shifting to one foot, you rested your hand on your hip.

feigning nonchalance was not your strong suit, but it helped when your face was covered. jaehyun didn’t hesitate with his answer.

“face.” and it was your turn to pause. you didn’t want to do this.

“please don’t,” hyuck whispered to you, eyes pleading with you, and jaehyun tugged his hair harder, earning a hiss from hyuck.

“come now. a deal’s a deal.” he scolded you both gently. your head slumped slightly as you reached up to your hood and tugging it back. then your hands made their way to your face slowly and you could hear both jeno and jaemin’s protests in your ears.

“y/n, don’t!” they shouted through the headset. you tugged off the mask, head down and with your hands open in a surrendering motion, you laid the mask down against the knocked out guard.

so they could still see.

so they could still call for help in case something went horribly wrong.

you finally looked up to make eye contact with hyuck first, you were surprised when you didn’t see fear there anymore. he looked a little proud, and somehow, also angry.

you finally dragged your eyes away from hyuck’s and looking jaehyun directly in his. he dragged his eyes up and down your body, your senses going haywire with the way he was looking at you, chills traveling down your spine making the hairs on your neck stand on end. everything about this man made your body scream danger.

“you’re surprisingly beautiful… you know what? i’ll make a deal. tell you what, you let me use you instead, keep you as mine only, and i’ll set him free.”

“just like that?” you asked, noticing how his hand drifted slightly away from hyuck’s neck.

“just like that,” jaehyun laughed, his eyes roaming over your body in a way that seemed hungry for a moment, the stare going on far longer than socially acceptable. you resisted the urge to scowl.

“no,” was all hyuck said. the finality in his voice made you jerk your head.

“where do you think you have the footing to defy me?” jaehyun murmured into hyuck’s neck and he inhaled deeply.

god, he was so fucking weird, you couldn’t help but think as the corners of your lips tugged down.

jaehyun still looking intently at you, he grinned widely at the grimace you made at the semi intimate action. you could only watch as jaehyun’s face grew darker and his eyes lit up brightly as an idea struck him.

the insane man stared at you as he forced hyuck’s head to face him, you were out of his line of sight and hyuck struggled against his hold to be able to see you again but immediately froze when jaehyun kissed him hard. it wasn’t a passionate kiss, it wasn’t meant to be romantic. but one with a hidden purpose. it was meant to hurt everyone in the room.

you took a step forward and raised your arm slightly.

“stop it.” your voice was soft.

hyuck didn’t move, keeping his lips shut tightly but it still didn’t help the rage that was bubbling up. jaehyun didn’t seem bothered by hyuck’s struggles, and he finally released hyuck’s mouth at your request and licked his lips. he was satisfied with the emotions he knew he had created in you and rested his head on hyuck’s neck again. you ground your teeth together, trying to compose yourself.

hyuck caught your eyes, and you could only hope the look in yours screamed that you were sorry for getting him caught up in this. you couldn’t help but begin to blame yourself all over again.

hyuck shaking his head caught your eye, he was good at reading you. his eyes burned with a sort of defiance and you felt a bit of tension leave your shoulders at that. he didn’t blame you, neither should you. it wouldn’t be that easy, but it was a start. after long seconds, jaehyun broke the silence, not being able to handle his lack of understanding in the silent conversation.

“you know, i could keep you both. i could have so much fun with the both of you.” he purred and he waited patiently for your response.

“absolutely not,” you and hyuck said together instantly. jaehyun visibly pouted.

“fine,” he huffed, looking up at you from the crook of hyuck’s neck. “i guess i’ll just have to kill you both then.” jaehyun’s hand that was still gripping the needle moved forward, and as if everything moved in slow motion for you, you shot a web to stick his hand to the wall with the needle, and shot another web that stuck to hyuck and yanked hard, pulling him close to you, grabbing a fistful of his hoodie and pulled him close to make sure he wouldn’t fall from the force.

“hey,” he breathed, relief washing over him as he stood so close to you. he couldn’t relax fully but to be near you calmed him somehow. “if you wanted me close, you could have just asked. the man you love is more than willing.” he flirted shamelessly, smirking shakily down at you. he was trying any way he could to break the tension somehow and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“glad to know you’re still you.” your senses alerted you, and your body reacted on its own. you shoved hyuck to the ground before you even knew what the danger was. realizing a second later what as the sound of the gunshot rang. it hit you fully in the chest, knocked you on your back and you slid across the ground several feet.

the scream of your name you heard hyuck yell broke your heart, you never wanted to hear that again you decided right then and there. as you regained your breath that had been knocked out of you, you groaned aloud, noting somewhere in the back of your mind that if jaehyun was paying attention, he now had your name and face. you would worry about that later.

you struggled to lift yourself on one elbow, a little sore but you didn’t feel the pain that you did the time before. the modifications worked, examples by the fact that you brushed off the bullet as if it were dust. you couldn’t miss how it infuriated jaehyun as he was still stuck to the wall, his face turning red in anger. you slowly rose to your feet.

“damn, dude. can’t even kill a girl right, can you?” you taunted, and you noticed he angled his gun towards hyuck who was scrambling to get up to come to your side and in the same second you grabbed the gun you had landed next to. you found the mark you had noticed earlier and shot the beaker filled with a liquid that you were sure it was flammable if the labels on the surrounding areas were anything to go by. the small bunsen burner underneath it ignited the liquid and started a chain reaction. you stepped in front of hyuck, pushing him back down to the ground to protect him as the explosion rocked the building around you.

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you had smiled down at him, and all hyuck could think to say was, “i’m so sorry, this is all my fault.”

“what?!” you exclaimed, and grunted as the weight pressed down further.

“if i hadn’t -.”

“not now hyuck, you know damn well that none of this is your fault. if you don’t think it’s my fault, then you can’t possibly think it’s yours but we can talk about that later, now please, can you stand?” it took hyuck longer than he’d like to admit to process the question, but eventually he nodded. he groaned as he stumbled to his feet, grabbing his side as it revolted against the movement. definitely bruised, maybe cracked.

“good, good.” you said, “now if only you could move about six feet away, that would be…” the slab shifted and your knees buckled slightly. “that would be great.”

“i’m not leaving you!” he argued. and your patience ran thin, the weight and panic of trying to save him getting to you.

“now is not the time, donghyuck! please!” you yelled at him, crying out in frustration at the situation. it caused him to pause, you never used his real name, always the shortened version you had decided on calling him since you were kids. he wavered for a moment, internally arguing with himself before stumbling away the distance you had asked. he turned back to see your knee buckle under the weight and he wanted to reach out to you.

“no, stay there. give me…” the slab shifted again and he watched you sink lower against the weight. “give me a few seconds to think.”

“y/n, you don’t have seconds!” he was frantic now with worry, watching you struggle.

you looked up to glare at him, “you’re not helping!” then your vision drifted to over his shoulder and a familiar idea popped in your head. you shifted as minutely as possible, freeing a hand. you shot a web across the room to the opposing wall and you wrapped your hand around it tightly.

“when i move, this will fall. cover your eyes or turn away. preferably both in case this crushes me,” you ordered, half joking as always, before taking two steadying breaths, once you had watched him turn halfway, and he wasn’t moving further than that, you yanked, pulling hard with all the strength you had left. the slab shifted instantly and the weight worsened but not before you were flung far from the collapsing chunk of building.

the crash of the cement slab echoed loudly in what was left of the room and hyuck ran to your side as you lay on the ground. he turned you over and at your smile, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. you sat up to look at him fully, eyes taking in his injuries. tears sprung in his eyes, and he held your cheeks in his hands.

“you’re okay.”

“you’re okay.” you parroted back at him.

you leaned forward slightly but before you could move more than an inch, his lips crashed into yours. there was a sense of need, urgency and passion in this kiss.

as if the kiss was solidifying that you were safe, you were here. one of his hands traveling down to your waist, pulling you tightly against him, the other holding onto your face like he was afraid to let go.

your hands made their way to his hair and he notated in the back of his mind that it hurt but it didn’t stop him from moving his lips against yours. after what felt like hours, you both finally separated, and he rested his forehead against yours as you both caught your breaths. he couldn’t take his eyes off of your face.

“if i had known getting kidnapped and almost murdered would have made you bolder, i would have told you much sooner.” you joked against his lips, pulling back a bit to smile up at him and he gave you his signature smirk as usual. you paused and tilted your head slightly away and strained your ears, sirens.

“police are coming, guess jeno and jaemin assumed something went wrong,” you said, slowly rising to your feet and reaching out a hand to help him up. you scanned the room quickly trying to catch sight of jaehyun but came up empty. you halfway hoped he had died but something told you that wasn’t the case. and you stopped yourself, realizing that you’d feel guilty for that train of thought later.

“well they assumed right – wait, what?!” he exclaimed and he struggled to his feet but overall was far more steady than he had been minutes before. you attempted to walk a few steps away from him but he refused to let go of your hand, so you tugged him along to pick up your mask that had dust covering it.

“i’ll tell you when we’re away from here,” you smiled at him before raising your mask slightly, hopefully showing to jeno and jaemin if they were still watching that you both were alive.

“you ready for another trip through the city, my style?” and he seemed almost childlike in his response, his giddiness showing through his grin he gave you.

“hell yeah, babe.”

#lee haechan fic #haechan x reader fic #haechan x reader fluff #haechan #lee haechan #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #haechan fluff #haechan x reader #nctdream au #gimmehyuck #masterlist #i’m not sorry for the nomin #i’m also not sorry for jaehyun’s behavior #i’ve been debating on writing like a lil one shot type thing from the viewpoint of jaehyun #my brain wants to make this like a three part series or smth #but my motivation will probably say no #oh i should also tag this as angst too huh? #haechan angst #also i was originally gonna do a mark spider fic but there’s a lot and i was like hmm #you know who would make a good mj? #hyuck #that’s who #p.s. i imagined the suit to be like a mix of spidergwen and the spiderwoman from the comics #idk i just liked the hood

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Heartbeat pt.2

Summary: After starting a situationship with your best friend from high school, things start to become complicated. Especially when you start to catch feelings.

Jaehyun x Reader

Haechan x Reader (In pt2 and 3 ) w.c: 12.2k

Genre: Comedy, Romance, Smut, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Protected sex (they wrap it before they tap it, what a concept!, Mentions of oral (f.receiving ), sexual themes, drinking, degrading (not during sex though so proceed with caution), a couple arguments, Jaehyun is kinda dick in this part sorry, rejection, trying to kiss someone without their consent, if i missed anything please comment but i think that’s it!

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<- Previous Part

It was about a month after the beach and you were on one of  several failed dates. You wondered if you were doomed to just never have a partner at this point as you walked away from your date. You were also starting to think that maybe Jaehyun raised your standards too high, but you also knew your worth and knew what you deserved. Speaking of him, he was calling.

“Hey,” You sighed out, hopping on the bus back to your campus.

“Oh, you sound disappointed. Was it that bad?” You could only chuckle at how even over the phone he could tell when something was wrong. That was just good best friend behavior you figured.

“It wasn’t bad, he's just a little self absorbed. The whole time he just kept talking about how he was valedictorian in high school and all his awards and accolades.” You explained at a hushed volume out of respect for the other riders. “Then he went on to talk about the game he’s developing and how it’s already been kickstarted by some sponsors. The game part was interesting but it was the damn “me” show about high school when he’s a whole junior in college.” 

“Yeesh, sounds boring. Well I have something that might cheer you up and get you some action.” Jaehyun spoke, there was some rustling in the background so you figured he was still in bed. 

“I’m listening.”

“Alphas are having a party tonight, theme is cartoon characters, so if you take the bus to my place we could go out and go shopping, pregame, and then head over.” That sounded intriguing and like just what you needed to forget about this yet again unsuccessful date. 

“I do need to stop at my dorm for makeup though, so can you pick me up there?” Jaehyun made an affirmative humming sound from the other side of the line. 

“Yeah, I'll be there in ten.” 

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The party was in full swing, and you could successfully say that your pregaming had you feeling good. You were dressed as Bloom from Winx Club You managed to find a blue minidress in your closet so that eliminated part of your outfit. When you and Jaehyun went shopping you also found some wings and a tiara and before you knew it your costume  was complete. 

At the moment you were dancing with some guy you couldn’t remember the name of; loving the way his hands felt on you. He had his chest to your back and was using his hands to help you grind back against him. The song wasn’t even that kind of song but in your state it just felt right. Everything felt perfect and everything about your dance partner was so attractive, his jet black hair, his sun kissed skin, and the moles scattered across his face only added to his beauty. His voice sent shivers down your spine as he whispered things in your ear the things he wanted to do to you and you couldn’t deny that you wanted those things done to you. You were on cloud nine, feeling numb enough to not notice the pair of eyes that was watching you and your dance partner, but conscious enough to know that you wanted the man behind you. 

“You’re so gorgeous, can’t believe you didn’t come with anyone.” Ok, maybe you had failed to mention that you came to this party with Jae, but you weren’t together so that didn’t really matter. Besides he left you the second you walked through the doors, so as far as you were concerned you were just friends who happened to be at the same party.

“I could say the same for you too, honestly.” You weren’t lying either, maybe he was a serial killer and that's why he didn’t have someone. People like him did tend to be serial killers, charismatic, handsome; were you dancing with a serial killer? 

 “Let’s go back to my place babe,” he whispered in your ear, voice low and raspy, “I’ll show you a better time than this lame party.” Saying no was the last thing on your mind as you allowed the pretty stranger to lead you away from the crowds and loud bass reverberating through the cramped house. Even if he did turn out to be a serial killer at least you got to have a good time before you died.

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You could confidently say that Donghyuck wasn’t a serial killer. You could only say that because you were in his bed being given what you could only classify as your best lay since Jaehyun and not dead in a field somewhere. Words weren’t the only thing he was smooth with, you could name about three other things on top of that. One of them was his dick, which was currently in you. Unlike most men you’ve fucked after parties, Donghyuck took his time with you; bringing you to orgasm once from his tongue and fingers before he finally entered you. Needless to say, you were in a state of pure ecstasy and didn’t want it to stop anytime soon. 

“Hyuck-, fuck, feels good…” Your nails were digging into the skin of his shoulders, no doubt leaving marks, but that seemed to only spur him on. You could feel every drag of his cock against your walls as he pulled out almost to the tip before thrusting back in roughly. You could hear every whimper and whine he was letting out which was slightly muffled by the pillow his head was buried in. Judging from the way he ate you out earlier, you could tell he was getting off of the fact that you felt good too and it almost stirred something in you. 

“You’re so gorgeous, you sound so pretty for me.” His voice was a bit husky in your ear, but still had that nasal lilt to it that you found so attractive. You could tell he was close by how his thrusts were starting to grow erratic and less calculated, somehow he was still managing to hit your g-spot dead on, despite his clear fatigue. As if he knew he wasn’t going to last long enough to pull another orgasm out of you, he quickly moved his hand between your bodies to start rubbing roughly at your clit. You couldn’t help the loud moan that came from you as he continued the onslaught of pleasure but moving his mouth down to your neck again to suck hickeys onto your neck. “Fuck, come on baby, give it to me.” It felt like his permission was all you needed to let go for a second time that night and only seconds later he was following you, moaning your name out into the silence of his apartment as his thrusts came to a stop. 

Donghyuck finally rolled off of you after a few minutes, five of which those seven minutes consisted of a slow makeout session as you came down from your highs. You could feel his eyes on you, so you turned to face him, giving him an awkward smile. “I’ll call an Uber.” You figured that’s why he was looking at you, and before you could exit the bed he grabbed your wrist.

“You hungry?” 

A pregnant pause.

“I could eat.”

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Sitting in a Dennys at 2:00 AM is not how you expected your night to end. You and Donghyuck had spent the better part of an hour talking and getting to know each other. He was easy to talk to, and funny, you didn’t feel like you were forcing any of your reactions which made you feel a lot more at ease than usual.

“Wait, you're Haechan? The streamer?” Donghyuck nodded, shoveling a scoop of hash browns into his mouth. “That’s so fucking crazy, my best friend loves your streams. We used to fuck and I remember one time he got the notification for your stream and stopped mid fuck to watch you.” Donghyuck nearly choked on the strip of bacon he was munching on.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” You shook your head. “That’s so sick, did he at least like pick up where he left off while watching?” Another shake. 

“I had to push him on his back and ride him.” Donghyuck laughed loudly, catching the attention of most of the other late night eaters, but it was clear he didn’t care. 

“Now that I think about it, there was this one time I read a comment and it deadass said ‘I was fucking my girl and stopped to watch.’ I thought it was probably a troll, but that might’ve been him.”

You scoffed, shaking your head once again. “There’s no way that was him, he would never refer to me as ‘his girl’ it would be kind of funny if that was him though.” Donghyuck hummed in agreement, it was all he could do since he didn’t even know Jaehyun. 

There was a small awkward silence filled only with the sounds of plates clinking and light chatter from the other patrons. Donghyuck looked like he was having a debate with himself befofe hr finally opened his mouth. “Look, uhm, I don’t usually do this, I honestly don’t usually take my hookups to pre-breakfast either, but I was wondering if I could get your number?” 

You were a bit shocked. You thought maybe this was normal and Donghyuck was just one of those nice guys who treated his fucks to post coiatal meals. Hearing otherwise brought a bit of heat to your cheeks. 

“So uh… is that a no? Don’t leave me hanging here.”

“Oh no, wait no, I mean yes! Yes… you can have my number.” 

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“You’ve been smiling at your phone a lot lately. You and big head aren’t fucking again right?” Minjeong was doing your nails on the floor of your dorm, and you were definitely making it hard since you were texting Donghyuck with the hand she was trying to get you to dry. 

“Of course not. I’m texting a new guy, I met him at that party me and Jae went to.” Minjeong perked up at the mention of a new guy. Talks like these reminded you of being a teenager, but they were always relaxing. You seriously owed Minjeong some girl time anyway with how far up Jaehyun’s ass you had been for the past year.

“So what’s his name?”

“Donghyuck, he goes here obviously, also get this, ” Minjeong leaned in “he’s that streamer that Jae likes a lot.”

“No way!?” Minjeong gasped, she accidentally swiped a little polish on your finger, but you didn’t mind.

You nodded, smiling basically ear to ear. “Yes way, and he’s so cute. He’s telling me how he wants to take me on a date this weekend!” You closed your phone to give Minjeong your undivided attention while she swiped acetone over her previous mistake.

“I’m happy for you, I know I was kind of an ass with all the ‘I told you so’, but I really just wanted you to be with  someone who treats you for what you’re worth.” You knew that, but hearing it felt really good. You always knew Minjeong was just looking out for you, but she also knew that whatever you felt for Jaehyun wasn’t going away like magic. Even now you sometimes felt a twinge of what you used to when he did certain things, but it wasn’t as strong as it was a month ago. 

“It’s ok Minnie, I know you only had my best interest.” You brought your nails hand up to blow on the wet polish. “Look on the bright side though, I went through all that and now I've learned my lesson. No more wasting time or energy on people who don’t deserve it.” 

Minjeong jostled your shoulder, “That’s my girl.”

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 A week later you were with Donghyuck in his apartment, playing a co-op game called “it takes two” that he specifically bought for the date. He turned on his twitch to stream, but he left his mic off to enjoy the moment with you. He was ticking so many boxes and even Minjeong gave him the stamp of approval when he met her a couple hours ago. Everything today was perfect, he bought you flowers, ordered from your favorite takeout place and even surprised you with slippers for you to wear around the apartment. You had been seeing each other for about a month now so you figured he would be asking you to be his girlfriend soon, but you were in no rush. His gestures meant the world to you and even then just his presence was enough for you to feel satisfied. 

Now the two of you were snuggled up side by side, controllers in hand and your head on his shoulder. Nothing could ruin this moment, nothing except your phone which had been buzzing on the nightstand for a good two minutes. “Hey babe, I can pause if you wanna get that?” You looked up at Donghyuck with a small pout before shaking your head. You felt bad that whoever was calling you clearly didn’t get the memo that you were busy. 

“We can keep playing, I’ll talk and play, m’sorry.” Donghyuck waved it off as he waited for you to answer your phone. You rolled your eyes slightly when you saw Jaehyun’s photo, but still answered the facetime call. “What’s up loser?” You sounded less than enthused, but he should’ve expected that since you ignored his calls for two minutes. 

“God what crawled up your ass and died weirdo and why aren’t you showing your face?” Jaehyun scoffed as if his facetime screen wasn’t paused.

“Just the fact that you’ve been calling me for two minutes. What the fuck did you want? I’m kinda busy.” You cursed under your breath since you and Donghyuck failed the game stage for the fifth time. 

“First of all, I wanted to see if you wanted to grab dinner and come watch a movie, I’ll buy obviously. Second of all, if you’re gonna lie about being busy at least make it believable, I can hear you playing a game in the background.” Jaehyun had some fucking nerve assuming you would lie to him about being busy, but you weren’t gonna fight about it. You were gonna be civil. Even though Donghyuck had heard the way you and Jaehyun talked to each other before, he was a little annoyed that the other man was accusing you of lying. 

“Jae, I’m on a date and we’re playing a game, so I actually am very busy. 

“Wait… are you playing ‘it takes two’?” Jaehyun didn’t know about Donghyuck. He knew you had been on dates, but since he didn’t ask who with, you didn’t bother telling him it was Donghyuck A.K.A. his favorite streamer. 

“Yeah, with my date.” You knew you sounded like a bitch, but you didn’t care. Jaehyun had barely been hanging out with you and even then it seemed like he only wanted to when he was bored. You were trying to follow Minjeong’s and your own advice and stop wasting time on people that don’t deserve it.

“If you’re actually playing a game with your date, show your face and his, then show the tv.” You were so close to hanging up on Jaehyun, but when you saw the screen pause and suddenly your phone was being held up by Donghyuck. 

Donghyuck didn’t look happy. All of the irritation must have been building up to a point where even Jaehyun looked concerned. “Look, Jaehyun, I get it, you’re bored. I’m sure you miss having Y/N at your beck and call because you knew she would drop anything for you before.” Jaehyun opened his mouth to speak, but one glare from Donghyuck had him closing it immediately. “Those times are past and whatever sick game you’re playing at needs to stop. Got it?” The silence on the line was loud, Donghyuck knew he made his point. “Good. Now I’m going to go back to playing games with my girlfriend, enjoy the stream Jaehyun.” With that he pressed the end call button with a sigh and immediately after you were straddling the man.

“Girlfriend huh?” 

Donghyuck set his controller down and placed his hands on your hips, it was all he could do to look cool despite the blush rushing his face. “Yeah uhm… I was going to ask you later during pillow talk after some earth shattering sex, but this is cool too I guess.” 

You giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek. “This is cool too, don’t worry. We can still have earth shattering sex but now as boyfriend and girlfriend.” It was Donghyuck’s turn to giggle now. “Do you want to keep playing, we could even turn on the mic?” 

Haechan shook his head, “No I think it’s time for that earth shattering sex we were talking about.” You bit your lip trying to suppress a laugh, he was so goofy and hot at the same time, you didn’t understand how anyone could be capable of that. 

“I think that can be arranged…boyfriend.”

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“He told you off?” Mark nearly yelled, catching the attention of several of the other students in the library. 

“Dude keep it down, we’re in a library.” Johnny reminded before focusing back on his music theory assignment. 

“Sorry, he told you off?” Mark asked again this time in a more suitable whisper.

“Yes, and she didn’t say shit bro, she just let him.” Jaehyun grumbled, taking a chip from the bag Johnny had managed to smuggle in. 

Johnny was pretty unamused with the entire situation, given that he asked if the two men wanted to study in the library, but had basically been talking the whole time. “Have you ever thought that maybe she’s over how you treat her. I know you think you’re like bestie of the year, but you literally evaded her feelings for at least 6 months just so you would have an easy fuck.” 

Jaehyun scoffed, “Remind me to stop telling you about my problems.” Johnny simply rolled his eyes before training them back on the score in front of him. 

“I mean he has a point. You knew she caught feelings a while ago, and your agreement was to break it off, but you kept everything up. Plus you were the one who kept fucking with her and being all domestic, she’s probably traumatized.” Jaehyun shot a glare at Mark; he did not come here to be ganged up on.

“She can’t be but so traumatized since she spends all her time with Haechan, or Donghyuck, whatever the fuck his name is.” Mark and Johnny looked ready to hit their heads against the table, but clearly this was a delicate situation that needed to be nurtured and cared for so that Jaehyun would actually get some sense.

“Jae, buddy, pal, old friend if you will.”

“Get to the point Johnathan.” 

Johnny sighed, “See the point is, she’s in a relationship now. You had your 15 minutes of fame where she basically avoided getting into something because she was holding out hope for you. Now, she’s tired of waiting. She wants something that makes her feel loved and worth it and frankly, your bare minimum effort of taking her back to your place to watch a movie and then fuck, isn’t cutting it.”

“Bars.” Mark fist bumped Johnny, adding an explosion sound effect at the end.

“You guys are losers. She didn’t seem to be complaining about the movie and fuck a couple months ago.” Mark cringed and Johnny simply shook his head at the way their friend could so shamelessly talk about you like that.

“Jaehyun, listen to yourself, you sound delusional. She may not have been complaining, but that’s also because if she did you would’ve had to break all of that off. You’re acting like she broke up with you when the two of you weren’t even together in the first place.” Johnny’s volume was starting to increase, but he couldn’t help it, he wasn’t the closest to you, but he refused to let Jaehyun disrespect you like this. “Also you literally only text or call her now when we can’t hang out. Do you think that makes her feel good?” Jaehyun opened his mouth, but Johnny cut him off. “Don’t answer that because I know you’re about to say some bullshit. You need to get with the program and stop treating her like some play thing that you decide to pick up everytime your other toys are broken!” Johnny finished closing his laptop and packing up his belongings. 

“Dude, where are you going?” Jaehyun groaned before looking at Mark who was following in Johnny’s actions. “You too? Come on!”

Mark just shook his head, slinging his backpack over his shoulder before speaking again. “Dude, you have some serious soul searching to do. We don’t mind if you vent, but the way you talk about and treat her is sick.” Jaehyun just clicked his teeth in response to the younger man. 

“Whatever.” Jaehyun stood up from the table and stormed out of the library.

“He needs to get laid.” 

“Totally.” Mark agreed.

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“How in the fuck do you remember all of these bones?” Donghyuck asked, leaning over from behind you at all the flash cards you had laid out. 

“I print out flashcards for all of them and corresponding pictures and play matching games.” You responded, matching the humerus card to its corresponding photo. Donghyuck puffed out a laugh before kissing you on the cheek and walking into the kitchen to assess what he could make for dinner.

“So do you want ramen or ramen tonight?” He asked, peeking out his head from behind the cabinet. 

“Oh, what about ramen? I saw a recipe for it the other day.” 

Donghyuck hummed while grabbing two packets out of the cabinet. “Sounds good!” 

You and Donghyuck had been spending a lot more time together since you officially got together. Most nights were spent at his apartment, to the point where he cleared out a drawer as well as closet space for some of your clothes. You hadn’t heard much from Jaehyun, but you weren’t surprised. You heard from Mark that he had been moody lately so you just figured he was in some funk he needed to get over. 

“Babe, how mad would you be if I got lazy and ordered chicken instead of cooking.” Donghyuck materialized behind you at some point, startling you. He laughed a little at your shocked state, not for long though as he brought his hands down to your shoulders and began massaging them, relieving all your tension. 

“I would be a little upset because you said I could pay for the next meal.” You craned your neck to look up at him, putting on your best pout. Donghyuck made a few dramatic facial expressions as if he was a cartoon character trying to resist something. You played along, jutting your bottom lip out farther and making your eyes bigger and as if you had shocked him he went flying back. You turned around to see him on the floor clutching his heart and couldn’t help but giggle at his dramatics.

“Girlfriend pout, very effective, health level critical.” Donghyuck made his voice more scratchy as he writhed around on the floor. He made eye contact with you and you shot him another pout which seemed to do it since he went limp on the floor, sticking his tongue out as an ending flourish. 

You stood up from the table and joined Donghyuck on the floor. You leaned down to connect your lips to his cheek and he sat up so quick you almost bumped foreheads. 

“Kiss of revival, full health restored!” 

“You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah your dork.” Donghyuck stated matter of factly you couldn’t help but nod in agreement as you placed another kiss on his lips this time. 

“Yes my dork, now do you want soy garlic or plain?” Donghyuck looked at you as if he was offended. “Soy garlic it is, go make some rice dork, I’ll order some kimchi too since we ran out.” 

“I like the sound of that.” Donghyuck hummed out, kissing your shoulder.

“Of course you do, it’s hard to forget how much you like kimchi, you’ve gone through two of those big ass jars in a month. It’s a bit concerning actually, how is your stomach not fucked up? 

Donghyuck made a sound of disagreement, which made you raise an eyebrow. Did he even hear anything you said?

“No not that, I liked when you said ‘we ran out’ s’cute, like we’re married.” You didn’t even realize you said that which made you blush, maybe you were getting a little too comfortable. 

Obviously Donghyuck didn’t mind, he seemed to like the pace you were moving at, and you did too, but you didn’t realize how easily you were slipping into the domesticated lifestyle. It wasn’t necessarily bad, but it was just surprising, you never thought you would act like that with anyone other than Jaehyun. Now that you were here and got to share it with someone that actually wanted you, it felt nice.

“Marriage is a little extreme.” You pulled up the delivery app on your phone, hoping the harsh light would conceal your blush.

“This early on, I suppose, yeah. After a year or two, though, maybe it won’t seem as extreme.” Donghyuck was now sitting behind you, his chin hooked over your shoulder. 

A small pause filled the air.

“Food’s ordered! I need to keep studying so you need to let go.”

Donghyuck whined loud and dramatically, the nasally sound which would probably be annoying to most made you smile. 

“Look, not all of us are nerdy CS majors.” You kissed his cheek before attempting to stand up and return to the table, but Donghycuk was weighing you down. “Hyuck, come on. The sooner you let me study, the sooner we can go to bed and cuddle.”

“What if I don’t want to cuddle?” His voice was suddenly darker which made you gulp a little.

“We can do that too, but not until I finish studying. The longer you keep me here, the longer you have to wait.” Donghyuck paused for a moment before ultimately letting you go. 

“You better give me the most mind boggling head later.” 

You couldn’t help but scoff as you sat back at the table, continuing your matching game. “I can do more than that, don’t worry. If you keep distracting me though, you won’t be getting anything.”  

“You wouldn’t dare.” Donghyuck was glaring at you from the sink where he was washing rice.

“Try me Donghyuck.”

It was all playful banter, but Donghyuck didn’t bother you after that. Unlike Jaehyun, he actually understood that you needed to pass your classes. You never realized how behind you always were until you were with Donghyuck. Anytime you needed to study he didn’t pressure you into keeping him entertained or rush your studying. Jaehyun did exactly the opposite and while it didn’t always bother you, there were definitely times you wished he wasn’t so pushy. 

After about 45 minutes your food finally arrived and you also felt like you were in a good enough position to stop studying. Your test was in a couple of days, but you needed to stay on top of everything so you didn’t fall behind. Donghyuck prepared both your plates while you put your flashcards away and the two of you ate in a comfortable silence before retiring to his room for the night . 

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A month and a half later you were at another party. The end of the semester Greek life kickback was in full swing and Donghyuck of course knew a few people who were able to get the both of you in. Since you and Donghyuck were still together, you decided that you would spend your summer with him. Usually you would go home and Jaehyun would drive you to visit, but since the two of you hadn’t spoken since your last “fight” your plans changed. You and Donghyuck still planned to go home to introduce him to your parents at some point, but for now the two of you were basking in the last light of your honeymoon phase. 

Currently you and Donghyuck were outside by the fire pit, smushed together on a hammock as you nursed the shitty alcohol provided by the frat. You met a few of his friends that were in the frat, and all of you were enjoying the night together.

“Wait hold on, he took you out to denny's after and asked you out there?” Chenle, one of the frat brothers and Donghyuck’s friend, asked incredulously.

“Yes, I mean I just thought it was normal for him, but then he told me otherwise. It was kinda cute honestly.” You glanced over at Donghyuck who seemed less than amused with the topic.

“Dude you gotta work on your game.” Jeno commented, taking a sip from his cup.

“Where else was I gonna take her at 2 in the morning?” 

“He has a point.” Jaemin said from beside you. He was the reason you and Donghyuck were basically on top of each other on the hammock. 

“I mean maybe ask after sex like a normal person or order a pizza and ask. Who makes someone get up and go out after blowing their back out.” Chenle argued, spilling his drink slightly as he talked with his hands. 

“I was trying to impress her a bit, pizza is so cliche, also I was trying to make sure she didn’t dip after; pizza in the apartment gives someone the chance to dip.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle as they argued about you as if you weren’t there, but it was entertaining to watch them all go back and forth.

“Ok you have a point, she definitely could’ve dipped. Would you have dipped?” Chenle directed his attention back to you.

“I mean like you said I had just gotten my back blown out, so probably not.” 

“See! You could’ve done pizza.” Donghyuck rolled his eyes at his friend, but ultimately relinquished the fight by putting his hands up.

“I have to pee really quick, I’ll be back. Does anyone need another drink while I'm gone?” You asked as you struggled to stand up from the hammock.

“I’ll take one, just ask for one of the pitchers, they’ll give it to you if you mention my name.” You nodded at Jeno before making your way into the noisy house.

The music was so loud you could feel the house shaking around you, and pushing through all the sweaty bodies was making the experience all the more overwhelming. You knew there was a bathroom on the second floor that was only for frat members, but Jeno and Chenle told you no one would even notice you use it, let alone go upstairs. You regretted wearing a short dress since you had to pull it down with basically every step you took, but Donghyuck had gifted it to you, so it would’ve felt wrong not wearing it. After pushing through for about two minutes you finally saw the stairs, but before you could take the first step you felt someone grabbing your wrist.

“What the fuck!” You looked behind you to see who had the audacity and you almost wish you hadn’t. 

Jaehyun was there, holding your wrist before pulling you into his chest. He wrecked of alcohol and sweat, the smell leaving a sour taste in your mouth as you tried to pull away. 

“Y/N, I missed you. Where have you been?” His words were slurred and he wore a small smirk on his face. The same smirk that used to reel you in made you feel nothing, it honestly disgusted you. 

“With my boyfriend, now if you could let me go I need to pee.” 

“Still? Come on, we need to catch up.” Jaehyun’s grip on your wrist didn’t falter, no matter how much you tugged against his grip. 

“Jae, please let go.” You were trying to keep your voice firm, but you were starting to become distressed. You left your phone with Donghyuck so you couldn’t text him for help and the music was too loud to even think about screaming. You only had one option truthfully. “Jae, just let me use the bathroom and then we can talk.” Your ultimatum seemed to please him because he loosened his grip enough for you to slip away and up the stairs.

You locked the door immediately after you entered the bathroom. You hoped Jaehyun wasn’t so drunk that he wouldn’t try to come in, but you had no idea at this point. You looked across from the door, praying there was a window that you could yell out of to get your boyfriend’s attention, but when you were met with a white wall you lost all hope. For now you just focused on peeing, maybe Donghyuck would come inside and look for you after noticing how long you’d been gone. 

“Hurry up!” Loud banging on the door followed by Jaehyun’s slurred speech startled you as you were washing your hands. You hoped he hadn’t followed you, but of course he did, of course he was behind that door banging on it like a maniac. “If you don’t come out, I’m coming in!” 

You groaned loudly and opened the door, pulling the taller man in. He was still wearing that stupid smirk on his face as he looked down at you.

“You’re still so easy.”

“What?”

You couldn’t believe your ears. It really was a game to him at this point. He sounded completely sober, was he playing you this entire time?

“You sure you like this guy, you opened that door pretty easily. Just admit that you wanted to mess around like old times, I won’t be mad.” Jaehyun stepped closer to you as he spoke, cornering you to the point that your back was painfully pressed against the sink. “Let’s just start again, I’m sure you got over what was going through your head back then. Don’t you miss it? Don’t you miss me, miss being my girl?” He leaned in closer and you could feel your breaths mingling the closer he got to you.

You a few months ago might’ve reacted differently. You probably would’ve kissed him and fallen into his sheets just like every other time. Would’ve gone back to your dorm and cried to Minjeong and Ten like a baby. You were tired of falling and crying though. Tired of letting Jaehyun constantly have his way with you because he knew you would never say no.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Using all your strength you pushed him off. “You do not get to ghost me for almost two months and then suddenly decide you want me back in your life. You’re a selfish piece of shit who only wants to be around me when you’re bored or horny!” Jaehyun opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “I’m happy with Donghyuck and I'm sorry you can’t accept that, but it’s the truth. I’m not leaving him anytime soon and even if I did it won’t be for you.”

“You say that, but I’m sure when he breaks your heart like all the others, you’ll be back in my bed.”

“Fuck you!” You seethed before storming out of the bathroom. You could feel tears brimming in your eyes. You felt so stupid, at least you stood up for yourself, but he still knew how to play you like a fiddle and it infuriated you. 

You couldn’t make it all the way down the stairs before bumping into someone’s chest. You mumbled a quick apology as you tried to pull away but a pair of hands held firmly at your shoulders. Not again was all you could think as you tried to push whoever was holding you. “Get the fuck off!” You sounded like you were throwing a tantrum, but you had hit your limit after being cornered and then belittled by your so-called best friend.

 “Hey, babe, it’s just me, calm down? You were gone for a while and I got worr— hey why are you crying?” Ducking your head was the best attempt you could make at trying to hide from Donghyuck. It was futile but you didn’t want to really relive the things Jaehyun had said to you. “Baby, what happened?” 

“Nothing, let’s go back outside.” 

Donghyuck grimaced, but didn’t push any further as he took your hand. Pushing through the sweaty bodies wasn’t as bad this time with his hand warm in yours. You were scared Jaehyun would catch up with you in the kitchen, but hopefully he wouldn’t cause a scene seeing you with Donghyuck. Finally the two of you were back outside with Donghyuck’s friends. The air thankfully didn’t shift, despite your mood and it made it easier to take your mind off of what had happened earlier. 

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“So you gonna tell me what happened up there?”  

The blinking from the turn signal felt much louder in the silence of the car. Red illuminated the car like a spotlight and it was pointed on you. You could either stay silent and pretend to sleep like you had been doing the entire ride home, or speak and confirm what Donghyuck already knew.

“It was stupid.” 

“You’re such a liar. Clearly it wasn’t that stupid if you won’t talk about it.” 

Silence.

He was right, to you it wasn’t stupid it sucked, but you didn’t want to get Donghyuck riled up. You knew if you told him he’d get pissed, although there was nothing he could do now since the part and Jaehyun were so far behind you.

“It was just Jae being an ass again. That’s all.” 

Out of the corner of your eye you saw his grip on the steering wheel tighten. 

“What did he do?” 

“Donghyuck it’s fin-”

“What did he do!?”

 You couldn’t help but flinch. His tone was harsh; it was the first time he’d ever raised his voice at you.  

“I’m not angry at you. I just want to know what happened.” Donghyuck sighed, features softening as he rubbed a stress-filled hand down his face. “I’m tired of him disrespecting you and our relationship.” 

“If I tell you… what are you gonna do?” Jaehyun was still your best friend at the end of the day. He pissed you off but no matter how horrible he was you couldn’t help but care for him. 

“It depends on what he did.” He glanced over at you just as the light turned green. 

Now your red spotlight was being replaced by spotty harsh yellows and whites as you drove through the sleepy streets of your college town. It was still yours despite the erratic flickering, but it felt more like an interrogation light they way it would suddenly flash on and off.

“I mean it’s like you said, he disrespected me and our relationship…” Maybe this would be enough for him?

“Y/N, stop being vague.”

A sigh and another awkward pregnant silence filled the space.

“He pretended he was drunk and tried to kiss me after cornering me in the bathroom.” You wouldn’t dare look at Donghyuck. Even though you didn’t cheat you still felt so dirty letting Jaehyun talk to you like that. You didn’t understand why you thought you’d be able to have a civil conversation  with the way he’s been acting lately. Some part of you kept holding out hope that things could go back to how they were in high school, but each day that went by proved that it could never be the same.

“When we get home, I want his number.” 

“Hyuck, it’s over, can we please drop it?”

You didn’t even notice that you were now parked in the garage under his apartment. 

“No, I already told you I’m tired of him disrespecting you.” You could tell he was trying his best not to raise his voice. “I’m tired of him acting like a child just because he’s upset at something he did. You didn’t break things off, he did, so he can’t be upset at you for moving on.”  

“I know…I just-”

“You just what? You just don’t want to hurt his feelings? Because he’s, oh let me guess: your best friend?” You opened your mouth, but Donghyuck’s voice was filling the suffocating space instead of your own. “ He’s not your best friend anymore Y/N, if anything he's more like a frenemy. He only cares about you when it benefits him. Wake up!”

You felt like you were being choked by the truth. You knew he was right, but your stupid pride didn’t want to admit that. Jaehyun cared about you, he was just being weird. Granted he had been weird since you started fucking, but that was the besides the point. He had to still care about you deep down, a friendship like yours can’t just fall apart like that. Can it? 

“Look I’m not gonna keep lecturing you, but I’m also not gonna take shit like this lightly. You and Jaehyun need to have a conversation about this shit, because the next time it happens, I will beat his ass.” Donghyuck slammed the door leaving you alone in the car. Alone with your thoughts and your phone. 

Ring

Ring

Ring

“Hello?”

“Jae…”

“Hmm?”

“We need to talk.”

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“So Y/N is spending the break with her boyfriend?” 

Jaehyun didn’t want to hear about you anymore. Your talk didn’t go bad per say, but his guilty conscience wouldn’t get any better the more you were talked about. The talk was filled with tears and apologies, and ultimately Jaehyun agreed to give you some space. After some much needed reflecting he realized that Johnny and Mark were ultimately right, which he hated to admit, but deep down he always knew they were.

“Yeah, they really hit it off, she told me she's visiting next month though.” Jaehyun answered, pushing around the large shell noodles on his plate, as if something new would appear underneath the creamy sauce the plate was drenched in. 

“Oh good, I’ll give her mom a ring and see if we could have a nice dinner all together? I’d love to meet this boy, he sounds lovely based on what Y/MN (your mother’s name)  has told me!” He loved that his mother was excited for you, it was only natural. She considered you like the daughter she never had, and you considered her like your second mother. 

“Sounds like a plan.” 

“Honey, you’ve been off since you got home, what’s wrong?” Curse mother’s intuition. 

“I just messed up. Me and Y/N had a falling out, but it was my fault.” The fork made an ugly screech across the plate. “Mom…I think I’m in love with her.”

The gasp of shock he was expecting never came so Jaehyun was finally forced to meet gazes with his mom.

“Oh sweetie…I know. I’ve known for a long time.” He didn’t know why he expected her not to. Moms always know when somethings up. “Jae, your lack of dating through college was enough evidence. Also I was young once too, playing footsies under the table and then going on a “walk” is not the most amazing cover up.” 

Jaehyun groaned, wishing he could disappear, but he should’ve known his mother was more perceptive than he gave her credit for. “Please try to forget about that, but yeah we had a fling, kind of, it's complicated.” 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jaehyun only nodded in response. “I’ll bring out some dessert and tea.” 

True to her word Jaehyun was now sitting with a large piece of cake and a steaming cup of tea, while recounting some of his very shameful behavior to his mother. 

“And now we’re not really talking much. I check on her here and there, but we don’t call like we used to. We haven’t hung out one on one in months truthfully.” Jaehyun was treating his cake almost like his half eaten pasta at the moment, smushing it around like a child who didn’t want to eat their veggies.

“I don’t blame her for not talking to you honestly.” His mother sighed, taking a small sip from her tea. “You do have a good one though, you’re lucky she hasn’t cut you off.” 

“I know… I just don’t know what to do though. Like I'm just supposed to let her slip from my fingers and be fine with it?”

Mrs. Jeong clicked her tongue and gave her son a knowing look. “I mean yeah. You had your chance to make her yours and I think she gave you more than enough time to get your head out of your ass.” Jaehyun could only nod as he waited for the next onslaught of lectures. “Look baby, you’re just gonna have to be happy for her. It sucks and it’s probably never not going to suck, but if you care for her you’ll wait for her.” 

“But what if they like, last longer and he proposes or something?” 

Another knowing look and a sad smile.

“Then you’re just gonna have to accept it. She went and found something that makes her feel wanted, you can’t blame her for wanting that forever.” 

No mother wanted this for their son, but she also wasn’t going to lie to him. Jaehyun knew that, he always did, but some part of him wanted to be babied and told it would be ok, even if it wasn’t.

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Finally you were venturing home to visit as well as introduce Donghyuck to your family. You weren’t terribly nervous, but you could tell that Donghyuck was. He had spent all week picking out the perfect clothes to wear in front of your family, as well bought gifts for your mother and father. You kept reassuring him that it wasn’t necessary, but he just couldn’t fathom walking into your house empty handed. 

“Donghyuck, the gifts you got are enough, you don’t need to buy flowers and a cake.” 

“I can’t show up empty handed to a potluck! Also the flowers are a housewarming gift.” He had his hands pressed against the glass of the cake display, looking at all the various options he could choose from. 

“Baby, they’ve lived in that house for twenty years, so you’re about two decades late for housewarming. “

“Should we get ganache or buttercream? Actually don’t answer that, I'm getting both.” 

You rolled your eyes, but relented in your efforts to stop him. Donghyuck clearly had his mind made up on how to impress your parents, and you weren’t going to burst his bubble. Your parents already liked him from how highly you spoke of him, but if this would ease his mind you weren’t going to ruin his fun.

“Y/N, welcome home darling! Oh, and you must be Donghyuck, I’ve heard so much about you!” Your mother welcomed both of you with kisses on your cheeks and tight hugs. 

“It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Y/LN (your last name).” Donghyuck ever the charmer handed the large bouquet to your mother as well as a small box. She opened it and gasped at the pearl earrings held inside. “I hope they’re to your liking, I can always exchange them for something different-“

“Oh sweetheart they’re wonderful, please don’t fret. Come on, let’s go join everyone else.” 

Your mother led you and Donghyuck out to the backyard where the whole neighborhood seemed to be in attendance. You made your rounds, saying hi to all the attendees and introducing Donghyuck whose nerves seemed to melt the more he talked. After what felt like an hour of talking (more like 20 minutes), you finally got an opportunity to talk to your father. He seemed more than pleased with Donghyuck and the watch that he was gifted by him. 

“This one’s a keeper, Y/n, don’t fumble.” Your fathers attempt at whispering was pretty poor so you rolled your eyes in response before shooting an apologetic look at your boyfriend. Donghyuck found it amusing though. It was a relief to know all your family liked him so far. Your neighbors seemed charmed as well which was doing wonders for not only his nerves but his ego as well.

“So how did you two meet?” Your father took a swig of his beer while flipping over one of the hamburger patties on the grill. He was definitely one of the best multitaskers you knew, especially when there was alcohol or grilling involved.

“At a party, he wined and dined me at a Denny's afterwards.” You smiled at Donghyuck, leaning against his arm. You could feel a pair of eyes on you as you talked to your father, but chose to ignore it. 

“I promise we went on better dates afterwards.” Your father seemed amused at your boyfriend's hurried tone. It was cute Donghyuck felt like he had something else to prove. You knew he had already won your parents over, especially since you gushed so much about him over the phone to your mother; but he was in the right to feel a bit nervous still. “We’re actually going on a skiing trip for winter break, some of my extended family owns the lodge we’re staying at.” That was new to you. You looked up at him in disbelief and Donghyuck simply winked at you, his little way of saying “surprise”. 

“Is your family rich?” Your dad sure was subtle. 

“We come from a bit of old money, but I do work myself. I’m slated to take over the IT division of my uncle’s company after I graduate.” Your dad seemed very intrigued and so were you. Donghyuck wasn’t usually one to brag which is probably why this was the first time you were hearing any of this. You knew Donghyuck was a hard worker and he didn’t like talking handouts, even his tuition was covered by a scholarship and not his mom. You weren’t sure how much his mom made, but he had told you she was an entrepreneur and she made enough to cover his school, but he refused. His hardworking attitude was one of the things you loved about Donghyuck. Even though he found school relatively easy, he refused to do a stream or even relax until all his work was done for the week. It led to a lot of all-nighters, to the point where he would finally join you in bed when you were about to get up for the day, but it left more time for the two of you to be together at the end of the week. 

“You sound like you have a bright future ahead of you son, good for you.” You could see Donghyuck practically preen at the praise, which made you giggle a little. “Now then make sure you keep this one in line, also a ring on that finger in six months would be great!” You were seriously gonna punch your dad later.

“If she’ll have me, I’ll make it happen” You gawked at Donghyuck. You didn’t understand how he could so casually talk about marriage when the two of you had only been together for a few months. Sure you’d been to a few of Jaehyun’s friends' weddings, he was about to graduate after all so it was normal for people his age to get married. You, however, felt way too young to even be flirting with the thought of marriage. 

“Ok that’s enough you two, I don’t need you giving him any more ideas.” You pulled Donghyuck away to go make small talk with the few neighbors you hadn’t greeted yet. One of them was unfortunately Jaehyun, but it felt wrong to not at least say “hi.” 

Donghyuck was in fine spirits, but the moment he realized where you were pulling him, his happy demeanor frosted over into a glare. Jaehyun had no idea the two of you were even venturing over, but you wanted to keep it that way. Hopefully Donghyuck would be civil, once you approached him, but you knew that glare would throw everything off immediately. You nudge your boyfriend to fix his face before tapping on Jaehyun’s shoulder. Jaehyun turned around slightly confused, but replaced his shock with a tight lip smile. You glanced at Donghyuck just to make sure he wasn’t still glaring, and thankfully he wasn’t but he wasn’t wearing the most pleasant expression either.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Jaehyun asked awkwardly.

Before you could answer, Donghyuck placed a protective arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side. You shot a small glare at him, because you understood he had his qualms about Jaehyun, but you hoped he could at least be civil for five minutes. 

“It’s going well, just making my rounds with Hyuck. What about you? How’s your summer going?” You did your best to pretend like your boyfriend and your ex friend with benefits, weren’t currently having a silent battle, but it was proving to be quite difficult. You don’t know why you have a thing for strong personalities, but clearly it’s biting you in the ass currently.

“It’s going fine. How’s your summer? Enjoying your honeymoon?”

Oh fuck.

“It’s going great, our summer and our “honeymoon.”” Donghyuck bit back at Jaehyun, moving his hand down lower so it was resting practically on your ass. You didn’t miss the way Jaehyun’s eyes followed his hand.

You had to admit it was kinda hot seeing Donghyuck annoyed and the possessiveness was also a bit of a turn on. However, you weren’t gonna continue to let the two have a petty war over nothing. You and Jaehyun talked and agreed to be civil and hopefully rekindle your friendship, but you knew Donghyuck wasn’t entirely happy about that. So you could understand why Donghyuck was acting this way, but Jaehyun was being a bit ridiculous, in your opinion.

“Guys, can we not?” 

“Can we not, what? We’re just having a nice conversation.” You threw Donghyuck a scandalized look. You understand why he was pissed at Jaehyun, but you weren’t gonna let him take that tone with you. 

“Jae, we’ll be back.” You wave the older goodbye before dragging Donghyuck inside and upstairs. You found the nearest bedroom, not caring if it was the guest room before locking it. “You’ve lost your fucking mind.” You didn’t mean to snap at him but you were so frustrated with all the petty bullshit.

“You can’t be serious right now.” Donghyuck huffed out. “I’m out of my fucking mind? Did you not just hear him disrespecting us once again?” Donghyuck had a point but you just wished for once he would be the bigger person instead of letting Jaehyun under his skin immediately. “Why do I always have to yield to his douchery?” 

“Donghyuck, it’s just easier if you don’t give him a reaction. He’s bitter and hurt, he’s working through it.” 

Your boyfriend pokes his tongue on the inside of his cheek, chuckling ruefully at you. “He’s bitter and hurt? Well he wouldn’t be if he actually treated you like you were worth something! It’s not my fault that I actually give you what you were looking for! I shouldn’t have to be his fucking punching bag!” 

“If anyone is his punching bag it’s fucking me!” 

You were both screaming and you were sure anyone close enough to the window could hear you two. Clearly this was something that needed to be addressed, again. 

“You’re not the one who’s been harassed and made to feel like shit by their own best friend, for months, just because I found something better.” Here came the tears of course. You hated crying during these conversations but everything just seemed to come out no matter how hard you tried to hold back. “I’ve been trying to fix shit, on both ends. And I know you don’t see it but he’s been trying.” Donghyuck looked skeptically at you, but he knew you weren’t done so he didn’t comment. “He wants to be able to be in a room with us and not feel like absolute shit, but it’s just kinda hard for him.” You sighed, because you knew what you were about to tell Donghyuck wasn’t a surprise, but he hated hearing it. “He came to the conclusion that he is in love with me and has been for a while, but didn’t want to admit it. I know he fucked up and lost his chance, he knows that too, but watching someone you love be happy with someone that isn’t you is hard.” You shot a pointed look. “Even you have to admit that.”

Donghyuck sighed. He did know that was hard. He watched it happen in high school to one of his friends. Which is probably why this whole thing made him so angry, it just felt like a repeat but instead of being a bystander, he was in the middle. 

“Ok yeah, you’re right. I’ll give him some grace.” You felt sort of relieved that Donghyuck was willing to yield at least this once, but you weren’t going to take his kindness for granted. If Jaehyun ever truly stepped out of line as bad as he did at the frat you would end your friendship entirely. That was something you promised to Donghyuck that same night. Aside from that though, Jaehyun said he was going to do his best to be a good sport, and while he was off to a bad start, you hoped he would at least apologize later. 

Donghyuck engulfed you into a nice bear hug that you couldn’t help but smile and giggle at. He gave the best hugs and always seemed to know when you needed one. “We’re ok, I’m sorry for being rude out there, especially towards you.” 

“It’s ok. I’m sorry I snapped at you that was uncalled for.” 

“It’s ok, I know you just want me and bighead to get along.” Lord, he's been spending way too much time with Minjeong lately. 

“Alright Minjeong Jr., let’s get back out there.”

Just as you opened the door you came face to chest with Jaehyun who had his fist raised up. He must’ve been about to knock, but as always your weird friend-sense seemed to beat him to it.

“Hey, I just came to apologize.” 

“It's all cool man, I’m sorry too.” You were a little surprised Donghyuck apologized, but honestly it made you happy that there was a possibility the two of them could get along. “Also, I don’t know if this is too much to ask, but would you maybe want to game sometime?”  That surprised you even more.

“Like all of us, or just you and me?” Jaehyun seemed surprised too, but clearly wasn’t entirely opposed.

“Just you and I. She refuses to play Overwatch and we need another player for our team. Who do you main?” 

“Cassidy” Jaehyun finally cracked a small smile on what felt like ages. 

“Nice, we’ve been needing another DPS on our team, you down to join?” Donghyuck asked cooley, bringing his hand up to dap up the other man. 

“Yeah, just shoot me a message whenever.” Jaehyun pulled out his phone, swiping through until he found discord. 

“Real, we’re going home in a few days, so maybe we can play then if you’re back too.” 

You felt like a third wheel at this point. You knew if the two ever found a middle ground it would definitely be gaming. 

“Sure, I should be back like a day after yall I think.

“Sounds great.”

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Donghyuck and Jaehyun had been texting for almost an hour now and you were starting to feel like it was a bad idea that they exchanged contact info. Not because they were fighting, but because they were getting along a little too well. 

Donghyuck had been giggling at his phone like a schoolgirl the whole time, while you just laid next to him scrolling on your own phone. “I can’t believe we were beefing before. You did this on purpose.” 

You gawked at your boyfriend, scandalized that he would even accuse you of that. “Hyuck I did not! You think I would make up that shit about him harassing me at the frat party?” 

A skeptical look.

“Unbelievable.” You flopped backwards onto the bed. “My boyfriend is gonna leave me for my old situationship slash best friend.” You threw your hand over your face dramatically. Trying to gain some sort of leverage over Donghyuck.

“You’re right, I am.” Donghyuck supplied, still typing away at his phone. 

Scoffing, you tried to peek at what the two were talking about. “What is he even saying to have you this enraptured? I’m literally laid out all nice for you and you’re not even interested.” You weren’t really wearing anything special, but you were wearing one of Donghyuck’s oversized shirts and some nice panties, which usually would’ve caught his attention by now. 

“Babe that’s nasty, your parents are literally down the hall. Also we’re talking about genshin, since you refuse to play that too.” He did have a point about your parents, but you could be quiet… sometimes. “Besides we have all summer for that, I do still enjoy seeing you in my shirts if that’s what you’re worried about though.” He placed a small kiss on your temple, trying his best to reassure you.

“I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about you and big head talking about my deepest darkest secrets.” You knew Donghyuck was better than that, but sometimes Jaehyun wasn’t. You learned from Mark that sometimes Jaehyun didn’t know when to shut his mouth about you and sex. It wasn’t entirely embarrassing since sex was normal, but you also didn’t like your business to be aired out like that. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll only make fun of you when you’re around to defend yourself.” Donghyuk was suddenly above you, a teasing smirk playing at his lips. “Besides, I’m too possessive. Only I get to talk about you like that, and I'll keep it that way.” You were starting to regret not booking a hotel like Donghyuck initially suggested. He was practically purring as he spoke and the words were going straight to your core.

“Are you sure we can’t mess around a little… I’ll be quiet.” 

The laughter that spilled out of Donghyuck was infectious, you knew it was a ridiculous request but no one could blame you trying. 

“You’re unbelievable, It’s only two more days. Think about how good the sex will be.

“It could be good now.” You pouted up at him through your lashes.

“Well I'd like to be invited back in the future, so you’re just gonna have to wait.” He kissed your pout away just as quick as it appeared, smiling down at you softly when he pulled back. 

You loved moments like this, moments where it just felt like you and Donghyuck. Moments where you’d lightly trace your fingers over his moles, connecting them like constellations. 

“Fine, I’ll wait, but don’t expect me to lift a single finger.” 

Donghyuck simply rolled his eyes before rolling back over next to you. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He yawned, pulling you closer to his frame.

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The fall semester was finally here and it was a shit show. You started your nursing internship at one of the local hospitals and instead of challenging classes taking up the majority of your time, it was now strenuous shifts there. You weren’t working 80 hours like most nurses, but the majority of your days were spent at the hospital. And when you weren’t working you were sleeping. You were honestly glad Donghyuck and Jaehyun were gaming buddies now, because you didn’t have the energy to or time to pay as much attention to Donghyuck as you wished. He was being a good sport through it all, but you could tell your lack of intimacy and time together was starting to take a toll on him.

Now it was 2am and you were punching in the six digit code to Donghyuck’s apartment. Even though you still had a dorm with Minjeong you felt some part of Donghyuck was fulfilled when he woke up next to you. So here you were after your 10 minute walk in the cool, early morning, August air. Your scrubs felt and probably smelled dank against your body and you were so thankful that this weekend would probably be spent in Donghyuck oversized shirts and your own shorts while you caught up on sleep and time together. 

Upon entering the house you made a beeline for the shower, wanting to wash all the sterile hospital smell off of you. You were in the infant ward today so most of your day was spent cooing at babies as well as checking their vitals. You changed a few diapers, helped a few mothers, all in all it wasn’t as intense as some other days this week. It was honestly a nice break. It still didn’t change the fact that you were exhausted though. The hot water was working wonders on your aching body, but you honestly didn’t know how much longer you could stand. Deciding on just a body shower you quickly lathered and rinsed yourself before turning off the steaming shower head. You blindly reached your hand out for your towel. All you could feel was the slightly dewy metal of the towel rack before you finally made contact with the fluffy cloth and something else. Something that felt warm and familiar.

“What are you doing up?” You questioned who you hoped was your boyfriend and not some stranger who followed you home amidst your post shift delirium. You were patting your face dry, so you couldn’t really see Donghyuck behind the towel or

the steam that covered the glass of the shower door.

“I was gaming. I wanted to make sure you got here safely.” You could hear the fatigue in his voice. Donghyuck rarely stayed up late, which was surprising since most gamers tended to have a horrible sleeping schedule. Donghyuck was the exception though, opting to wake up in the morning hours to get his homework and other errands out of the way and saving his nights for streams that ran no later than 11:00pm. When you had a normal sleeping schedule, this worked very well for both of you, but now it made you upset that he felt the need to derail his own sleep just for you.

“Thank you for waiting up, it means a lot. Don’t make a habit of it though, I want you to sleep. You shouldn’t stay up just for me.” You stepped out of the shower, the towel now wrapped around your frame. The steam cleared and there was Donghyuck in his overtired glory. Eyelids so droopy you were worried he would fall asleep standing up. “Did you at least take a nap?” You crossed the bathroom until you were standing in front of him, cupping his face before planting a sweet kiss on his lips.

Donghyuck shook his head. “I woke up late today.” 

You wanted to counter that statement since Donghyuck never slept past 10am, but decided to leave it alone. You were grateful he waited for you. It was nice knowing you would fall asleep in his arms and not just impossibly close to his frame for comfort. 

“You can go, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” 

Another shake. 

You knew there was no point in pushing it so you got dressed and finished up the rest of your night time routine as quickly as possible. When you and Donghyuck finally fell into the sheets together, it was a little past 2:30. You were a mess of tangled limbs and tacky skin as you tried to find a comfortable position to cuddle in and once you did both you and Donghyuck released a contented sigh. 

“This internship sucks.” Donghyuck sighed, placing a chaste kiss on the back of your neck.

“I know, but it’s only one semester. I’ll be all yours for graduation.” You did your best to speak through a yawn that Donghyuck caught after you.

“It’s not enough, it should be illegal for you to be at the hospital that long.” 

“Well I’m also sleeping for a lot of that time.” You tried to reason.

“Shhh, blame the hospital, not your body’s needs.” Donghyuck’s words were starting to slur, a true testament to how tired he actually was. The fact that he had managed to stay up this late was impressive enough, but you knew in seconds if not minutes you’d be hearing soft snores. “You’re off this weekend right?” You couldn’t help but chuckle a little. He’s asked that at least three times this week, it was cute, almost like he was in disbelief that he’d actually get to spend time with you. “It’s not funny. I only get to see you when you’re sleeping, it’s kinda creepy.” 

“Ew, you watch me when I sleep?” 

“You’re lucky I just watched, the amount of times I wanted to draw a mustache on you is a bit concerning.” Donghyuck yawned again, snuggling closer to your back.

“You’re terrible.” Was all you could muster as you finally let sleep win, drifting off into a much needed slumber.

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“Dude, we’re being eaten alive over here, where are you?” Donghyuck whisper-shouted into his headset. You were still sleeping so he was trying his best to control his volume, but his team was getting beat so bad that he wanted to scream. 

“There’s a fucking sniper on my ass, everytime I step out they shoot at me.” Jaehyun yelled into his headset, groaning as another attempt at aiding his team was thwarted by the widowmaker that had him in their sights.

“Fuck they got Jeno again.” Jisung cursed.

“Jae just throw a flashbang at the building, it’ll at least stun them.” Donghyuck seethed into the mic. He looked back at the bed to make sure you were still soundly asleep and in that one moment. he was gunned down with his fellow teammates. “Fuck!” Donghyuck quickly covered his mouth, beating himself up when he heard you stir in bed. He didn’t mean to yell, but unfortunately at the end of the day he was a gamer, a very passionate gamer.

“What time is it?” You groaned quietly, craning your head slightly to get a better view of your boyfriend. 

“It’s a little past noon, I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to yell.” Donghyuck could hear the guys making fun of him through his headset, but chose to ignore it.

“S’okay. You playing with the guys?” You stretched in bed, arching your back in an attempt to wake up.

“Yeah, you wanna say hi?” 

You made an affirmative sound before pulling the gaming chair from the desk Donghyuck bought for you. The desk was for school, but he argued that a gaming chair was more comfortable than a regular rolling chair. 

You grabbed the second headset Donghyuck also bought for you, so you could talk to the guys while he gamed. “Good morning…” You yawned into the mic, leaning your head back on the headrest of the chair.

“Hi Y/N!” A chorus of deep voices chirped back.

“How’s the internship going?” Jeno piped up, healing Donghyuck in the process.

“It’s going fine, I like it a lot. I’m just tired… all the time. Next week I go on day shift though, so I’ll have a decent sleeping schedule.” You could see the way Donghyuck was grinning at that information. It had been a long time since the two of you had a normal sleeping schedule and even if this was only for a few weeks, he would be happy with what he could get.

“Any hot doctors, or are you still into mr. loser?” Jaehyun jabbed. In the past that would probably be something that you and Donghyuck wouldn’t laugh at. As of now though all the bad blood was gone and you could comfortably joke like you used to with Jaehyun. It made you happy that he and Donghyuck could get along and that you and Jaehyun were slowly patching up your own relationship.

“No, I still love mr. loser, that might change in a few wee— Babe on your left!” 

“Fuck yeah!” With your help he was able to gun down one of the enemies and get the kill count almost even. “What the fuck how did you even see them?” Donghyuck didn’t understand why you didn’t want to play Overwatch when you had such good eye coordination. Even if you couldn’t play fps  games,you could at least heal or provide support. 

“I don’t know, I thought they were pretty obvious.” You shrugged, stealing a sip from the coffee next to his keyboard. “Did you get me any?” Donghyuck nodded, motioning to the bedside table. You planted a quick peck on his cheek before retrieving the caffeinated beverage and your phone. “Did you eat yet?” 

“No, there’s no food though…” Donghyuck replied sheepishly. Unfortunately when your sleep schedule was shitty, so was his. The usual time your boyfriend would go get groceries was now nap time while the rest was focused on school or streaming.

“I’ll order something, don’t worry.”

—————————————————————————

Another end of semester frat party is where you found yourself tonight. Your internship had ended a few days ago and after some much needed rest you were ready to kick back with Donghyuck and your friends. Currently you and Donghyuck were in a heated game of beer pong against Minjeong and Ten. At this point both teams had three cups left, it could be anyone’s game— you were determined to make it yours. 

“Go to the left a little- too far… there you go.” Donghyuck had been your coach all game and you two probably looked sickening. He was standing directly behind you, one hand on your waist, the other on your throwing arm. Ten and Minjeong claimed you were cheating, but you begged to differ since you were the one actually throwing. “Go ahead, baby.”

Cautiously you moved your arm back and forth to get the right angle, once you were satisfied you let the ball go. The ball bounced once before sinking nicely into the cup full of beer across the table. Ten and Minjeong exchanged equally unimpressed looks before rock, paper, scissoring over who would have to chug the beer. Ten lost for what was now the third time in a row and begrudgingly downed the drink. 

It was now Donghyuck’s turn and with ease he managed to land the ball in the second to last cup. Ten and Minjeong looked scared now. There was one cup left and while it could still be anyone’s game— Donghyuck had the ball. 

“Can she just chug this and end it?” Ten asked, wanting to spare himself the humiliation of possibly throwing up. 

“Nope.” With that simple deceleration the ball was

sunk in the cup. 

—————————————————————————

After cup pong you and Donghyuck took to the dance floor before he decided he wanted to do karaoke. He was singing an amazing rendition of “Party Rock Anthem” by LMFAO. While you enjoyed watching him, the stuffy atmosphere of the frat was starting to make you feel a bit light headed. 

“I’m gonna step outside for a bit!” You shouted at Jeno before making your way towards the back door. Sliding the glass door open made you release a sigh of relief when you felt the chill of winter air against your skin. Thankfully a cropped puffer was a part of your less than winter appropriate party outfit, so you at least had something to keep you warm. 

When the chill started to become a problem you moved to sit by the fire. Warming up your fingers and legs as you appreciated the quiet crackling as opposed to loud bass you could still hear thudding on the house. You sat there for a moment with your thoughts and the fire as your only company before you heard the back door slide open. You didn’t bother craning your neck, figuring it was some random party goer searching for the same solace you were just a few minutes ago. 

“I didn’t think I’d find you out here.” Jaehyun sat in the chair next to you, beer slung loosely in his hand. He tipped the bottle towards, but you declined. You had way too much during your beer pong game and you were just now starting to sober up. “Surprised you aren’t watching your boyfriend’s performance. He’s doing a pretty good rendition of “Billie Jean.”” 

“I was, but I needed some air, we pregammed here so I’ve been in the house for a while.”

 Jaehyun hummed, taking a swig of his beer before returning his gaze to the fire. “So next semester will be your one year, right?”

“Yeah, mid april, kinda hard to believe.” The conversation was awkward. Jaehyun was definitely holding something back, but as always he seemed too stubborn to admit it. “Is there something on your mind, you’re being weird.”

“You’re too intuitive, sometimes.” He chuckled, had still fixed on the fire as if looking at you would turn him to stone. “I don’t know how to say this without making you upset.” 

That confused you. The two of you haven’t fought and neither has he or Donghyuck lately, so this was odd. 

“What do you mean— why would I get upset?”

“I think I’m still in love with you.” 

Your breath halted for a moment. Now it was your turn to stare into the fire. You don’t know what you were expecting, but it surely wasn’t this. In the Eight months that you two had cut things off

you were very confident in the fact that you had no romantic feelings for Jaehyun whatsoever. This didn’t necessarily throw a curveball at you, honestly it made you kinda angr— oh, that’s what he meant.

“Jae… this isn’t- we’re not doing this again.” How could you say this without blowing up? “If you said this to me 7 months ago, I probably would’ve dropped everything and ran back to you.” You sighed deeply, blinking back tears you didn’t even realize were forming. “I’m happy now… I really love Donghyuck. I love you too, but not in that way anymore.” You were crying now, but you didn’t know why. In a way this was the closure you always wanted, but not what you expected him to say.

“I don’t want you to drop everything… I just…” He took a deep sigh. “I wanted to tell you, so that I can get over you.” 

“You want me to reject you?” You looked at him dumbfounded.

“More or Less, yeah.” 

You sniffled as you tried your best to compose yourself. “This is not how I wanted to get my closure, but whatever.” Chuckling a bit you took a deep breath, “Jae, I don’t love you as more than a friend. I’m happy with Donghyuck, and I can genuinely see us lasting for a long time.” You felt so stupid saying that, but you also felt somewhat relieved hearing it out loud. “Was that good enough?”

“That was perfect.” 

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[yutaabyss]

haii! can I request a hard smut with either mark, haechan, or jaehyun. the neo being a super dominant (with a hint of possessiveness?) while the reader is very submissive (innocent on the outside but a freak in bed type of vibe?). I was also wondering if you can incorporate stuff like the reader telling them to stop but they don’t/reader tries to get out of their grip but can’t (overstim), w/ crying, squirting and subspace. gentle praise/aftercare right after.

i didn't feel comfortable incorporating the "telling them to stop but they don't" but I tried to put everything else in and make it enjoyable!! I hope you like this and sorry for the late answer.

requested/ blue moon ice cream

characters: jaehyun x female!reader

genre: smut, slight angst, some fluff

warnings: toxic behavior, jealousy, choking, spitting, overstimulation, crying, squirting, subspace, unprotected sex, jaehyun is really rough, name calling, fingering, 

author’s note: there might be some errors, i literally can’t function right now

“You look pretty,” his laugh was deep, dimples on full display as he showed you the pictures he just took of you. “Hmm, I don’t like that one,” you pouted. “Why,” his voice turned serious, tone almost sounding insulted. “I don’t know,” truthfully you just didn’t like the face you were making in it. He grabbed your face, pulling it face in closer to his, “baby, you look pretty in it.” “Thank you Jaehyun,” his dimples returned. “Now how about we go get ice cream?” he was already standing up, brushing the dirt off his black jeans. “Sure,” you stood with him. 

The ice cream shop was only a short walk away from the little field of flowers you had just been at. You and Jaehyun always went to this specific one since it was conveniently located by your favorite spot. “Will you order for me baby? I’m going to use the restroom,” he let go of your hand. You nodded in response, having his order memorized, you didn’t need to ask what he wanted. Jaehyun kissed your cheek before walking to the bathroom. You browsed the different ice creams, trying to decide which kind you wanted today since you felt like trying something new. “I recommend the blue moon with rainbow sprinkles,” you looked up. “It tastes like cotton candy,” the man continued. “Sorry, I just-,” he got shy at your lack of response. “No, you’re fine, I’m sorry, I was trying to think of how I should respond,” you laughed nervously. Usually no men approached you since Jaehyun was always clinging to your side. “I’m Kun, by the way” he smiled at you sweetly extending his hand out. “I’m Y/N,” you shook his hand. “That’s a pretty name, fitting for someone like you,” his eyes sparkled, making your heart flutter just a tad. This was extremely unusual for you. “Oh, thank you.” 

“Are you ready to order?” the cashier asked you both. “Um yes, I’ll have one pistachio and one blue moon with rainbow sprinkles.” “Getting one for here and one for the road?” Kun asked. “Oh, no I’m getting the other for-” “Her boyfriend,” Jaehyun cut you off, walking to your side. Jaehyun stared at Kun coldly, “I see,” Kun’s smile dropped a little. “Yeah, we’ll be going now, nice meeting you,” Jaehyun took his ice cream from you and grabbed your now free hand. You had no time to react to anything that just happened, Jaehyun already rushing you out the door and down the sidewalk toward your apartment. “Jaehyun, you’re hurting my hand,” you tugged on him, hoping he’d slow down and let go of you, but he didn’t. “Jaehyun,” you pulled his hand harder. Finally, he stopped, looking back at you. “What?” he practically yelled at you. “Need to turn around a flirt with Kun?” you looked away. “You can’t even deny it,” his voice sounding hurt as he let go of your hand. “I wasn’t flirting Jaehyun, I promise, I was just nervous because you weren’t there,” you reached for his hand but he pulled back. “So it’s my fault?” he raised his voice at you again. “No, baby, that’s not what I meant,” now it was your voice that waivered. Jaehyun threw his ice cream in the trash, “I can’t even fucking eat this.” You looked down at yours, the one Kun recommended, and you felt sick to your stomach as you watched it melt. “I’m sorry Jaehyun,” the guilt was eating you inside. You threw your ice cream in the trash as well also feeling your appetite dissipate into thin air. Jaehyun grabbed your hand again, “let’s talk about this at home.” 

The air was tense in your home. Jaehyun was pacing the bedroom as you sat at the end of your shared bed. “Jaehyun,” you called for him softly. It was never your intention to ruin your day out together. You really didn’t like that man named Kun, it just felt nice in a sense for someone else to talk to you. Jaehyun had a habit of being possessive over you especially when it came to other men in your life. And while you didn’t even know Kun, it still bothered him that you would smile so sweetly, laugh, and let someone tell you you are pretty who isn’t him. “You didn’t even take my compliment earlier,” he stopped in front of you. “What?” “You disagreed with me but  then when some random man says you’re pretty…” he shook his head, trailing off. “Jaehyun it’s not even like that,” you plead with him desperately wanting him to let this go already. His heart sank a little seeing you frown as he lectured you further.

 Jaehyun tucked a stray hair behind your ear, hand traveling to grip your jaw gently like earlier in the flower field. “I’m sorry,” he kissed your lips softly. You moved yours in sync with his, parting your lips slowly. Your hands fell to his waist as his tongue played with yours the kiss feeling more heated. He pulled back a little, taking in the sight of your innocent eyes gleaming up at him. He desperately wanted to ruin you, make you remember you were his and no one else could ever love you like he did. “You’re mine,” he kissed down your jaw and onto your neck. “I know,” one hand now in his hair. Jaehyun often fell into moods like this where he needed a reminder of your loyalty. Even though you never gave him any reason to doubt, he was just terrified you’d leave one day, too beautiful to stay within is grasp. But for you, Jaehyun was your world, nothing could ever drive you away, not even his moments of posessivness over you. “Then show me you know,” he suddenly shoved you on the bed, causing a gasp to leave your lungs. 

Jaehyun kneeled above you on the bed, his stare burning holes in your face as you lay their. Your legs were closed, trying to stay modest in the nice dress you wore for the day, but Jaehyun didn’t like that. “Stop acting like a little angel and spread your legs,” he was right, you were no angel when it came to sex, no, he’d corrupted you long ago. Nonetheless, you were still his little angel that always complied, so you spread your legs for him, feeling somewhat shy under his gaze. His hands pulled your dress up over your head, throwing it on the floor, eyes entranced at your braless state and white lace panties. “I bet you wish Kun could see you like this baby. Look at you, nipples perked and already dripping all over the bed,” he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Who’s making you drip like that?” like he even needed to ask you. “You Jaehyun,” your legs spread further, making room for his hips. “Is it me?” he thrusted his hips against yours. “God yes,” you cried out, a tear falling. All your guilt and frustration from earlier mixing with how hot you felt was finally spilling over. “Show me it’s all cause of me baby,” he sat back on his knees again as you sat up slightly. You gripped his hand, guiding it towards your soaked panties and placing it on you. His fingers ran over your wetness, “I can’t help it when you get mad at me,” you moaned. There you were, his little slut. He moved his fingers under your underwear and pumped one digit in. He loved the way your body moved upon the sudden intrusion, your back arching and hole clenching around his finger. Jaehyun continued like this for a moment, adding two more fingers, pumping fastly in and out. Wetness gushed down his hand as you moved your hips against him. “Jaehyun,” you breathily called his name. “I need to cum,” you pleaded. He was notorious for denying your orgasms when he was upset. “Go ahead baby, your gonna cum as many times as I tell you too,” he looked sadistic.

Your walls clenched hard around his three fingers as you came on them with a loud moan. It felt so good to orgasm but you knew by the time he was done with you, you’d be completely fucked out. Jaehyun licked his fingers clean before he layed down and started eating you out through your ruined panties. Your thighs squeezed agaisnt his head a jolt running through your body at the sudden stimulation. Desperately, you needed more, you needed him to take the panties off and really taste you. “Jaehyun, please take them off,” your hand gripped his treases. He peered up at you, taking his mouth of you, “no.” Another tear slipped from your eyes, “please, I can’t cum if you don’t, it-it’s not enough,” you were crying for real this time. “Baby, if you want me enough you can,” his eyes held concern, like if you didn’t it meant you didn’t want him. “Ughh,” you cried more as his mouth went back to licking and sucking your clit through the fabric. Please God, let me cum for him. You said a silent prayer to yourself. Each stroke of his tongue on your clothed clit felt so good but it was almost like that euphoric feeling was out of full reach; like you were just grazing it. His hand pressed harder into your thighs, face shoving further into your warmth. Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt yourself cum, “oh God, Jaehyun, Jaehyun-,” your tears flowed. It felt like an hour had passed and you were being edged the whole time. Jaehyun smirked, so you did want him enough to cum like that. 

He crawled over you and grabbed your face, “open your mouth,” he spit on your tongue, “swallow it.” Of course you complied, whining in further frustration as the action made you clench around nothing. “Fucking slut,” his dimples appeared. He looked like an angel that fell from heaven. His thumbs wiped the tears on your cheeks, “you’re so pretty when you cry,” he was actually fucking sick for this, but you clenched even harder. “Flip over.” You got on your hands and knees, his soft hands pulled your panties off and then pushed your arms to lay on the bed. You grunted at how aggressive he was being, your hands gripping the pillows, your upper half lay flat on the bed ass in the air. Jaehyun traced down your back, soothing you as your tears kept falling down. “Jaehyun,” you practically sobbed for him. “Shh baby,” He flung his shirt off, jeans and boxers following. Everything in you was fluttering with need but especially your pussy, so desperate to be fucked properly. “Jaehyunn,” you cried for him again. Being the asshole he is, he rubbed his hard dick up and down your lower lips and clit until you came again. His cock throbbed as he watched your juices slip down your thighs. All you could do was whine and shake, your third orgasm not enough to satisfy the deep need for him to be inside you. His hands pulled your hips back, the movement causing your nipples to rub agaisnt the blankets, a moan falling from your lips. Your nuckles were white as you held tightly onto the pillows, “Jaehyun,” you called again. He could tell your were slipping into a haze; a place of pure desperation for him and him only. 

Jaehyun’s big cock thrusted into you, streching you open in a way that looked painful but felt so fucking good you couldn’t control yourself. You sobbed loudly as he pounded into your abused pussy, obscene noises filling the room, any sense of reality gone from your brain. He could feel you clenching, your hand reaching back for his needing to feel grounded as he fucked you harder. Even though he was brutally fucking you he still attempted to hold your hand in this position. He knew you needed him. You came again, legs feeling numb, fingers digging into whatever surface that were on, “Jaehyunnn.” He flipped you to your back, pushing into you again, “please,” you begged over and over. He pinned your hands above your head with one of his, the other hand on your hip, “fuck.” His cum poured into you as you came all over him again, he pulled out, but he wasn’t done yet. He began rubbing your clit in fast circles as you bucked into his hand. “Come on baby, give me one more,” you felt like you were floating away. “Hey, stay right here baby, just one more,” he tapped your cheek gently. You felt it, it wasn’t like what you’ve felt before, this orgasm was far more intense. “Shit,” Jaehyun hissed as you squirted all over him. But you were too far away to know this is exactly what he wanted; that he wasn’t mad at you. “I’m sorry, I’m s-so sorry baby, I-I didn’t mean to-” your were deep into subspace, eyes droopy as tears kept falling. “It j-just felt so good I-” 

Jaehyun came out of his trance, “baby no. hey look at me, I’m right here, I’m not mad baby.” You looked into his soft brown eyes, “it felt so good I couldn’t help it,” more tears collected. “Shh, I know baby,” he played with your hair gently, kissing you softly until you came back down. “You were so good for me baby,” he kissed your cheek, your deep breathes fanning his face. “Let me clean you up,” you nodded, eyes closed as he got up.

You could hear the water running in the bathtub as you drifted in and out of sleep. “Let’s get you in the bath,” Jaehyun helped you out of the bed and into the warm bubble bath he’d made for you. “Where are you going,” you reached for his hand as he turned to leave. “I’m going to get clean sheets, I’ll be right back baby.”

After changing the bedding, Jaehyun joined you in the tub washing your hair for you. “I love you,” he kissed your neck. “I love you,” you leaned back into his chest. “I'll try to not get so jealous,” he kept kissing up your neck, turning your head toward him so his lips could meet yours. He kissed you deeply, sucking on your bottom lip until you pulled back. “Okay,” you whispered. His dimples appeared as he leaned back down to keep kissing you. 

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[anashins]

hello author! :> can i request a jaehyun scenario based on niki’s backburner? it can be very angsty if you want! it’s also up to u if happy ending or not hehe

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: angst, slight fluff

Warnings: mc is in an unhealthy relationship

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You know you have to break up with your boyfriend who made it clear that you're not his priority. But if one good day makes up for seven bad ones, you consider that it might be all worth it in the end.

A/N: This hit wayyyy close to home, wow 🥲 Hope you like it 💖 

“I’m sorry I haven’t called earlier.”

You were currently on your way home from the airport, not having expected Jaehyun to call. In fact, he hadn’t called all week while you had been abroad for a business trip despite you always updating him about your whereabouts and feeding him with pictures of places he had never been to before. It was top tier girlfriend behavior from your stance. You had always been a perfect partner to him.

But, as of now, you didn’t even know what you two were for each other anymore.

“You ignored me for an entire week, Jaehyun,” you said into the phone while carrying your bag and suitcase across the street. “The past two days, I even stopped texting you altogether and you didn’t even care. You didn’t ask how I’ve been, what I was doing… whether I was even still alive!”

You heard him snort into the phone, and that fueled your underlying anger even more that had somehow developed from your pent up frustration. “Come on, y/n. You were with many other people. What should have happened to you?”

It was not the first time that you were leading this conversation and you were tired of going around in circles, which was why you didn’t even decide to argue against his ridiculous excuse. You asked yourself if he would have even noticed had you not returned, had something truly happened to you. And the possible answer drove you to the brink of tears. 

Your silence was an invitation for him to continue with a voice that almost convinced you of his feigned regret, “It was a very busy week for me that also took a toll on my mental health, so I was out with friends a lot. Of course I looked at your photos and appreciated them. How could I not, knowing I have such a beautiful girlfriend? But I was under so much stress and often couldn’t bring up enough strength for daily tasks. I can only apologize again that I made you feel neglected.”

You sighed deeply that he was most likely to hear. Somehow, anger gave way to love again - like always. When you had read his name on your display earlier, your heart had almost jumped out of your chest, that was how happy you had felt to finally get a sign of life from him before rationality settled. 

After all, you still loved him with every fiber of your body. Even though your brain had been telling you to leave, your heart just couldn’t align.

“It’s always like this, Jaehyun,” you brought yourself to say eventually. “Whenever you feel overwhelmed and want to detach from the world, you’re detaching from me too. But it’s somehow always only me who ends up getting shut out by you while you remain in all your other friendships and relationships. And I’m tired of feeling this way, I’m tired of you never letting me in, of being put aside, of getting hurt by your behavior. Please don’t call me anymore. Never again.”

You didn’t know whether it was the newly gained courage of a successful business trip, newly found confidence after doing sightseeing all by yourself or just your brain finally dominating over your heart that had made you say that, but it hurt like hell and you regretted it instantly.

How many times had you found yourself in this position? How many times had you still agreed on working through and ended up at this point still? 

“Well, that’s kind of unfortunate,” Jaehyun spoke. “Because I’m already here.”

The next moment, you found yourself in front of your entrance door and your boyfriend waiting right next to it. Suppressing the urge to drop all your luggage and jump into his arms right away, you approached him reluctantly, your facial expression bland, his beaming with joy on the other hand.

When Jaehyun wrapped his arms around you and welcomed you back, your hands loosely hung to your sides. Had he just forgotten the words you had said a moment ago? And had you forgotten as well when your own arms acted on their own and slowly wandered up his back, your head resting on his shoulder, hugging him tightly?

“I truly mean it.” He pressed a tender kiss on your parting. “I’m so sorry.”

A tear escaped from the corner of your eye, but you swallowed the rest down, not wanting to show weakness in front of him. “I missed you so much.”

No “I missed you too”, no “I love you”, no kiss on the lips as expected, but the happiness you felt being so closely embraced by him again after a week of no contact overshadowed all sane thoughts that swam in the back of your mind. 

“Let’s go upstairs and order some food,” Jaehyun suggested. “I have to get up early for work tomorrow, which was why I couldn’t join my friends for a drink. So I was very lucky to have you back today.”

This was wrong. So, so wrong. But his presence was like a drug, and the thought to go entirely without him from now on hurt so bad, it nearly suffocated you. Perhaps, this was your fate. To quietly suffer the majority of the time just to be happy for a day or two. Didn’t everyone have to pay a price for their happiness? In the end, no one could be happy all the time in a relationship, couldn't they?

Jaehyun walked in front of you into the building while you carried your entire luggage yourself, asking yourself again whether this was all worth it, to be the back burner. Or whether to end it once and for all, feel the pain for only a short time, and then start anew.

But when you found yourself lying in his arms and listening to his regular breathing later that night, you felt so happy again that your heart almost burst, quieting your brain once again.

In the end, it was worth it, being in the back of his mind.

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[yojeongin]

stupid girl | j.jh FINALE

→kinesiology major!jung jaehyun x stem major!reader

genre: 2000s chat room au, so much smut, suspense, drama, psychological thriller, established relationship, college au

synopsis: finally having met the stranger on your screen, things take a turn for better or for worse; friendship is on the line, intentions are questionable, and perceptions become skewed. with the flow of things due to his selfish tendencies, jaehyun’s naivety fails to show him the bigger picture.

tw: ADULTS ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! oral (f+m receiving) , fingering, public sex, auralism, riding, face fucking, protected/unprotected sex, impact play, breath play, cream pie, cum play, dom/sub dynamic, toxic/mutual codependent relationship, mentions of stalking, possessiveness, obsession, gaslighting/manipulation, violence, drinking, mentions of recreational drugs (main characters don't consume)

wc: 33.5k+ (don’t kill me, I promise it's worth it…)

part 1

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disclaimer: this is purely fictional; In no way am I condoning this behavior, trying to offend anyone, nor is it meant to place such image on the idol, these are only characters. read at your own discretion.

song(s): streets— doja cat | I put a spell on you, if I was your vampire— marilyn manson | eye, pug, zero, ava adore—smashing pumpkins | mascara, change in the house of flies—deftones | I can’t decide—scissor sisters | love you to death—type o negative

an: happy 4 years of poetic beauty and 2 years since stupid girl, here's the long awaited finale. it did take me so long to finish it lol, I did a lot of revision, editing, and scrapping out, hope you all enjoy it, spent sm time writing this so >_< ALSO THIS IS DEF NOT A LOVE TRIANGLE! ps: ignore the vagueness for yn’s major… happy holidays!

FEBRUARY 2007

“Wait, you were serious when you said we weren’t sulking together?!” Jungkook had been whining for the past hour that he arrived at your apartment with bags of chips, soda, rom-com films, and takeout money. For the past two months both of you had come up with the plan of spending Valentine’s Day together, in a way to celebrate the friendship you both had gained over the past few months ever since last semester started.

It wasn’t anything new to either of you. Whenever the holidays came along you two could either spend it together for the lack of time, your parents wanting to travel and visit family, or it wasn’t worth it if he traveled back home to visit his own family according to the long distances. So in order to avoid such troubles, Jungkook tagged along with you at your apartment in which you wouldn’t be bothered by his frat mates who often teased both of you claiming more than friendship was in the line. You’d both would mostly ignore his remarks but when he became rather annoying, you’d both wait until he left the house and locked him out for the night.

“I’m sorry, it’s Yuno’s birthday and— we want to spend it together.” As you fixed the clasps of your shoes, Jungkook shook his head, arms crossing against his chest. “The fact that you’re ditching me to go meet up with a creep from online… y/n it’s hella cold oh my—'' A loud huff left his lips just replaying the words you so easily spoke out. How stupid could you be to meet up with a guy that you’ve only met once and at that it was just a simple glance. For all you both knew, Yuno could be lying about certain aspects in his life.

Perhaps he wouldn’t be as frustrated about your new found lover if it was just a friendship. A friendship that didn’t include the reveal of faces, real names, nor meetups— like now. It’s not like he was jealous but rather concerned. Like stated before, Jungkook would always gain a horrible gut feeling when something wasn’t going to go right. So whenever he had first interrupted your masturbation session with Jaehyun and saw that the webcam was on, he instantly felt his guts twist and turn even though he tried to fake his teasing.

That feeling never left and every time Yuno was mentioned, Jungkook tried hiding his frown. Just like now— he tried extremely hard to hide his disappointment along with personal paranoia of the possible ‘what ifs’. “I’ll give you a ride. I want to see what this guy looks like.” Despite your giddy exterior, you felt horrible for leaving Jungkook hanging on something you both had been planning for months just to meet up with a boy you had only been creating plans for a week prior to this event.

Your attempts of keeping a conversation with him failed all throughout the car ride. It was evident he was angry at the intrusion of plans with Jaehyun. Well, at least that’s what you believed. That was only a portion as to why Jungkook was angry. You contemplated giving him the typical ‘don’t be angry at me’ phrase but when you really thought about it, you couldn’t care less if he was angry.

“It’s here…” You’d softly tell him, watching as he took a turn to stop in front of the restaurant. The building was completely covered with colorful walls, but at the front, a wall of glass gave a clear view of the beautiful interior. The fountain in the far right of the restaurant, tables on different levels to show a spot full of sand like dirt and the walls in full set making it seem as if the balconies above were real homes.

Grabbing your bag and sweater ready to get off, Jungkook takes a hold of your elbow. “Do you see him first?” He questioned, eyes shifting up towards you, eyebrows still furrowed with worry. You hadn’t given thought to that upon arriving at the front. All you really cared for was seeing Yuno’s face and being close to him. “Oh um… right there!” Just at the fact that you saw him and knowing he was so close to you, your heart accelerated and a wide smile was placed on your face, your face that remained hot and every muscle couldn’t bother to form anything else but a smile.

“Jaehyun is Yuno?” Jungkook’s tone was calmer but not for the purpose of being relaxed. “Yeah! Do you know him?! Such a small world.” You were beaming at this new found information, joy filling you at the thought that maybe Jungkook’s judgment wouldn’t be as harsh with Jaehyun now that he finally knows who he is. “Yeah, I’ve se— he’s friends with Yugye— a friend of mine actually…” A small squeal left your lips as you patted his shoulder, reassurance that everything would obviously be fine.

Stepping foot out of the car and ready to walk away, Jungkook stopped you one last time. “Hey, call me when you need to be picked up.” You only nodded before walking inside to the restaurant knowing if things went well you wouldn’t need to call him.

Greeted by the hostess you only had to point at Jaehyun who looked highly interested in the live show in the middle of the restaurant. Then nodding at you, you walked his direction hoping he still hadn’t seen you, just for the element of surprise.

The performance had ended by the time you came close to the table, resulting in a giggling Jaehyun who turned around to take a sip of his drink. Sure he saw you and paid no mind, but when he realized it was you, his gaze turned back to you with a smile as he clumsily stood up from the table to go to you. “Hey…” He seemed shy, completely different from the chat rooms and recently: text messages. His voice was soft and despite still holding its depth— it didn’t compare to the huskiness and roughness of when you both went too deep into the lewd actions through webcam.

“Hi,” The words left in a breath from your lips, kissing his cheek as he greeted you with one too. It was intoxicating, really. The feeling of his large hand against your lower back and his shirt grazing your bare shoulder. The scent he exuded when he got so close to you was of pure delight, and his lips— his lips as soft as you imagined them to be every time he bit them. Plump, soft, and gorgeously rose pink. When against your own flesh, you only wished they traveled down your neck right now and there. Sadly the conditions in which you two found each other in, lead to Jaehyun pulling your chair and motioning for you to sit down.

Not long after you both sat down, the waitress came to your table, asking you what drink you would like. “Have you been waiting long?” You’d ask him, placing your purse on the short coat hanger right next to your table before looking up at him. His facial expression hadn’t changed from when he first saw you. His smile soft in awe and his eyes are fixed on your face. He felt extremely lucky to have you as his. No matter if things weren’t official, Jung Jaehyun had no intentions nor desires to let you go.

“Yuno?” His eyebrows perked up, hands reaching for your own hands. “Huh?” He’d ask, evidently he paid no attention to your question. The warm feeling of his hand against your cold ones made an inaudible gasp to leave your lips, causing him to smirk once again. “Have you been waiting long?” You’d ask again to which he responded with a shake of his head. You hadn’t noticed earlier but his hair wasn’t the same color as it was in yesterday’s video chat. His natural brown locks were gone and replaced with a beautiful shade of pink. “Y-you dyed your hair!” You seemed more excited than before, making him crack a chuckle. “Do you like it? I thought it would be fitting for today.” One of his hands left yours, ring clad fingers running through it and as you watched him, your thighs pressed tight against each other imagining how those same fingers could hold onto your hair in a makeshift ponytail, back against his chest as he pounded— no. Not now, y/n…

Smiling at him, you nodded intertwining your fingers with his. Contrary to his hands, his rings felt even more cool against your own cold hands. The very thin silver, smooth against your flesh, his fingers tightly wrapping around yours. “It’s really cute.” Thumb running up and down his index finger. “You’re cute.” He’d flatter, causing your face to feel warm, looking down as a smile formed on your lips. “I— So are you…” Gaze turned back to him, Jaehyun porting a toothy smile as he sat up straight to bring your intertwined hand up to his lips. His soft lips that tenderly kissed your fingertips. “We waited too long for this moment, y/m/n…” Breath hitching in the back of your throat, you nodded looking at him.

“Yes we did, baby.”

“Yuno, Yuno…” Jungkook wasted no time looking up Jaehyun.  Regardless of what Jaehyun considered being caught by Jungkook, he hadn’t counted on all those times Jungkook spotted him without making any type of contact. All the time the cherry haired boy would look around the cafes, library, restaurants, or super markets— there he would be. Jung Jaehyun would always be there with a similar looking disguise: Cap and face mask that despite not always showing his face, it was obviously him. “Yoonhoe, yeah…”

If Jungkook was to know Jaehyun was Yuno— the amount of times he’d confront him would eventually lead to violence. Like the clueless boy he was, Jungkook would let the occurrences slide believing it was only a coincidence the acquaintance was just minding his business in the small town they all lived in. Maybe it was at first, but it had become excessive that it was obvious Jaehyun had started following his best friend around now that he really thought about it. All those times he sat a few tables away from them and looked down whenever y/n stood up or walked near him— yes! Yes, Yuno was following her around!

As he looked through Jaehyun’s profile, he searched and searched for something that could incriminate him. But what could he find when his tags weren’t even public? Not to mention he had claimed to not have a profile when Jungkook and the rest of their shared friends asked for his username, obviously not wanting them in his private life.

Amongst that he never posted pictures either. A frustrated groan left Jungkook’s lips, body becoming limp against his bed. He had been sitting in complete silence and darkness, the sound of fingers typing against the keyboard was the only noise in the dark room illuminated by only the laptop’s screen.

His eyes adjusting to the darkness, the ceiling having its form again. Exhaling through his nose, Jungkook took his phone from his back pocket, checking if you had called him. Time was only ticking and his worry growing, you were never the one to stay out too late— especially when you preferred being locked inside the comfort of your home all the time, so to think that you could possibly not even call him, made his heartache and only fret more. From impulse, he searched for your contact in a hurry, not even daring to look at the time.

Contrary to your best friend, you were enjoying your time with Jaehyun or Yuno as he loved to hear coming from your lips. Laughter only spewed from both your lips and comfort had settled in, it would only take a pest to make that comfortable feeling go away.

Just like that your phone began to vibrate in your purse. At first you’d ignore it wanting to just keep your focus on Yuno, laughing at his terrible jokes and becoming flustered whenever he complimented you in any way. The first call had gone ignored and to Jungkook’s distaste, he became frustrated. Jaehyun was no fool to the change in expression. Your smile only faltered a tiny bit knowing someone was interrupting your time together.

The second call was more audible to him, now knowing someone was bothering you and most likely that someone was your lovely Jeongguk who had only been a tick in his fur. His eyesight shifted to his lap before trying to ignore the pestering call, his grasp on your hand slightly tightening. You’d smile at him apologetically, ignoring it again. “So—“

The third call was the last straw, his hands left yours and his body only reclined against the straw chairs, his jaw clenched and a soft sigh left his lips before smiling at you. “Go answer it, I’ll ask for the bill.” You were about to ask if he was sure but the phone kept ringing and it only bothered you to just keep it like that. Pressing the answer button on your keyboard, your voice only became stern as you stood up. “What, Kookie?!” Your back was facing Jaehyun and just as he predicted it was Jeongguk. His chuckle was dry, rolling his eyes— he only leaned furthermore against the chair. Hand rubbing his chin, he called for the waitress handing her the debit card just to have her end the process fast.

Watching you walk towards the restroom, a hand on your phone and the other covering your mouth so no other sound could interfere with your conversation. Your body seemed tense, it could only mean that a quarrel was forming between the two of you. “Here you go, have a good night.” The waitress mentioned to which he returned a simple thank you. Standing up from his chair, Jaehyun made sure to leave a tip before walking towards the restroom. It wasn’t that far but the possibility that the phone call could be over in seconds only fueled him to hurry. If he wanted Jungkook to get a clue, he could only give him a taste of what he could do to you.

The stalls were empty and the bathroom was cold, your voice echoing through the wooden walls, “I just don’t understand what you’re trying to say?!” Exasperation was getting the most out of you, he had gone rambling about how maybe trusting Jaehyun wasn’t ideal, but he had also not presented you with a reason as to why not.

Just as he was to answer, the door swung open, your eyes widening seeing it was Jaehyun. His finger came to his lips as he locked the door behind him. “Yu—“ You didn’t get the chance to even finish his name off when his own lips pressed against yours, his left hand cupping your face. Of course you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, but if things were to get more heated— then being on the phone with Jungkook wasn’t something that should continue.

Parting from him, he only smiled, kissing your neck as you talked. “Wait let me, h—“ his teeth nipped at your neck as his right hand massaged your inner thigh, making you feel like putty just against his touch. Your phone was still connected to your ear, ignoring Jungkook’s confused hum as he heard you moan. “y/n, don’t even da—“ You couldn’t hear the rest as Jaehyun took the cellphone from your hands, finger pressing a button to which you believed he had hung up.

“We don’t have much time here, baby… don’t bother with a phone call.” His lips found yours again, the soft feeling of them against your own was good enough to feel pleasure. You’d been so starved of intimacy that the slightest gesture from him could make you come. “We can’t do it in the restroom, what if someone comes in?” You whispered, moans contradicting your arousal. Jaehyun smiled against your neck, teeth feeling cold on your warm skin. “That’s why we have to be fast. I promise I’ll make up for it when we leave. Right now, I just can’t hold it off much.” His breath fanned against your skin, his fingers teasing the elastic of your panties.

Moans left your slightly ajar lips as he nipped at your neck to create those purple marks he’s been wanting to make on you. The way his teeth slightly bit your flesh and you enjoyed, making your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tugging at his pink hair. He loved the feeling of your fingers against his scalp, the pleasure he got from the stinging pull of his hair. “Jaehyun…” You moaned, throwing your head back.

That little mistake caused his hand to move from in between your legs, traveling to go flat against your ass quite roughly. Hearing you whimper only fueled his need even more, the echo of his slap against your ass could’ve been heard by everyone if someone else was in the restroom. Jaehyun looked directly at your trembling eyes. It wasn’t from fear but rather increased arousal, knowing you enjoyed such contact.

You couldn’t decipher what resided in his mind as he stared at you, but the action of his tongue swiping against his lower lip made moans leave your lips and a smirk to place itself on his face. The hand that had recently held contact with your behind, slithered itself up to take a hold of your face, his fingers pressing hard against your jaw, causing your lips to pucker up for him.

His eyes had darkened just like the tint on his lips. It was magnificent, the view of having such a gorgeous man in front of you, fucked out of his mind with the minimum amount of foreplay and all because he wanted you and only you. With such, there was nothing else you could ask for.

“I didn’t go through so much trouble, just for you to call me Jaehyun like everyone else, princess.” His lips pecked your puckered ones, pulling away to look at you again. “Call me Yuno, understood?” It wasn’t soft anymore, his tone was dark and demanding— forceful could be said too. “Understood!?” There it was again, the change in tone. His voice soft once again as his grip on your jaw became softer. With a nod and your thighs pressing tightly against each other for the friction you were lacking, he chuckled, kissing you again, letting go of your aching jaw that for sure would have prints of his tight grip.

“Lovely!” He’d exclaim biting his lip, eyes softened but seeing the way you barely held yourself up, that changed again. “Hmm, I guess your little mistake made us lose so much time, come on let’s go into the main dish!”

He had roughly turned you over, causing you to collapse against the sink counter and aching spots on your hips. Just as expected the marks of his fingers on your jaw were of a translucent red. A red that matched the state of your swollen lips and the mark on your ass that was barely easing from the sting. Jaehyun hadn’t touched you just yet, he had left you starved against the counter with forearms carrying your weight on both sides of the sink, legs remained put together and your ass visible with the way you were leaning, the dress hiked up and showing him the shimmering purple small silk piece.

You tried looking at him through the mirror but whenever your head lifted, he would only push it down, causing your hot body to have a cold rush flow through it. Your legs were trembling in desperation of having him buried deep in you, for him to stretch you out with just his cock and no aid of his fingers. To feel the sting of having him inserted inside of you. Completion and fullness was all you wanted to feel.

“Please… before we get caught.” It came out as a needy breath, a moan following when his finger ran across the evident wet spot on your panties. Yuno chuckled, nodding as he pulled down your panties, pushing your legs open with his boot against your ankles, not caring enough to make you step out of them. “You’re right, baby. Let’s get this done.” As he took out his wallet to get the condom that resided there, one of his fingers played with your arousal, spreading it against your lips and taking the remaining against his lips. He groaned at the taste of you, tongue wrapping around the finger that had touched you.

“Y/m/n you taste so good… I can’t wait to taste you even more later on.” His words were always the cause of your arousal, turning you on with just his dirty talk. Responding to him, a strangled moan erupted from your throat.

Jaehyun rolled up the condom down his length painfully slow to calm his own arousal; Your body was on the verge of giving up on you, that is until the feeling of his tip teasing your wet folds, rubbing against them. You couldn’t deny you just wanted him deep in you, buried to the hilt within the walls of your warm cavern— connectivity is all you craved.

As your thoughts processed, Yuno slowly pushed himself within you, biting his lower lip to avoid any moans. Unlike him, your moans projected in the echoing room, every inch going inside of you making them grow louder, at some point his hand had come to your mouth just to keep you quiet before a passerby grew suspicious and reported the wonton noises.

“Ready?” He had pulled you against his chest at the moment he finished burying himself within you. The feeling of fulfillment and of being whole only caused your stomach to turn with arousal. His warm breath against your ear did no justice to the situation. You craved the feeling of him tasting you with the velvet tongue you had learned to love in a matter of minutes. To fuck you against this counter whilst he devoured your flesh with his rosy lips. You wanted to taste his tongue against yours— to seal the drought that you’d put yourself through just to have him rain upon you.

With your desperate nod of approval, Jaehyun smirked, kissing your earlobe as his hips jolted forwards causing shock to fill you. With wide eyes and grip on the counter, you tried restraining your moans. But the simple feeling of his filling cock moving inside of you at a ranging pace wasn’t allowing that restrain to go through. Wanton moans vibrated against his palms whilst he thrusted forwards, the sound of skin slapping against skin caused for the arousal to grow between your legs, causing that difficulty of movement to ease after you stopped clenching from the feeling that had become foreign after a while.

“Look at you not being able to hold your moans. Who’s my princess?” His teeth would come down nipping at your neck, the flesh slowly disappearing between his teeth as he pulled away. Your head throws back the moment the hand holding your hips moves to rub at your clit. “I am! Only me!” It wasn’t an answer of confirmation, it was the answer of assertion and facts. No one was going to be his princess other than you, definitely not after this and more to come.

The rumbling of his chuckle pierced through your gut that turned every time he looked at you through the mirror. His hips jolting against your ass as he thrusted deep within you, your walls continuing the pattern of relaxation and clenching whenever the minimum feeling of an upcoming orgasm was threatening to come. His words were dirty as he touched you, mouth always close to the points that needed much attention, and as he spoke against your cheek, tongue teasing to savor you— his actions stopped making a loud whine release from your lips, just like your build up of juices did the moment he so nonchalantly pulled out of you.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, not daring to open them as you knew he would look at you in satisfaction. To be so close to nirvana just to be torn down so rapidly was an overwhelming feeling. Your legs trembled as you tried to hold on to the counter. “Don’t think I forgot your little mistake, baby… Don’t ever call me Jaehyun again.” There it was again, the coldness in his tone, the demanding tone to make you fall to your knees by both fear and arousal. And as he approached you, fingers not even teasing your entrance— Yuno slid them within you, pistoning them with a merciless pace in which your body felt weaker than ever. The sound of your internal arousal echoing as he spoke. “You disappointed me. I was willing to give you all in this instance… you know that hurts so much— I didn’t struggle to make everyone call me Jaehyun so you could be the only one to call me Yuno.”

The pitch of angered disappointment was the last he spoke, his finger leaving your body to make you react the same way as before, this time tears finally leaving your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. Whimpers of the tantrum you wanted to throw became louder. Jaehyun watched you try to handle yourself as he tucked himself in after discarding the condom.

Regardless of the initial guilt, blood pumped back into his cock seeing you ever so vulnerable just because of him. Your fucked state and whimpers to have him in you again and finally letting you release. He enjoyed every minute of you pulling yourself together, the obvious arousal that slid down your legs making him bite his lip a little harder. With a grin on his face, he reached for a paper towel, wetting it before softly cleaning your thighs and calves, removing any evidence of what had happened in there.

Crouching to pull your panties up, Yuno groaned at the glistening view, your cunt was. If he was to bite his lip any harder, he would draw blood, but if it meant it was for you— it was more than worth it.

“Are you all right, baby?” He coyly questions, hand rubbing at your back as you breathed in to regain sanity again. Nodding to him, you took his hand into yours before kissing his cheek. “Yeah, I’m good now.” Faint as your voice was, the smile that remained on your lips reassured him that he hadn’t been too rough; helping you fix your makeup with new paper towels that he so gently used against your face, Yuno only felt the sense of satisfaction to finally have you this close to him. To know that minutes ago he was buried deep within you and the cause of your sexual repression.

Bringing your face closer to his, Yuno closed the gap between your lips. Tongue gracing your lower lip as the two kissed, lips moving against each other in a delicate kiss. Recalling the location in which you both resided, he parted slowly, pecking your lips just after separating. “I think you look good now, go out first just in case someone is out there.” Agreeing with his words and received with his beautiful toothy smile, you unlocked the door to the restroom, opening it to walk out first before waiting by the entrance hall to the toilets.

As he knew how far you were, Jaehyun chuckled— his smile dropped and the disgusted scowl formed on his lips when taking out your cell phone from his pocket and pressing it against his ear. “You’re a dirty one, Jungkook… hearing your best friend have sex with another man… doesn’t that sting?” His mocking tone had cut through Jungkook who became slightly startled once he was brought out of his trance on the noises you were making after he had been listening all along, hating himself for knowing he could’ve hung up any second but your pretty moans had enticed him to stay— even when he knew he had no interest as such towards you.

“Try all you want to get rid of me or whatever but at the end of the day it’s me she’ll always end up believing. Best friend or not, know your place with y/n and I, Kookie.” The soft yet menacing tone in Jaehyun’s voice had your best friend go frozen, his tongue couldn’t move and no words formed, only anger filled his chest.

With a deep sigh and regaining his own composure, Jungkook growled thinking of Jaehyun’s words again. “Do you think I’m an idiot? I wouldn’t dare let her be near someone as fuc— I’m sorry, for more minutes visit your closest server and continue with the paid plan, thank you.”

Removing the phone from his ear, Jaehyun smiled, deleting the recent call from the caller’s log, closing the phone afterwards and tucking it into his pocket. “Ran out of minutes.” He tells himself whilst washing his hands, a smile following him out the restroom in satisfaction to where he greeted a bored you who’s eyes lit up at the view of him.

“Here, you forgot it.” Handing you the lime green flip phone, he took your hand into his, making your way out the building.

APRIL 2007

Everything after that day felt like a fever dream. Jaehyun had asked you to be his girlfriend after rearranging your guts— though you two had agreed to tell people he had asked you after leaving the restaurant during a stroll through the Valentine’s Day holiday lights at the park.

From that day on you two wouldn’t spend a day without seeing each other, the days you couldn’t be near you’d always have the chatroom, phone calls, or video calls and even then that felt so distant and lonely. It was such an excessive amount of neediness you both felt during this phase that it had brought Jungkook to let out so many exasperated words at how little time you spent with him. To be honest he sounded like a little brother, an annoying one at that.

The amount of power Jaehyun’s presence had on you was causing Jungkook to have a disadvantage in how to handle you. As much as he tried to tell you during that period of time all the few things he had found about your boyfriend, the honeymoon phase you found yourself to be in didn’t allow for his words to ever process or be taken seriously, not when you knew Yuno was with you at all times and had no reason to follow you around— at least that’s the only thing you could even process and if you did, you ignored the time period.

So used to being close that Jaehyun himself didn’t anticipate the day Jungkook blurted out you were going on a Spring Break trip with him, Taehyung, and their parents. You could still remember the disappointment when you had clarified it over dinner at your apartment. Of course it didn’t help that Jungkook was having dinner with you guys.

“But— I thought we’d spend it together…”  His voice was faint and quiet, turning his head to look at you after Jungkook had asked if you had packed for the week. Turning from Jungkook to Jaehyun you lowered your head slightly, taking a bite of the meal he helped you make.

Clearing his throat after looking between both of you and sensing an uprising tension, the doe-eyed boy spoke: “I’ll go to the bathroom.” Your head still lowered, Jaehyun’s soft pleading eyes became cold as they followed Jungkook who only sent a grin his way before turning the corner to the hall. If anything this seemed like payback for ditching him on Valentine’s Day to go with Yuno.

As he didn’t receive a response from you, Yuno took a hold of your free hand, squeezing it softly to gain your attention. “y/m/n?...” His gaze was back to the softness you had seen seconds prior, sighing at the look he gave you. “I thought so too but then Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s parents found out I wasn’t going anywhere and— I can’t really say no to them…”

Despite the calm and collected look he was giving you, his mind raced and the thoughts within that were clouding his line of reasoning. God why the fuck would you listen to a pair of hags when you had him? In fact! Who the fuck was Taehyung?!

He could go on and on with the questions in his head but right now it seems like his brain would rather focus on the fact that Jungkook is laughing at his misery. It’s the first time in weeks since you’d both be separated like you were at the beginning. If he didn’t know better after all the whining both you and Jaehyun sat through over how much less he sees you— it wouldn’t surprise him that Jungkook had something to do with this.

Besides that he couldn’t really force you to stay, he wanted to so badly but it’s barely been two months since you two became official, there’s still a possibility that you wouldn’t succumb to him that easily. Patting the hand he held, Jaehyun nodded with a sad faint smile. “Yeah I suppose so. Just... Please call me every day.”

Even if his smile was faint, yours grew knowing he wasn't opposing. If he thought about it well— this was the first instance in which Jungkook really tried at his nerves.

“Do you have everything, then?” Leaning against the wall of your building, Jaehyun looked at you with a slight scowl, arms crossed hoping you'd cancel at the last minute and stay with him.

Nodding as a response with your purse at hand, you smiled his way, closing the door to the back seat where you had just placed your backpack.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the look on his face. It was a mix of a scowl along a pout, God did he make it so obvious that he didn’t want you to go. “You’ll get wrinkles; give me a goodbye kiss.” Walking closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his waist. His face muscles relaxed for once, looking down at you and teasing the idea of a kiss.

Smiling at you, he chuckled at the look in your eyes. “Do you think you deserve a kiss? You’ll be leaving me alone for so long.” Rolling your eyes at his words, you’d answer a simple yes, pecking his neck as initiation to your needs. “Come on, just a kiss.” Puckering your lips towards him, he shook his head as he lowered it to where your lips met.

“Did you make sure you had enough minutes for our calls?” Speaking between kisses you’d hum against his lips in agreement. It didn’t make sense that he’d ask so when he himself dragged you to get more service balance, in fact he even paid for more just in case.

“God I don’t want to let go of you.”

“You’ll have to, Yuno.”

And so Jungkook’s voice had broken the moment you’d both settled in. With your arms wrapped around Jaehyun’s waist and his own around yours— the both of you turned to Jungkook, your head now resting on his chest for comfort.

With a scowl from Jaehyun from the name he’d just been called and the distress his words caused to your dissatisfied look knowing Jungkook was teasing Jaehyun. “What? Oh come on, it won’t be that bad, you’ll house-sit the place while she’s away— technically will be as close.” His cocky smile returned to which you’d sigh, turning to Jaehyun who kept staring at the other boy but with much less anger as he realized your gaze was on him.

Moving your fingers to slightly dig at his waist so he’d pay attention to you again, Jaehyun finally turned his head towards you. “I’ll call you everyday, don’t worry about anything.” You said it with so much positivity that a smile had spread across his face, whispering a simple ‘Okay.’

And just as Jungkook went inside his car to turn it on, you had pulled away from your lover for one last item check. Rummaging through your purse and making mental notes on what you had; a gasp of realization left your lips, making both of the guys turn to you in questioning.

“I left my wallet...” Given Jaehyun had the keys he didn’t hesitate to hand them to you after taking them out of his pocket. Taking them into your own hands in a rushed motion, you pushed through the gate that locked the stairs into the building leaving the two men alone.

It was the first time they’d ever been alone, at least after you and Jaehyun started dating and Jungkook had built a dislike for your boyfriend. With you out of the picture for a few minutes, Jaehyun walked towards the car, leaning on the windowsill of the passenger’s seat.

Turning to look at the now faded pink haired boy, Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head, noticing the amount of rage Jaehyun was exuding. “Try to act like you like me at least.” Faking a pout, Jungkook pleaded to Jaehyun.

“Don’t ever call me Yuno.” Raising his eyebrows in faux fear, Jungkook smiled. “Or what? I want to call you that too.” God, he knew how to work his nerves, if anything Jaehyun thought he’d be the one to push Jungkook’s nerves.

Shaking his head with a grin on his face now, Jaehyun once again spoke. “You’re such a little shit, if I didn’t know better I’d say you’re the one who mentioned she wouldn’t go anywhere. Are you that starved?” Shrugging, Jungkook turned to the stereo, messing with the knobs in order to find something to listen to. “I could’ve slipped a few words in but it’s time you let me spend some time with her, you’re hogging her up. Is stalking not enough?” Turning to your boyfriend, Jungkook questioned, raising an eyebrow as he watched the way Jaehyun’s face contorted.

“Actually knowing you now, I wouldn’t doubt seeing you there. Wouldn’t it be fun if I told her?” Laughing at his own words, Jungkook settled with grabbing his CD case seeing as all the radio stations wouldn’t stop playing that damn ‘Hey there Delilah’ song.

Nothing that Jungkook has said has ever been as comedic as this. With a big hearty laugh, Jaehyun covered his mouth with his hands. “What’s so funny?” Your voice sounded as you opened the gate, stepping out of the confines of the complex and handing the keys back to him; Jungkook raising his eyebrows in defiance.

“Kookie thinks he’s funny. Don’t you?” Grimace plastered on his face, Jaehyun looked directly at Jungkook’s glaring eyes. “Yeah, from time to time.” The shit eating tone in his voice was gone and a rigid one settled.

Giggling at their interaction, completely oblivious to it all, you smiled at the two. “Don’t lie to him, you’ll just boost his ego.” You teased, taking a hold of Jaehyun’s arm to pull him away from the door and to give him a final goodbye kiss, he smiled your way before leaning into you, lips connecting in a rather long yet tender kiss.

And so as your back faced Jungkook and Jaehyun held your face as you two kissed, he opened his eyes slightly, watching as Jungkook stared at you both— enough to make him grin into the kiss. Overall, he’d have to try harder than just telling you what’s going on without proof if he wanted you far from Yuno.

“Man, can you hurry up?!” Whining to gain your attention again, both you and Jaehyun giggled against the kiss before finally separating.

“Bye…”

“Call you later.”

Stepping foot into the car and instantly leaning against the same windowsill Jaehyun leaned against earlier, you watched him become smaller as Jungkook drove away, a sigh leaving your lips making Jungkook throw a quick glance your way before a sigh of realization left his own body. You truly were head over heels for him.

And so as you promised to call him daily, he held onto that spark of hope. Yet you were fucking lying.

Or so Jaehyun thought. After you had arrived at the lodge where the older pairs and Taehyung greeted both of you, you barely contacted Jaehyun and in his head he couldn’t care less if the activities made you busy. You had agreed to call him all the days you’d spend there and all the time but it was the last thing you did.

He felt ignored and forgotten. It didn’t really help that he was staying at your place all the time; your scent intoxicating his daily surroundings. Your pillows smell of Rosehip and Rosemary, a few strands of hair that would fall sticking to the fabric of your sheets— you were always with him even in your absence.

As much as he tried distracting himself with his internship and his TA duties, everything would always trace back to you and how little you were contacting him. His messages and phone calls were left unanswered and your presence online was non-existent. He could see it so clearly, he could see Jungkook laughing knowing that you were paying your boyfriend no mind. Maybe you both were having so much fun without Jaehyun and realized how much better things were without him.

Laughing to himself and shaking his head, Jaehyun disagreed with those thoughts that tried so hard to harm him. “She’s so in love with me, that’s not it.” He thought to himself, with a strand of your hair between his fingers as he placed it on a pile he had formed on your night stand.

It had been precisely four days since you left and still had two nights and a morning left in order to come back. Compared to you, Jungkook and the meanted Taehyung kept on updating their socials daily. Many pictures of the three of you, some innocent enough, some in the activities, and a few that only involved you three. Drinking and late night swimming. Everything had been fine enough and the times you did contact him, you’d send him pictures of what you could, given only the main building had internet and it was awkward staying there for long thus the lack of video calls and chat room activities but even then he didn’t want excuses.

So why the fuck were you ignoring him?!

Sat against the cold faux leather of the lobby’s chair, you waited for Jaehyun to pick up your video call. It was the first time in the entire week that you’d get to see his face. You hadn’t taken your laptop, which is something he failed to take into consideration given you just left it in the locked cabinet of your desk (one he didn’t even notice at first). Nonetheless, Taehyung had let you borrow his and immediately logged into your account, excited to see his face (not counting the pictures he sent through messages).

With your earphones plugged into the port, the ringing was blaring in your ears, and looking around your surroundings to make sure you were as far from people as possible to avoid them listening to you— the screen finally stopped displaying you and instead showcased a tiresome messy haired Yuno.

The joy in your chest spread around, a wide smile never leaving your lips even when he groaned slightly. You’d think he had just woken up from a nap but he was pouty and the stress in his face was showing, maybe he had just come back from his TA work time and was extremely exhausted, but nevertheless your smile didn’t fade, admiring the way his lips looked.

“Hi…” you’d greet looking at his face directly, admiring everything you hadn’t seen these days, yet he didn’t respond. Instead he groaned again before his face hit his palms. Worry settled within you now, he wasn’t responding and he looked distressed. “What’s wrong?” The smile faded and your eyebrows were now knitted as you frowned looking at him stare at you, no— he was glaring.

“Why didn’t you call me?” His voice was childish right now. At that, the worry had slightly dissipated, allowing you to smile at him again before answering. “Then what have we been doing all this time?” Despite you giggling into the earphone’s mic, he didn’t change his expression. He was still glaring at you waiting for you to stop your stupid little mocking.

He didn’t shift much, only to where you could see his face, eyes becoming watery but not enough to be noticeable. “Like this. You said you’d video call me daily.” Yuno’s voice wasn’t whiny anymore, it was deeper than his regular resting voice. Now you can’t really remember saying you would but if he said so then it had to be true, right?

Looking around once again in case other people walked around, you then turned to him. “I left my computer at home, I’m sorry…” you really didn’t forget but that should be good enough. “Then how are you calling me right now?” His glaring felt present, as if he was standing feet away from you and directly throwing daggers through his eyes at you.

“I- I’m using Taehyung’s. He let me borrow his so I could call you; I missed your face.” Your eyebrows were knitted again, confused as to why he was acting this way. “I see... You still barely text or call. If I didn't call you first, we wouldn’t have been talking this entire week. What’s going on?” He was tempted to drop a ‘are you tired of me?’ But opted out given you’re both too early into the conversation for him to just drop something like that.

You were seriously perplexed by what was going on. You had intended to have a nice fun conversation with your boyfriend who you longed to see, but instead was caught in between a wall of questioning as he grew more distressed by the minute. Was he alright?

The longer you stared at his face the more you noticed his eyes watering and becoming red, something was obviously off. With a bit of hesitation as you shifted, your lips parted. “What’s wrong, Yuno? Have you been overworking yourself again?” At those genuine words of worry, he hummed to himself contemplating what he’d say next but given your current state he let out a small whimper before lying back down and burying his face into your bed sheets.

“Baby?” Your eyebrows even more furrowed as you heard his silent cries. “I just miss you a lot and this week has been so hectic — I just miss seeing your face, here, next to me.” His nose began to stuff up and the nasally cry was getting to you. Did he really miss you that much?

You had asked him what had gone on as he cried about how the school work was piling up and how the professor he was a TA for was leaving his own responsibilities on top of Yuno’s, leaving the job to him. It didn’t help that his unpaid internship was a shit show every time he had to go in and his job was leaving him very little time to complete the school work he already had weighing him down.

It was the first time since you’d known him that he broke down in front of you and seeing his lips trembling as he could barely speak over the overwhelming exhaustion he felt; your heart felt like it was being ripped apart. You needed to be there for him now.

Maybe it’s the fact that you put yourself in his shoes and if that was you, you’d want him to come home immediately. In fact if the roles were reversed you’d basically beg him to come home after a long week of strenuous studies and work, topped off by an excruciatingly annoying internship like the one he had.

You felt that pain in your chest, the one that left you winded when he looked up. His lips and eyes were puffy and red, the top of his nose was also red but he looked very much beautiful, his eyes glistening with tears. In that moment you knew you weren’t a good person, not when his vulnerability was doing things within you making you want to flee your location and be there for him, to coddle him, and make him yours once again.

“I’ll ask Kookie to take me back, it’s not dark yet so it’ll be fine. Just give me a few hours, okay?” Slightly surprised, Jaehyun looked into your eyes, trying to figure out if that was genuine. His silence allowed for you to continue talking; “Yeah, I’ll be there in a bit... I don’t want to see you like this.” Turning to his side, Jaehyun squinted, questioning what you were doing but he did enjoy the responses he was getting. Of course he had to contradict you, it would help him in the long run.

Shaking his head once he turned to face you again, “No, it’s fine. It’s just exhaustion, I can handle this. You know, I’ll just go to the corner store and get a vitamin shot, okay?” He sat up this time, laptop on one hand and pillow on his crossed legs where it would soon rest. “I don’t know… It’d be better to just be there for you.” Biting the skin off of your thumb, still very much worried about him. His features were of a lighter pink now, his voice still nasally but it was drowning down.

At your response, he chuckled, “Y/m/n, listen to me— I’ll be fine, stay there the week is almost over and then you’ll come back to me for way longer, okay?” You continued to whine, it almost felt as if you left him alone for longer something bad could happen and if anything happened to him— well, you’d rather keep that still in your mind.

“I’ll go to the corner store, get one of those vitamin shots, and come back as quickly as I can. I’ll even leave the video call going so when I come back we won’t waste time connecting back, does that sound good to you?” It sounded fine but you still wanted to be there with him. There was nothing you could do about it and if that shot was going to make him feel physically better, then so be it. “Fine but don’t take too long, it’s starting to get darker now.”

With a hum, Yuno stood from his position turning the laptop to the television telling you it was for entertainment while he was gone to which you laughed and teased by lightheartedly calling him an idiot. That being said and done, he had walked out of the apartment and out of the complex as quickly as he could in order to not waste any quality time with you even if it was virtually.

Your comments on wanting to come back to him didn’t leave his mind. Were you just as starved from him as he was of you to the point that you’d allow his pathetic last minute excuse to subliminally persuade you to go to him? Sure all his duties were beating his ass but he always had people who’d willingly do his job if he asked nicely with one of those smiles that would always get a yes from everyone. You yourself have fallen victim to that technique, so were you really that easy to persuade?

Thankfully the corner store was only 2 blocks down your apartment complex so after he had passed a group of ill smelling men who seemed to be coked out of their minds, he had finally arrived in front of the sliding doors.

The brightly lit store smelt of clorox as the only employee at the floor had just finished mopping after one of the men outside had thrown up given the narcotic mixed with alcohol and tons of food just didn’t settle in his system. So to make his job easier and Yuno’s trip shorter, the male walked to the snacks aisle grabbing a few cookies he knew you liked and a cold jasmine tea for himself just to go up to the fingerprint grease  stained counter. Keeping the conversation short, Jaehyun asked for the medical shots that were locked up in the cabinet behind the employee who with a hum unlocked it to grab what was asked and ring up his total.

Around the same time the commotion outside had drawn both males attention to look through the sliding doors, the group of men arguing and trying to harass an older male that had come around to enter the store himself. He of course paid them no mind and went on, turning to the two as he shook his head before uttering the words, “They’re just looking to pick up a fight.” Received with a few nods.

Once the items had been paid for, Jaehyun took the bag and looped the handles through his arm, making his way out of the building and through the sliding doors. The men had become even louder now, playing music off of a broken CD player they had pulled out of the store’s trash bin. It only played static music coming from the radio function but even then it was more of an AM station so their excitement seemed too theatrical.

They were past rationality and as the younger male looked at them whilst taking slow strides, he felt that if you were to come home, it was best if you did for a more valid reason. Smirk fighting to plaster on his lips, he stopped in his tracks, checking his pockets to save time as he looked upwards trying to locate a camera in case he needed it. Of course there remained one in each corner of the roof, in satisfaction he looked downward in hope to be seem as a non threatening guy for the footage. That only helped him locate a problem with the engineering structure as a crack on the pavement had now granted him a perfect excuse to bother the drunken salary men.

A group of rowdy older men, high on narcotics and alcohol who had bothered anyone who came too close to them— surely they had no credibility for themselves anymore. His slow strides became moderately quick as he continued in order to gain momentum that would help him perfectly come in contact with one of the men. It didn’t matter which one, they would all end up joining after all.

Head lowered and steps quiet, Jaehyun had found a pair of black shoes a few feet from him; with so the male took one final detrimental step to which his shoe got caught with the concave crack on the cement pavement, making his body hurl forward and his body to come in contact with one of the salary men.

“Umph,” Came out of the man as he stumbled slightly, finally feeling the ache that came from Jaehyun’s own shoes stepping on his foot, leaving a dusty imprint of the black polished shoes. His shoulder was aching but had no instant reaction until he heard young panicked Jaehyun apologize rapidly and loudly before lowering his tone and letting out: “Holy shit, is that stench coming from you?” In almost a whisper.

Caught off guard, his eyes widened and now the pulsation from his shoulder and toes were yelling at him. “What the fuck did you say?” Yuno lowered his head with a barely audible laugh as he acted like he was adjusting his sweater and the bag on his arm. “I said I’m sorry, I didn’t see you nor the crack, sir…” His eyes widened in disbelief trying to understand if the alcohol was the cause of this. It wasn’t until one of the other men joined in trying to confront Yuno. “Aye! Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?!”

Jaehyun turned to the slightly taller man, he was skinny to the point his cheeks were sunken and he was beginning to bald. “I wasn’t talking to you fivehead but I guess it applies to you too… Come on, I’m just trying to go home.” He raised his arms the way men do when they say they don’t want any problems the moment some form of confrontation came around.

The nickname gained a chuckle from the last man, snorting a little too hard for the liking of the other two men. “Oh you like that, Ed? Your stench is the same as theirs.” Jaehyun connected his fingers and slightly bowed to show he was most sorry for bumping into one of them “You’re all a bunch of pathetic junkies just get the hell out of here, you’re stinking up the place more than the bin.” That was it, the one he had called Ed (in remembrance of the hyena from lion king), had been the first one to walk up to him and grab him by the shirt in such a rough manner.

Jaehyun felt the heavy force from his sausage link fingers against his chest, he wouldn’t deny that kind of hurt more than bumping onto the first man. “You’re too young to talk to your seniors like that... apologize.” His face was so close to Yuno’s that the poor boy couldn’t help but gag at the smell of vomit mixed with hard alcohol. “I already apologized millions of times, you damn brute.”

That was it. At the insult he was called, his round fist had come in contact with Jaehyun’s face making the boy groan in pain angered by how big the man was to be fighting with him. Not only that but the man had dropped him to the concrete making him hit the hard floor. As a kinesiology major, Yuno knew this would bother him for the following months but if it meant you’d be there to comfort him, then it was all worth it.

You. The idea of you having to be there and help aid his wounds as he healed from a horrid beat up was the only thing holding him through this. The remaining men had joined, kicking at the boy’s ribs and punching at his beautiful features, calling him all the names in the book and telling him they hoped this would ruin his looks since it seemed to be the only thing keeping him going. His face was becoming bloodied but their punches weakened, causing mostly scratches rather than swelling.

But this was Jaehyun they were talking to, so in a fit of not taking them seriously he finally bursted out laughing covering his mouth as he tried to contain himself but they only went harder until the noise of the sirens from the police cars the cashier had called once he heard the first man yell at the boy, rang through theirs ears, making their drunken brains ache due to the noxious sound.

They couldn’t run, if they tried they’d probably wouldn’t get too far either so all they could do was go inside the store and walk to the refrigerators hoping the coffees they pulled out would help their pulsating brain. They didn’t care that they had left a beaten and bloodied up young man outside, they didn’t care about the blood they were spreading against the cans of coffee and on the glass door, hell they didn’t even care that the sirens were getting louder.

It’s fine though, Jaehyun didn’t either. He heard the cashier yell at the men to get the hell out and he heard the man that had entered when he was paying helping the cashier in kicking them out. As he slowly stood up in massive pain after underestimating how strong they could still be after inebriation, he limped his way home with a growing smile on his face knowing you were to come home and care for him.

He felt satisfied with himself. In a matter of hours after you see him through that screen, you’ll be there mending his wounds and making him promise to take good care of himself. He could hear you already, all your pet names and cooing in order to make him feel better, always so loving.

The blue and red lights shone behind him as he walked, reflecting on some of the brick walls in front of him. Jaehyun never looked back and no one called for him as he continued his path. He didn’t stop either until he got to your complex but he liked to think that the men were trying to accuse him of starting it and leading to them watching the security camera videos just for him to show off as defenceless like he intended to.

He was still in so much pain but he couldn’t deny that the moment he had grabbed the laptop and you greeted him with such joy just for it to turn to worrisome horror, did satisfy him so much. Your smile faltered, questioning him manically. “It’s fine… some drunk men just— I mean it was my fault, I’m the one who bumped into them.” You shook your head trying to rationalise with him. “Either way they shouldn’t have beat the fuck out of you for something that small!... I don’t care if you told me to stay, I need to go now.”

Exactly.

“Baby, no— It’s fine, I can take care of myself and it’s late, I don’t want to be a burden right now.” “Clearly you can’t. I’ll ask JK to take me home now, I want to be there for you… Yuno, if it had gotten worse— I’d go insane without you. Your cuts and bruises right now are making my heart want to jump out, imagine if you had gotten worse injuries— I’d fucking die.” Hand to your chest as you calmed your breathing; your words had caught him off guard, making his own eyes widen momentarily before a large smile plastered on his lips.

“I’ll be home in a few, okay?”

“Alright...” Blowing a kiss his way, you waved before ending the call.

In the same sense— he would do anything and everything for you to be with him.

JUNE 2007

“What seat did you get?”

It was finally time for the Class of 07’ to have their final ceremony. Both of you had close friends in said class, so naturally you’d both had to attend. Your close connection with Jungkook led to a friendship between Taehyung and Jimin, both allowing you into their circle as well given by how glued to the hip you and Jungkook always were.

As for Jaehyun, he had Doyoung who briefly invited him mainly because he didn’t want to invite his aunt and uncle, giving the extra ticket to Taeyong and him— well that and the fact that Jaehyun is a close friend.

“Mmm… K02 seat 1, you?” Looking close at the ticket and then up to his pouting face, Yuno showed you his ticket, clearly reading P10 seat 13. Not only were you in a whole different section away from each other but you were also many rows before him. The auditorium was huge, he’d have to go up to the third level just to find his seat next to Doyoung’s family and Taeyong, very much really far away from you.

You imitated his pout, quite clearly just as distraught. Class of 2007 was huge and by the size you would all have to be there for a good few hours in the afternoon. It’s not like you could ask Taeyong to change tickets with you or Jungkook to give Jaehyun his.

The auditorium was starting to fill up by the minute as you both stood behind the last row in one of the sections of the first floor, families bunching up to find their seats and almost fighting with each other over claimed seats. It was annoyingly noisy but you were there to support, so what could you do about it?

Taking his hands into yours and intertwining your fingers with his, you gave them a light squeeze before pecking his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin against your rouge stained lips. Smiling at the red imprint your lips left, he smiled back knowing what you did.

“It’ll be just a few hours…”

“Yeah I suppose so... I think it’ll start soon, do you want to go up now?” His voice was soft, pulling you closer to him as he spoke. Nodding in agreement he waited for you to walk first, only to turn to your section as you began walking.

The penetrating glare coming from the person next to your seat was causing fires to erupt inside of Yuno's chest. If looks could kill, both would be dead by now. Upon the happenings of April, Jungguk’s image of Jaehyun had been skewed. As much as he wanted to believe in the good of humanity, there was still an itching that didn’t let him believe what Yuno had said when they arrived at the apartment and found him knocked out on the floor much to your distress.

Even if Jaehyun’s quirk of smirking after causing mischief didn’t appear— Jeongguk tried to convince himself that it was all an elaborate plan (which it was) and that Jung Jaehyun was truly sick but his pained expressions and whines from that night said quite the opposite, even the security clips after they filed a report proved Jungkook and the culprits wrong. The presence of this man was messing up with Kookie’s sanity more than he wanted to admit.

Returning the glare, Jaehyun chuckled, showing his mocking grin to the dark haired boy you’d sit next to. The amount of times Jungkook has tried to kill your boyfriend with his glares, are uncountable by now.

Not only did he hate him for how sick Yuno has been found to be but he hated the fact that you were eating from the palm of his hand. The fact that he had you and most of all for allowing him to hear you in such an intimate moment just to emasculate him.

Ever since that night, Jungkook had formed a vendetta against Jaehyun. He held so much resentment against the now brunette boy. If only he had known earlier that the boy he constantly saw at cafes and at the library where you both always frequented at the same time— he could have prevented what you and Jaehyun have now.

The glare didn’t stop even when both you and Yuno walked up to your section, smiling and giggling over the conversation you both were having. He felt his blood boiling by how near you both were getting, not even your laugh could make him shake it off.

“You look lonely.”

Turning to your voice, Jungkook shrugged as he sat up. “Yeah, well— you left me alone for too long so...” Faking a pout and quickly smiling at you as you shook your head, he could feel Yuno’s own glare on him, this time with no intentions of shits and giggles.

“Jealous?” you questioned, Jungkook looked at you as he shook his head, a bright smile that made you want to pinch his cheeks. “Not in the slightest.” Though you didn’t seem to notice, his gaze averted upwards to meet Jaehyun who wanted to laugh off his own jealousy. Instead he rolled his eyes, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek as you continued to bother Jungkook.

Lights were beginning to dim within seconds, as both men around you noticed that, Jaehyun understood it was time to finally part ways and go to his own designated section. Despite not wanting to let go of your hand, Jaehyun finally dropped it, turning to you for one last kiss, giving you a bye for now. You waved goodbye as he made his way down the steps with a loving stare from you and deathly glare from Jungkook. A wonderful contradiction.

Upon arriving at his seat the boy was met with the greetings of Doyoung’s family as they tried to calm down in order to save face (even if they all already knew how the Kims were). With polite greetings and bows, Jaehyun sat next to Taeyong, pleading eyes looking at Jaehyun for him to just sit down and distract him.

The boys knew well how Mr. and Mrs. Kim would argue at all times, even with the boys around but there was a limit to how much you could handle so as long as Jaehyun and Doyoung’s brother were there to distract him, Taeyong would ignore the couple.

“You okay?” Jaehyun chuckled with a smirk plastered on his lips once he sat down next to the blue haired boy. Turning his head to look at the family and their despondent expressions due to life, he turned back to the brunette boy. “What do you fucking think?”

Jaehyun only laughed, his smile consuming his eyes and creating those adorable moon shapes you adored on him. “Come on, don't laugh…” Taeyong whined, throwing his head back, having the auditorium lights shine on him.

“Do you think they’ll bicker the entire ceremony?”

“Hopefully not, it’d be three hours of endurance.”

Three hours… Just exactly how far he’d be from you too.

With the lights finally shutting off almost as if they were watching a show, the music began and the professors came all out one by one, followed by their half assed speeches that only elongated this dreadful event, an event all he could think about was you.

Amongst the initial contradiction of how you and Jungkook bid farewell to him, Yuno couldn’t wear off how much harsher Jungkook’s glares were becoming. At this point it seemed like the boy actually hated him. Unlike the seeping anger that Kookie had for Yuno— does Yuno hate Kookie too? Huh… that’s a new subject.

Nevertheless the main threat was your time spent with a boy that didn’t like him. What if Jungkook tried his luck at tainting the image of Jaehyun you had— again… no, he couldn’t let that happen. Even with distance just like your spring break trip, he had to communicate with you at all times.

Incoming message from Yoonhoe…

You could feel the vibration against your leg.

Incoming message from Yoonhoe…

There it was again. It had no ring but your thigh could feel it all even through the fabric of your purse. You had been conversing through whispers with Jungkook when you felt it vibrate and though you were having a lovely talk, the curiosity of what it could be always took the best of you.

Incoming message from Yoonhoe…

Upon the last vibration, you leaned forward, having your forehead touch the back of the seat in front of you to where you could take out your phone to see what was going on. Flipping it open and trying your best to hide the brightness of the screen even if it was dull, the little bubble reading ‘3’ on the chatroom caused a smile to form on your lips, knowing well who the culprit was.

‘how are you doing down there?’ —yoonhoe

‘imy it’s getting v boring now…’ —yoonhoe

‘connect on tetris I want to play’ —yoonhoe

Tetris. Giggling at his childishness, you sat up, looking around trying to find where he had sat but with many heads and lack of illumination, you gave up turning back to the past position.

‘no i don’t think so you’ll end up taking my spot on the scoreboard’ —softbby

‘I was just talking with kookie :P how are u?’ —softbby

His smile faltered at the mentions of him, rolling his eyes. There wasn’t much he could say either, he was bored and wanted attention from his girlfriend. Doyoung had already walked the stage and now they were halfway through the list of graduates.

‘...bored, i want to play a game (￢_￢;)’ —yoonhoe

‘(≧▽≦) dont get fussy, let’s play :v in that case’ —softbby

‘fair enough (-_-)’ —yoonhoe

Just like you held a good score on Tetris he did too on Pac-Man and there’s no way he’d give anyone the chance to take his place. Conversation spark just like that, relinquishing in the state of boredom you both were in. You couldn’t deny this was making you very nostalgic, the fact that you two started out this way around this exact same too, it was all too familiar— a familiarity you wanted back somehow without fully having him too far from you.

While you smiled at his replies and the way he made your heart flutter, you couldn’t stop thinking about how different your life would’ve probably been this past year without him. Dull as it has always been and relying on Jungkook to have a social life, after all you had lost contact with Michelle and once in a while sent messages to Margo when something reminded you of her.

It’s truly weird how life works out sometimes; a year ago you had found yourself talking with a stranger that listened to you day and night, never thinking you’d end up in this situation… ever.

‘bby do u know what day we met?’ —softbby

‘umm… I don’t think I remember the exact date, I know it was a wednesday when I sent you that request tho’ —yoonhoe

‘wait— i think our 1yr just passed’ —yoonhoe

Yeah. A year, holy shit.

‘we only have 4mo 2gh but it’s been a year since we’ve known each other (─‿─)♡’ —softbby

‘time flies horribly fast, ilysm’ —yoonhoe

That sense of nostalgia had hit him too, now that you had brought it up, what he intended to be for fun and casual has turned into something much more deeper than that. Of course with no regrets but if you could hold up a year, an eternity would not be a problem.

Wholesome at best, this was as much as you all will get. With memories of how simple it all started, it ended on a lewd note and that’s how it will remain.

‘remember when u had to go fishing with ur dad and couldn’t use the chat so I promised you some pics when u came back but I never sent them?’ —softbby

‘am i getting an anniversary gift? (´♡‿♡`)’ —yoonhoe

Yes, you indeed were. Shutting the cell phone and tossing it into your purse, you sat up straight to be received with a questioning glare from the boy sitting next to you.

“Where are you going?” He’d ask, his sour face making you almost not want to answer. “Restroom,” but of course your answer had to be short, you had a lover boy waiting for some pictures and you’d rather not send them while surrounded by hundreds of prying eyes.

Before he could say anything else you had made your way out of the aisle and down to the nearest section exit, walking through the pitch black tunnels and trying to find an absolutely isolated location.

The line for the women’s restroom was sickly long so going there to just send some pictures didn’t appease you. Upon walking around looking for other places, a seating area for those who wait remains alone to your greatest advantage.

Checking your surroundings one last time, you pulled your phone out of your purse once again. The digital time on the front flashing white before flipping it open. Your fingers rushing to type out words whilst clicking multiple times on a single button just to get a letter that sometimes seemed like a burden but hey, at least it was a pretty pale blue one to which you matched with Jaehyun’s pretty pale pink phone.

‘go to the restroom, don’t open the messages until you get there’ —softbby

‘Oh… alright ;)’ —yoonhoe

That was the last message you had gotten from him, while he made his way down, you closed the chat room bubble, clicking on the arrow button, followed by the outline of a camera that would either lead you to the camera roll or your front camera. It was a more tedious process but you managed, clicking on the arrow left and right, picking the ones you liked most and for his eyes only.

With the excessive vibration against Yuno’s hands where he had held his phone, he stood from his seat, trying his best to hide the excitement he would get from looking at your little gift. Whilst pep, romance, lust, and excitement filled the air it seemed only you and your boyfriend shared, Jungkook remained alarmed.

You had cut your conversation with him short and crouched down to do whatever you were doing which was taking up much of your time and ignoring the ceremony. Of course it had to be product of Jaehyun, who else could he blame? Like usual he was proven right; after you had rushed out of the hall, Yuno followed suit minutes later, even through the same exit you had taken.

Anger began to brew, the teetering of blood rushing to his head. If he hadn’t learned anything from what a bathroom meant for both of you— he wouldn’t doubt morality had just jumped out of a window.

Perhaps what was most bothersome was that he couldn’t do anything about it. He didn’t want to miss Jimin in case he came to the stage in the following minutes and he didn’t want to come off as annoying to you for the time being, not when he’s trying his best to not show that the Yuno’s presence was ruining his perception of the friendship you both had.

Breathe in… breathe out, it was all he could do. Watching the giddy brunette almost float out of the auditorium to where he imagined meeting you at. Breathe in… breathe o— jaw clenched, nails digging into his thigh. It will be fine, it has to be.

His steps were louder than yours had been, full of excitement and still joyous at the realization that you’d both had endured longer than expected. Unlike the women’s bathroom, there was no line for the men’s restroom; walking right in through the maze of stalls, Jaehyun found the farthest one available, going right in as his fingers fumbled to flip open the phone. His finger hovered over the chat room icon, the miniscule bubble with a ‘9’ over it making him both antsy and hesitant to open them.

Nonetheless he couldn’t waste time, it was gold after all. Dimly illuminated was his face upon opening file after file; trying his best to fight off the smirk that was trying to manifest itself, Yuno simply bit his lower lip, feeling blood rush from his cock to head. He could probably get a nose bleed by how these were making him feel.

He couldn’t tell if they were old or not, all he could notice was the multiple positions you were in with an image of him next to you. His dick twitched as he clicked left and right, the annoying sound of the buttons weren’t good enough to distract him from looking at your pictures over and over. Even if some weren’t as lewd he enjoyed the teasing of wearing his shirt with nothing else underneath but he could say his most favorite picture was the one with his favorite shirt.

Yuno never told you why he liked it but it was his favorite and you’d do anything to make him remain happy. With a few more clicks he saved them to look at for another time. If he could he would’ve rubbed one off in that instant but he had to practice self restraint at the end of the day.

Even gracing his cock was proving to be painful, all he wanted was to let that pent up frustration out, but how could he when the damned ceremony wasn’t over just yet. With random thoughts to kill his boner, Yuno made his way out of the stall and straight to the sink. Maybe some cold water would help him; and so he washed his hands, splashing the remaining drops that clung onto him towards his face hoping it would help his little problem that was almost gone.

‘what should I do about my boner? </3’ —yoonhoe

‘aww, maybe at home?’ —softbby

‘please >_<’ —yoonhoe

‘look up :)’ —softbby

Jaehyun lifted his head, he had been conversing with you as he made his way out of the restroom, not counting on you being right outside the entrance.

Before he could talk, you took his arm into your hands, dragging him to where you had been sitting whilst sending those images to him. “So?” You’d question, eyes hopeful for good feedback. “Anything you send will always satisfy me.” With a smile on his face, Jaehyun leaned in, pressing his plush lips against yours for a tender kiss.

Wrapping his arms around you for an embrace; you smiled into the kiss, wrapping your own around his waist. As wholesome as you’d both try to keep it, Yuno recalled the feeling of arousal he felt upon seeing those images on his tiny screen. Blood was rushing to the tip of his cock once again and he could feel the sensitivity hitting him.

With your simplest touch against his body, he could crumble underneath you. You could sense it, the way his kisses became feverish and his grip on you tightened. Taking advantage of the situation, as you’d both kiss with much more passion, one of your hands slithered down, making its way from his hip to thigh. He slightly flinched feeling the warmth of your palm on that area but upon moving it even more, he tried hard not to groan as it inched closer to the most sensitive area as of now.

1,2,3… pause. 1,2,3… pause. 1,2,...3; your hand had settled on top of his cock after seconds of teasing. It was warm and it flinched upon feeling you over it, almost like a familiar touch. He had let out a breathy silent groan when you touched him but once you began softly rubbing him from above, he kissed you furthermore trying to drown out his glorious noises.

His leg was slightly bouncing as you continued, his hand had taken a hold of your hair and threaded his fingers on it. Without much thinking, you pulled away with a giggle leaving your lips. “You’re so easy.” You’d tease, kissing up on his cheek while he tried to relax his body.

Yuno didn’t give you an immediate response, all he could think about was you in those pictures and the way you touched him, making him crave more. Once he had regained that stolen breath, he leaned forward, burrowing his face on the crook of your neck. “You’ve always been a horrible tease.” He’d jest, making a trail of small kisses on the exposed skin.

“Are you good to go now?” Humming in response, he shook his head. “You’re giving me blue balls, let me sit through it.” You couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he sounded, he’d purse his lips in a pout whenever he tried to convince you of something but it seemed today’s convincing relied on staying back a few minutes more.

As you’d both remain in the same position, you’d taken it upon yourself to take him into an embrace, stroking his hair that seemed to be growing more and more (much to your pleasure). “Yuno?” He hummed again. “Last year… Did you ever think we would’ve been in this position?” It was a clear answer; No. He didn’t even think you’d add him back, especially since he had nothing to demonstrate what he looked like but then again neither did you.

“I think we would still be strangers to each other on the internet if you hadn’t blurted out your feelings like that.” Remembering the happenings made you slightly cringe, you really only told him out of fear that he’d think you liked Jungkook. “Yeah because you were getting your panties on a knot over JK. You have always been so jealous now that I think about it.” Of course the tone in your voice was teasing and even if he chuckled to it, he now had the idea of Jungkook in his brain again and it was rotting him away. At least it worked as a boner killer.

Standing from his position, Jaehyun patted his thighs hoping the last of it was to now leave before stretching his hand out for you to take. “Alright, let’s go, I think this thing is almost over now.” Groaning at the idea of another hour ruining your mood again, you had spent a good ten minutes with your lover and going back to hearing a list of names just didn’t feel right anymore.

Nonetheless, there was still Jimin you had to show support for. Hand in hand, the both of you made small talk as you’d enter the dark halls and into the auditorium, squeezing his hand as a goodbye rather than spoken word. It felt lonely again, though you had enjoyed the first two hours with Jungkook, this sudden change of not being with Yuno again was finally taking a toll on you.

God, having a romantic partner really fools with you.

None of that had gone unacknowledged by your close friend. As much as he told himself to not be irrational and annoying, seeing a smile on your boyfriend only reminded him of his mocking quirks, ruining his mood no matter what.

Once seated, you’d swiftly smile at him before returning to your previous position, at this point your focus was no longer on the ceremony and rather on your boyfriend.

Head pressing against the grease stained back of the seat and phone at hand— before you could even flip it open, the rapid movements coming from Jungkook had caught you fairly off guard. His hand snatching the electronic off your hands and pocketing it while you sat up in confusion.

“Dude, what the fuck?” He didn’t even let out a peep as you struggled to understand where this was coming from. “Jungkook, give it back!” You could only settle for whispers in order to not call any attention to you right now.

Jungkook just shook his head as an initial response. “You almost missed Jimin, y/n.” His scolding didn’t help sooth how annoyed you finally were as of now, it still wasn’t his right to monitor your actions.

“I’ll give it to you after this ends, do it for Jimin.” What a stupid reason; if you were going to do something for someone it surely wasn’t going to be for anyone that wasn’t Yuno. You couldn’t give two shits about this event, all you knew was Jungkook standing between your conversation between him and despising every second of it.

Apart from that, there wasn’t really much you could do. Compared to Jungkook, he could stomp on you and you weren’t trying to cause a scene in front of hundreds of people. All you could do was sit tight and wait for time to fly fast and try to ignore the glances JK would throw at you from time to time to make sure you were doing fine.

It was quite obvious you weren’t and guilt was surely sitting at the pit of his stomach every time he looked at you. Your expression shows nothing but frustration and your leg bouncing obviously indicating your dissatisfaction with him.

Jung Jaehyun will be the end of this bond.

Time couldn’t go any slower, as it went by Jaehyun had been spamming your phone through both the chat room and your messages. To his disdain after not hearing back from you, it left a sour feeling in his mouth, questioning why suddenly you had stopped and as much as he tried to peer over to your section, the darkness of the auditorium didn’t allow for it.

Through the following hour as you suffered from boredom and anger, Jungkook of a growing irritation with himself, both you, your boyfriend, and Yuno’s urge to know the reason for your sudden disconnection— time had finally hit the mark.

With a final ment from the dean and a swarm of graduates rushing out of ground hallways, the ceremony had come to an end. Lights turning on and finally illuminating the auditorium, that was your cue to turn towards your friend who hesitantly enough handed you your cell phone.

Through your own glares, you took the phone, flipping it open being received with a swarm of spam on many platforms.

‘do u want to catch a bite after this?’ —yoonhoe

‘or do u want to head back home?’ —yoonhoe

‘we can continue where we left off ;)’ —yoonhoe

‘oh wait ur not online’ —yoonhoe

yuno <3: so? Food or home?

yuno <3: princess?

yuno <3: did ur phone die?

yuno <3: mm most likely :/

A groan audibly left your lips upon reading them all. In the precise moment you wanted to scold Jungkook for being a dick about this whole phone thing. It wasn’t that serious and it’s not like you would’ve ignored Jimin when he came on stage, you just didn’t care about other graduates and texting your boyfriend just seemed like a rational thing to do to avoid boredom.

Of course it was serious to Jungkook. Ever since Jaehyun came into your lives physically, the friendship with you felt distant and his paranoia along with the protectiveness he has towards you, didn’t help ease his nerves when he knew Yuno was capable of getting his way just to know where you are and with who— as long as he had you with him.

Neither of you spoke a word to each other once everyone started to leave. Though you held a conversation with both the Kims and Parks, your words weren’t directed towards him and upon that, Jungkook could feel the regret of being impulsive at the time being.

As the families conversed and the graduates rushed to the front of the building to toss their caps in the air as a sign of freedom and into the big world— you looked for Jaehyun. In the crowd of hundreds of people it seemed like an eternal game of ‘Where’s Waldo?’, had he kept his hair colored, this process would’ve been made a thousand times easier.

But as always— he's a step ahead. Startled by the sudden cold hand taking a grasp on your arm; your head whipped, hair almost hitting his pretty face. In result you’d slap off his hand for making you get startled but his laughter only soothed you. “You scared me,” You confessed, rubbing where he’d grab you whilst pretending to be hurt.

“Did your phone die? I was asking if you wanted to go eat or head home?” He still remained joyful, his wide smile even when the sun was hitting his face and his large hand didn’t do much to give him shade. You’d love to bask in his warm sweet smile of genuine joy but the memory of Jungkook just snatching your phone reminded you of that sour feeling and how the rose colored glass you had towards him were cracking.

Shaking your head with a side smile, “Jungkook fucking took my phone away so I wouldn’t be ’rude’ when Jimin came up.” Slowly but surely, his cute smile was fading at the scenario that had encompassed after your little hang out. “That’s weird… Isn’t it logical that you would pay attention when your friend comes on stage?” He didn’t even try to cover his face from the sun anymore; it was for the better as it blinded you from seeing the rage brewing in his eyes.

“I mean yeah… I don’t know, it just pissed me off. It wasn’t that serious for him to act like that… or am I overreacting?” The sheer panic in your eyes made him wonder why you’d react that way and quite honestly he didn’t like it. “No, you’re not. He shouldn’t have acted that way just because you were talking to me. I don’t think you’re the problem, probably I am.” And there he went, making it about himself.

Pulling him into an embrace you shake your head still in denial of their obvious rivalry. “Baby come on, don’t start this again.” You’d groan against his chest, holding tightly onto his waist. “Y/n he’s just so protective of you when I’m around… I’m literally your boyfriend, it feels weird that he’s like that every time I’m around.”

No it wasn’t. He knew damn well why Jungkook was that way but he enjoyed slandering him in front of you with the front that your dear friend was in the wrong. “I guess…” He caressed your hair, smiling to himself at the thought of you being weary of JK. “I want to go back home… you owe me something.” Moving your head to reach his biceps, your teeth softly clung onto them, making your boyfriend whimper in surprise. It wasn’t much, if anything he could barely feel it but he enjoyed playing along.

“Alright, I want you to meet Taeyong and Doyoung first, you okay with that?” You couldn’t say no, he seemed so giddy to talk about other friends outside the group Jungkook knew him from and it made you feel even more included in his life. Separating from the embrace he had dragged you through the masses of people, talking over the loud noise as you tried your best to hear him but still couldn’t.

It didn’t matter as when you arrived and was met by a beautiful pair of men, all you could do was smile and coward besides Yuno. Damn him and his pretty friends.

“Taeyong, nice meeting you!” He was the most giddy, a little bounce on his step as he extended his hand out to you, shyly smiling when you finally took it. “Hi… y/n.” It was actually quite adorable to see you get this flustered.

“I’m Doyoung, it’s a pleasure finally meeting you. Jaehyun doesn’t stop talking about you, like ever.”

“He doesn’t?”

They both shook their heads, laughing as if there was an inside joke. “No, he’s fucking mental.” Taeyong said in a playful tone that had made you giggle at the idea of him talking their ear off. In the midst of making small talk and trying to form a bond for the sake of Yuno, Doyoung’s brother had interrupted the lot of you, stating that they were now leaving for their family dinner to which the brothers shared the same look of distress.

Nodding as a sign of goodbye, Taeyong followed after the younger man, taking this as his chance to finally leave the summer sun he was painfully trying to hide from; whilst the both of you walked, you continued your teasing Jaehyun for his immense infatuation.

Turning to Yuno, you took his hand in yours, tugging it to the parking lot. “Alright, so home?” “Yeah,” Giving his hand a squeeze, he couldn’t help smirk at the action and those to come.

Arriving at the apartment had changed the mood for the both of you. What was playful in the car and halls had turned to lust.

Fingers brushing against each other as you’d rush to the bedroom. Everything moved in silence apart from the shuffling of clothes being casually taken off. Just reminiscing on those pictures from earlier and the way you had touched him through his clothing was enough to help his already hardening dick.

Taking his hand into yours once fully undressed, he’d hover over you as you laid on the softness of your bed sheets. The smooth fabric against your skin as his lips teased yours in a game of cat and mouse, making you hopeful that they’d finally land and give you a rewarding kiss.

When it didn’t come, you grazed your leg in between his, making him shudder at the contact. Smiling against your lips, Jaehyun leaned in, kissing you tenderly. His arms helped his weight but as you both delved more into it, he lowered himself.

His hands taking a hold of your face whilst his forearms helped him now. Your tongue teasing his lips, swiping it across his lower lip before taking a soft bite. Yuno smirked at the tugging feeling, parting his lips slightly to let your tongue in.

A wonderful contradiction to the warmth of his mouth, your cold tongue gracing his. As your lips moved feverishly against each other and tongues entwined, one of his hands moved up to your hair, holding it like he never wanted to let you go while the other one caressed its path to your nipples.

The closer you were now, skin to skin, lips against each other— it was making it hotter inside the room. His grip on your hair tightened, lifting your head slightly. The tugging made you moan against his lips, one he swallowed with so much gratitude and repaid with his fingers rubbing at the warm nubs, pinching them softly, and turning them to your satisfaction; moaning even more against his lips.

His hand fondled with your nipple, followed by his soft grip on your breast. Whilst his lips ravished yours, tongue tasting yours; Jaehyun’s hand, made it’s path down in between your thighs.

His fingers danced over your thighs, raking his nails softly on the flesh before coming in contact with your cunt. “Do you want them in you?… I bet you do.” Your whimpers agreed with him, desperately agreed but instead he opted to rub your clit in circles, painfully slow to the point that it was over stimulating even without an orgasm. Your legs shook whilst you tried to move hoping he’d let you have the release you deserved but even if you moved your head a bit he’d pull you back up by the makeshift ponytail.

His hand was perfectly in between your thighs, as he circled the sensitive bundle of nerves that were about to explore, your fluids ran down his hand, covering his palm with not only near cum but the warmth you exuded. Jaehyun could feel your need seeping in through him. Your body shook from the pleasure he always knew how to produce. “Yuno… ah— I…” you couldn’t even speak as you twisted at the feeling of his middle and ring finger circling and pressing at your clit. You were so close to coming, so so close.

Mercy had taken over him, finally caving in to your pretty moans. Slowly, Jaehyun inserted his ring and middle finger inside of you, pumping them slowly until he could figure out by your facial contortions what you enjoyed. As he went by, pushing them in and moving the tips of his fingers to stimulate a certain spot you found enjoyable; with the feeling coiling in your gut, your bladder feeling painfully full— you stopped his hand, looking at his confused face and pulling out his fingers yourself.

You were simply close to coming and you couldn’t let that just happen. Not without him getting stimulation himself. “Are you okay?” He questioned, sitting down on bed watching your every move. You didn’t say much besides nodding and crawling off the bed, that was enough for him to understand your thought process.

Your hands caressed him as you settled between his legs, taking his penis into your hands and stroking it softly to see how sensitive he was. It wasn’t much sensitivity as he didn’t shudder like he usually did when he was ready to cum, nevertheless your hands moved against his warm flesh, twisting your hands softly to create a feather like stimulation, one he’d begin to find rather enjoyable.

“I don’t want to come on your hand, I like seeing your face when I come around you.” Those words with the addition of your warm lips surrounding the tip of his cock, Jaehyun let a gruntled moan out, his head thrown back, and lips parted. He really enjoyed every time you sucked him off; whether it was the slick feeling that made it easy for him to face fuck you or hearing your gags whenver you tried to go deeper, he loved every second of it.

He supported his weight with both his arms and hands, leaning back a bit as you did your magic (the one he loved so much). As his head was thrown back to enjoy the physical aspect of this, you looked up at him, adoring how beautiful he was, even in the lewdest of moments. Your lips moved slowly around his shaft, making sure he felt the warmth of your mouth and spit. Slowly by slowly going further down to take as much of him as you could.

Your hands took a hold of his testicles, massaging them softly to see how he’d react this time. Seeing him flinch slightly but giving you the liberty to continue; your left hand played with the balls, kneading them in between your fingers as you blew him, the spit flowing down to his testicles, making it easy for you to grant him more pleasure.

Jaehyun looked at you through his eyelashes, eyes too tired to stay open but anything to see the way you treated him so kindly. He adored everything about you; the way you looked with him buried inside your mouth, the way you handled him if it wouldn’t fit all inside, and the way you looked up at him to see the way he was looking at you.

Upon your eyes meeting, Jaehyun reached one of his hands to caress your warm cheeks, feeling his cock through the soft layers of tissue. He didn’t speak just yet, he was admiring every single detail of you, upon his hand reaching your hair and softly gripping it, you moaned around him. The vibration made him lose his focus, biting his lip a bit too hard as you had finally taken him whole. You could feel his cum leaking, he was trying so hard to not make it spill in the moment. He smiled at you, beautiful teeth showing as you took him whole.

“My pretty girl, you’re doing so good— you always do so good.” He moaned again, feeling the back of your throat directly on his leaking tip. His moan alone made you moan around him as well, you could feel the wetness between your legs start to slide down your thighs and onto your calves. You were craving him again, more than just his soft caresses and hair holding.

Pulling back slightly he hissed, the motion against his sensitive flesh not helping how close he was. “Baby-” he whined, his grip tightening. “Fuck, I can’t anymore, please…” he begged. You couldn’t do much but giggle around him even if it felt like a moan, but with so you took him all in again, your nose touching his pelvic bone along the curly hair, making him lose the grip he has on your hair.

He could feel himself so close, he felt those small drops turn into thin spurts leaving him as he still tried his best to not let go. Your fingers played with his balls as you tried to stay in the position for as long as you could but as you felt the small spurts have more force, you couldn’t help it but pull away fully, making him groan loudly, trying not to touch himself to avoid cumming overall.

Your lips connected to his cock by long strings of saliva, gathering it on your hand and fingers, you lightly kicked his leg so he could watch you rub it on your cunt, making him ache more and more. Jaehyun was in pain, he was so close to finishing yet he had to restrain himself once again, it’s always evident you have more control on denial than him.

Rubbing away the wetness on your flesh, you crawl the bed besides him, giggling at his expression of exhaustion. “Aw, I’m sorry…” you told him, your now dry lips falling on top of his, to which he was quick enough to kiss you back. “I don’t know how you don’t feel like ending it all when you do this to yourself.” He whined pulling you closer to him.

“I think I learnt from our first date and you didn’t let me cum for a while, you were truly so evil for our first time.” You jested, making him pout that soon turned into a smile. “I promise to never deny you again, baby, I’m sorry.” Pulling you into another kiss, Jaehyun pulled on your thigh motioning for you to get on top of him. You were so needy at this point that anything he dictated would happen.

With your legs straddling him and cores touching, fluids seeping with each other, Jaehyun’s tongue swiped across your lips, slipping it in, in a motion you mimicked as he took his cock into his own hand, easily slipping it inside of you, your breathy moans mixing together in one as you’d both continue making out.

Maybe it’s because he was already leaking but he felt so much bigger than before that you couldn’t complain about the extra stretch. His swollen cock, slow and steady at first but with much desperation, Jaehyun’s strokes became harder. Pulling fully out of you before slamming back in roughly but not enough to hurt you.

His hands on your hips, cock slamming in you, your hands on his shoulders as you rocked the same hips he held, trying to form more friction on your clit through his lower flesh. “You never fail to feel so good, y/m/n… if I could I’d be buried inside you all the time.” Yuno confessed, his lips making way to your neck, nipping it softly as he kissed it. One hand on your ass, massaging the warm flesh as you began to bounce on his cock now.

Your thighs and calves burned but you felt his tip finally reach your g-spot, hitting it with all his might as he continued to thrust upward while you rode him. You felt it in your gut, the coiling feeling tightening even more before it would eventually unclench, your moans became more audible now, letting Jaehyun know this was working for you just as it was working for him. “My pretty girl, are you about to come? Are you?” He cooed, his grip on your ass tightening. You couldn’t speak, rather leaned forward to catch his lips between yours, letting the saliva that built on his tongue go inside your mouth.

Yuno chuckled at your lack of words, your moans filling his mouth and chest whenever you pulled away to kiss it. Lips surrounding his nipple and nipping it to make him hiss, Yuno took a tight grip on your ass before taking all his will power to sit up with his cock still buried deep within you.

Standing up whilst holding you as tight as he could, he smiled at you, kissing away the confusion as he flipped both of you, making you lay on your back, pulling his cock out swiftly as he pulled your legs up to your head, enough to make sure you’re comfortable. “I want you to coat my cock again and again…” taking your lower lip between his lips, you took your tongue out to lick his upper lip softly. “Anything you ask, baby. Anything you ask.” You answered once he let your lip free, kissing him as he began to rock his hips again, the position gave him more leverage, a new angle and an easier way to reach the spot he had been hitting earlier.

It was only seconds before you actually came so as your sweaty skin slapped against each other and you could feel Yuno’s legs shake from how close he was getting again, he lowered himself to have his pelvic bone rub at your clit once again. The sensitive bud not being able to take much longer and once the squelching sound got louder, you took a hold of his forearms, wanting to feel the heat of his body radiate on yours all it could.

He smiled down on you, his dimples so prominent as sweat that rolled down from his forehead pooled inside them. He was always so pretty during sex, his skin would turn into a raging crimson that stung from the heat but his face would glow, the natural tint ever so pretty, and the sweat he easily formed made it easier for you to hold onto him.

Your legs were giving up, shaking as Jaehyun settled them on his shoulders knowing you needed some help. Your breaths were ragged and you felt your walls clench around him once more, the coil releasing slowly until he leaned in, “my lovely girl… show me how pretty you look when you cum around my cock, I want to feel you over and over, with no end.” His breath on your ear and neck, his panting making it harder for him, even if he now nibbled on your earlobe as he pounded into you.

His words made you give out, eyes rolling as you felt the coil release. Your legs shook and so did your body, holding onto him for dear god, riding out your orgasm as he continued to fuck you. He groaned louder against you, feeling the warm fluids coat him in layers of your release.

Yuno’s cock was swollen and he couldn’t take it any longer, pulling out of you as fast he could, making you complain at the loss of heat and the feeling of being full. He crawled to your side, holding his cock as he sat on his knees, jerking himself as he looked at you, your fucked up state making him feel even more aroused. Knowing he needed a release you caressed his thigh, enough touch to make him spurt all over your chest, some even falling to the lower area of your face.

He moaned loudly, feeling his red and angry cock finally feel peace knowing he was able to cum now. You watched him closely, the way he massaged his tip trying to get rid of everything. If it wasn’t because your clit was overly sensitive, you’d be touching yourself, praying for another orgasm.

Once he was able to calm himself, Jaehyun smiled at you, leaning down to kiss you, not caring about his cum coating your chest and lips. “I think this is a new record of how hard you’ve made me cum.” He confessed, making you giggle as he grabbed a dirty shirt from the bed to clean away his cum from you.

With you cleaned off and too sensitive to even stand or move on your own, he laid beside you pulling you to his chest and wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you wrapped one of yours around his waist and tried your best to prop your leg over him, feeling his cock on your calf. Peppering his chest with delicate kisses, Jaehyun ran his fingers softly through your hair.

Hearing his heartbeat and respiration start to slow down after his near heaving earlier, you smiled to yourself, pulling him closer by the waist.

“Yuno?”

“Hm?” He hummed.

“Do you think you’ll ever stop loving me?”

He didn’t have to think about it, the answer was clear.

“No, I’d end myself if I did.”

“Good.”

Turning your head to look up at him, your hair still wrapped around his fingers; you grinned at him, your words soft yet strong.

“I don’t plan on ever letting you go.”

Turning back to the position you were at, Jaehyun’s confusion turned into satisfaction, a small smile turned into a smirk, speaking it all.

“Let's go get cleaned up.”

Neither of you counted on hearing the front door squeak, so when you both heard it after he finished his sentence, the both of you sat up in confusion (you a little more slowly at the soreness between your thighs).

“Get dressed, I’ll go see.” He whispered, putting on the boxers he had tossed around, leaving you on the bed to get dressed as he went out to see who it could be. Of course he knew though, no one else besides him or your parents had keys and your parents wouldn’t visit you unless you asked them to, it could only be one person he so detests…

“I got hungry…” Jungkook told the other boy, raising some bread you had left on the dining table. Jaehyun didn’t care, he just wanted to know what Kookie was doing there.

Jaehyun’s skin was still tinted red and by the look of his barely resting chest, Jungkook knew he had interrupted the both of you. “So?...” Jaehyun questioned hoping he’d explain his arrival. “So where’s y/n?” Jeongguk himself, questioned.

Was he really dismissing Yuno’s presence?

Raising an eyebrow, Jaehyun turned to the room. “Resting.” You could hear both of them clearly even if you tried avoiding it but every time you left them alone for a little too long, they always argued and after Yuno blew your brains out, you wanted to be far from the stress those arguments caused. With as much willpower as you could collect, you grabbed your panties and the PJs you wore last night, putting them on as fast as you could, only to limp your way out of the room, dry cum on your chin and sweat sticking your hair to your forehead.

“Hey, Jimin’s parents threw him a last minute grad party and wanted me to invite you.” Kookie greeted you. “You couldn’t have called?...” You tried speaking softly as you could, you were still angry at the way he acted back at the auditorium but you still didn’t want to sound harsh.

He nibbled on the bread again, swallowing the piece he was chewing on. “I did but you never answered so I came to check by.” He pulled up his phone log, showing the both of you despite neither of you actually looking at it.

Jaehyun turned to the other boy, making sure he understood the reason why. “Clearly busy, Kookie…” He imputed, making you turn from him to your friend. Jungkook almost talked back to your boyfriend but upon hearing your voice, he pressed his lips together again. “Just give us a few minutes, then.” Making your way back into the bedroom with Jaehyun trailing behind you, you stopped at the door frame and turned back to the boy eating bread.

“There’s ah- my mom brought me asado, there’s asado in the fridge. Just heat it up if you’re still hungry.”

Smiling up at you before nodding, both you and Jaehyun turned to your original plan. As you’d both had gotten showered and ready, Jungkook finished his meal and bid you goodbye whilst you’d both finished getting ready. Poor boy had been starving and knowing Jimin’s parents, there was no food in this party just yet besides wine and pastries.

You both were no exception. Once ready, you’d both rush to Aldis to buy the last cake they had on display and get something from their food court, at least to feed those who were hungry just like Jungkook. There was nothing besides rotisserie chicken and a bundle of side dishes, well that would have to do for now.

In fact by the time you both arrived, the sun was beginning to set (much to his distaste). Bags in both your hands, Jaehyun looked at the white house, watching a few children play tag around the front and back yards. It was an all American home, two stories with the clean suburban picture painted all over the wooden clapboards.

“It’ll be just a few minutes, okay?” You reassured him, taking his hand and walking inside the unlocked doors of the home. Instantly greeted by a pair of arms pulling you away from your boyfriend; Jaehyun felt discomfort.

Standing in front of him, a man shorter than him, to which he assumed was Jimin by the ornaments stuck to him, congratulating him. His arms were off of you by now, smiling and thanking you for the food and the envelope you’d handed him as a present. Apologizing for the small gift given the late invitation, he reassured you it was fine. When his eyes finally landed on your boyfriend, you took it as an opportunity to finally introduce them both.

Taking Yuno’s hands into yours with bags and all in the way, you smiled at the blond boy. “This is my boyfriend…” Letting him speak, “Jaehyun, nice to meet you.” Your sweet boy smiled at the older boy, stretching his hand to be shaken. Jimin did shake it but his eyes averted from him to look for Jungkook.

Hm…

“Nice meeting you, Jungkook speaks of you a lot.”

His smile turned into a soft smirk, cocking an eyebrow and slanting his head. “Does he?” Jimin nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. By doing so, he finally reacted to the bags of food, taking the ones you held and opted to ask Jaehyun to follow him to the kitchen, making your introduction rather short and leaving you alone in the living room.

It was fine though, a few of the people there knew you, so unlike Yuno, you weren’t as estranged. To avoid awkwardness, Jimin thought about sparking a conversation with Jaehyun. Questioning his major and how he was doing for the day. When your boyfriend told him he had gone to the auditorium, he felt the pit in his stomach, taking Jungkook’s words in and ignoring any other possibility for the young man to be there as well.

Of course when Jaehyun added Doyoung’s name into the mix and his invitation, the blond man relaxed, knowing it wasn’t to be around you 24/7 like Jungkook liked to say.

The conversation was rather dry because despite telling himself he wasn’t biased towards Jungkook’s narrative, Jimin was a very anxious person and he didn’t know Jaehyun well enough to have him in his house, even if he was your boyfriend. He wasn’t invited afterall, you just brought him in.

“Well, help yourself to some drinks, food, cake for Niko…”

“Yeah, sorry about that, it was the only cake left.” Jaehyun apologized, looking at the pink and white cake, reading: ‘Nikolasa’s babyshower.’

“No it’s fine, any cake is good.” Jimin chuckled awkwardly, before letting your boyfriend know he was quickly getting some drinks from the outside fridge. Jaehyun nodded, not really interested in the boy anymore. He had learned to figure out he was paranoid but tried his best to stay calm. Why must all your friends be so easy to read?

Anything could happen in seconds.

Jimin’s mother is drunk now. Having confused a wine cooler with pink lemonade, the woman had basically consumed the entire pitcher and due to that her state of mind was free and loose, letting her spew anything she could.

“Oh? I don’t think I recognize you…” Her words were slurred, swallowing the sip he had taken from the actual pink lemonade, he licked his lips. “I’m Jaehyun, y/n’s boyfriend.” Shyly smiling at her, he extended his hand in order to shake it.

It went ignored, she just stood in shock and curiosity, spewing out how pretty of a boy he was. “But I thought Kookie was her boyfriend, right?”

What?

“W-why would you think that?” Jaehyun tried hiding the spiral in his voice, lips beginning to feel that twitch as he smiled. “Surely they’ve dated before, right? Oh where’s Jimin, he’ll take me out of this brain rot…” As she yelled for her son, those words laughed at him, his ears becoming red— trying his best to not insult her for ruining his exceptionally good day.

“Yes?” Jimin answered, finally coming inside to see the both of them standing at the arranged table. “I thought you said, y/n was dating Jungkook, or dated him, right?” Her alcoholic breath hit Jimin’s face, making his eyes widen in fright of the taller man in front of him.

“What?! No, I never told you that!” His voice was growing desperate. “They— They never dated, I can promise you that, I’m sorry she’s just drunk.” Max half an hour since the both of you had arrived and something had already gone wrong.

Jaehyun smiled, accomplishing to fool Jimin into thinking he was fine. “I know, it’s fine.” He lied. Nothing was fine, a wretched alcoholic hag had just ruined his day by making up lies that would throw him into a spiral.

Jimin nodded as well, taking his mother by the shoulders and beginning to push her out of the kitchen. Before they left, Jimin turned to watch him sip on his drink again. “I promise they never had anything, they’ve never dated. I promise…” Jaehyun nodded as a way to reassure him with a smile on his face, waiting for them to fucking leave already.

With no one in sight, his smile faded into a deep scowl, the redness of his ears turning a dark crimson. If he had learned anything, it is that being around anyone related to Jungkook would find the time to ruin his life.

The kitchen was the most quiet place he could find, he hadn’t moved from there all this time you’d both been in this home that now consumed him and filled his chest with hate. The clock on the wooden wall ticked all night, letting him know time was going by and all he was doing was overthinking the words of a drunk woman.

Of course he knew it wasn’t true what Mrs. Park said but that didn’t change the fact that she had still ruined his mood and he was now filled with rage only Jungkook could fill. Just reminiscing on the words ‘Jungkook is her boyfriend’ made his guts twist and turn, hate seeping out of his pores at how detestable it sounded.

He couldn’t keep it in much longer, he wanted to leave. His head was pounding, overthinking everything and creating scenarios as to what made her think that but first he had to find you and finally take you away from the grip these people had on you.

It wasn’t hard to find you, sitting on the sofa talking with the older women and men, some teens  (relatives of Jimin), as well both Jungkook and Jimin sat on either side of you. They all questioned the three of you on your academic decisions and joked around like older people usually do when they like to tease.

Just the closeness was eating him alive, to see how Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulder and he laid back like nothing about that was wrong. He didn’t say anything when he crossed the threshold, walking past the surrounding area, slow enough to make you notice him.

So you did, you gave him the attention he needed now. Looking up at him and calling his name out as you stood up, letting Jungkook’s arm fall from your shoulder, they all turned to look at the young man.

It’s your attention he wanted, not theirs.

“Where have you been, I've been looking for you all night?” You questioned reaching his person. “Have you?” He patronized, turning to the group of eldery and your friends. “Yeah, I have…” You responded picking up on his tone, cocking an eyebrow. Neither said much more since you pulled him by the arm to the group that surrounded you.

Changing his demeanor when reaching the area, Jaehyun smiled shyly, bowing to greet them. “I’d like you all to meet my boyfriend before the night ends.” You smiled proudly, looking around as some complimented his looks and politeness.

Though that’s what you looked at, Jaehyun followed the gaze of a few women looking between him and Jungkook, noticing the scowl on Jungkook. Interesting, huh?

“Where were you hiding him?” Jimin’s cousin teased, she had just finished her first year of college so they had bothered her as well about her career and academic plans, hence why she’s stuck there. “Yeah, where were you?” You questioned him, toying with his fingers as you held his hand.

“I was just standing in the kitchen…” He confessed, feeling Jimin’s anxious stare on him. It was awkward, no one would deny that but nonetheless they would all try to elongate a conversation he tried so hard to keep in order to avoid being seen as a brat.

Chuckling at his response, the eldery questioned him too as if he was interested but once they stopped bombarding him and turned to the other cousins, Jaehyun leaned in to whisper in your ear that he wanted to leave now.

“What? Why? We haven’t been here long.” “Y/m/n come on… it’s getting late.”

You furrowed your eyebrows turning to face him, trying to decipher why he was acting this way. So was Jungkook, ever since he popped into the frame, he couldn’t peel his eyes from every movement Jaehyun made.

He was less subtle, maybe that’s why all his attempts always failed.

“What’s wrong, my boy?” The booming voice of an old man had made everyone’s attention shift from the conversation to you two, just as he had followed Jungkook’s focal point, noticing how intently he stared at the both of you.

Jaehyun looked around noticing he was talking to him; the man even made Jungkook break his attention from the both of you to see who he was addressing. It took Jaehyun a while to process it, “Oh… It’s just getting late and I have work tomorrow.” The man whined at how soft Jaehyun’s voice sounded. “It’s so early, come on just a few minutes.”

He smiled politely as he pulled you closer to him. “I would love to stay, believe me. I’m having a great time but it’s dark and I have an early shift tomorrow, I’m so sorry.” He answered as truthfully as he could.

It was true, he did work tomorrow but not as early. It didn’t matter because the man shifted the conversation to what he worked at. Having Yuno tell him about his now paid internship. He was lucky he was pretty, privileged enough to make people still like him even if he wasn’t trying (just like now).

Yawning intentionally mid conversation, Jaehyun apologized for it before he looked at the time, asking you to leave again. Whining at his request, “Come on, just a bit longer…” He smiled, caressing your cheek before speaking. “Baby, you know I can barely see in the dark.” That was enough for Jungkook, rolling his eyes before taking a last sip of his drink.

Having enough of his attitude, you nodded. Bidding your goodbyes to everyone and apologizing for an early leave (both you and Yuno), youd both waited until getting into the car and out of the drive way to discuss what the actual fuck was going on.

Well you did, he spent a few minutes giving you the silent treatment as he tried to form a dialogue in his head.

“Are you going to fucking tell me already?” The desperation in your voice made him finally start. He didn’t turn to look at you, he just drove as he spoke. “A little birdie told me you were Jungkook’s girlfriend.”

Turning your upper body towards him, your eyebrows furrowed again, in disbelief of his words. “What?” “Yeah, she was so sure you were his girlfriend, almost laughed in my face when I said I was.” He was lying, he had to add some spark and he knew Jimin’s mom wouldn't remember the conversation at all. Also Jimin wasn’t there when both of them met so who’s going to check him?

“But you know that’s not true, I’m your girlfriend.”

“Apparently not to all those people that first saw Kookie with his arm around you before I came in.”

Baffled at how he was acting, you tried to form words, completely distraught in how to say what you're feeling. “The first thing I did was introduce you as my boyfriend, Yuno… I don’t want anyone else but you.”

He hummed in response, not continuing despite how that little hum was creating the same distress he felt. “What do you mean, hm? Why are you acting this way?!”

“Because it's always the same thing. Whenever I meet your friends they always have to bring up Jungkook and how close you two are or how they thought both of you had something. It literally makes me feel like a replacement.”

“But they know I only love you! I only treat him like a brother, it’s so obvious.”

“Apparently not if they all think the same thing!” “Yuno!” “What?”

His stoic expression as he answered, turning to look at you briefly before looking back at the road. “Don’t you think it’s weird at this point? Everyone thinks you and Jungkook are or were something. It’s fucking weird espeically by how he treats me.”

“He treats you like that because you play along and like to irk him…” Yuno laughed, shaking his head in response. “So now I'm in the wrong for being wary of a guy that glares at me every time we’re together or whenever I touch you, my girlfriend.”

“I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Then how? Tell me how I should interpret the scene today where he walked into your apartment unannounced after we had sex and refused to continue talking to me and asked for you instead, huh? Or how he felt entitled enough to snatched your phone away simply because you were chatting with me. Because I promise you, if it was me with a girl-friend like that, you would’ve lost your shit earlier than this. Fuck, even those people kept looking between me and him because of how much he kept glaring, he’s not that shy with his feelings, y/m/n!”

You weren’t lost for words but rather annoyed, you couldn’t really tell why despite knowing he was in the right. “Do you not fucking trust me? I’ve done everything and I will do anything to make everyone know you’re mine and only you.”

“I trust you but not him. I’m tired of him walking in like he owns your place. I’m tired of him treating me like I’m trying to harm you or something, he’s always on the fucking fence when I touch you. I’m your boyfriend for fucks sake!”

“Why do you care about him? You wouldn’t care about him if you didn’t doubt the lengths I’d go for you.” He chuckled again, ears red, and knuckles whitening on the steering wheel as he came to a stop light. “What the fuck are you laughing at? You know what, let me get the fuck off.” Unbuckling your seatbelt much to his confusion, you opened the door, stepping out even if he tried to pull you back in.

Annoyed at your actions, Jaehyun waited for the lights to turn green as he yelled for you to get back in. You weren’t prioritizing Jungkook but just like him you wanted to create conflict out of nothing, you knew he was right even if you tried to mask that knowledge for the longest and tried to keep your rose colored glasses on when it came to your friend but his actions were slowly cracking them.

You felt more overwhelmed than angry, along the rush of making him angry. When would he understand, he was priority over anything and anyone?

With the lights turning green and the red hand turning into a white walking man, you bolted from that corner to the next as he drove by your side, yelling at you to get back in, even if the honking was annoying you both.

“Just get back in the fucking car!” “Fuck off.” “Y/n i swear to god, just get in the fucking car. You don’t even know what street we fucking are in.”

He was right but it didn’t matter. With a few more screams from both of you and realizing you did look stupid you seemed trying to form your initial argument just because Jaehyun’s stubbornness to accept how much you love him and all you would do for him, had bothered you.

It wasn’t about Jungkook, it was about him bringing an imaginary ‘bitch’ into the conversation even if he was right. In fact you would’ve lost your shit much earlier. It was also over how you keep repeating that he wouldn’t drill it in his head that you’d do anything for him so Jungkook feeling like a threat to him was absurd.

Those screams had lured someone in, a stranger per se but your distress had made him think a creep was following you around so as he approached you and the slow moving car, the man in the dad hat finally spoke. “Do you need any help? Is he bothering you?”

“No he—” “I’m her fucking boyfriend, can you fuck off?!” That was interesting to see from him. Even when inconvenienced, Yuno remained respectful and poised, this was new.

“Shut the hell up, I asked her.” Jaehyun was past annoyed at this point, his entire skin was glowing in crimson as you'd walk and he drove. “Y/m/n get in the fucking car, already.” Spoken between teeth, Yuno turned to you and then to the stranger that kept following you both trying to make sure of your safety.

Glancing between the two, the man spoke again. “Are you sure you're okay, I can call a patr—” “Dude, he’s my boyfriend we’re just arguing, can you fuck off?!” He even got you, ha.

Throwing his arms up in defeat, arguing about doing a good deed just to curse the both of you out before walking away, you turned back to make sure he was gone before you went back inside the car.

“See, your little game got a weirdo involved now.” Yuno complained to which you rolled your eyes as he drove home. Leaving both of you in silence for the remainder of the drive back to your apartment.

Upon arriving and parking in front of the building, Jaehyun locked the doors again after turning the car off, making you turn to him. Just as you did, the grip of his warm fingers against your jaw and cheeks as they squished your cheeks forward just like earlier.

“Don’t ever pull that shit on me again.” Something about the way he spoke through gritted teeth made you feel butterflies in your stomach. His hand leaving your face alone. With your right hand, you pulled his face forward, close enough to yours, smiling at him before connecting your lips.

It was a heated and angry kiss, his tongue not wasting any time to get inside your mouth. It was a wet and rage filled kiss, passionate enough to make you both pull away for air rather fast. Laughing at him, you smiled again.

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

SEPTEMBER 2007

Spiraling at best. That’s all it was coming down to.

After the party, Yuno didn’t stay the night much to your distress. His absence was causing so much tension between you both. Of course it was out of his hands, The entirety of July he had spent on campus given the school had offered him a position to be a mentor for those going to orientation, it didn’t help that the orientation lasted an entire work week per batch and six hours a day, he also had to full fill his TA duties and go over the new lesson plan the professor he assisted, had assigned him.

Thankfully his internship had finally offered to pay him and it was much better than what he gained at his job, so with that he dropped it, leaving him with a now heavier internship shift and lesson plans the professor barely worked on and rather left for Jaehyun to mend himself. That was only July.

There came August and your presence in his life was minimum. Deep down he knew you were doing it on purpose. He knew you were angry that he barely got to be with you in July and now that August came around, you did everything in your power to reciprocate the neglect. It didn’t help that Jungkook’s birthday was coming up and you used it as an excuse to be near him at all costs.

It was back to square one, as he juggled his underpaid TA work, internship, thesis research, and his own classes– Jaehyun would find the time in his day to find you and know what you were up to if you weren’t to spend time with him instead.

It was all going full circle. He couldn’t deny that he felt giddy and excited, he loved the adrenaline of being a step behind you and you never noticing he’d always be with you. He especially loved the fact that Jungkook would look close and personal at everyone and everything to figure out if he was following you or not.

Despite the exhilaration, he felt resentment the most. You had bathed Yuno in physical attention for the past five months and it was now being stripped away from him because of his jobs and studies. The one that ached the most was the fact that you stripped that attention away just to give it to Jungkook because of his stupid feelings and birthday.

A birthday he so reluctantly was dressing up to celebrate just because you were forcing him to go with you despite knowing both males had finally stopped trying to act nice around you. After Jimin’s mother opened her stupid big mouth, Jaehyun had lost the care of treating Jungkook nicely around you, justifying himself with reminding you that he was your boyfriend and it was weird that Jungkook ‘tried to get in between you two.’

As for Jungkook, he took Yuno’s anger as an opportunity to tease him and given Yuno didn’t care about you seeing him, then neither did he. Both men were just a few inconveniences away from exploding, the playful banter from april was nothing but full hatred between the two and it was so clear that now you tried your best to not have them in the same room but tonight was different and if it wasn’t, then they had to learn how to cope. At least for tonight.

“Promise me— promise you won’t try and get him angry. It’s his birthday, please…” His silence and eye roll said enough. “Please…” You pushed it, holding onto his shirt trying not to bundle the ironed fabric. “If you left me here, you wouldn’t have to ask this of me.” He mumbled, stepping away from your grasp and going to the bathroom, applying the moisturizer he forgot to put on earlier after his shower. “Yuno come on. You can’t do something for me for once?” At your words he turned to glare at you, obviously offended at your stupidly thought of words. He had stopped applying it just to answer you with all the seriousness in his voice and stoic face.

“I do everything for you.”

His overworking had taken a toll with how he treated you or anyone in general. He wasn’t as giddy as he was two months ago and despite him trying to be loving towards you, it came out cold, all thanks to Jimin’s alcoholic mother and her big lying mouth. Despite that you tried your best to understand him, all he needed was a good rest and to spend more time with you. Yeah that’s what he needed… You.

It was painfully obvious how dependent you had grown on him and not seeing him the majority of July and August was eating you alive, it felt like you were having withdrawals. Your bed was cold, your living room was quiet, the fridge was fairly empty, and the bedroom was overall uncomfortable and hard to be in— without him. Therefore any minute you were able to spend with him, it almost felt too clingy.

Not for him though, your constant daily message, chat spamming, and full call log, emails as well— it all reassured him and brought so much satisfaction to his soul. Any second with you, he adored how your body never left his, almost in a protective way he loved so much. It reminded him so much of when you two were still online and you’d grow desperate of waiting for him to get online that you’d do anything to reassure him that you were always there for him.

“Let’s go then.” Keys in hand, he followed behind, locking the doors to his shared apartment given you had gone straight to his place after work. He was exhausted and full of rage knowing he was going to see Jungkook’s face again after a long time. He was taking it all to heart; you hanging out with Jungkook when Jaehyun wasn’t around and the neglect you were intentionally making him go through despite his neglect towards you being unintentional.

From time to time he’d place his hand on your thigh, squeezing it a little on some red lights all the way to the frat house where Jungkook’s party was being hosted by some of his frat friends and friends the men shared.

Jaehyun looked around, the frat house having a long waiting line and the idea of having to be in it just for the insufferable cunt Jungkook was— he wasn’t going to hold off much longer. You were thankful the freshman guarding the door knew already to let both of you in with no problem (much to Jungkook’s dismay when it came to your boyfriend).

Turning to take Yuno’s hand in yours you could tell he was not in the best of moods, the entire week had been hectic and he hadn’t been looking forward to this night at all. He was only here for you and Seokmin who also begged nearly on his knees for Yuno to be there too.

It was packed, the amount of people was making you uncomfortable and you tried your best to not let go of his hand knowing that if you did, his demeanor would only get worse. You’d both spend a few minutes looking for your friend along his in order to feel familiar but this was one of his few parties in all his four years and he surely was not enjoying it.

Reaching the study room which was less packed with only a few people inside, you turned to look at him, hoping he could hear your words if you got closer to his ear. “Do you want to wait here while I look upstairs for Jungkook?”

He thought it was a pretty stupid question to be honest. Why in the world would he let you roam off in a crowded frat house alone? With the reputation frat houses have and seeing the female to male ratio with just the few steps you’d both taken— yeah no way in fucking hell he’s going to let you get out of his sight with these animals.

Yet he could never answer because all you did was kiss his cheek before sprinting out of the study room, making him have a moment of confusion and perplexity. You disappeared before his eyes and once he regained all consciousness and stability, Jaehyun let out a groan knowing this would be a game of hide and seek just to find you.

Opening the glass door and hearing the music become louder than it was inside the studio, Jaehyun looked to his sides. On his right, people making out without a care of anyone else, the first back door visible to him. On his left, the hallway leading to the main area where everyone was at.

Sighing to himself, Jaehyun took his left, pushing through dancing people full of sweat with the stench of wet dog and coins, moments like this he remembered why he never attended these parties. He hated seeing these dudes act like fools without a care knowing the college would let them get away with it. And despite his distaste for Jungkook he didn’t enjoy seeing other people treat him like a zoo animal, the way most of his frat brothers did.

Iif anything Jaehyun was the only one to aggravate the doe eyed boy, not stupid small town dumb boys from the middle of nowhere whom are not used to seeing other people besides themselves.

Pushing through and through, the sound of ‘tu principe’ and ‘yo voy’  blaring in his ears. If anything he didn’t detest the music, he was glad one of your friend’s had brought their own mix and DJ’ed instead of what was originally to be played; he’d very much be dancing with you was it not that you left his side to go look for the birthday boy.

He could see you, making your way up the stairs and just like him pushing through people even if some stupid wet rag of boy tried stopping you— you’d always push them away or Jungkook’s frat brothers told them to fuck off knowing well to keep an eye out for you.

If one thing he liked and hated about Jungkook, it’s that he’ll always make sure you’re safe, even if it means from your own boyfriend.

A smile plastered on his face, the strobe lights shining across it to where he faced you, taking a step forward he opted to follow behind you. He didn’t count on the harsh tug at his wrist and an audible grunt leaving his lips.

Upon regaining his composure, Yuno turned to the person who pulled at him. A deep purple his hair was, a new lip ring around his swollen lips showing he had some fun before disrupting Jaehyun. “You can’t leave her alone for a few minutes? Come on have some fun, it’s my birthday!” Jungkook was starting to feel tipsy— conscious but alcohol was leading his actions.

“I’m not going to leave her alone in a frat house—” “I have eyes everywhere, don’t worry much. Here, have a drink, take advantage that I’m in a good mood and don’t want you gone for a few minutes.” Jungkook laughed, having Yugyeom hand Jaehyun a red solo cup full of beer from a keg they hid especially for themselves.

Looking at Jungkook as he took a sip, Jaehyun couldn’t help but wonder what he had going on for this new found tranquility despite the past two months being the most intense after he started dating you.

“Relax, just like old times!” Seokmin interrupted the skeptical thoughts, smiling and patting Jaehyun’s back, pulling him closer to the group in which all shared the same birth year. He couldn’t help feeling like something was off but it surely wasn’t because of Jungkook for once.

After a few more drinks it was like old times, Jaehyun had eased up for a bit and he knew he needed this night more than anything. He had been so stressed for so long that having a few drinks with people he considered close acquaintances besides Yugyeom and Seokmin who were his close friends within the group.

“She’s taking a while now… I should go look for her.” Jaehyun broke out, biting down on a lime wedge after downing a shot of Tequila with Dongmin. “Dude let her be, you’re glued to her daily. Come on, take another one!” Minghao exclaimed through laughter, handing the brunette boy another red solo shot cup. Jaehyun chuckled as he shook his head, throwing his head back as his lips wrapped around the rim.

Jungkook looked at him closely, he watched how different he was when you weren’t around, when he was alone and able to relax. As if the only thing that made both of them hate each other was you because looking deep into it— Jaehyun and him had no problem until you came into the picture.

He was right, you had taken a while since he had stopped Jaehyun to get drinks with their friends, in fact very long and he himself had started to worry as well but he knew you could take care of yourself. You knew the house like the back of your hand and if you needed anything you knew where to look in case you were in danger.

Nevertheless those worries left their minds the moment your arms wrapped around Jaehyun’s waist pulling him away slightly from the group of guys who were near drunk. It startled the boy momentarily, he thought it was just a random girl he’d have to tell to fuck off but the moment he went to push away your hands, he relaxed knowing well who those belonged to— he truly knew your anatomy very well.

“I found him before you did.” He’d boast pointing to Jungkook who smiled at you, raising the solo cup in his hand as a welcoming in. “A text could’ve made me avoid all the walking.” You pout, holding him tighter than before.

Asking if you’d like a drink, you thanked them, denying their offering knowing well you’d have to drive now that he was reaching to where his friends were at. “You’re getting fairly well. What happened? Finally pushed it all away?” You kissed near his earlobe, still holding his waist, standing behind him.

Jaehyun chuckled, pushing back into you to feel your lips on him more. That tipsy tingling on his skin and brain spinning. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jaehyun defended holding you closer as you kept kissing on his jaw and neck.

Jungkook looked at the both of you, he tried reading what you were saying to him and in the moment in which he stared for too long, your eyes met. His dazed vision focuses on your persistent one. He watched you hold tighter onto Jaehyun, the way your lips ran across his skin, and how slowly you’d both swayed your hips to the rhythm of the music as your eyes never left his— in that instance he was reminded of when Yuno had allowed him to hear your pretty moans.

How Yuno had left the phone call going so your friend could hear you whine and beg for Jaehyun’s touch. All that seeping anger that had disappeared not long ago was back and remembered his distaste towards the Aquarius boy.

Nothing went unnoticed by your boyfriend. Looking through hooded eyelids as you worked him up with your lips; he felt and saw the way Jungkook’s vision was fixated on the both of you, how his eyes bore into yours. Just like that, Jaehyun felt the disgust come back to him.

“I’m going to go get a soda or something, wait for me here.” You spoke against his ear before disappearing in the crowd again. By now half of the guys had gone and danced, Dongmin and Minghao sat bickering about their thesis research that due to their own notes— both were being proved wrong.

Jaehyun had nodded your way before taking a seat next to Jungkook in the booth the frat brothers had stolen a while ago. Jungkook’s eyes follow the boy next to him, shaking his head with a smirk plastered on his lips, taking a sip of his cup of beer.

“Now, what’s so funny?” Jaehyun questioned, turning to the boy, his recent indifference was gone. “Nothing, just— you truly can never be apart, huh? Almost like a leach.” Jungkook answered, downing the remaining of his drink. “Ah, here you go with the same old shit. Give it up, we're finally having a good time.” Jaehyun retorts, pouring more of the alcohol into his own cup.

Jungkook laughed at his words, throwing his head back before setting down his cup. “You can drop the act, the guys aren’t paying us no mind.” Jaehyun rolled his eyes, setting his own cup down.

“You weren’t such a pain in the ass until she came by. I saw you, Kookie. I saw how you look at her… Don’t fuck with me and keep that shit inside your brain.” His voice was back to the menacing tone it often had when speaking to the purple haired boy in front of him.

Jungkook drank more, denying what Jaehyun was insinuating. “Me? You shouldn’t fuck with me. With one little USB she can see all the things you’ve done. Following her everywhere, all those pictures you have of her before you guys officially met…” Jaehyun’s face dropped, he knew well what Jungkook meant and what it could lead to.

“Not so brave now? No, why not wait until she comes back? I can show her the pictures of you behind her, following her around.” Jungkook took his phone out, the clicking sounds becoming so painfully loud despite the music pounding inside his head.

His phone not far from Yuno’s face, Jungkook clicked left and right, showing him a few of the pictures. All of Yuno being not so far from you, all without you noticing him. His jaw clenched, he felt his breathing slow, and his chest was angrily collapsing. Even so he was not going to confess to shit.

“You won’t say anything, you little bitch.” Jungkook’s eyebrows became knitted in anger. Despite all the proof, Jaehyun continued to deny it all. He could sense it, the anger seeping through his pores, Yuno smirked again.

“You always try and nothing ever happens, she always turns you down. Why the fuck would you think it’ll work this time?”

With no response, he continued.

“You’re really funny sometimes. You’re funny to think you can get between us, You’re a freak, Kookie. You stay on the line and hear us fuck, you know exactly when to interrupt us when I’m balls deep in her, and just now you couldn’t keep your prying eyes away from us with the most minimum of contact. Are you some sexual deviant or something? It wouldn’t surprise me if you have a camera in her place like a sick man.” Jaehyun laughed, grabbing his cup again, pouring more alcoholic liquid before drinking from it.

This time Jungkook felt the boiling rage in his chest, it was clawing at him like it had been doing so for the past months. “You’re so full of shit, God damn.” Jungkook answered, his hands balling into fists. Jaehyun noticed the action, rolling his eyes knowing that after those April happenings, the punches were nothing but a pass to eternal attention and coddling from you.

“What happened to us? We used to be friends. Or what? Are you jealous that she and I have known each other for the same amount as you and she trusts me more? If you’re fighting for the best friend role you should take that up with Kata or Margo, not with me.” Pouting, Jaehyun immediately smirks at Jungkook before laughing at his reaction.

Jungkook looked at how relaxed he was, almost like he truly didn’t care about the effect he was leaving on the other boy. “You’re only talking because you can, otherwise you’d shut the fuck up.”

“Or what?” Cocking an eyebrow, he turned to the other boy. “You’ll tell her? I don’t care. She’ll go back to telling you you’re insane and concerned that you’re so worried about me. Come on, worry about yourself for once, consider who your real best friend is because it surely is not her. She hasn’t known you long enough to dictate that.”

“But she’s known you long enough to put her trust on you?”

Jaehyun nodded with a sweet smile, finishing the last drops inside the cup before pushing it aside. “You truly fucking irk me. Everything has to be about you, doesn’t it?” Jungkook asked, pushing a bit at the boy’s shoulder.

“You make it all about me. Do you really care for her wellbeing? Do you care about me? Or do you care that I’m taking the one person you actually feel close to and is slowly losing every single drop of trust in you because you don’t know how to do your craft well? She doesn’t care about you, if she did she would’ve listened so much earlier about your warnings yet she’s still with me. Maybe you should drop it because that’s exactly what she'll do to you if you keep pushing it. If one thing she’s clear about— it’s me being her priority.”

Jungkook felt the rush of alcohol pump through his veins, the heated fury in his body lurching towards the brunette that sat next to him, fists taking a hold of his once ironed shirt and throwing the both of them to the dirty floor.

With such actions, Minghao and Dongmin sat in shock, not counting for this to happen when the two were having a good time not so long ago.

“You fucking, bastard.” There went a punch. “You always think you’re so fucking right, that you’re always going to have leverage.” There went another punch. “But you’re a fucking idiot! You follow her around like a lost puppy, don’t you think you bore her sometimes? Maybe that’s why she’s disappeared from you this entire night!” Jungkook tried going for a third punch but this time the rage raised within Jaehyun, pushing the other guy to his own back and returning the first two punches.

“She was so happy these two months without you. She could fucking breathe without you hogging and bothering her, you’re a fucking pest, Yuno!” Jaehyun’s own fist came down on his face again, just like those of the angry men did to his a while ago.

Jungkook, took everything in his power to roll over and bring Jaehyun to where he first was. “Don’t fucking call me Yuno.” He said it with such calmness, one that despite being in power at the moment— scared Jungkook shit-less.

It hadn’t been long since you left them both and just to come back to see people surrounding the area had piqued your interest, it wasn’t until you noticed the two being the clowns of the show; that panic rose in you, placing down the soda you had gone to get on the table where their drinks rested.

“Are you fucking serious? You idiots aren’t going to stop this?!” You exasperatedly yelled at Dongmin and Minghao, still sat in shock that it had finally happened. “Move!” You screamed at them again in anger, watching them scram out of the booth to go and break apart the fight happening in front of you all.

You couldn’t say much and you didn’t. You didn’t know where to start to be honest. You just watched as Jaehyun and Jungkook tried to punch each other again despite Minghao and Dongmin struggling to keep them apart. It wasn’t until Jungkook yelled at Jaehyun calling him a creep once more, that you finally snapped.

“I’ve fucking had enough of this, Jungkook! It’s the same bullshit and you still don’t show any concrete evidence. What is wrong with you?! Why can’t you be happy for me?!” You glared at him, chest rising in anger as you walked towards Jaehyun, pouting at his busted lip and cheek beginning to swell.

Jungkook gasps, looking around in disbelief of what you’re saying. “Are you— I do have proof. Plenty of it!” He exclaimed, reaching for something in his pocket to which Jaehyun believed it was his phone. To be honest if he was to show the picture on his phone, Jaehyun wouldn’t bother, he had met with you those days, Jungkook was just not that good at handling his timeline and proof well.

“Here.” He began, pulling one of those small digital cameras out of his pocket. For once, actual fright washed through Jaehyun’s body. He felt his blood thicken and body become cold, a chill he couldn’t abandon.

You took the device within your hands, huffing in annoyance as you pressed buttons he guided you through. You couldn’t say you weren’t scared that he would be right and that your sweet boy was nothing but a creep who followed you around everywhere you went.

Your eyes flickered in between the images in the camera and Jaehyun who stood stoically, held by Dongmin who tried his best to hold him back from even thinking about attacking Jungkook again.

A smirk of triumph rested on Jungkook’s lips. He felt victorious seeing the horror run across your face and the look of disgust you threw at Jaehyun. With the way Jungkook was reacting, Yuno was feeling defeated, his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach.

“What the fuck?...” You softly said, Yuno beginning to feel himself heave at the image in front of him. “I told you, didn’t I?” Jungkook questioned, a smile on his face that soon faded when you expeditiously shook your head with a look of disgust on your own.

“No, what the fuck is wrong with you?! He wasn’t following me. All of these are from meetups we both had. Some of these places I haven’t even been to, it’s just him. Jungkook, are you insane?!” You exclaimed, throwing the camera at him in displeasure.

Yet you saw it clearly, the yellow dates in the bottom left corner as you clicked through. Multiple pictures of Jaehyun, he wasn’t even aware that he was being followed, his back to almost every picture and only a few of him smiling as he was ever so clueless to what was happening.

But it wasn’t your sweet boy being the creep. It was your close and trusted friend.

Someone you trusted so much yet here he was going to lengths of stalking to taint the perception you have of your boyfriend just for something none of you could figure out.

You walked towards Jaehyun, taking his face into your hands, just looking at the damage Jungkook had caused. “Are you fucking kidding? Stop lying, I saw everything, y/n. Come on, stop this…” He pleaded despite you moving further away from him.

“You’re everything you claim he is. You’re the one being weird and following people around. Fucking grow a pair and just leave him alone.” Taking Jaehyun’s hand in yours, you tugged at it, letting him know it was best you left but before you did; Jungkook groaned loudly, overwhelmed at your reaction and words.

He was shaking and felt all the emotions Jaehyun was supposed to feel. “Are you fucking stupid? You’re genuinely going to choose him despite everything I’ve shown you? Don’t you think it’s so coincidental that you two saw each other at the same place the day he added you? Open your fucking eyes, y/n! Stop being a stupid bitch for once!” It was all rooted in frustration and once he realized what he had said, Jungkook’s eyes grew in fear of himself.

“Y/n, I—” “Shut the fuck up. Maybe it’s time you open yours.”

His breath hitched in the back of his throat, a lump he couldn’t swallow. And the darkness he saw when you kissed Jaehyun’s neck was back in your eyes as you glared at him.

All he could do was sit down in the booth and take his cup, filling it up again. Dread and disgust was settling in his chest. He had nothing but anger in his soul now and all because you were too enthralled in the sorcery of Jaehyun's actions and looks.

Jaehyun never knew which pictures those were but he was glad Jungkook was stupid enough to follow him to planned gatherings and further ruining his own credibility.

The car ride back home was nothing more than exactly the same way it was when you went to the party: Silent. He couldn’t say anything in fear that you’d lash out on him too and he couldn’t have that right now. Despite knowing Jungkook messed up once again, the air was still suffocating and tense, not working in his favor.

You drove back home, his fingers playing with your free hand given that’s as much as he could do. The fluorescent colors of the traffic lights shining on you both whilst you passed by. He still felt that dread from earlier, the one he felt when Jungkook pulled him to drink with their friends. He tried to figure out why he was feeling this way.

But there wasn’t enough time to think about that. You squeezed his hand to let him know it was time to go inside and as you pushed through the gate-door and walked up the stairs to your apartment; Jaehyun tried relaxing himself as much as he could.

It felt too strange. You were still giving him physical touch but you were more quiet and distant when it came to vocal responses. It’s almost like you were trying to hide your voice from him and skepticism was laced all over you.

“Y/m/n… I wasn’t stalking you—” He tried breaking in. Leaning by the empty incense tray, “Can you get me the pack of rose incense in my desk drawer, please.” You interrupted paying him no mind as he simply hummed in agreement, head lowered like a wounded puppy.

He felt weak to be honest, he felt like the power he had had been stripped away from him the moment Jungkook spoke all he did.

Opening the door to your room, he flipped the switch on for lighting. That dread he felt earlier— it was this. He finally found the spot in which would cause his downfall and through exasperated steps and confusion on where to start in tearing down the copious amounts of incrimination, Jaehyun felt his blood flush full the moment your figure stood next to him in sheer horror.

It was all his doing, he could tell and recognize from the images Jungkook showed him through his phone. Yet it was no time to focus on anger but his biggest fear as your response.

“y/n… please— I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just—“

Your voice trembled, breath shaky as you scan the room with wide shocked eyes at the plastered images of him all around. “Yuno, what the fuck?!” Distress and disgust painted your face, it was his own feelings mirroring onto you. He could feel the stress of it all build up inside of him, tears trying to force themselves out.

Extending his arms to reach you and embrace you but you backed away as he threw himself down on his knees pleading for forgiveness. “I’m sorry, I just love you so much. I’m s—“ He tried to apologize as you looked at all the pictures of him trailing behind you. Some instances where only you and your parents would meet without him.

He was right. Jungkook was right all along.

“You’re what? you’re sorry?” His head fell to the floor forcing tears out so you’d at least feel sympathy. He was losing you, he could hear it in your voice. The same tone you gave Jungkook a few minutes ago. Yet he was not going to let you get rid of him as easily as you did Jungkook. If he was to do anything to keep you with him— He will.

“Yeah! I am! I’m sorry…” it came out in whimpers, his sobs reaching your ears. Your hand reached down to pat his shaking head as he held onto your legs asking for forgiveness.

“You’re sorry, you’re—“ a smirk forming on your lips. “Yeah, yeah… I don’t care, come on, get up.” He didn’t raise his head but his eyes opened wide in shock and his cries stopped, a mute gasp replacing it.

“You’re a good liar, I’ll give you that but it takes one to know one.” Your fingers tugged at his hair, making him look up at you. His eyes were still wide in disbelief yet still adoring the smirk plastered on your lips.

He didn’t speak, he couldn’t form words to be exact. Your lips formed into a slanted pout, waiting for him to speak up. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s not fair that you and Kookie get all the fun.” Jaehyun’s body began to slightly shake.

You weren’t his sweet girl from all these months. His sweet naive girl that listened and believed everything he said. It’s not that he didn’t like this side of you but it would take him a bit to process how ahead of him you truly were.

“But you told Jungkook that—”

“That you weren’t doing all this? Yeah well, I don’t like how worked up you get because of him.” You shrugged, crouching down to be eye level with him. “By the way you should ignore everything he said. I wanted to die without you around. So much emptiness was making me go insane, I almost turned into you.” You giggled, leaning forward to peck his agape lips.

Surely it worked, then.

“Come on, why are you acting so shocked? I learnt from you. Don’t play victim just because you can’t process that I’m not that girl you thought you were manipulating all along.” Your voice was different than usual. It was a bit deeper, the tone he heard only when you truly were angry.

Yeah he was speechless, even when you leaned further to kiss upon his cheeks and neck. “Y/n, please…” At his words you pulled away, your hands cradling his face. “Don’t call me that! I don’t like when you call me that, I like it when you call me y/m/n.” You whined, obvious stress on your facial expressions.

You truly did learn so much from him…

“Baby…” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him back with you on the floor, his body hovering over yours. “Y/m/n why didn’t you just tell me. We could’ve avoided so much.” He spoke in between kisses that you gave just to shut him up.

Grunting, you looked at him. “You were committed to your role of an insane stalker boyfriend, I wanted to help you. Plus you deserved these.” Your knuckle coming in contact with his bruised cheekbone, making him wince at the contact.

His hand took a hold of your hip, the other one next to your head. “What about Jungkook? He’s your best friend, y/m/n…” You couldn’t handle this, it’s like your personalities had swapped and now he was the one in danger.

“Are you fucking serious right now? Have I not made it clear that I’d do anything for you? When are you going to get it through your head that if I was to choose between you and anything or anybody— You’ll always be the answer.”

That’s what he needed to hear to snap out of it. You have said it so many times in the past but this time as he knew you were 100% being serious, Jaehyun relaxed onto your touch, leaning in to take your lips in his once again.

As he hovered over you, he positioned himself to be in between your legs. Knees pushing up your dress. He could understand why you were becoming so aroused. He could just imagine the look he had given you when he first learned you knew about his dirty little secret.

“My princess is so smart, this is why I love you so much.” He chuckled, a smirk on his face, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. “And what did you think you’d gain from this, baby?” He questioned, his right hand beginning to play with the warm flesh of your thigh.

Sighing in satisfaction, “For finding you out: maybe some head and for making Jungkook feel insane and leave you alone: A good hard fuck. Yeah, I want to feel you so deep in me, I think I deserve your cum in me for once, Yuno... I want to feel you angrily in me.” Jaehyun felt the blood in his cock flow quickly, the strain from his pants making him ache horribly.

Your hands cradled his face again, biting your lower lip as you watched the swarm of emotions in his face. “If this had gone further, you’d be the death of me…” You giggle at his words, pulling him towards you as you capture his lips in yours. His hand massaged the inside of your thigh, hand creeping up to tug at the elastic of your underwear.

Jaehyun could feel your arousal coat your panties, they were sopping despite him not doing much but getting his ass beat. Were you that sadistic that his pain brought arousal to you? “Did you enjoy it? Him punching me because of you?” His lips met your neck, tongue running across your skin and savoring your taste.

As he pulled your panties off, your hand reached to pat his strained cock. Rubbing at it softly to see how needy he was. “No, but I did like seeing your face afterwards. You look so pretty all roughed out, Yuno.” Nipping where his lip had been busted earlier, he squirms at the feeling; blood rushing out of it again.

To clean it off, he ran his tongue across his lower lip, only to have you lean up to take him in yet another kiss. His bloodied tongue coming in contact with yours as you kissed him, firmer than the last kiss you two shared.

“It reminded me of when I came back from my trip... You looked so so so pretty laying there. Your lip bloody like this, you had more scratches and bruises back then but you still look beautiful right now, angel. Perfect, actually.” He listened to every single one of your words so intently.

His fingers brushed against your sopping core, featherly touches as he softly rubbed your clit in slow circles. You bit your quivering lower lip, feeling every sensation.

“You think I look pretty?”

“Every single moment.”

Pulling your panties all the way off, Jaehyun leaned in to kiss you feverishly. His lips desperate and swollen around yours whilst his fingers intruded within you, pumping two of them in, slowly at first but at the sound of your whines, the pace increased.

Your lips never separated unless you’d both needed to breathe but as soon as that was taken care of, you’d both go back to the heated and passionate make out as he fingered you, his thumb rubbing at your clit. Taking advantage to scissor his fingers inside you and curl them when he wanted to feel your pretty moans against his lips; his tongue savoring you whenever you opened your mouth to let them out.

“You always sound so fucking pretty.” He praised, his lips kissing down your sternum now as his fingers kept pumping in you, slow to fast, slow to fast was his pace but with moderation, he knew your body like the back of his hand by now.

It was evident how starved from each other you both have been. With your feverish kisses, rough but well thought out movements, and the way your bodies rubbed against each other for the feel of continuous arousal— it was noticeable you weren’t going to last long if he kept fingering you the way he did.

With his other hand, Jaehyun softly pushed down on your lower stomach, the pressure making you feel even more near to your first orgasm after a few weeks. “Are you close, pretty girl?” He questioned, the squelching sound of his fingers pumping in you trying it’s best to overpower his voice.

With a hard nod, you bite your knuckle, muffling your whimpering groans and curses. He only chuckled, watching you whither at the sensation, your juices flowing down his hand to his wrists, pooling on the carpet.

Pushing his fingers deeper, Jaehyun curled them. Your free hand clung to his bicep, nails softly digging through the fabric. Once he felt your legs begin to tremble, his motion stilled; a loud groan of dissatisfaction erupting from your throat.

“The fuck?” You breathly questioned, eyes fixated on his cocky ones. “Didn’t you want head?” Licking his fingers and wiping off the remaining fluids on his shirt, Jaehyun pulled back, making himself comfortable on his back next to you. “Come on then, ride my face.” He flashed you his toothy smile, pearly canines glimmering in pure bliss.

Giggling at his approach; you turn to your side, planting your lips softly on his before raising to your knees. Swinging one leg over his chest, you moved further up to where your cunt was above his face.

Yuno couldn’t help but let a wide smirk of satisfaction grow on his face, your arousal glistening above him, threatening to dribble down your thighs. Once set, he took a harsh grasp on your thighs, bringing you closer to his face.

His tongue slithered out of his mouth, running soft licks in between your folds, the substance of your arousal stringing to the soft muscle as he kept going. His lips surrounding your clit to softly suction the bundle of nerves.

Your mewls echoed within the room, vibration strong enough to make him shudder, his cock hardening with just your taste and sound. He kept his soft licks going only for his tongue to shortly tease your clenching hole.

Yuno moaned against you, your legs shuddering around his head. You felt the vibration of his chuckle, a string of moans erupting from your lips in pure bliss of what he was doing to you. “Yuno, baby…” You whined, fingers grasping his hair pulling quite harshly.

“You left me alone for so long, I can’t last any longer.” He felt nothing but satisfaction, humming against your clit as his lips wrapped around it softly. His grip on your thighs easing when he felt you softly rock your hips against his face.

“Fuck yourself agaisnt my face if you’re that desperate.” Between kisses to your inner thigh, he let out, making you moan at the tone in his voice. Your hips picked up the pace, his lips getting coated with your upcoming orgasm and his fingers clung to your thighs, raking his finger nails from time to time.

Leaning back a bit, your hands began to roam his own body. You could feel how hard he was from the moment your hand graced his aching cock, a choked out moan against your folds when you touched him.

You couldn’t leave him aching for that long though. Picking up the pace of your hips, Jaehyun taking your clit in between his plump lips, you felt yourself so near. His tongue lapping through your folds, the feather-like touch making you shudder everytime the muscle came in contact with the sensitivity of your clit.

“Please, Yuno, please!” You whined, holding to his hair for dear life. His tongue flicked rather rapidly against your clit, the pressure he added made you dizzy at how he was making you feel.

The knot in your stomach was unravelling by the movement of his tongue against you and he could feel it. He felt the stickiness of your oragasm slowly ooze onto his tongue, the tanginess made him moan. He loved your taste, it was so addicting and sweet as well.

It finally became loose with the feeling of a hard sting against your flesh. He had caught you off guard the moment his hand came in contact with your thighs, red from his fingernails and now red from the impact of his large heavy hands.

Your body shuddered in pleasure, your orgasm being collected onto his mouth and chin, a loud moans erupting from you. You could’ve sworn there were tears prickling from your eyes from how much you missed being touched by him.

Jaehyun caressed the spots he had abused, softly rubbing at the skin whilst you tried to calm yourself down from the overdue orgasm. By the time you actually got off of him, your knees ached terribly, red and dented from the carpet.

Putting his entire weight on his hands, arms propped up behind him. He looked beautiful, his swollen busted lip with the glistening of your orgasm that he still hasn’t wiped away. Smiling up at you as he caught you staring.

“What?”

“…”

His smile widened, swiping his tongue across his lower lip.

“Fuck my face.”

A little stunned at your forwardness, Yuno sat up again, running his hands over his thighs trying his hardest to avoid his bulge.

Pushing his body upwards and getting up on his feet, moving closer to you. His hands took yours into his, swinging them softly. Dropping to your knees in front of him, you yanked your hands off of his, bringing them to the hem of your dress and pulling it off of you.

Jaehyun smirked at your actions, teeth tightly biting onto his lower one, even if he graced the stinging scrape. Your fingers worked on the buckle of his belt and the button of his trousers, pulling everything down.

The cool air from the room hitting his warm skin, goosebumps threatening to pop up. He only hissed when he felt your cold touch on his cock, holding it limply before letting a glob of spit dribble onto his swollen tip.

Your hand lathered it all around his shaft, pumping your fist against him. Jaehyun threw his head back, groaning softly at the friction.

After a few more pumps, he pushed your hand away, taking his shaft into his own and your hair into a ponytail with his other one. Holding your head firmly before him.

“Open wide.” He commanded, your lips agape, he leaned down a glob of his own spit dribbling from his tongue onto yours. Holding it there, Jaehyun pushed his hips forward, his hardened cock entering your mouth, the slickness of his spit on your tongue allowing him to go smoothly.

Jaehyun groaned at the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him. He truly missed how the wet warm cavern felt around his most sensitive area, how your tongue tried its best to swirl around him even if your mouth was at his full control.

“Tap my thighs if you need to breathe.” Humming around him as a response, Yuno moaned, his hips jutting forward, the first sound of you gagging making his blood rush through his body.

Stilling momentarily, he continued. Hips thrusting into your mouth with only the sound of your gagging and squelching of saliva gathering around. Jaehyun loved this, he had only done it a few times but every time you allowed him to take full control and fuck your face— he always felt his oragasm come faster than usual.

His thrusts were fast and hard, the tip sometimes coming in contact with the back of your throat, leaving an itching feeling to linger until the next time he’d hit the same spot. His grip on your hair got tighter and more harsh whenever he pulled your head back before stuffing your mouth with him again.

Despite you not tapping his thighs, he still wanted to give you periods of relaxation just to not overwhelm you. Admiring the way strings of precum and saliva clung to your agape lips and his cock as you tried to gather all the air in the world before he went back to abusing your mouth.

Jaehyun loved the sight before him, he loved how puffed your cheeks were, how swollen your lips had become, the tears running down your face— black from eyeliner and mascara, and the way the mixture of his precum and your spit gathered at the sides of your mouth whenever he would pull in and out of you.

“You okay?” He questioned, nodding at him whilst you gathered the fluids connecting you both to rub against him. Seeing you get closer to him, Yuno went back in, stuffing you fully, his hands now gripping the sides of your head, using them to pull you in closer.

Most of the time it was easy to tell when he was close by the way his legs shook and how wide his mouth got while his eyes screwed shut. You really wished to see how he looked right now but by the feel of his legs, it was only mere moments until he spilled, him being as starved as you.

His thrusts weren’t as fast now, they were long and languid. Every time he thrusted deep into your mouth, he would hold you still. Playing with how much you could handle without breath before he pulled back out, your gagging and soft choking noises letting him when it was enough.

You enjoyed it, truly. You liked to know he was trying this out and enjoying it with you. You could feel him slowly spilling down your throat every time he held you on his cock, only to try and restrain himself when he pulled back.

It wasn’t until he felt quite a load come out of him that he fully pulled out of you, your gasp for breath along a soft cough making him lean down a bit before taking your arm onto his hand and helping you up to your feet.

“I need to be in you already, get on the bed.”

At his words, you felt the heat in between your legs arise, rubbing your hand between them as you laid on your stomach, lifting your hips a bit until he was ready to hop on the bed.

The cool air of the room gracing your wet aching cunt, waiting for his touch and to feel full from him. Jaehyun was catching his breath, rubbing at his thighs and ignoring you momentarily to relax just so he wouldn’t cum by the moment he penetrated you.

Seeming to work, he turned to where you laid on bed, ass up for him, and your head resting on your crossed forearms. He could only look at you with adoration, glad that despite all he’s done, you weren’t going to leave him.

Feeling his weight make the bed dip down, you lifted your hips up furthermore for him. “You’re leaking, pretty girl.” He cooed, his finger running softly up and down between your folds, lifting his hips to align his cock with your hole.

“I need you so bad, I want you fully in me.” You moaned, biting softly on your arm, feeling the pressure of him pushing in. “Are you sure you want me to cum in you? You’re not on birth control.” Stilling once he fully entered you, a moan leaving your lips.

“Nothing Plan B can’t fix.” You let out almost as a moan, the sting from him stretching you out even more with his swollen dick finally catching up to you. “Anything for my princess.”

Leaning over your body, pushing your head further down as his arm wraps around your throat and shoulders, Jaehyun began his slow thrusts, testing the waters to see what would work for both of you.

The warmth of your walls enveloping him as he began to move faster, his whole weight on top of you, making you feel both pleasure and out of breath given he was taller and heavier than you. Nothing you couldn’t handle, every thrust he gave made you feel heavenly with how he kept going deeper, searching for the spot he knew you loved so much.

“Fuck you feel so good, I missed your cunt.” He groaned against your ear, hot breath fanning the side of your face, his free hand kneading the skin of your ass. “You shouldn’t have neglected me for so long, I’ve been waiting so long for you, my fingers don’t do the trick anymore.”

He chuckled at your words, snapping his hips harshly, making you whimper and moan at the same time, feeling the ecstasy of him finally reaching what you liked. “It wasn’t on purpose, I would never willingly be far from you. Unlike you… spending an entire month with Kookie— You really know how to work my nerves.”

Reminding himself of your close friends or perhaps ex-friend considering how he’ll react knowing of your little scheme; Jaehyun felt his blood boil, hating him even more than now.

His thrusts were harsher, his grip on your shoulder tighter, creating red marks from how hard he was going now. “Aw, come on… It was his pre-birth month, I had to be a good friend. Plus it should serve you as a reminder to never leave me alone again.” Playfully biting the arm that was near your face, he groaned at the feeling of your teeth softly clinging to his flesh.

“Him before me?” He joked knowing it’d make your entire attitude change. “Don’t fuck with me.” Your voice was stern, pushing your hips further down his cock, wanting to feel him even more.

“I thought we were playing.” His lips nibbled on your ear, kissing it softly before he peppered your neck with wet open-mouthed kisses. “I love you so much.” You deadpan, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his lips on you and his cock pushing you further into an orgasm.

Jaehyun couldn’t deny that your words made him feel more aroused, it has to be a psychological effect that every time you tell him you love him, he’s near an orgasm.

“I love you more than anything, y/m/n.” He added, his hips snapping rapidly against you, feeling the bruising of his pelvic bone against your ass but it was all worth it for him and the pleasure he granted you.

His arm left your shoulder, holding onto your hip as his other hand moved in between your legs, coming in contact with your clit.

His movements were rushed, almost as if he wanted to make you cum already given how sensitive he was and ready to spill. “Yuno…” You moaned, the shock and pleasure of your bubbling orgasm pushing down.

“Close?” With a hum of confirmation, he kept thrusting in you, faster and harder, your moans coming out in screams with the addition of his fingers on your clit. Your legs were shaking and you felt him begin to spurt in you.

The feeling of his cum spilling in you was throwing you into another level of arousal, if you wanted to feel his load fully in you, you had to cum now. Relaxing your body and letting him take full control, with only a few more moves of his fingers and the tip of his cock rubbing your g-spot— your toes curled, a moan leaving your swollen lips.

“Fuck!” Your legs spazzed the harder he thrusted into the sensitivity of your core. He didn’t stop his thrusts even when they became sloppy and the overstimulation of your swollen g-spot was making you feel like crying from the painful pleasure of your orgasm.

The moment he felt your walls clench around his swollen cock, Jaehyun groaned loudly against your ear, trying his best to kiss your face through them. He tried to halt his movement but his hips had a mind of their own. He had to push himself off in order to stop his relentless torture upon you.

When you felt his warm weight off of you and instead the breeze course through your back, you turned your head towards him, seeing his chest red and heaving, trying to calm himself down after the orgasm he just had, his eyes fixated on your core.

“Like it?” You teased, shaking your bum slowly trying not to spill his fluid onto your comforter. “A lot… Let me get a pic, you okay with that?” He questioned, his hands rubbing softly at the flesh of your ass.

“Anything for you.” Throwing him a cheeky smile, Jaehyun grinned. Getting off the bed as carefully as he could, getting the camera from your desk drawer and turning it on for when he had reached you.

The stains of your and his cum on your thighs, his orgasm threatening to ooze out if you moved, the creamy white substance pooled to the brim in you. “Fuck this looks so hot. Do you want to see?” He questioned, angling the camera to where your ass was also seen and not just his cum. “Yeah.”

The flash went off at least twice; he had stuffed your hole with his fingers when he helped you get on your back, pushing his fluids in you so they wouldn’t spill in the moment.

Once situated on your back, he took them out, smirking to himself at how his fingers looked. Raising your hips slightly until he brought out a towel, a corner damp to which he’d use to clean you up. Placed under your bottom half, his entire cum oozed out onto the cloth; him watching in admiration at how full he had gotten you.

After what felt like it had all gotten out, he cleaned up your thighs with the damp corner, using it on your core as softly as he could, trying his best to avoid hurting you. When it all felt like you were good enough to lay down, he went back to the restroom, laying the towel on the bathtub before turning the faucets on to at least wash away the cum before throwing it into the washing machine.

You felt the ache in your core more than other times, he did go a bit harder but it’s not like you didn’t enjoy it. By the time he had come back you were looking at the pictures he had taken of you.

“My ass looks so good.” You spoke, feeling his presence enter the room. “It always looks good, it’s only the first time you’ve looked at it in this position.” He laid beside you, pulling your body to his. Your leg raising to cross over his own and laying your head on his chest.

His own arm wrapped around your body, caressing the softness of your back. “Remind me to get you the pill before I leave for work.” Looking at the pictures along you, admiring the way the flash captured the glistening.

“You don’t want a lil’ Yuno running around?” You joked, clicking the noisy buttons to look at the other images on the camera, most of them were pictures of him whenever the both of you went on dates. “We can’t handle one yet.” He chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

You both stayed silent for a while until a picture of you two with Jungkook came up, “Are you going to tell him what you did or will you let me keep playing the bad guy?” He sighed, pulling you closer to him.

Twisting slightly to turn and look at him, the natural look on your face turned to one of a smirk. “He should know by now.” All the calmness and iniquitous tone and look in your voice and face.

Jungkook had taken your attitude to heart, it had ruined his birthday and the entirety of the night. He had spent it drinking and smoking on his own, trying so hard to stay away from people, even his friends that tried his best to help him snap out of it but nothing worked.

When he felt that he couldn’t forget the pain of friendship with any copious amounts of alcohol that didn’t grant him a wish to get drunk; Jungkook grunted, opting to go up the stairs and into his room, far away from his own party and the demise of his friendship.

His feet felt heavy and even when people tried to stop him to congratulate him, all he could muster was a silent thank you as he made his way to his bedroom door, one he had the key to in hand, pushing it forcefully through the keyhole and turning it until the knob willingly budged.

It was pitch balck when he went in, closing the door behind him and locking it, even the curtains were down and the only light came from the main light bulbs the second he flipped the switch on.

Everything was fine until he turned, his back hitting the door as a stunned look of confusion settled on his face, mirroring the one of fright Jaehyun had upon entering your room.

“I’m going to kill him!” Jungkook exclaimed to himself, running to all his walls and tearing down the copious amount of photograph copies plastered all over his walls. The residue of tacky tape left on the paper and walls, rubbing off on his fingers.

Jungkook felt a deep hatred, the anger that made you cry and with how you had treated him earlier due to your boyfriend he couldn’t help his boiling angry tears from spilling down his cheeks, hitting his scrapes from the earlier flight.

This was all Jaehyun’s doing and he knew it, at least he told himself that. There were so many pictures of Jungkook following Jaehyun and it was making him boil at how he became what he hated Yuno for.

His initial actions were meant to protect you from the weirdo Jaehyun was. You were his best friend and the only one he felt that understood him well— you two met on the college forum. After all, you’d both transferred the same semester from different schools and it was only destiny that he ended up being your lab partner.

It was the fact that he saw you as a sister that made him wary of Jaehyun and when you stopped being as close to him due to your boyfriend, he felt the jealousy of friendship seeing how he tore you away from him.

Now here he was, sobbing as he tore down every single picture, looking for his phone all over the room in order to call and when he found it and you didn’t pick up, he opted for the chat room.

Turning on his monitor, he quickly typed his password, only to be greeted with open tabs from the printer and notepad with multiple small messages, even ms paint with drawings that seemed to be yours.

He knew he had turned off his computer fully before the party started and his chest only seemed to get compressed knowing you’re the only one with a key, your little drawings not making the throb of his brain any easier on him.

Closing every tab he could, it wasn’t until the last notepad tab that his breath hitched, getting stuck in the back of his throat. The bright light of the monitor reflected on his glossed out eyes and face.

‘Everything is safe in your drawer <3’

Rushing to push back and open the drawer of his desk, Jungkook found all his sd cards and usbs, the ones that stored all of the pictures of Jaehyun following you around. They were messily scattered around the drawer, some weren’t even inside their case, and underneath them laid a notepad.

Sniffling as he stopped his angry sobs, Jungkook took it into his own hands, toying with the wrinkled paper before pulling it off and seeing the words on the bottom paper.

‘I love you so much, Kookie... But don’t fuck with what’s mine.’

His orbs trembled as he read it over and over and over again. He felt as if he had been kicked in the chest and his entire breath source had been taken again. Dropping the notepad onto his desk.

Your handwriting in bright red ink, some of it had bled through making a pool rest dry on a corner. He didn’t want to admit it, even as he stared at the framed picture of the two of you on his desk— he didn’t want to accept it.

He couldn’t even speak, the cry he wanted to let out wouldn’t even budge. He felt the fire of anger and betrayal envelope his entire body as he tried to process what he was to do next but all he could think about was that—

Jaehyun was right.

He was right about everything. Even if he tried, even if everything pointed at Jaehyun being guilty, even if you had all the proof laid out in front of you, rubbed against your face, your eyes wide open to see how much of a creep your boyfriend was—

You will always choose Yuno.

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LUCID | NCT DREAM ‘00 LINE X READER | CH.6

LUCID DREAMS - A TYPE OF DREAM WHEREIN THE PERSON IS AWARE THAT THEY ARE CAUGHT IN A DREAM WORLD.

Summary: It was supposed to be a harmless, professional transaction. You were to tutor a group of boys, get your pay at the end of the day, and go home to your loving fiance. Kids aren’t supposed to be dangerous, right? So why, then, are you caught up in a web of madness that slowly makes you feel like you’re in a living nightmare?

NOTE:This is a yandere plot featuring NCT Dream ‘00 line which means there will be mature themes in the story as well as obsessive, toxic behavior. If you’re a minor, please refrain from interacting. If this isn’t your thing, then just scroll and skip. In no way am I condoning anything written here— this is not love, this is obsession—nor do I think that any of the people mentioned here will act any way like in this story. This is purely a work of fiction.

Genre: yandere, horror, suspense

TW: abuse, obsessive behavior, toxic relationships, suggestive scenes, stalking, possible kidnapping, mental health. Age gap–though nothing dramatic. Everyone is of legal age, drugs, slight smut for this chapter but nothing graphic, questionable consent (?) I guess? Creepy, creepy, creepy! This will be updated as the story goes along.

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5

“EVERYONE HAS A DARKER NATURE. EVERYONE. GOOD MEN FEAR IT, AND EVIL MEN EMBRACE IT.” - JAMES ISLINGTON

The silent hum of the air conditioning filled the space like a foreboding chant. Nothing else but the sound of the hospital machinery and random noises outside pierced the stillness of the room as you stared, unseeing, at the green and orange numbers that blinked on the monitor above the bed. 

You barely have any recollection of how you managed to find yourself in the hospital, but you do remember brief memories of Taeyong picking you up from the floor you found yourself crumpled on after you got the call. You remember seeing Jaehyun's parents at a brightly lit corridor and his mother pulling you into a hug as she broke down and his father telling you how his son hasn't woken up since he was brought to the emergency room.

You remember your heart breaking in shock, mind too numb from the godforsaken pills you have been taking and your own injury. So many times you wondered to yourself if you were still caught in one of your nightmares, but every time you tried to break free from it, you're slapped back with the reality of how all of this is real.

Your fingers gently tightened on Jaehyun's hands now as your gaze landed on his face. He looked so peaceful, like he's just sleeping, that you almost wanted to bend over and try to kiss him awake. You don't even have any idea what time and day it is already, but you have barely left his side since you were brought to him. The nightmares and sleeplessness? They're barely a problem for you anymore because right now, you're entirely not resting at all unless your body forces you to crash from physical exhaustion. Even then, you usually only sleep for about two to three hours at best to make sure that you never miss a moment with your fiance.

"Severe traumatic head injury. He was lucky enough that the airbag shielded him from the worst of the impact."

The words of his attending doctor echoed in your head again like a faraway voice. You could only remember bits and pieces of what he said to his parents back then as he reported his findings, but you caught enough context for you to draw a picture of the situation. You remember Jaehyun's mother asking the chances of her son waking up again, her voice barely holding up from her emotions. 

"I cannot promise anything, Ma'm. I'd say he has a 60 percent chance. He's fighting."

And he is. You know Jaehyun inside out. He might be unconscious now, but there is no way he is giving up. Not from something like this. 

"Keep fighting baby…" you whispered in the stillness of the room as you lifted his hand gently to your lips to kiss. "I'll wait for you. We still have a wedding to do."

The slight creaking of the door barely made you look away from his sleeping face. You only did at the gentle sound of a throat clearing, your eyes slightly widening as you recognized the man who just walked inside the room. Taeil had the same mildly shocked look on him as he stopped on the  other side of the bed across from you. 

"You…"

"Are you a relative of the patient?" He asked now as he tucked his clipboard under his arm. You simply nodded, watching him quickly glance at the numbers on the monitor before his eyes settled on you again.

"I'm his fiancee."

That made him raise his brows slightly. He pulled a pen now from the pocket of his coat to quickly write something on his file. "What a coincidence. Not a good one obviously. I'm sorry to hear about him. Mr. Jung, right?"

You swallowed. You didn't want to acknowledge anything that he just said so you tried to divert the conversation instead.

"You're not his doctor. Why are you…"

"Oh. He was turned over to me today. I am one of the resident neurologists here but he had to be moved to me because his first doctor has too much in his plate already. Don't worry, I was briefed properly about his case."

Your gaze followed Taeil as he bent over to check Jaehyun's oxygen level as well as the other wires attached to him. You don't know what to feel about him taking over, but at least you already know him previously.

"Are there any changes? Positive ones?" You asked in a frail voice that Taeil definitely didn't miss. You told yourself to not act silly and ask questions that probably do not have answers yet, but you couldn't help yourself now. The man seemed to think over his words first, noticing your state, before calmly giving his reply.

"No particular ones, but the fact that there are no negative developments is… something. I will have to request for some tests to be done on him again tomorrow so we can see if there are positive changes in his brain."

Neutral. Not good, but at least it's not bad either.

"How are you? I was about to check on you again. Is your head okay?"

You were still thinking over his words that you barely caught his question. Looking up, you tried to scramble for an answer to give. To be honest, you haven't given proper attention to your own injury since this happened. You would even only remember to take your medications on your clearest, less anxious moments, which, honestly, isn’t a lot. 

"I'm uh… the wound has closed. But the headaches. They're still there."

He simply nodded. "Any other side effects?"

You didn't immediately answer. You didn't want to sound whiny, but it's not like you're going to lose anything by telling him the uglier parts of your recovery. You swallowed to try and dislodge the slight blockage in your throat.

"Nightmares…" you said now, voice soft. You briefly remembered the last one you had back in the manor before you woke up to the bad news and you felt your stomach turn again. "Lots of them. Hallucinations sometimes…"

The doctor watched you carefully and you know he is trying to compute things in his mind despite his face remaining calm.

"Have you been keeping to your schedule with your medications? Are you taking too much?"

You firmly shook your head no to his last question.

"No, I haven't been overdosing. But… I've been skipping my pills the last few days because of...because of this."

"How have you been feeling since you started missing your dosages then? Do you remember?"

That made you actually stop and think about it for a moment. Now that you are paying attention, you did notice how the nightmares have calmed down slightly. Even the hallucinations are almost gone. You frowned slightly to yourself.

"A bit… better actually."

Taeil took his time to observe you a bit more before writing something on a new page of his clipboard.

"You must have had severe reactions to the mixture of pills I gave you. I'm going to prescribe you new ones and ask the nurses to pick them up and bring them to you here. Can you promise that you'll try and take them though? You really need them to fully heal."

You nodded and gave him a slightly sheepish look.

"I will, thank you very much."

Taeil dug his hands into the pockets of his coat and gave you a gentle smile.

"Well, that's it for today. I'll come back tomorrow to give you updates about Mr. Jung." He had already turned and started walking away when he suddenly stopped to look at you again.

"Oh, and another thing. Please try and get some sleep. Recover… and then focus on helping your fiance."

******* You didn't really know what woke you up. Stirring from your sleep, the first thing that registered to you was the sound of distant traffic mixed with the gentle chirping of the morning birds from outside the window. A warm feeling radiated on your cheek and made the back of your eyelids glow red.

You flickered your eyes open and immediately rolled away to escape the ray of sunshine that slipped from the open curtains and shone directly at your face. You easily evaded it as you moved over to the other side of the bed which was empty and cold from the night before.

That was when you finally remembered that you were back in your home, in the same bedroom you share with Jaehyun. The day before, his mother offered to take the responsibility of watching over him so there was a sudden change of plans that finally gave you the reason to check back into your apartment after so long. If it were you, you would have preferred not leaving your boyfriend’s side until he wakes up, but you also knew that your future mother-in-law wanted to spend time with him so you relented. 

Of course you weren't thrilled to be home alone, especially with Jaehyun not being there, but the comfort that a real mattress provided—over the small couch you used to sleep in back at the hospital—is definitely a welcome change for your body. You even tried to take your medicine properly, the new ones that Taeil had provided, in the hopes of getting knocked down fast. Your adrenaline and anxiety had been fueling you in the past days, but you know from the way your heart thumped and your hands shook that you need a solid rest.

And you got it. You still feel a little groggy now but your body is definitely lighter and your head clearer. The nightmares didn't even come, and while they were replaced by total darkness or dreams in white that still made you anxious, you are willing to take those anytime over the graphic ones that you used to have.

You gently sat back against the headrest of the bed now and reached out for your phone to check the time. It's barely 7AM but as expected, Jaehyun's mom has already provided you with updates from the hospital. He’ll have some tests taken today as Taeil advised and then they’ll hear more about his progress. From the looks of it, she seems still set on watching over her son, which means you still have at least today free to yourself.

You quickly typed a reply to her and sighed. You’re thankful that even though you weren’t related by blood, his parents have always treated you as if you were their own. Having a family is not something you’ve really experienced in your childhood, so that’s something you’ve always appreciated about them. That is also the reason why you wish for the best out of this situation, because you also couldn’t bear seeing your fiance’s mother and father heartbroken. He’s their only son, after all.

A quick look around your room left you feeling empty. The last week has been so hard that it felt longer and now you’re struggling to find your normal pace again. In an effort to bring yourself to focus, you decided to pick up your phone once more and started flipping through your calendar to check your schedule. It didn’t take long for you to frown when you realized the upcoming dates there. You’ve plotted important academic schedules in advance and one quick look at it told you how much you’ve obviously missed in the past week. You’ve been so lost in the mess of everything that has happened that you’ve entirely forgotten about your job at the manor. You realized that they didn’t even call you once to ask about your absence, probably because they also know about the situation, but even that is not enough excuse for you to entirely fall off the radar.  

Biting your lip, you quickly scrolled through your contacts now to look for the number you need. Your thumb hovered over the call button momentarily, but you eventually pressed it anyway. Your eyes wandered towards the clock on the wall, hoping silently to yourself that it wasn’t too early for you to call.

“Rosewood Manor, how can I help you?”

You straightened on your seat.

“Hey, Taeyong. It’s me. Sorry if I called so early.”

The other boy seemed to have been taken slightly by surprise by the way he fell silent at the other end of the line. You tapped your finger against your knee, waiting for him to speak again.

“Hi. No, it’s fine. Work started for me about an hour ago. Are you okay? How’s things on your end?”

You nibbled guiltily on your lower lip and finally got off your bed to walk over to the window. You pushed the curtains open and stared at the slight snowfall that had started falling on the ground. You’ve missed so many days of reporting to them but the first thing he does is to check if you’re fine.

“I um—things are still the same. My boyfriend’s still at the hospital.”

“Oh… I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“Look, I want to apologize. I haven’t really reported to work and I didn’t even call about it. It’s just that—things have been so crazy lately, but still that isn’t an excuse for me to just not show up.”

Taeyong, however, was understanding as always. You were about to go off for another round of apologies when he gently cut you off. 

“Hey, it’s fine. We know you’ve been dealing with a lot lately so we also weren't expecting anything. Don’t worry too much about it.”

“But, the boys’ examinations and portfolio review is happening in three days and I haven’t really checked in with them. How are they doing now?”

“Oh...that. Well, we actually tried looking for a temporary tutor to help out but I...uh… I think he isn't really cutting it. Maybe because he isn’t the one who started the program with them. But he’s a big help still.”

“Oh god, I’m so sorry about that. I should have at least—look, I can drop by today and just try to fix things.”

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to. Don’t you need to be at the hospital?”

You started going around your room now, trying to gather the scattered papers and files that you’ll need. It’s a good thing you woke up early so you still have time to prepare for work. “My boyfriend’s mother is the one watching over him today so I have the day off.”

“And your injury? How is it?”

Your eyes landed on the new bottles of medicine sitting on your bedside table.

“Better. I’m feeling so much better.”

You heard Taeyong sigh in relief over the phone. “Thank god. We were so worried about that. Well, you really don’t need to go, but if you have time, I guess doing it today won’t hurt. It will help us a lot.”

A small smile tugged at your lips now and you switched the phone over to your other ear as you started arranging your bag. “Thank you so much for being understanding. I need a distraction anyway. I’d rather work than stay home alone… Thanks for not firing me.”

That made him laugh a little. “I’ll tell the boys that you’re coming over. Oh, and be careful on your drive here. The roads are a little bit slippery today because of the snow.”

“I will, thank you. I’ll be there by 9.”

******* “Noona!”

You have barely finished arranging your materials on your desk when the door to the room burst open and ushered an anxious-looking Jisung inside. You looked up quickly at him, only barely catching Chenle wobbling with his crutch before your vision of the entrance was blocked by Jisung’s tall frame. His hair looked swept up as if he ran and there was a slight flush staining his cheeks. He stopped right in front of you, stopping just in time for him not to topple you over.

“Hey, Jisung how are—” You tried to give him a smile but he was quick enough to grab your hands between his.  

“Are you back? Are you really back for real?” He pressed now, eyes wide as he tried to bend over to look closely at you. He looked like a puppy, the only missing thing being a wagging tail to complete the look. You couldn’t help the brief laugh that passed over you as you tried to calm him down.

“I am. For the day, yes. Sorry I missed so many of your sessions.”

“We thought you left us,” Jisung continued, his lower lip protruding just a bit. Just then, Chenle had finally reached the two of you, a slightly embarrassed look on his face. This is actually the first time you saw him again since the day the two of you had your accident and you’re glad to see him healthy despite his broken leg.

“Hi, Chenle. How are you?”

The boy scratched the back of his head and looked away slightly. “Fine… I’m sorry, noona. I wasn’t able to visit you when you stayed with us. I’m really really sorry about what happened in the forest.”

You tried to give him a reassuring smile and freed one of your hands from Jisung’s hold to ruffle his hair. The action seemed to have calmed him down a little because he finally looked at you again, a small apologetic smile on his own lips.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault. But be careful next time, okay?”

“Are you going to be our tutor again, noona?” Jisung pressed once more and you turned your attention back to him. To be honest, you’re still not sure how your schedule will turn out after this, but you couldn’t really bear to break the poor boy’s heart at the moment.

“Yes… I’m here to teach your big brothers today for their tests though. We’ll have to schedule you and Chenle’s lessons again. Is that alright?”

A brief look of disappointment flashed on his face but he was quick enough to pick it up. Jisung smiled and gave your hand a squeeze.

“Okay. We can wait. It’s good you are back, Jaemin-hyung was so—”

“Yah, don’t hog her by yourself. You’ll scare her away.”

A new voice made the three of you look back to the doorway. Haechan smiled at your little group as he strolled casually into the room followed by Jeno and Jaemin. The three of them joined your crowd and you felt Jisung finally let go of your hand as he stepped away to go over to his brothers’ side.

“Hi. Sorry, I only returned now. Taeyong told me that you—”

You weren’t able to finish what you wanted to say as Haechan gently stopped you mid-sentence. He leaned his head to the side, eyes briefly scanning you from head to toe. Unlike Jisung, he looked calm and only barely excited.

“It’s fine. We knew you’ll come back. How are you?”

“Oh… I’m good. My head is better. I haven’t had the chance to thank all of you for taking care of me when I was here.”

“How about your boyfriend?” It was Jeno who asked this time and you quickly turned to him to address his question. Your eyes briefly slipped to Jaemin who was standing behind him before you could even speak though, and for a moment you had the impression that Jeno was shielding him—or blocking him from you. You blinked a little bit in confusion, wondering if it was just your imagination that was making you think that way.

“He’s still… still unconscious,” your smile dropped a little but you tried your best to keep your voice casual. “We’re getting more tests for him. His doctor said that he isn’t showing bad signs at least.”

“I’m so sorry to hear about him,” Haechan said with compassion and you gave him a grateful look. Your gaze settled on Jaemin again, however, who for some reason had barely looked at you since he came into the room. You know that he can be quiet and reserved at times, but there is something in the air around him that makes you slightly worried. He’s so still, but the way he carries himself makes it seem like he’s so strung up at the same time. It also doesn’t help that Jeno seems to be almost pushing him back from view.

“Hi Jaemin… How are you?” You tried to gently ask him to make sure that he is okay. He didn’t look at you at first, but when he finally did, you felt yourself freeze a little. His eyes looked dark and almost emotionless when he met yours and there were shadows under them as if he hadn't slept properly for days. He didn’t even answer and just simply stared, his gaze blank and accusing at the same time.

Haechan casually glanced over his brother and chuckled. “Our Jaeminie here has been sick for the past couple of days so he’s a little out of it. But he’s going to be fine now,” he put a hand over the other’s shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze as if to calm him down. “Right, Jaemin? We’ll try our best to go to class today since noona is finally back, hmm?”

Jaemin, however, didn’t even seem to hear him. He continued staring at you the same way that kept you pinned on your spot.

“Are you leaving again?” he finally asked and you almost felt goosebumps rise on your skin. It didn’t sound like a question… but more of a threat. You swallowed.

“I’m going to have to arrange my schedule till things get better…” you answered carefully, as if you’re navigating dark waters. That didn’t seem to cut it for him, unfortunately.

“So you’re not leaving. Forever?”

You blinked. To be honest, you’ve been thinking of quitting and just finishing the rest of the month if things didn’t improve, but you don’t think that’s the right answer to give at the moment.

“No… not for now,” you finally managed to say. You watched as Jaemin seemed to visibly relax, his stiff shoulders loosening under Haechan’s grip. He didn’t say anything after that, but he at least looked away, seemingly more satisfied with your words.

“Great. I think we should get to work,” Haechan broke the silence and looked around the room as if the tension you were feeling was just something only you could feel. He nodded towards Chenle and Jisung then. “You guys go back to your own classes. You’ll have your share of noona once it’s your turn.” He then glanced at you, smile still in place. “Should we start then?”

You nodded. “Is Renjun still not back?”

“Not yet. He’s going to be here tomorrow though,” Jeno answered as he took his seat on one of the desks.

“I see…”

Haechan also found his spot, but not before you’ve noticed him urging Jaemin to do the same. Playfully, he took the pencil you’ve arranged on the desk and started tapping it against the wood of the table.

“Don’t worry. We’ll tell him you’re back. I’m sure he can’t wait to have his lessons again~”

******* You looked over the window for the third time in the last fifteen minutes and sighed. The day had been busy with you trying to catch up on the boys’ lessons that you barely even noticed the state of the weather outside. When you finally did, it took you by surprise when you saw how much of the ground was covered by snow—one look at it told you that it is at least a feet deep by now. Your first instinct was to try and maneuver your car out of the lot before your tires get entirely buried in it, but then you remembered that you promised to wait for Taeyong to come back before leaving the manor. The butler requested for you to temporarily watch over the manor while he tries to do some last minute errands back in the city, but it’s been two hours since he originally promised to come back. You eyes glanced at your watch now, then back at the quickly darkening view outside. 

“...severe snowstorm has blocked some of the main roads in the city at the moment. Expect heavy traffic and don’t forget to drive safely.”

You turned to the television now to catch the last of the rambling dialogue of the reporter about the weather. You’ve been debating on whether to call Taeyong or not to check on him, but you didn’t want to seem impatient to go home when you only really wanted to make sure if he’s safe. From the looks of it, he’s stuck somewhere because of the hale, too.

You were on your way to get your phone from your bag to at least try to shoot him a message when you suddenly heard it ring. Getting it just in time, you almost sighed in relief when you saw his number there. You quickly took it and went over to the window to answer it to make sure you get some proper signal.

“Hello? Taeyong?”

“Hey. Finally. I’ve been trying to call you for the last hour, thank god it finally connected.”

“Oh, sorry, my phone’s in my bag. I think the signal’s getting bad because of the snowstorm. Where are you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, about that, I’m still stuck in town. The traffic’s so bad here because a section of the main road is blocked. Road maintenance is supposed to come thirty minutes ago but I think there’s a delay because there are other roads they are working on.”

Your gaze drifted back to the television where scenes of the same blocked avenues were being flashed. “Yeah… the news says the same.  Are you safe though?”

“I am. I’m really sorry for making you wait. I’d tell you to drive back and not wait for me anymore but I don’t think you’ll also make it home in time with all this traffic going on. I don’t think it’s going to be safe. Do you mind waiting for a little bit more? I’ll tell you once the roads are better.”

You thought it over quickly, a frown settling on your face. You really want to go home, but he’s right. There’s no point in trying to drive back if you’ll only find yourself stuck in the roads for hours. Not being a big fan of night driving yourself, you can already imagine the stress waiting for you if you add a snowstorm to the mix. As much as you wanted to leave, you’re left with no choice, at least for the moment.

 “I can… I’ll just wait for you, I guess. Do you want me to do anything here while you’re gone? Dinner for the boys?”

“Oh no, no, you don’t need to do that, that’s not part of your job,” Taeyong sounded abashed when he said that. You stepped away from the window then and took a seat by the fireplace that Jeno started earlier. Half of your concentration was on the news which has now shifted to a different set of reports also caused by the snowstorm. “They’ll know when to go down and eat. Don’t worry about them. Where are they right now?”

“Ah, I think they went back to their rooms? I did tell them earlier that I’ll try to wait for you.”

“I see. Yes, I think that’s better. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you updated. If things don’t get better, I think I’ll have no other choice but find a hostel here and wait for the weather to calm down. You can stay there and just ask for help from any of them. You can stay in the same room just in case.”

You didn’t quickly react to the offer. Instead, your eyes flickered to the doorway of the room before refocusing your attention back to the conversation. It’s not like you have anything against spending the night again at the manor—you’ve done it before, after all—but it’s honestly not really something you’re comfortable to do again. Maybe it’s because you’ve never really been okay with overstaying at strangers’ houses but your gut feel is also telling you right now that it shouldn’t be your top option regardless of the situation you are in.

Still, you didn’t want to come off rude to Taeyong, not when he is only being kind to offer you temporary shelter while being stuck in the middle of nowhere himself. So instead, you went against your initial doubts and offered him your thanks in return. It’s just Plan B that he’s proposing after all. 

“I will. Keep me updated though if you need anything you think I can help with.”

“Thank you and I will. I have to go now though. Please make yourself at home. I’ll try to call again after an hour.”

“Okay. Take care.”

You put your phone down now with a worried frown as you heard the line drop. You couldn’t believe this is happening the first day you got back to work but it’s not like you can really blame anyone for it. The only good thing is that you’re sure Jaehyun is being taken care of right now so that is at least one thing off your shoulders. You didn’t really need to rush anywhere, not especially to a vacant home. Leaning back against your seat, you tried your best to relax as your gaze travelled around the room once again. You deliberated on sending a text to your mother-in-law to tell her about your situation but decided against it, not wanting to worry her more. You sighed. For now, you guess you didn’t have any other choice but to wait.

You did try to distract yourself by watching the news for a few more minutes before finally giving up on it. With resignation, you picked yourself up from your seat again and turned the television off. For a moment you simply stood in the middle of the room, trying to figure out what to do with your time when your gaze settled on the door again. Everyone retreated to their own rooms after they finished with their lessons so it means the house is pretty much yours for exploring if you wanted to. You toyed with the idea for a little bit, before finally resigning yourself to it. It’s not like there really is anything else left for you to do, and Taeyong did say you can make yourself feel at home if you wanted to. With a sigh, you finally turned on your heels to leave the room and peered silently into the hallway. It was deserted as expected, but still your eyes travelled left and right to check if there’s anyone out and about at this hour. It was only after you made sure that you were alone when you finally allowed yourself to step into the corridor.

Of course, you have a plan. You’re pretty much sure that checking out the rooms on the first floor is acceptable since it’s where you’ve been rotating your classes so you’re going to stick to those areas. You remember finding a library there once and you focused on finding your way to it to maybe check out some of the books in the collection. 

It did take you about five minutes to finally find the place you were looking for. For some reason, the sections in the manor always confuse you no matter how many times you try to memorize each one, probably because of how big and similar-looking they are on the outside. You’ve already tried four doors when you were finally welcomed by the familiar-looking bookshelves at the fifth one. You sighed and gave one quick look around the room before slipping yourself inside after making sure that you’re alone.

There will probably never be a time when you won’t find yourself fascinated by anything in this grand home. If the architecture of the mansion is not enough to convince anyone how rich the family is, their book collection is enough to assure that at the very least. You’ve only ever taken a quick glimpse of it once during one of your lessons with the boys, but one look of the titles in their shelves is enough to make any literature major excited. You looked at the floor to ceiling collection now, your fingers gently running over the spines of the books you could reach with a small smile on your face.

You were about to check out the rest of the collection on the other side of the wall when something in the middle of the room caught your attention. You didn’t really catch it at first because of the shadows that concealed it when you first came in, but you could pretty much discern the outline of a blanket covered standee now from where you stood. You frowned. Taking careful steps, you closed the distance towards it to try and figure out what exactly it is that you’re seeing.

A closer look revealed it to be an easel covered with white cloth. You could see the outline of the canvas where the blanket falls over it while shadows of colors peeked out into the thin fabric from the surface it was covering. How odd… you knew that Renjun had a different art room for his paintings so to see this now here in the middle of the library seems uncanny.

You didn’t know how long you remained standing in front of it, too. You know you should have walked away—after all, the white cloth hiding it away from plain view means whatever is on that canvas is not meant for everyone’s eyes to see, but you simply couldn’t tear yourself away from it. It’s as if there was a silent force asking you to pull that cloth to reveal what’s underneath, the inclination so strong that you could almost hear its voice breathing down next to your ear, unrelenting until you do what it says.

The next thing you know, you had your hand attached to one end of the fabric. You stared at it now, wondering last minute if you should go ahead or not. You swallowed and glanced around one last time around the room. If you’re alone… it wouldn’t hurt if you could take a peek, right? Nobody will know. You just have to see, then cover it back again. Before you could even think about it too much, your arm was finally moving on its own as it gently tugged at the covering. You watched as it fell gently on the floor, like a bodiless ghost melting into the shadows on the ground.

Your eyes couldn’t make out what you were seeing at first. The dim lighting of the room wasn’t helping at all, but you were sure that it was a woman’s silhouette that was staring back at you from the canvas. Colors swirled around her, like some unknown mass trying to drag her back into unknown depths. Shapes and tones jumped from the picture, but her form stood out from the rest, gracefully twisted as if she was in the middle of trying to fight and succumb to it at the same time. You frowned. Taking a step closer towards it, you tried to study its details under what little illumination the lamps above afforded you.

That’s when it all happened simultaneously. Your heart stopped beating the same time your eyes widened as they finally focused on what’s in front of them. It’s as if the ground suddenly vanished from underneath your feet and you were falling, falling, deep into the abyss despite your body being frozen in fear and shock.

You know this painting. You’ve seen it before. It was the same one by Renjun, the one that you saw on your first day working in the manor.

But it was different now. Instead of the unfinished state that caught your attention before, everything about the picture now is in sharp focus. The lines on the woman’s nude body, the hands—which you thought were simply dark swirls dragging her back—and her face twisted beautifully in pleasure and madness stared back at you like a nightmare.

But it was not those which truly shook you to your core. It’s the realization that it was your own face in the portrait that was staring back at you, silently screaming for you to run away.

You stumbled back in shock. Your chest felt tight as you tried to grasp for air while your hands fumbled to find something to hold on to keep you from crashing on the ground. Before you could even take another step, however, something hard hit your back and you felt strong arms wrap around your waist like a vice. You have barely realized what was happening when you felt someone lean over your shoulder, lips pressing against the shell of your ear.

“Isn’t it beautiful? You’re the perfect muse, don’t you think?” Renjun asked softly as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

******* You didn’t know how long you stayed frozen in his embrace. For a brief moment you thought you were dreaming again until you felt his arms slowly tighten around your waist. As if a jolt of electricity shocked you, you immediately turned to push him away as you scrambled to put some distance between the two of you.

Renjun didn’t seem the least bothered when your eyes finally focused on him. He remained on his spot, his gaze on you unwavering. You, meanwhile, were shaking from head to toe, the vision of the painting still branded vividly in your head.

“Renjun—what’s this?” you managed to stutter as you pointed at the artwork in the middle of the room. You couldn’t even spare to look at it again while he merely gave it a casual glance.

“It’s you. I’ve been working on it for a long time. I was about to show it to you but it seems like you couldn’t wait for it yourself.”

You felt nauseous. A part of your rational mind was slowly losing it as you tried to process his answer. Something's not right. Something is so terribly wrong.

“Why—why did you do this?”

Renjun simply stared at you and leaned his head a little bit to the side as if he was only mildly curious of your reaction. Your stomach turned even before hearing his answer.

“You said it’s beautiful.”

“This is not right—!”

“I came home because they said you were leaving for good,” he continued speaking softly, effectively cutting you from what you were about to say. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and you took another step back as you watched him get close to his artwork. You watched in horror as his thin fingers lovingly ran over the corners of the canvas. “Jaemin almost lost it… It’s a good thing I got here on time.”

And just like that, everything seemed to have clicked into place. The glances, the touches, the words that seemed to have a different undercurrent under them… they weren’t just fragments of your imagination. Every little thing that has gnawed at you from the inside came into crystal clear focus and you felt your knees go weak from the weight of it all. It took every fiber of your being to try and keep yourself steady now, your legs moving on their own as they took small backward steps away from the boy staring at you now with dead eyes. You couldn’t breathe, but it was the last words he told you that finally snapped you to run.

“I don’t think you’ve realized it yet. But no, you cannot leave. Ever.”

You didn’t know where you got the energy for it but in seconds you were flying out of that room and running blindly down the darkened corridors. Your blood pumped noisily in your ears and your chest felt like it was going to split from the sudden exertion you put on it, but you didn’t stop, not even looking back as you tried to put as much distance between you and the library. You didn’t even know where you were going. All you’re focused on is to find the exit and leave the house as soon as possible.

A loud bang that sounded off to your right startled you and you screamed, the force of your shock making you whip around and almost lose your balance. Before you could even hit the floor, however, a pair of hands caught you and you immediately turned, grasping at the chest of your rescuer.

You froze. Haechan smiled down at you as he tried to steady you on your feet.

“Haechan,” you gasped as you took fistfuls of his shirt and tried to shake him in your panic. “Renjun—he’s—please, help me. He’s after me—” you gasped out, almost out of your wits. You’re on the verge of a total breakdown that it almost escaped you, the way he simply smiled down on your shaking form. It was only when you felt one of his hands gently caress the top of your head that reality slapped you in the face again. You suddenly stopped struggling in his hold, pupils shaking as you watched him study your features lovingly.

“Shh… it’s fine. I got you,” he whispered and you could swear ice pricked you from the inside. A slight movement to the right made you turn your head and you saw Jaemin lean casually against the banister of the stairs, his face serene. He gave you one quick look before a gentle smile finally lit up his features.

“Has it started?” he asked and you felt Haechan’s hold on you tighten.

“It has.”

You didn’t struggle. It was as if any trace of fight you had left you in that moment and you let your hands fall limply on your sides. Haechan also loosened his grip on you and you stared at the two boys blankly, your chest heaving as if fighting for air. They didn’t move from their spots and simply followed you with their eyes as if relishing the fear and realization flashing in your face.

Trapped.

You’re trapped.

You’ve always been.

You didn’t even realize that your legs had started moving again on their own as the pieces of the puzzle started to fall together in your mind. You were only shaken from it when your back finally hit the front door, the cold metal of the knob pressing against your spine. Jaemin and Haechan remained on their spots still, even as you blindly reached out for it from behind.

You were expecting it to be locked, so you were a little bit surprised when you felt it give way under your hand when you tried to turn it open. Just before you could even entertain the idea of escaping, however, any trace of hope you had quickly died as you turned and came face to face with Jeno standing right in front of the entrance. He didn’t look the least surprised seeing you there, as if he was waiting for you in the first place.

You eyes took in his calm countenance before slowly moving to stare downwards at what he was holding by his side. Your gaze locked on it in fear, and that’s when the flight response in you flared up again.

Jeno’s hunting rifle shone dully in the light of the entryway, his pale fingers wrapped on its handle.

“There’s really only one place you can run, noona, but I won’t advise it,” he said evenly and you felt your blood freeze in your veins.

“After all, no matter where you hide, I’ll still find you in that forest.”

It happened all at once. You broke into a run, your body screaming at you to go faster as you heard gunshots pierce the air.

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CHAPTER 7

A/N: Good lord, I wasn’t expecting I’d finish this today but I got one large iced coffee and well... things happened. Anyway, enjoy! Let’s hope the format won’t mess up this time. T.T Finally, all hell broke loose~ <3

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I hope this ain't getting shitty. Thank you for reading, sexy people. Send me a message or an ask if you'd like to be added to the tag list.

warnings: hungover jaehyun, age gap, hospitals, nothing too extreme.

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Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

“Wake up, sunshine.” He groaned, all the memories from the past night hitting him like a truck. “Come on, I made breakfast.”

His eyelids finally fluttered open, frown softening at the sight of you in a messy bun and your cute pajamas.

“How come you look so fresh?” The dark circles under his eyes had deepened in the span of a few hours. Thank God he didn't have to work that day.

“I always look fresh.” You seemed to be more comfortable around him. Perhaps it was because you had to tuck him in last night. “Up.”

You tugged both of his limp hands, forcing him to sit up.

“What did you cook? It smells nice.” He scrunched up his nose like a little kid.

“Eggs, bacon, and hash browns.” Fast as lightning, he got up from bed. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed the blanket hanging from the edge of your sofa. Disappointment pinched his heart.

“Why didn't you sleep with me? You would've been more comfortable.”

You set two plates on the small table, pulling the pan out of the stove to serve them.

“You spread yourself all over the bed as soon as I laid you down.” You lied successfully. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t that comfortable yet.

You let the pan down on the kitchen counter, taking a seat in front of him.

“Do you still want to visit my father?” Sparkling orbs stared at him timidly, fearing his answer would be negative.

“I mean…” You hummed, trying not to give it as much importance. “I do want to go!” He quickly corrected himself, frantically shaking his hands. “It’s just that I don't want to meet your father like this.” He pointed at his bed hair, which had only become messier since he woke up.

“You’re acting like he's gonna see you.” There was a slight bitterness in your tone, along with a fake grin.

“Alright, let's do this instead...” Yoonoh sat up straight, clearing his throat as if he were about to give a speech. “We’ll have breakfast, you'll shower quickly, and then we’ll drive to my house so I can fix myself. How does that sound?”

“So I'm finally gonna see your mansion? How exciting.” You kicked his leg teasingly under the table, his cheeks inevitably dipping as he tried to suppress a smile. “I bet you have some peacocks in your backyard.”

“And there's also a dolphin in my pool.” He let out a hearty laugh, extending his arm over the table to grab your hand.

His house was most definitely not what you expected.

It was about the size of the one you grew up in, the decoration inside minimalistic. There were no expensive paintings framed with pure gold, only pictures of him and his family. There was a small backyard you could access through the French door in the kitchen. Half of it was occupied by a greenhouse.

“I had to donate the peacocks to the zoo.” He whispered as you looked through the glass door, squeezing your shoulders with his slim fingers.

“What a shame.” Hesitantly, he wrapped both of his limbs around your torso, letting his chin rest stop of your head. Your heartbeat was thumping loudly against your chest. Yoonoh surely felt it but decided not to comment on it.

“There’s a Tv in my room in case you want to watch something while I shower.” A hint of mischief adorned his honey-like voice. “Or you can come in and watch me instead.”

“Stop!” Your elbow connected with his ribs out of pure panic, making him bend in pain with his hands covering the injured spot.

“It was a joke...” He whispered, teeth gritting together.

I made him mad, you thought. Should you escape or face the consequences of his anger? All thoughts erased from your mind as he grabbed your calves, lifting you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You hit his back with closed fists, unable to see the expression on his face. “Yoonoh!”

He went up the stairs, proceeding to enter his room and throw you on his bed. Thousands of dirty scenarios crossed your mind before he threw himself on top of you, crushing your bones under his muscular body.

“My...ribs...”

“Oh, sorry, what is that?” To make matters worse, his fingers tickled your sides, provoking a fit of desperate giggles to escape your mouth. “I’m not hearing an apology.”

“Sorry! Sorry!” His hands finally stopped, giving you time to breathe. Nonetheless, he remained laid on your chest, using his forearms to lift his weight. “Aren’t you gonna shower?”

“I like you.”

The confession was so sudden, so raw it took you some time to finally react. But you had no words to give him an answer, instead, you combed your fingers through his long hair, massaging his scalp while waiting for him to speak up again.

“I never thought I'd be feeling more than friendly affection for you. Our agreement doesn't include love, after all. But I've started feeling like a teenager all over again. I can't help but get excited whenever you call me. Do you know how sweet your voice sounds through the phone?” He sighed, discouraged at your lack of response. “I guess you're not there yet.”

Instead of verbally answering, you planted a sweet kiss on his head, right where small, grey hairs had started growing.

“I’m not good with words.”

“That’s alright.” He snuck his hands under your back, holding you tightly as a sudden need to nurture you took over him. The mature image he had of you faded in less than a second, leaving behind a young, troubled woman. “I’ll shower quickly so we can go see your pops. I bet we’ll get along just fine, maybe even go golfing when he wakes up.”

“I forgot you're almost the same age. Creepy.” He smiled, though uneasiness started steering in his guts.

“Does that bother you?” He asked without giving it a second thought.

“I don't know yet.”

(...)

The man with high cheekbones and bruised skin laid limp on the hospital bed. Yoonoh had been working on his case for about a month, yet, it only started feeling real the moment he entered the room.

“This is my dad.” All emotions had escaped your eyes as if your soul wasn't there anymore. Only an empty shell.

“You look so much like him.” he was afraid touching you wouldn't be the right thing to do, so instead, he said: “He seems like a suitable golf buddy.”

Tension finally loosened its grip around his body as you snorted, pigment returning to your cheeks. Finally, he wrapped his hand around yours.

“He will wake up, y/n.”

“He’s taking his sweet time.” You glanced back at the laying figure, skinnier with every day he spent asleep. “I want someone to pay for taking away the last person that loved me.”

The last person that loved you. Would Yoonoh be able to fill that spot? Not yet, probably. He couldn't modify the depth of his feelings, but he could surely give you the vengeance you longed.

“Do you trust me?” With your eyes still glued to your father, you nodded. “Then I can assure you we’ll win the case.”

“I know we will.”

He sat silently with you, holding your hand without saying a word. The smell of alcohol and the beeping noise of machines made him nauseous. He hated hospitals. You noticed the change in his demeanor, his hand becoming cold while holding yours with strength.

“Do you wanna go?”

“No!” He smiled through the pain, scooting his chair closer to lay your hand on his lap.

He wouldn't agree to get his ass off the plastic chair. You had to tell him you were hungry for him to finally stand up, still clutching your hand like your father did when you were still a kid. His parental behavior caused several emotions to stir inside your guts, so mixed up you couldn't quite put a finger on any of them.

“What do you want to eat?” The tension finally left his body once out of the building.

“Soup.” You smiled while swiping your thumb on top of his knuckles. “I know a place, but to be honest, it isn't good. So we can go to the store and get the ingredients to- but you can't cook.”

“I’m up for a cooking lesson if you are.” He wanted to see your pretty smile again. Maybe making a fool of himself would help. “Let’s hit the road.”

“Wow, so cool.”

“I know.”

(...)

“Can you grab that can of chicken broth?” You pointed at the high shelf, letting go of Yoonoh’s hand to allow him to move freely

“I have a better idea.” He dragged you by the arm so you were standing in front of him, trapped between his body and the shelf. “I’ll lift you so you can reach it.” Matching his words, his hands grasped your waist, ready to carry you.

“Stop!” You slapped his hands repeatedly between giggles. Ignoring your complaints, he started lifting you. “Yoonoh!”

“Yoonoh?” A feminine voice had him placing you back on your feet in less than a second.

“Seryeong, I didn't expect to see you here.” His hands remained seated on the curve of your waist.

“Neither did I. I was surprised when Sungchan told me you'd left early yesterday.” She seemed a bit older than you but still younger than the man behind you.

“I had some matters to take care of.” She eyed you from head to toes with a smug grin plastered on her lips. Just by the look of her clothes, you could tell she was as wealthy as Yoonoh. You feared the scene would turn into a tv worthy drama.

“I’ll go get the chicken breast.” You tried escaping his grip, only to be pulled closer to his warmth.

“No need to. It's already inside the cart.”

Why am I so dumb?

“Does your father know about your little girlfriend?” She asked without hesitation.

“I guess.”

“And why didn't he tell me anything?” She cocked an eyebrow, his hands finally loosening around your body and allowing you to move from your position.

“Look, this is something you should talk about with him. Now, if you excuse us...” With a hand on your shoulder, he began pushing the cart to the next aisle, the chicken broth long forgotten.

“Is this some kind of arranged marriage situation?”

“Something like that.” His hands were tense while holding the cart, knuckles turning white from the strength used. “Before you start asking, I'm not really in the mood and I don't want to direct my bad mood toward you. Let's talk about something else, alright?”

Who was that woman that had the power to turn him into a literal raging ball of fire with just a few words?

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[morkleemelon]

nct ideal types 2021 :: dream

127 version | this has been on my mind for a bit and I wanted to write it down- these will consist of confirmed facts and then my own thoughts. the latter part is, as it sounds, strictly from my opinion and observation and may well not be accurate. this is just for fun! proceed~

mark lee:

confirmed: likes someone with long black hair who is nice (on air nct show)

my thoughts:

he moved to korea to train when he was like 13 and has been busy as a bee ever since. I don’t know his life but I feel like he hasn’t really had the chance to date much if at all yet. this brings me to think he would prefer someone who can lead in the relationship

he grew up christian and seems to still hold those ideals. although if he really liked someone it wouldn’t be an issue, this makes me think he would be drawn to someone with similar ideals

he laughs a lot and gets along well with people who are funny (haechan, yuta, jungwoo). I think that he would like someone with a good sense of humor

he doesn’t spend money lavishly and prefers to use what he has (i.e. the jansport backpack, not having youtube premium, keeping all the gifts he receives in his bag). all of this points to him preferring someone modest and not wasteful

mark got jisung a bracelet that costs over $1000 for his birthday (what a good bro I’m cry). he likes songs like ‘I got you’ by Bazzi (mark superm quarantine playlist) which is about spoiling a girl. this all makes me think that although he is frugal for himself, he likes spoiling others and would like to spoil his significant other

From Japan official book vol 1, mark said he wasn’t sure what his ideal first date would be, but he answered that it would be to go to a restaurant and have a good meal because he likes eating. So someone who’s down for simple dates and perhaps also good at cooking (because our boy can’t even make an egg)

From the same magazine, he said he doesn’t care about fashion and would like his partner to “wear what she likes”. Doesn’t seem like he goes for style much!

huang renjun:

confirmed: n/a

my thoughts:

I strongly feel like he would want to feel like the ‘man in the relationship’. he would want to feel protective over his partner and that’s why I think he would adore someone smaller than him

he’s full of chaotic rage energy (in the cutest way that would never actually hurt anybody). to balance out these vibes, renjun would match well with someone calm and sweet

looks-wise besides being a petite person, I can envision someone very cute, probably with shorter, un-dyed hair

renjun is into sci-fi movies and shows and confirmed he believes in aliens (weekly idol). I think he’d be drawn to someone with a big imagination who likes sci-fi as well

lee jeno:

confirmed: n/a

my thoughts:

jeno is really really shy (when he met yeeun from clc to mc together, they said they couldn’t even talk at first because it was so awkward). I think jeno would like someone more outgoing but not overwhelming

I feel like his ideal type is literally like renjun- a little fiesty and literally, little. jeno has mentioned that he loves renjun’s voice too, so perhaps he would be interested in someone with a nice voice

he works out a lot and likes physical activities like biking and going to the gym. I think he’d like someone who values fitness and health too

he loves animals and has 3 cats of his own despite being allergic. because of this, I think he’d like a person who loves animals too

lee haechan:

confirmed: someone with a nice voice/ singing voice. someone with shorter hair

my thoughts:

he’s so extroverted and craves attention from whoever he’s around, and that wouldn’t be an exception for the person he likes. he’d want someone who looks up to him and gives him attention

he’s still really young and even enjoys movies like the kissing booth (I’m sorry I had to bring it up because I think it’s important). ignoring the actual bad parts of that movie, I think he’s interested in that young love, dancing together at the arcade, kissing in the rain, come over to his house in secret, type relationship

haechan seems to be especially close friends with foreign swaggers line (mark, johnny, jaehyun) so I’m thinking that perhaps he likes the western vibe

during oshiete Japan, he and Yuta were the only ones who chose to give three roses to a hypothetical ‘lover’ (they had to choose between 4 types of roses to give). the psychologist said that this means haechan is “flirty and attention-seeking” which makes a lot of sense. this adds to my point that he would like someone who gives him a lot of attention and good reactions

during a recent fansign (1/23?) OP asked “what are things girls do that makes you flattered?” to which he answered “when I did something wrong and get scolded, that scary look makes me flattered”. although it’s a bit awkwardly translated, this insinuates that he likes it when he gets scolded by a girl. *jaemin voice* sexayyy. thus, I’m adding that haechan likes a someone strong headed and not afraid to scold him

na jaemin:

confirmed: n/a

my thoughts:

he has a sort of 180 personality where he’s either really energetic or prefers to be in the background. jeno says that jaemin hardly talks at the dorms after schedules because his social battery is dead. this is classic introvert behavior so I think he would vibe well with someone patient and calm

he’s the sweetest boy and he volunteers often for unicef and was even cast to sm while he was volunteering. he’d appreciate someone who shares similar values and likes helping others

I think he often doesn’t think or worry about himself. he goes out of his way to please others and help others and often disregards what he actually wants because of it (i.e. taking his shirt off at the dream show even though he was uncomfortable I’m so sad poor baby). he needs someone who is thoughtful and who reminds him when it’s time to stop and think of himself

looks-wise, I’m gonna be completely honest when I say I think he doesn’t go for looks. personality and morals are key

his favorite member of snsd is tiffany. he never confirmed if she was his ideal type, but perhaps he’s attracted to her bubbly, girly personality

zhong chenle:

confirmed: he’s only into girls (vlive)

my thoughts:

this may be a stretch, but in a live he was doing, chenle was talking about which member of wayv princesses was the prettiest. he said something along the lines of ‘ew they all looked weird’ but later admitted that kun was probably the only one who ‘looked okay’. kun was snow white which brings me to my first prediction which is that lele likes the classic chinese beauty (black hair, pale skin, elegant, gentle)

chenle loves winning and he loves to be praised. although his mbti shows that he’s an introvert, he would crave the full attention of his s/o. someone who looks only at him

during the from home live, he was asked to act out a scenario where he accidentally ate his girlfriend’s food. haechan (who was acting as the girlfriend) went “buy me 10 more” and chenle just went “okay :)”. ngl, kinda fell in love with him then but this makes me think he’d want someone to spoil

park jisung:

confirmed: likes it when people call him 오빠 (oppa) - take this how you will

my thoughts:

debuting at 14, I’m quite sure he hasn’t had the opportunity to have a relationship yet. this being said, he also seems quite innocent and shy which is why I think he would prefer someone who knows what they’re doing and isn’t afraid to speak their opinion

just from vibes, I think he would wanna be with someone like a best friend to him. someone who’s down to just hang out and talk, play video games and watch movies etc.

he’s quite tall (the tallest in dream) so I think he’d actually be ok with a tall person maybe even around the same height as him

maybe not a definite need, but I feel like he’d be impressed by someone who can dance well since dancing is such a big part of his life

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[bonnyskies]

come back to me [sixteen] ⇢ jjk

you’re willing to do anything to save your marriage, even if that meant you’d have to sacrifice your own happiness to do so.

pairing — husband!jungkook x malereader, ft. ceo!jaehyun

genre — angst, sexual themes, idol au, exes to lovers-ish au, open relationship au, marriage au, parents au

series warnings — infidelity (kinda?), swearing, bisexual!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, insecure!reader, unhealthy relationship, unrequited love-ish, slow burn, use of alcohol, mentions of divorce problems, (more could be added in future chapters)

word count — 3k

author’s note — this is the last chapter of the hawaii storyline, everybody.

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“Oh my god, you two kissed—mhm!”

Aerum’s words were muffled from your hand over her mouth. “Can you shut up, please?” You hushed her, eyes darting over at Jungkook who was seated on the sand beside Minho, both building a castle nearly six feet away. “Why are flipping out? It was just a kiss, not a big deal...”

“Just a kiss?” Aerum mumbled questioningly through your hand. “When was the last time you two even kissed each other—a year?”

And when you didn’t reply, that was enough. “So yes, you two kissing is a big deal.”

“So what happened after that?” She continues to ask, the question making you fidget the hem of your swim shirt.

“Nothing,” you answered bluntly. “We just went to bed afterwards—separate beds,” you quickly added, noticing your cousin’s raised brow.

“Oh, really?” Aerum smirked, “So underneath your swim shirt I won’t find marks all over your body, right?”

You shook your head, “Nope.”

You weren’t lying exactly, but you also weren’t telling the full truth. The truth was, is that you and Jungkook almost did go all the way last night.

The memories you two reconnecting your lips and him carrying you to the living room’s couch filled your mind. His shirt discarded on the floor, revealing his toned torso and his hands running along your still fully clothed body while one of your own hands was shoved down his pants, pumping his long, thick—

Stop {Name}, your mind scolded.

If Minho hadn’t woken up and called out for you from your bedroom, you and Jungkook surely would have “done the deed” right on the living room’s couch.

“So, you guys didn’t talk about what you two want after kissing?” More and more questions continued coming out Aerum’s mouth, tearing you out of your thoughts. “Are you two back together then? Is he moving back in with you?”

You shook your head again. “I don’t know.”

“Are you going to talk to him it?”

You stayed silent at first. “It’s not like I don’t want to, it’s just ever since last night me and Jungkook haven’t had any alone time together. This morning we had breakfast with Minho, and right after that my eomma showed up asking if we wanted to go to the beach.”

“Well why don’t you talk to him now?” She asks.

“Because he’s playing with Minho,” you point where they were still building their sandcastle. “They’re busy right now—”

“Hey.”

At the sound of Jungkook’s voice, you and Aerum turned to see him running towards you two, blushing immediately creeping on your cheeks at the sight of his muscular torso.

“Hey,” you replied back softly, lowering your head to hide your flustered expression.

Jungkook grinned, fully aware of your flushed cheeks. “Minho wants some shave ice, do you two want anything?”

“He’ll go with you!” Aerum answers for you, flashing you a quick wink and smile before turning back towards Jungkook. “I’ll go help Minho finish his castle while you two get the shave ice—I want cherry, please.”

Before you could say anything else, she was already walking away and going towards Minho, leaving you and Jungkook alone with each other.

“Alright, let’s go.” He spoke up, eyeing you for a brief moment until you gave him a small nod.

The two of you walking alone together was quite awkward, and tense. But it wasn’t the same atmosphere you two shared in the past. No, it was more like “first-date jitters” instead of “i don’t want to be near this person” kind of feeling.

Occasionally, while walking you would feel Jungkook brush his hand up against yours and on instinct, you would retract yours and keep it firm by your side. You could see the frown that would form on his lips, but you couldn’t help yourself. Ever since last night you felt anxious around him, as if you two were meeting each other again for the first time.

When getting to the stand, you stayed behind Jungkook while he ordered, keeping your eyes focused on the ground until he spoke up, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Hey, what kind of flavor of shave ice do you want?”

“Strawberry, please.” You answered in barely under a whisper, but still loud enough for him to hear.

“—and two strawberries.”

After paying for the shave ice, you and Jungkook began to head back to where your guys’ beach chairs were, which was near where Minho and Aerum are right now. But this time, instead of rushing back you two were taking your time, not wanting to risk dropping any of the shave ices.

“Minho buddy, your shave ice is here!” Jungkook shouted, an instant smile growing on your son’s face as he ran over you two and took both his and Aerum’s shave ice out of your hands, saying a quick “thank you” before going back to his sand castle where your cousin was waiting for him.

You and Jungkook then took your seats beside each other, which happened to be only a couple inches apart. Taking your first bite, your eyes darted towards him, staring at him as he ate his shave ice and watched Minho attempt to build his sandcastle while eating.

Noticing your staring, Jungkook spoke up. “Yes?”

Your eyes widened, “W-What?”

“You’re staring at me.”

“S-Sorry,” you quickly apologized, lowering your head to hide the blush on your cheeks and shoving a spoonful of your shave ice into your mouth.

Jungkook sighed, lowering his cup from his mouth and turning towards you, concern clear in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

When you nodded, still refusing to meet his gaze, Jungkook continued. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

Again, you only nodded.

After a brief silence, Jungkook spoke up again. “I’m sorry for kissing you last night. I shouldn’t have done that, it was wrong for me to do—”

“No, it’s not that!” You quickly interrupted him, eyes wide with panic.

Jungkook stared at you confusingly. “Then, what’s wrong?”

He was positive that what happened last night was the reason for your change in behavior, but perhaps he was wrong.

“The kiss was fine—great even,” you started, “—but what we did after, was wrong. We were moving pretty fast last night and that shouldn’t have happened.”

Jungkook nodded, keeping his head low. “Okay.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to give us another chance because I do,” you quickly add, noticing his expression change. “But we can’t go back to how it was before, at least not now. It’ll take some time until our relationship returns to the way to used to be, ya know?”

“I understand...”

Noticing his frowning expression, you spoke up. “Are you okay with that?”

Jungkook eyes widened and instantly nodded. “Y-Yes, yes! I don’t care if it takes the rest of our lives, I’ll prove to you that I’m worthy to be your husband again.”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter by his words, a smile creeping onto your lips.

You had no idea why you agreed to this.

Since it was everyone’s last day in Hawaii, Aerum and your other cousins decided to have one last get together while your mother and her siblings—your grandmothers went to do something else as well.

So that’s how you ended up in this situation, hanging out on the hotel’s roof with Jungkook and your cousins, playing a naughty version of “Never Have I Ever” together.

“Don’t you think we’re kind of too old to be playing this type of game?” You ask, trying to persuade at least some of your family members out of it.

“Not the way we’re going to be playing it,” one of your cousins stated, smirking.

“Come on, {Name}. It’ll be fun,” your cousin, Eunae reassured you while handing you a beer.

You hesitantly took it, turning your head to Jungkook who was sitting right beside you also accepting a beer from one of your cousins. You didn’t say anything this time, only leaning back against your chair and feeling Jungkook’s other arm brush up against your back from behind your chair.

Jungkook tensed when feeling your back resting against his arm. Not knowing whether or not he was crossing a line, he attempted to pull his arm away but was stopped by your other hand wrapping around his wrist, keeping his arm in place around your shoulders. He glanced down at you for assurance, and when you nodded, he smiled. He even tightened his arm around you and pulled you closer to his body to where your side was nearly pressed up against his.

“Okay, who wants to go first?”

“I’ll go first,” one of your cousins volunteered. “Never have I ever, had sex before marriage.”

You nearly choked on first question while most of your cousins already drank to it.

Already jumping into personal sex questions? Your mind gasped. Not even bothering to have any warm up ones first or anything?

But nonetheless, you took a sip of your beer, along with Jungkook.

“That one was so boring,” one of your other cousins, Sungho complained, taking another gulp of his beer.

“Well, why don’t you try then asshole?”

“I will,” he then scoffed playfully before saying, “Never have I ever, had sex when there were friends around.”

You and Jungkook shared a glance before taking another sip, the brief memory flashing through your mind.

Jungkook just got back from a three month long tour and he couldn’t wait to have you. Despite his hyungs being in the dorms as well, he didn’t hesitate to take you to his room and show you just how much he had missed you while being away.

“Alright, me next.” Eunae then spoke up. “Never have I ever, had sex when there were family members around.”

Again, you and Jungkook drank.

“Oh my god,” Aerum gasps. “When?”

“Which time?” Jungkook teases, making you blush and nudge his side, causing him to glance at you with a small smirk on his lips. “What, I’m just wondering which specific moment she wanted to know.”

“They have a kid, darling.” Derek then mentions, arm tight around your cousin’s waist. “That’s what he meant—”

Jungkook interrupts him, continuing to tease. “Oh, I’m not talking about Minho...”

“S-Stop,” you couldn’t help but chuckle, the amount of blush on your cheeks growing even more.

Noticing your flushed expression, Jungkook bent down and pressed lips against your head, a gesture he did whenever trying to sooth or calm you down. He wasn’t even aware of himself doing it, it was just something that he was so used to doing that it became a habit, an instinct whenever he knew you were either feeling nervous, embarrassed, or even stressed.

“Alright, how about we move on—” Derek tried to say but Sungho cut him off. “No, I’ve got to hear this.”

“You’re disgusting, Sungho.” One of your cousins scoffed while at the same time Aerum said, “No, he’s right. Let’s continue, please.”

“Okay,” Sungho frowned. “Who’s next?”

More and more questions continued to pile in, and they got even more specific, more vulgar. You were grateful that your mother decided to take Minho with her, because there was no way you would allow him to hear all this.

“Never have I ever, had sex in front of any friends or family.”

“Never have I ever, been part of a threesome.”

“Never have I ever, had sex in public.”

“Never have I ever, performed a striptease for my boyfriend or girlfriend.”

“Never have I ever, had sex in car.”

“Never have I ever, joined the mile high club.”

After nearly two dozen questions, you and Jungkook were already on your third bottle of beer while everyone else was still on their first.

“Damn {Name},” Sungho cheered. “Never knew my baby cousin was such an exhibitionist!”

“Gross, Sungho.” Eunae rolled her eyes.

Derek then added, “I also didn’t expect BTS’s golden maknae to be quite a—thrilling person too.”

Jungkook chuckled, “I guess I just needed the right person to bring that side of me out.”

Jungkook found himself glancing down at his shoulder, which where your head was resting at with your eyes closed. “The right person,” he found himself mumbling to himself against your head before pressing another kiss to your scalp. “I should get him to bed, it’s late.”

“Okay, goodnight.” Aerum smiles softly as she watches Jungkook stand up and lift you up into his arms, and began to carry you back to your hotel room. “Oh, and we’re all having breakfast together tomorrow morning before going to the airport.”

Jungkook only hummed in reply before leaving.

Bringing you back to your guys’ hotel room was quite the hassle—and it wasn’t because of your weight, Jungkook never had a problem with that. It was just because while he was carrying you, he himself was slightly buzzed and that made him have some trouble walking down the narrow hallways with you in his arms.

When actually getting into the room and placing you onto your bed, Jungkook nearly forgot how drunk you operates.

Drunk you is really flirty, and quite touchy. Completely different than the normal you that Jungkook fell in love with—but he also wasn’t complaining because this side of you is a complete turn on for him.

“Jungkookie,” your words came slurring out. “Can you sleep with me please,” with your arms still around his neck, you ask.

“You’re drunk, {Name}.” Jungkook tried to pry your arms off of him, but you kept a strong grip on him. “And remember what you said to me back on the beach, we’re taking things slow.”

You groaned loudly, pulling Jungkook down to where his body was now laying ontop of yours. But luckily, he stopped himself from crushing you by resting his arms on both sides of your head, supporting his weight above you.

“Forget what I said,” you whined. “I want you.”

Jungkook swore he felt himself instantly harden underneath his pants from your words. But he couldn’t give into temptation, not when you were finally giving him a second chance, his last chance. “{Name} stop, you’re drunk—”

“When has that stopped you before?” You cut him off with seductive grin on your face, hands moving from their place on the back of his neck to sliding down his clothed torso and stopping at his belt. “Remember all the times we fucked when I was drunk—”

“That was different.” Jungkook stated, standing up from the bed and grasping your hands with his large ones, forcing them down by your sides. “We were a couple at the time, and I was drunk as well during those moments.”

“But please,” you continued to whine, shifting yourself onto your knees so that you were eye level with him. You slipped your hand from his grip and cupped his cheek, slowly bringing him down to meet your lips.

Jungkook instantly melted into your touch, hands resting on your waist as he kissed back, pulling you close against his chest. But that’s all he did to you—kiss you. The moment you two needed air, he was the first to pull away and used his hands on your waist to keep you within arms reach. “We can’t, {Name}.”

You pouted. Just as you were about to argue, the sound of someone knocking cut you off.

“That must be your eomeoni with Minho.” Jungkook guessed, moving his hands from your waist to your shoulders and forcing you to lie down on the bed. “I’ll go get him, just rest, please?”

He didn’t wait for your reply before leaving.

You frowned, but obeyed nonetheless, laying your head down onto pillow and closing your eyes, letting darkness slowly surround you.

Jungkook rushed to the door and opened it, instantly being greeted by your mother with a sleeping Minho in her arms. “Hey eomeoni. How was he?”

“Oh he was good, as always.” She answered, gently handing Minho over to him. “How about you, how was tonight?”

“It was good, fun.” Jungkook shifted Minho so that his son’s head was now on his shoulders. “{Name}’s already asleep.”

Your mother laughed, “He’s such a lightweight.”

Jungkook also chuckled. Tell me about it.

“Well, I should go and let you get some sleep.” Your mother bowed, and just as she was about to leave Jungkook called out for her, making her stop and turn to face him.

“Thank you, eomeoni.” Jungkook said softly, also bowing his head, but not as a farewell like her but as a sign of gratitude. “For everything. If it weren’t you, I’m afraid nothing would’ve changed between me and {Name}.” With his head hung low, he continued. “We would’ve gotten our divorce and—” he paused, feeling his eyes begin to stings. “—just, thank you.”

Your mother smiled, “No problem, sweetheart. Just don’t waste this second chance, okay?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously. “I-I won’t, eomeoni, I won’t.”

Your mother gazed at him one last time before leaving, closing the door behind her.

After changing Minho into his pajamas, Jungkook then carried him to your room which is when his eyes landed on your sleeping figure. He quietly walked over and gently laid him down, pressing a delicate kiss on his forehead before silently making his way out of the room.

Just as he was about to step outside, he then heard a quiet “appa,” making him turn around and see Minho awake, eyes barely open. “Can you sleep with me, please?”

Jungkook was about to decline, afraid that next morning you’d be upset if you found him laying beside you on your bed. But when seeing his son’s wide puppy dog eyes, he couldn’t say no.

“Okay,” Jungkook closed the bedroom door and walked back to the bed. “Move over bubs,” he then said before climbing underneath the bed covers, wrapping his arm around Minho’s body and pulling him close to his chest.

Jungkook couldn’t help but stare at your sleeping figure, heart racing when he suddenly found himself reaching over for you. For some reason, he couldn’t stop his arm from sliding over and slipping around your waist, also pulling you against him. Jungkook at first thought you had woken up when you started shifting, but his heart then skipped a beat when instead he felt your hand on his bicep, fingers digging into his skin, trying to pull him even closer, nearly smothering Minho in the process.

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile, tightening his arm around your waist and leaning over to place a soft, gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Love you, appa.” Minho suddenly whispered into his chest, eyes closed.

A single tear slipped from Jungkook’s eyes. “Love you too, bubs.”

He missed this.

They’re going back home. What do you think is going to happen when they get back?

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[heejinnien]

bts | roses chapter two

word count: 1.8k words

pairing: bts x reader

synopsis: y/n is a member of the seoul behavioral analysis unit. usually, she’s the cat in the typical game of cat and mouse played with the criminals they catch, but when a mysterious string of murders has her on edge, she discovers she’s caught the attention of one of a dangerous criminal — and he’s determined to make her pay for it.

or, not all attention is the good kind.

genre: horror, angst

warnings: yandere themes, descriptions of gore, descriptions of violence, murder, the reader carries a gun because they need to defend themself against bad guys, guns, manipulation, victim blaming, this is overall just a very dark fic

author’s note: i’m sorry this isn’t as long as the other chapters but when i cut the fic into different parts i didn’t split it evenly sksks. like before, the “terms used throughout this fic” section of the masterlist was updated to include terms in this chapter. if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to shoot me an ask or dm, or just let me know your thoughts! i would be happy to explain things to you, and i would also love to hear your feedback or who you think is suspicious. as always, adhere to the warnings and do not read if any of those things trigger you.

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“Are you sure you didn’t see anyone?”

Hoseok sits beside you as officers swarm the small hotel room and the hallway outside it, dusting for fingerprints, searching for any traces of the person who left the letter outside your room.

“No, I didn’t,” you reply, twisting your hands anxiously. “They knocked and I spilled some of my dinner, and by the time I cleaned it up and got to the door the hallway was empty.”

Hoseok nods, thoughtful. “We’ll get the hotel to pull up security footage.”

You both sit in silence, your thoughts swarming. You hope that Hoseok doesn’t ask why you spilled your food. Even though you know he won’t judge you, you still feel the need to present yourself as unphased by this case as the rest of your team. Admitting that you were startled because you had been so wrapped up in sentimentality would be a sign of weakness, and as a female NIS agent you know you can’t afford to show any of it.

“Where’s Namjoon?” You finally ask, voice cutting through the awkward silence that had settled around you.

“He’s back at the station already, adding this to the case notes.”

“You let him know what was happening?” You ask.

Hoseok had been the first to burst down your door, his room sharing a wall with yours and your voice having pierced through the thin wood. The rest of your team followed shortly after, local law enforcement arriving moments after that to process the scene.

“Jin did, he’s in the hallway now.” Hoseok jerks his head in the direction of the open door. Just around the corner of what you can see is where you assume Jin is. If you strain, you can hear his voice, speaking rapidly as he barks out orders to the officers around him.

You nod, bouncing your leg anxiously.

“Hey, it’ll be okay, Y/N,” Hoseok murmurs, giving you a gentle smile and leaning forward to hug you. He wraps his arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth and the soothing comfort he provides. “We’ll catch the criminal, just like we always do.”

You both remain like this for a moment before you pull away. “I’m okay, really,” you say, flashing Hoseok a smile that you hope is more reassuring than you sound. You force the fear and anxiety twisting inside you aside, refusing to let Hoseok see how shaken up you are.

As if sensing this, Hoseok searches your gaze. You force yourself to remain still, forcing the emotions that Hoseok will expect to see into your expression. Collectedness. Unbotheredness.

Hoseok hums as he drags his eyes away from yours, pushing himself to his feet.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay, Y/N,” he says after another moment of pause.

He smiles again, but this time something dark flashes across his gaze. It passes so quickly you’re sure that with your paranoia you imagined it, and you ignore the way Hoseok’s words settle wrongly in your gut, the way that nothing feels right anymore.

“Detective Yeosang.”

You nod your head in greeting at the new detective, quickly shaking his hand and observing the empty lot around you. You cock your head to the side as you snap on a pair of blue gloves, raking your gaze over the Incheon detective.

“Where’s Detective Jaehyun?”

Yeosang gives you a tight smile, voice strained as he says, “Detective Jaehyun was removed from the case this morning for hindering an official investigation. SSA Namjoon was kind enough not to press federal charges against him, but he was still removed.”

You arch an eyebrow at the news, mildly surprised. You hadn’t been informed Jaehyun was taken off the case when your team had assembled that morning, Namjoon assigning everyone a task for the day. You wrack your brain, attempting to remember if you had seen the detective at all that morning, but you come up dry.

“What do you have on the vic?”

Your partner Jin’s voice pushes you out of your thoughts and you force yourself back to the present, returning to your mental crime scene analysis.

“The victim was found around eight this morning by a delivery truck who usually drops food off for one of the local bakeries.”

Yeosang motions for you and Jin to follow him and you do, trailing the detective as he leads you to a narrow brick alley at the edge of the lot. He steps to the side as you and Jin study the alley. The familiar scent of copper and rose makes your throat dry as your mind flashes back to your hotel room, but you close your eyes and exhale, forcing your pulse to slow down and pushing the memory into the recesses of your mind.

“There are more stab wounds than last time,” Jin points out, pointing to the victim’s chest and thighs. “The amount of blood signifies she was killed here.” Jin points to the victim’s head. “Their hair isn’t even black.”

“So the unsub is devolving,” you muse aloud. “Someone or something must have triggered him.”

Jin hums in agreement. “With how deep the stab wounds are, you would almost think that this was a different unsub than the other crimes.”

“What do you mean?” Yeosang asks, frowning. “We have two killers on our hands?”

“Doubtful,” you answer. “When an unsub devolves, they grow sloppier, leaving behind evidence they usually wouldn’t have or changing parts of their MO. In this case, the stabbing and rose are consistent, but the finer details such as the lamb’s blood are missing.”

“What would cause something like that?” Yeosang says, voice raising slightly.

“Maybe something in the unsub’s life went wrong,” Jin suggests, standing and crossing his arms. “A rejection, a loss, maybe. This means that they’ll be sloppier and keep leaving clues that hopefully we can trace back to them.”

“So we just have to wait for him to keep killing until he leads us to him?” Yeosang demands, disbelief and frustration evident in his tone.

“Of course not,” Jin says evenly, despite Yeosang’s rising hysteria. “If you detectives were so worried about the lives of your people, maybe you should have shared all of the evidence in the case with us from early on.”

“That was Detective Jaehyun’s call, not mine,” Yeosang grits out, hands clenched into fists. “I don’t appreciate what you’re implying, Agent Seokjin.”

“I’m not implying anything.”

Jin’s face is cold, tone apathetic as he addresses Yeosang. He arches an eyebrow coldly, continuing, “I’m just saying that maybe if the NIS had all of the facts for this case, we might have been able to find something by now.”

Yeosang sputters, and Jin turns away, already refocusing his attention back on the body. You give the steaming detective a sympathetic smile, bending to pick up the flower resting in the victim’s hands when your skin pricks as though it has been stabbed by the rose’s thorns. You immediately stand and whirl around, but aside from familiar police vehicles and officers, you are met with nothing. Yeosang gives you a questioning look, and you wave your hand dismissively. After another scan of the lot you turn back towards Jin, ignoring his concerned look.

Despite this, you can’t shake the feeling of being watched. 

“Y/N.”

“Namjoon.” You nod at your team’s leader as you pull out a plastic office chair, settling across from the aforementioned man.

“How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” you admit, rubbing your hands against your legs soothingly. “A little spooked, but this isn’t the first time one of us has received a note from one of our unsubs.”

“That’s true,” Namjoon muses. He spins in his chair slowly, twisting enough that you hear the creak of his chair but not enough that his body ever completely turns away from you. He steeples his hands on the mahogany desk in front of him, case files spread across the wooden surface haphazardly.

After a moment, you clear your throat. “I heard that you forced Detective Jaehyun off of this case.”

“I did,” Namjoon says slowly. “He was withholding information from this investigation.”

“I see,” you say, throat dry. Your body fills with nervous energy as you contemplate what to say. Namjoon speaks before you do.

“I was speaking with some of the other BAU members, and we’ve all agreed that the unsub seems to be targeting you.” Namjoon smiles, but it’s devoid of any friendliness. “I’m sure you’ve thought of it by now, right?”

You nod, unable to force yourself to speak, and Namjoon continues. “The NIS Director caught word of the note that was sent to you last night, and he wants you off the case. Conflict of personal interest, he said.”

“If this is about my ability to handle this case, I assure you that I can — ” You say quickly.

“I know.” Namjoon says, holding up his hand and effectively silencing your protests. “Which is why I’m not taking you off this case. But going forward we’re going to need to be honest with each other, okay?”

Somehow, you know that Namjoon is speaking on a level that transcends your current conversation. With a growing sense of dread, you are aware that Namjoon knows that Jaehyun had told you about the notes. You briefly wonder how he knows, if Jaehyun ratted you out. You clench your fists, waiting for a reprimand similar to the one Namjoon most likely gave Jaehyun for not telling your team leader earlier.

It never comes.

You stare at Namjoon silently, unsure of what to say. Seconds stretch on between you. Finally you find strength within you to nod, and Namjoon smiles sharply.

“Good. Now tell me what you and Jin found at the crime scene earlier.”

You stare at the case files, your eyes drooping.

The rest of your team left long ago, hushed whispers and a few worried glances thrown your way. You ignored them, choosing instead to concentrate on the pictures of victims in front of you until your eyes burned tiredly. No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t come up with anything linking the unsub to the victims. You feel so small, so unsure, and this makes everything you had been feeling towards the case worse.

Finally, you sigh, standing and gathering your things. You grab your phone, groaning as the time is reflected on the screen. It’s too late to hail a cab, the method of transportation you had assured the rest of your team you could use to get back to the hotel when they had left earlier.

You idly scroll through your phone’s app store, looking for a rideshare app that you can use to get back to your hotel and pushing open the precinct’s glass doors when your foot collides with something solid. You try to steady yourself, but it’s too late. 

Your hands find purchase with something warm and sticky, and it takes a moment for you to gain your bearings. When you do, your eyes land on a foot. Your eyes follow it to a leg, and then up, up, and when your eyes finally focus on the owner of the foot you scream.

It’s Taehyung.

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[haechanniesunflowers]

NCT 127's reaction to your kid misbehaving with you

Warnings: bratty kids, disrespect, smoking, weight conscious theme, a lil mention of blood, just spoiled kids idk I can't stand bratty and spoiled kids if my future kids ever misbehave with y'all let me know I'ma handle them

Requested by @glossiiipeach

Taeil

Taeil knows how to be a good parent, he's the oldest hyung of 22 other boys. Can't nobody tell him how to handle his kids because he's dealt with Haechan.

He wakes up in the middle of the night and stretches his hand out to hold you, he doesn't feel you there. Getting out of bed he goes to look for you but hears faint voices and follows the source. He's standing outside his 17 year old daughter Jiwoo's bedroom. He's about to knock on the door when he makes out what she's saying.

"mom didn't I just tell you that we're being careful? we're young and don't want a child of course. Why can't you understand that. Now give me back my pills and get out of my room"

"you're 17 Jiwoo. I'm worried about you. What if something goes wrong? And he's not the type to settle down. I don't want you to get hurt please"

"my God mom you're so annoying stop it please leave I'm getting angry"

Taeil can't believe what he's hearing and it's making him lose his mind. He enters Jiwoo's room making her and you shocked. He sees the pills in your hand and looks at Jiwoo. She's beyond embarrassed. Taeil tries his best to contain his anger, taking deep breaths. Nope he can't handle it.

"what's going on?" he asks, not actually wanting confirmation.

"Taeil honey, let me handle this" you say

"does she deserve your compassion y/n? She doesn't even know how to respect her mother, why should I go easy on her?"

Everyone goes silent.

"tell that man to come over tomorrow, I want to meet him. Let's hope he's got some manners because you clearly don't" he says to Jiwoo and leaves the room taking you with him.

Johnny

Johnny is a great partner and parent. He's like a friend to his 14 year old twin sons David and Jacob. They share everything with him, tell him their secrets, their relationship with you guys is built on trust so you guys are cool with each other. But that doesn't mean that they can do anything they're not allowed to do.

You're in the kitchen preparing dinner, Jocob helping you not only because he's closer with you but because he's a member of the family and he knows helping around the house won't make him any less of a man (yes I said equity) you guys taught your children well I'm so proud of you. Johnny comes home an hour early and sets the table (I love this family so much ugh) while Jacob brings the dishes. You go upstairs to wake David up since he said he'll be asleep. You softly knock on the door several times but he doesn't answer so you quietly open the door only to see that he's not in his room. Johnny comes upstairs too to change into comfortable clothes before dinner.

You see the bathroom door open to you wak over and just as you're about to call David's name you see him leaning against the shower wall, smoking a cigarette. In a state of anger and shock you stomp towards him and slapping it out of his hand.

"what is your fucking problem mom" David screams.

Did Johnny hear it right? Are his ears playing tricks on him or did he just hear 14 year old David not only just raise his voice at you but also use a curse word with you. He's there in an instant, face twisting with anger. Someone please save David from Johnny now.

He takes the cigarette from your hand and examines it before turning towards his son. "did you just curse at your mother?" Johnny is scary man. No one says anything.

"we'll talk about the cigarette later. I can't have my boys disrespecting my wife, under my roof. So why don't you repeat it for us, I want to hear it up close". He says.

"no I'm sorry, she scared me" David says quietly.

"oh that's not what I overheard" Johnny says, he won't let him get away with this.

Taeyong

You and him only have one child and have planned to have another when your first born is older. So naturally your 12 year old son Minho was loved and spoiled by everyone around him. He could get away with almost everything. Almost. And disrespecting anyone wasn't on the list of options. You don't let him indulge in technology a lot and send him to the playground instead. You and Taeyong don't realize it sooner that he's surrounding himself with older boys who teach him bad things just for the fun of it.

He comes home one day and straight up yells for you to make him his favorite chocolate shake. "mom make me my favorite drink right now".

You look at your mother-in-law who is visiting you for the weekend and excuse yourself. "Lee Minho where are your manners? Go meet your grandparents" you say glaring at him. He rolls his eyes in return.

"umm no I don't want to right now, and where's my chocolate shake".

"Minho what are you saying, what's wrong with you. I'm telling you to go and-"

"and I said I don't want to. I'll meet them when I want to meet them. Got it?" he says angrily.

Taeyong hears the commotion from his room and comes to see what's going on. He hears the last sentence Minho said and quickly comes closer to you two.

"what was that Minho?" Taeyong asks, his aura dark.

"I don't want to talk to anyone right now and she's forcing me, tell her to stop" Minho is just asking for trouble now.

Taeyong looks at you apologetically and then to his son angrily. "come with me" he says, taking his son by his arm to his room. He's gonna talk some sense into that spoiled kid, oh and he's grounded and Taeyong will personally have a word with those boys Minho's been playing with.

Yuta

We all know our man is woke af and got big brains. He's a friendly but strict father, his sons Hiroto (15) and Fubuki (10) know better than to make him angry. But his daughter Ayame (13) is his weakness and he goes easy on her. Maybe that's why she thinks she can trash talk to you without consequences.

You guys are going to meet Yuta's parents in Osaka and everyone is told to be on their best behavior. Hiroto and Fubuki comply but Ayame has an attitude because she would rather hangout with her friends. Yuta is driving the car and you're in the passenger seat.

"move omg you're touching me" Ayame complains and shoves Fubuki towards Hiroto, the latter sending her a glare.

"Ayame sweetie be nice to your baby brother" you say.

"ugh I don't get why we all have to go. I had to cancel my plans with Aoi and Natsumi. I could meet grandmother and grandfather some other time when I wasn't busy" she complains. You, Hiroto add Fubuki all look towards Yuta to check if this sudden outburst made him angry because it's his parents she's talking about. You can tell by the way he cocks his eyebrow for a second and the way he's gripping the steering wheel that he's getting annoyed. So you decide to tell her to stop.

"Ayame stop complaining, it's not like we meet them every day. They're very sweet and you kids know they love you so much".

"this was your stupid idea wasn't it mom" and with that Yuta stops the car and faces his daughter.

"what makes you think you can talk to her like that" he asks rhetorically. Ayame is speechless, she wasn't expecting this. Yuta thinks the world of you, he's seen you being sick during your pregnancies and the troubles of carrying his children. He's noticed how your body has become weaker and changed. If anything, he loves you even more for being strong and going through it. He's in awe of you and he can't let anyone disrespect you. His brain can't accept it.

"take your words back and say you're sorry right now" he says in a serious tone.

"I'm sorry mom" your daughter apologizes immediately.

Doyoung

Doyoung and you put in extra effort to teach your children the best manners. You guys did succeed but weren't prepared for this surprise. Your daughter Yuna (12) got into a fight with your son Hyunjin (14). It started with them arguing over the remote and escalated to the point where Hyunjin hit her in the head with the remote and pulled her hair. Yuna screamed for you. You and Doyoung were asleep in your room when you heard her scream. You quickly got out of bed and ran to see what had happened. Yuna came running into your arms, crying hysterically. Doyoung followed you, confused and scared. He sees Yuna in your arms crying her eyes out and you're scolding your son.

"Hyunjin how dare you hit your sister"

"it's not like she wasn't a part of it, I was watching the game and she tried snatching the remote from my hand"

"does that mean you hit her head and pull her hair? You're so mean apologize to your sister"

"no shut up" he says annoyed and immediately covers his mouth.

"hey! you shut up and go to your room, you're grounded until I say so" Doyoung says before you could say anything.

Hyunjin runs to his room with his hands still covering his mouth and spilling apologies to you.

Doyoung picks Yuna up and takes you both to your room, calming her down and promising her that he will scold Hyunjin.

"I'm sorry" he says to you, squeezing your hand feeling embarrassed that your son disrespected you.

Jaehyun

Such a loving husband and father and an only child, he did everything in his power to make you two happy. He spoiled not only you but his daughter as well. Ever since Jisoo was born, she has been the apple of everyone's eyes. Your parents, Jaehyun's parents and you two all loved her to no end. She got whatever she wanted. This soon got to her head and now she was 15 and asking for a Prius. It was an absurd request because 1, she doesn't know how to drive, 2, she's not legally supposed to drive and 3, what does she even need the car for. You both turn down her request. She's not having any of it.

She's stopped eating and stays in her room all the time. You're both very concerned but you know her wish can't be granted so you try to cheer her up.

You two are in her room sitting on her bed, she's on her phone. You start talking.

"Jae the lobster you prepared looks amazing and I bet it tastes perfect too, if only Jisoo could accompany us at the dinner table, we could taste it", you say.

Jisoo sighs "all I hear is blah blah blah"

"come on y/n, let's have lobster for dinner because Jisoo clearly doesn't have enough appreciation for the hard work put in and she doesn't have proper manners so we'll leave her to think about what she said and when she's ready to apologize, she can come join us at the dinner table" he says taking you out of the room with him.

Winwin

What did I say about OT10 hmm? We have no choice but to stan.

He's the sweetest most gentle man ever I swear just look at him. Everyone loves him so much. He doesn't look like the type to get angry so it really takes a lot to get him there.

He's sitting on the couch reading his group chat texts and you're sitting on the floor with you 16 year old son Minghao, playing a video game. You're better at it than him and you aren't gonna lose just because he's your son. You're about to win when he throws his controller and unplugs the game, making you let out an annoyed cry.

"what gives" you say

"mom can you stop, you're being annoying ugh"

"hey watch it" you warn him and he pushes the books off the shelf in annoyance.

"y/n let's go out for a walk. It'll give Minghao enough time to think about his actions and clean up the mess he's made".

Yup you both really left him to clean it.

Jungwoo

You guys have a pretty strong relationship and everyone can see that. You're there for each other and help the other whenever they need it. Plus you have two beautiful daughters Chaein (16) and Dami (14). Your family is cute, soft and savage. Yikes

Your daughters are very very close with you and won't dare to disrespect you and they often joke around with you.

Ever since you had your girls, you've struggled to lose weight. Your body had gotten weak after child birth so you needed everything to stay healthy but you couldn't seem to lose weight, you didn't have the energy to. You sometimes felt conscious standing next to your husband but he always reassured you that you look perfect and he's maintaining his weight because of his job. You didn't need to be conscious but you couldn't help it.

You had a lot of work to do that day so you constantly had to go up and down the stairs. At one point you had had enough so you stood there trying to catch your breath. Your daughter Dami also came down and was using her phone so she bumped into you.

"my God mother move! you've really let yourself go"

"that's not very nice of you Dami" Jungwoo says coming up the stairs to help you.

"I was joking dad" Dami says.

"we don't joke about these kinds of things in this household" Jungwoo informs and Dami says she's sorry to both of you.

"ooo busted" Chaein comments from her room.

Mark

You and Mark had a similar nature. You both found it hard to get angry but it was easy when it was at Haechan lmao let the boy breathe

Mark was pretty chill with his family and you guys joked around a lot but nothing too serious.

You were currently in the kitchen losing your marbles over Mark destroying the eggs and using a metal spoon on a non stick pan yup he scraped it alright.

"just watch me do it y/n I think I finally got it"

You're sitting still, internally crying over the ruined pan.

"see? I told you I got it" Mark says proudly, putting the destroyed egg on the plate, sprinkling some salt and pepper on it.

"Mark what is this supposed to be, and you ruined my pan. You said you were going to be careful with it. I'm physically in pain just looking at it" you say jokingly. The damage had been done you why not joke about it.

"oh come on mom it's just a pan stop being so over dramatic about it" says your 12 year old son Levi.

"hey don't be sassing around got it? Especially not with your mother and me" Mark says in a serious tone with his finger pointed to his son.

"sorry mom and dad" Levi says.

Haechan

If you thought he's annoying, you've got another thing coming. Say hello to your sons Changmin and Subin. A combination of Haechan and you.

You love them to death but sometimes it gets too much and you need your husband to control them. It's one of those times. They're running around the house with sticks in their hands. You're trying to stop them to keep them from hurting themselves because those sticks are pointy but they're not listening to you at all. You try stepping between and Subin (10) accidentally runs into you with the the stick pointed towards you. It pierces the skin of your leg, drawing blood. You let out a yelp and clutch your wounded leg. Changmin (12) screams for Haechan once he sees the blood. He immediately comes running and gives you first aid. He asks you how it happened and Subin answers it himself.

"I was playing with Changmin and mom decided to butt in!"

Haechan glares at him and is about to school him but you hold his wrist and shake your head no. He sighs and thinks of better words.

"that's not how to speak about your parents kids" he says, disappointed.

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[jaehyunspeachparty]

daddy jaehyun

iv.xlviii. Jaehyun’s working day (a)

a/n: Hey, I’m back. After a break I feel now better to write again and let me say one thing I MISSED YOU GUYS ❤ the last weeks were pretty hard for me and I no room in my head to write. But now I had a new idea and I want to be back. And I’m also thinking about to make a discord channel to talk with you guys about the story and other Jaehyun things (for example his dramas). What do you think about it? ❤

4 am For Jaehyun, work was on his plan and the filming for the new drama started again. He always had to leave early and didn't come home until very late. In the morning the twins were still with you because you had to breastfeed Kiwoo. Most of the time you pick them up at 4 a.m. and they were with you for a while. Jaehyun especially enjoyed this time. Kiwoo was on his chest and he knew he had to go. Every time it was a struggle for him to leave the house. He wanted to put his youngest son with you very slowly but he immediately began to cry. Kiwoo already knew that his father would go and he knew that he would not see him for a very long time. "Don't cry, I'll try to be back soon." He knew it was a lie. The work took longer and longer and he felt guilty. "Kiwoo please ..." When he took the boy back to himself, he calmed down again. Jaehyun was torn, he was already too late for work. But as soon as he moved away from his son, Kiwoo began to cry again. At some point you notice this back and forth and you turn to him sleepily. "Hey, give him to me." You stretch out your arms and lay your boy on your chest. Kiwoo was now calm again and looked at you excitedly. "Thank you. I love you," he said, kissed you and quickly left the house.

6 am It was really difficult for Jaehyun to work without his children. He hated being gone for so long and had the guilty conscience of failing as a father. "Hey, are you okay?", Minu, his co-actress, asked him and smiled gently. She noticed that he was absent and could hardly be spoken to. "Yeah .... Kiwoo just lies with me every morning and he cries every time I leave him .... It's really not easy every morning right now." Jaehyun sighed and took a sip of his coffee. "Kiwoo is your youngest son, isn't he?" She asked and Jaehyun nodded. "Yeah, actually it's Geon, but they are twins. Kiwoo came first, half an hour later Geon." He had to smile when he thought of the time when they were so little. They were so tiny and looked so inhuman when they were born. Still, they had grown so well and he always wondered how these two boys had room in your belly. "Wow, your wife must have done a lot," said Minu and smiled. "Yes, she really gave everything with all of our children." It hit Jaehyun even more that he cannot be with you. The weather was so nice and he would have loved to go out with Miga and Sunoh and they could have romped around at the playground. "I would really like to get to know her and your family," Minu says, but Jaehyun didn't find the idea that exciting. "Minu, that's not personal, but we're playing a couple in the drama and my wife doesn't think it's great that we kiss several times. I really want to separate my professional and private life." Jaehyun looked at her a little worried, but Minu nodded. "No problem, is understandable." But she got up immediately and left the room.

9 am During his first break, Jaehyun called you right away. He wanted to know whether Kiwoo was happy again and whether everyone else was fine. "We're having breakfast," you say, and put the iPad on the table so that Jaehyun could see everyone on video. "Mummyyyyy .... juice!" Sunoh stretched out his arms and you got him something to drink. "What do we say when we want something?" You look at your son admonishingly. "Pleaseeeeee." Sunoh's eyes widened and Jaehyun had to laugh. He was happy, if only digitally, to be a part of it. "Have you already filmed?" You ask him and now sit down at the table. "No, I was only in the mask so far. I'll wait that they call me." Jaehyun glanced to the side and made sure that he still had time. "Dada?" Geon suddenly looked up at you, recognizing his father's voice. "Yes! There is Dada!" You point to the screen where Jaehyun waved. "Good morning Geon." When the boy heard his father's voice, he began to squeak with joy. "Yes, you are happy." You brush his hair aside and smile. "And how is Kiwoo doing?" Jaehyun still felt guilty from the morning. "Kiwoo is fine. He's taking a nap. Don't worry." You knew he was sad because Jaehyun struggled with it every morning. "I just want to be with you." Jaehyun was really sad because he knew that there would be a few more days of shooting. "You'll be back with us very soon. We can do it." You also try to be positive, even if it was difficult for you too. "Jaehyun, you have to get to the set now." One of the staff came into his room and Jaehyun had to leave. "Okay, I have to work. I love you all," he said quickly before hanging up.

12 am Jaehyun didn't like the scene he was supposed to play today. It was a romantic scene where he and Minu were comfortably sitting on the couch, arm in arm. But it felt so wrong that the woman in his arms and chest wasn't you. "Yes, because I love you," Jaehyun acted, trying his best, but the team wasn't happy. "What's going on today? Jaehyun, every potato could show more love than you do today," said the director and sighed. "I know, I know ... let's do it again." Jaehyun sat up and put his arm around Minu again. She snuggled up against him and he was amazed at how well she was acting because it felt so real with her. "Yes, because I love you." He looked down at her and she looked at him with wide eyes. "Yes?" "Yes!" He stared at her and her face slowly came closer. It wasn't a kissing scene yet, he knew that, but he already felt like he was cheating on you. "Am I bothering you with something?" The third actress was added, who played Minu's roommate. "And CUT!" The director then shouted and rolled his eyes. "Jaehyun! That was a disaster. With music and light we can still manage it, but I hope the next scenes will be better." Jaehyun felt bad on both sides now. "I'm sorry. I'll do better." He bowed his head and hoped the day would pass quickly.

3 pm When Jaehyun later looked at his phone, he saw a few photos Miga sent him from your phone. He had to laugh because Miga was having a lot of fun with her brothers and he also knew that you must be angry that she wasn't doing her homework. "The twins already look so big," said the hairdresser, who often accompanied Jaehyun for shows or dramas. "Yes, I can watch them grow." Jaehyun laughed and looked at the photos. "When my son was born, it seemed to me that every time I slept, he just grew two inches." The hairdresser smiled and showed then also a photo of her son. But before Jaehyun could say anything, Minu came in. "Hey Jaehyun." She sat down on the table in front of him and grinned. "Hi Minu, is there anything?", Jaehyun asked surprised, but she shook her head. "No, I'm on break right now." She grinned and slowly rocked her legs. "Oh ... okay. Have you already eaten?", He asked surprised and Minu started to giggle. "You care about me! Yes, I've already eaten." Jaehyun was a bit surprised by her statement and her suddenly childlike behavior, so that he was quite embarrassed. "Um ... very good ..." he stuttered, but the hairdresser can no longer listen to it. "I have to blow dry Mr. Jung now." And before Minu could say anything, she switched on the loud hair dryer. Minu looked at her in surprise and waited a little longer, but the hairdresser took her time, so that Jaehyun's scalp burned a little. At some point Minu understood that it would take even longer and left the room again. "I know, I'll be the last to say that ..." The hairdresser switched off the hairdryer and gave Jaehyun a serious look. "But this girl is the devil." She sighed and hoped she had no regrets. "What?" Asked Jaehyun and was quite surprised. "Just that she's not that nice otherwise ..." She pressed her lips together and then quickly ran away.

8pm When Jaehyun looked at his phone, he saw that Sunoh and Miga had already wished him good night. He had missed their calls again because the filming had taken much longer. His feelings of guilt grew to infinity and he didn't know how long he could endure it. He packed his things and hoped that he would make it home in time, that he could at least talk to you a little longer. "Jaehyun." Minu suddenly jumped in front of him and grinned. Jaehyun was just tired and wanted to go home. He didn't mean to be rude, but Minu was particularly stressful today. "Minu?" He asked surprised and held his car key tight. "Me and some of the grew going to have another drink. Would you like to come with us?" "I'm sorry, I'm hardly home and I have to drive home for at least an hour." "You can sleep at my place. I have a guest room", she suggested and Jaehyun stroked his forehead. "Minu, I'm really sorry. But I have babies at home who don't have a sleep schedule and a woman I would still like to see, unfortunately I don't have time for that." Jaehyun sounded stricter than expected, but he was tired, stressed, and plagued with guilt. "I'm ... so-so sorry." Her eyes were glassy and she looked like she was about to cry. "Minu ... it wasn't meant badly. The day was hard today ... I'm sorry ..." Jaehyun tried to clarify everything, because he didn't need any stress at work either. "No, I'm sorry. Have a nice evening with your wife." She then suddenly smiled and then turned around. Jaehyun was totally surprised for a moment, but he didn't want to waste any more thought. He got into his car and drove off.

10 pm You sleep already, but only lightly because you could never sleep well if Jaehyun was not with you. The TV light was still flickering because you needed some kind of noise that was in the background. But then the door opened and Jaehyun finally came to you. "I'm sorry I was so late. It was a construction site on the freeway and then a traffic jam ... I'll take another route tomorrow." He looked at you sadly, but you don't say anything and just kiss him. You were just happy to have him with you, to feel him, to smell him. You hug him as tightly as you could and never wanted to let go of him. "I missed you so much ..." he mumbled into your neck. But something about his voice worried you. You look at him and see how his eyes were red and glassy. "Jaehyun ... is everything okay?", You ask him worried and stroke his cheek. "No ..." He bowed his head because he didn't want you to see him like that. He didn't want you to have to worry about him too. "Jaehyun ... I can see that you are not doing well." But the few hours that he had with you he didn't want to talk to you about all of this. "Can we just lie there and just cuddle?" He asked, looking at you with puppy eyes. You weren't sure because you don't want him to suppress his feelings. But he looked so exhausted and talking about his feelings can be very exhausting. "Okay ..." you say gently and stroke his back.

daddy jaehyun masterlist

#jaehyun #daddy jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun jung #jaehyun angst #nct #nct 127 #nct 2020 #nct u fluff #nct u #nct angst #jaehyun fluff #nct fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 angst

[kunxcii]

nct social media au favorites / recommendations pt 2

click here for pt 1! this has been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks so i decided to finally finish it up and post it so that all of u socially responsible people staying home will have something to binge. listed in the order i read them but also sorted by member in age order. asterisk (*) = favs. (ongoing!) = incomplete at the time i posted this. (neutral ending) = if u care that ending may not be happy or yn x member may not end up together, sorry if i spoiled it.

had to search pretty far and wide for these so i doubt there will be a pt 3 - also i’m currently on a cdrama/cvariety fix lol. as usual, be my friend! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

✰ multiple paths / mystery member ✰

friendship (multi: jaehyun, johnny, lucas) by jxngolas

all i need (ongoing!) by peachysicheng

✰ taeil ✰ (none)

✰ johnny ✰

streak breaker by softtm (neutral ending)

i’m so in love by romanticwyh

✰ taeyong ✰

*muse by jenoptimist

cloud 9 by bunny-doyounq

angel by sugaaasweet

is he an angel or a devil? by asteriaguk

fool by yongtxt

✰ yuta ✰

doctor, doctor by jaeculturetechnology

yes chef by butterbeeryuta

laces and things by butterbeeryuta

coming home by cupofjae

pâro (ongoing!) by jenoptimist

let me love u (ongoing!) by bunny-doyounq

airdrop (ongoing!) by taehunnies

✰ kun ✰ 

talking to the moon by dearncityy

not alone (ongoing!) by cupofjae

✰ doyoung ✰

*don’t need your love by cupofjae

*sanctuary by bunny-doyounq

anti by softtm

dear no one by dearncityy

sunflower by jaeehyuns

forced by radianthyuck (can’t find last chapter anywhere)

*where u at? (on hold) by suhdone

✰ ten ✰

collaboration by onflowerpaths

✰ jaehyun ✰

*tongue tied by peachysicheng

the breakfast club by kkuljaehyun

fly away with me by cupofjae

welcome to my playground by cupofjae

deep water by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

*balance of us by solecize

young elites by markeu-lii

hericane by weishenv

breathless by peachyuns

the games you play by fluffyjenope

through the night by jaeehyuns (neutral ending)

pretty reckless by yukhheis (neutral ending)

roller skates by hhjwrld

the beauty within (ongoing!) by justwinwin

end to start (ongoing!) by bunny-doyounq

✰ winwin ✰

different skies by dearncityy

✰ jungwoo ✰

5:05 by jaeehyuns

la vie en rose by haechanhearts

✰ lucas ✰

playboy by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

unrequited love by textingwithnct

*do you think about me too? by byunnct

you & i by leejenopes (some links don’t work, scroll on blog)

slam (ongoing!) by wereseoyoung

keep yourself alive (ongoing!) by sushi-xuxii

the librarian (ongoing!) by princekunge

✰ mark ✰

game over by jenoptimist

connected by treerachas

mona lisa by weishenv

*unexspected by hyucksupremacist (neutral ending, i shed tears tho it was so good) (some links may not work so you’ll have to search on the blog or replace hyuckcryptid with hyucksupremacist)

*game over by kettlewrites

easy as pie by nctzen-mess

*yours by wereseoyoung

flickering by fluffyjenope

*vintage by yongtxt

how to get the boy (ongoing?/ neutral ending) by yojeongin

clueless (coming soon) by chicagoletters (suhdone remade)

✰ xiaojun ✰

*the muse by princekunge

*just before sunrise by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

2 fast  by markftmingi

play pretend (ongoing!) by dreamingxuxi

✰ hendery ✰

rags & riches by markftmingi

*love talk by jxngolas

✰ renjun ✰

replay 1:27pm by jxngolas

celebrity crush by ncttrinities

art tour ltd. by ncttrinities

coffee & water paints by kettlewrites

catfished! by heartjwi-main

love maze by aiurjins

wistful by treerachas

youtuber!renjun by poutyjwoo

*the one where renjun gets kissed by ncttrinities

*the rich truth: away we happened (ongoing!) by ncttrinities

history is a bench (ongoing!) by butterbeeryuta

✰ jeno ✰

more than friends by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

love club by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

badlands by poutyjwoo

our first and last dance by tinybinnie

reckless behavior by fentyyoons (unmarked tw ch 28-29)

habits by nanaluvie (neutral ending)

adore u by hhjwrld

119 (ongoing!) by ncttrinities

dear you, (ongoing!) by matterhalos

✰ haechan ✰

*heartbreaker by jxngolas

to him by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

my page by lysyuta

stoned by haechanhearts

remember me by seofthours

rewind by heartjwi-main

sunflower by softtm

sweet revenge by starsuhh

fingers crossed by treerachas (some links may not work so search on blog)

summer of ‘69 (ongoing!) by radianthyuck

place your bets (ongoing!) by hyukcieee

✰ jaemin ✰

puzzle by nationaldoyoungday

what family says, goes by hyukcieee

timeless by lysyuta

put me on by hyucksupremacist (some links may not work so you’ll have to search on the blog or replace hyuckcryptid with hyucksupremacist)

what i hate like about you by kettlewrites

*ferris wheel by yedarnit

what i like about you by neomrk

money talk by tinybinnie

a tail worth telling by rosehyck

playing the part by nctzen-mess

*my first and last by jxngolas (sequel to heartbreaker)

falling, hard by fentyyoons

*dead lover’s society by atrabiliousse

fashion friends by xiaocity

twelve days of christmas by lovieskihyun

✰ yangyang ✰

siren by dearncityy

the lab partner by princekunge

let me love you (ongoing!) by jxngolas

✰ chenle ✰

i’m so bad for you by neomrk

*turf war by hyucksupremacist

✰ jisung ✰

flower cafe by poutyjwoo

by my side by nctzen-mess

*my first and last by lysyuta

why not me, the dancer by heartjwi-main (some links link to wrong ch, search on blog)

hieraeth by heartjwi-main (sequel to why not me, the dancer) (some links link to wrong ch, search on blog)

along the lines of (ongoing!) by heartjwi

✰ non-nct ✰ (mostly from authors whose nct work i’ve read)

*bad guy ft. pentagon yanan by markftmingi

*crush culture ft. stray kids hyunjin by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

*somebody else ft. ateez yunho by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

*money talks ft. seventeen jun by dahyunminggyu

*big reputation ft. nine percent xukun by dahyunminggyu

plot twists ft. stray kids bang chan by desertskz

*do re mi ft. bts jungkook by taeyegu

l.c.t ft. bts jungkook by peachyuns

*bad at love ft. seventeen wonwoo by sankyeom

online ft. stray kids hyunjin by hhjwrld

find my iphone ft. bts yoongi by ediblesuga

*stay and cook ft. bts jungkook by firebettercallnct

*press start ft. bts jungkook by lovelyyyoongi

*keep it fruity ft. seventeen maknae line by cupidhaos

honeysuckles and dewdrops ft. stray kids hyunjin (ongoing!) by strawberryjmilk

#nct social media au #nct #wayv #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv social media au #wayv sm au #nct sm au #nct blurbs #nct imagines #nct scenarios #johnny #taeyong #yuta #kun #doyoung #ten #jaehyun #winwin #jungwoo #lucas #mark #xiaojun #hendery #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #yangyang #chenle

[tyonfs]

8+9 with Taeyong please 🥺💗

8 ▸ “keep acting like a brat and i’ll take you right here, right now, in front of all these people.”

9 ▸ “save your breath. you can scream at me all you want when i’m between your legs.”

warnings: profanity, smut, oral sex

a/n: thank you for requesting from dialogue prompts anon !! i'm so sorry for taking so long to get to this! idk why anything but soft taeyong is so hard for me to write but i hope you enjoy enemies to lovers!taeyong <3 also imsosorryyutailoveyou

10:54 p.m. ▸ The night was ruined when you locked eyes with Lee Taeyong.

“No fucking way.”

You knew your luck had been running too good for too long. Something had to go wrong eventually, but you didn’t expect to become this unfortunate. And for Johnny Suh, your best friend, to be the one introducing you to the ghost of your past was as good as him jabbing a knife into your back.

You only accompanied Johnny to the college party because you wanted to let loose for a night. However, you didn’t expect him to invite Taeyong of all people. You should’ve known better since Johnny had kindled an unexpected friendship with your enemy, and you were sure this was all because of Jaehyun.

Screw Jeong Jaehyun for being such a social butterfly.

Taeyong’s face went pale when he saw you. “Oh my god,” he mumbled, eyes trained on you as he battled a torrent of emotions. 

“I take it you guys know each other,” Johnny said, a touch awkward. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’ll leave you two to work out whatever’s going on then.”

Johnny fled from the scene before you could curse at him. He was three shots in and desperate to get away from the tension before the both of you killed his buzz. Now you were left with a seething Taeyong and no one to cower behind. 

The only reason you two hated each other’s guts was because of some silly high school feud between the two of you. Taeyong and you were best friends once, but his feelings ran deeper than that. Yours did too at one point, but the longer you two stayed friends, the more you realized that it was all you’d ever be. Taeyong gave you the cold shoulder when you got into a relationship with his best friend, Yuta Nakamoto, but then when you broke up with Yuta, he utterly despised you. 

You had to admit that you made mistakes, though. There were countless times where you insulted Taeyong in a drunken state while you were dating Yuta, calling him a coward and a fool when you found out he liked you. You also didn’t think he quite appreciated the time when you broke up with Yuta and told him to fuck off when he tried to offer consolation. 

You were a bitch, but he was a bitch back, and the two of you never got along since then. 

“You don’t even go here, Taeyong.” You scowled. “I don’t wanna hear it tonight.”

You hated to admit that he looked good. Taeyong was a heartthrob even in high school, but there was something about him now that made something curl deep within you. He had grown into his features and his newfound confidence radiated from him in waves. College changed him in subtle, yet attractive ways. 

“I was invited,” Taeyong replied curtly, looking you up and down. His gaze made you feel hot and it pissed you off. “So you’re with Johnny now, are you?”

“We’re friends,” you replied, narrowing your eyes at him. “What’s it to you?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he mumbled.

“Please,” you started with a haughty scoff, “like you wouldn’t drop your pants in a second if I got on my knees.”

Red crept up Taeyong’s neck as he choked on his saliva for a moment. “God, you’re as insufferable as ever.”

You rolled your eyes and your gaze went unfocused when you saw a certain individual standing by the kitchen. Taeyong seemed to take notice of the distant look in your eyes and frowned. He snapped his fingers in front of your face, studying your expression, but you didn’t budge. He glanced over his shoulder and you could see the metaphysical wheels spinning in his head.

Yuta Nakamoto.

You didn’t expect your old flame to also be at the party, and you wanted him gone. You were ready to give Jaehyun an earful for his questionable guests, but the thought of going anywhere near your ex-boyfriend had you frozen in place. It wasn’t like you broke up with him for no reason, after all. You were absolutely sick of his controlling behavior and needed to end things before he had turned you into a puppet. 

Your breath caught in your throat when Yuta started to turn his head.

“Yuta and I haven’t talked in a long time, so you can chill,” Taeyong was explaining.

“Taeyong, shut up and kiss me,” you breathed out.

Taeyong was a mix between shocked, confused, and flustered when he asked, “What?”

“Kiss me,” you replied hurriedly, hands moving to cup his face. “Please.”

Taeyong didn't waste a second to press his lips to yours. Your lips fit perfectly with his, and you soon realized your body did too when he pulled you closer by the waist. Whether it was for the better or worse, Taeyong was a great kisser. Unfortunately, it made you want more, but you were positive Taeyong also did by the way he was holding you.

He pulled you even closer after you pulled away. “Upstairs?” he mumbled against your lips.

“And if I don’t go?” you teased him, a smirk playing at your lips. The truth was, however, that you wanted him, and you wanted him bad.

Taeyong growled at your words. “Keep acting like a brat and I’ll take you right here, right now, in front of all these people.”

You were trying to process this new side of Taeyong you had never seen, and you wondered where it had been all your life.

You nodded, letting him take your hand and drag you upstairs into one of the empty rooms. He didn’t make an effort to tear his lips from yours, though. Taeyong chased the kiss even when you pull away and try to walk properly, but you ended up just going with it and let him lead the way. 

Taeyong reluctantly pulled away to open the door to a room, fumbling with the doorknob a few times. As soon as you were inside, he pinned you to the door. You gasped, reaching your hand down to lock the door before Taeyong attached his lips to the tender skin of your neck.

“God, I hate you so much,” you whimpered out as he bit down at the junction of your neck and shoulder. His hips rolled up against yours and you whined softly.

“Save your breath. You can scream at me all you want when I’m between your legs.”

Before you could say anything in retaliation, Taeyong was already tugging down your panties by the waistband, sliding them down your thighs. He pocketed them, to which you raised an eyebrow at, and lowered down to his knees. Your breath hitched while he held your thighs, diving to eat you out like a man starved.

You grabbed onto the doorknob for leverage, eyes wide at the immense wave of pleasure that followed. When you were friends with Taeyong, the two of you never talked about your sex lives much, but that was mainly because you were sure Taeyong would just be jealous if you told him anything. He was amazingly good at what he was doing, however, and you wondered how much practice he got. 

His tongue dug deeper inside of you and relished the wonderful contractions of your walls. You were a moaning mess, backed up against the door with Taeyong bringing you closer to your edge. Your eyes were brimming with tears as he circled your clit with his thumb, letting you fall into your first orgasm with no warning. 

You had to catch your breath as Taeyong watched you carefully, clearly enjoying the fucked-out expression on your face. You were almost scared he was going to walk out of the room and go back to completely ignoring you, but he rose to his feet and held your hips gently.

“My place,” he said, to which you hummed at in reluctant agreement. 

“Shouldn’t we talk about... us? About Yuta? About everything?” you suggested. “I mean, I think we both have some explaining to do.”

“We have the car ride back home for that,” he explained.

“You really think we’re going to fix all of our problems in one car ride to your apartment?”

“Sure we can. We’ll have plenty of time to talk when we make all those pit stops along the way.”

“Why are we making pit stops?” you asked, and then your eyes clouded over with realization. “Oh my god. Taeyong, you’re an animal.”

You didn’t have room to judge him, though, because you enjoyed every single one of those pit stops and all of the et ceteras that followed when you reached his place. 

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[ppangjae]

ordinary people | j.jaehyun

Summary | Jaehyun’s parents are coming home for Christmas and he may have made the biggest mistake of telling them he has a ‘girlfriend’. Insert you, his best friend, who so happens to be the only girl he knows and trusts. You, on the other hand, would have never expected Jaehyun to show up at your door at two in the morning with nothing but a proposition; to be his fake girlfriend. And man, are you in big trouble.

Genre | fluff, angst, slow burn, fake dating!au + friends to lovers!au + ceo!jaehyun (because why TF not??)

Word Count | 18.3k+ words (oof almost made it to the estimated count of ~20k)

Warnings | lots of bickering!

author’s note: it’s finally here! this took longer than i had initially thought, but i’m just glad that it’s done. this is literally the first one shot on this blog, so let’s make it official :-) 

It's an early Sunday morning when Jung Jaehyun shows up at your door. There's an unusual feeling in your gut for he shows up in casual clothing. His usual business attire is replaced with a loose black hoodie and a pair of jeans. He also shows up with a lopsided smile spread across his lips, a smile that you know so well and what it truly meant. But you're too tired to even bother. 

"Hey," he greets you, and you lean against the door-frame to look up at him with a questioning gaze. "Can I come in?"

You glare at him. "It better be worth my time, Jaehyun. It's two in the morning and do you know what my eyes are begging me to do? Yes, that's right, sleep."

"I won't take too much of your time, I promise." He reassures you and you squint your eyes at him before moving aside to let him in.

He makes his way inside your apartment, entering into your small living room to take a seat on your couch. At this point, the sleep in your eyes have been rubbed away and you begin to notice his unusual behavior. You raise an eyebrow suspiciously. 

"Wait, first of all, why are looking at me like that?" You question while folding your arms.

He scratches the back of his neck, confessing, "I may have made a big mistake."

"You jeopardized your company?" You blurt out with eyes wide like saucers. Now you're really awake. Jaehyun panics, vigorously shaking his head. 

"What? No! Of course I wouldn't do that! My parents would kill me!" He exclaims and you sigh with relief. "Just listen to me first, now would you?"

You take this as an opportunity to take a seat beside him. As he watches you get comfortable on the couch with him, he winces to himself. Once he tells you what he's done, he knows for a fact that you'll be cussing him out. 

"My parents are coming home for Christmas," he begins and your face softens.

"Aw, that's so sweet of them, you get to spend Christmas together—"

"And I may have told them that I have a girlfriend." He interrupts you. The both of you stare at each other for a couple of seconds before you let out a snort. 

"But—But you don't have a girlfriend." You stifle a giggle, but when he lets out a frustrated groan, you burst out into laughter. 

He whines, begging you to stop laughing at him. "It's not funny!"

Your laughter dies down and you grow confused. "Wait, but why are you telling me this now? You could've told me this through text—"

It then hits you. You eat up your words and stop mid-sentence. Jaehyun looks at you with a nervous smile. His hands are clammy and sweaty out of nervousness. 

"That's the problem. First of all, I don't have a girlfriend. Second of all, I told my parents that I have a girlfriend. And last but not the least—"

"They're coming home for Christmas and they want to meet your supposed girlfriend." You finish it off for him, and he claps his hands together. 

"Bingo!" He exclaims until he falls hesitantly silent. He glances at you sheepishly. "So, do you want to be my fake girlfriend?"

"Huh? No!" You get up from the couch, looking down at him as if he's gone insane. "Do you think they're going to believe you? They know me as your best friend, your childhood best friend, and not as your girlfriend!"

"But you're the only one I trust!" He pouts. You shake your head. "Come on, Y/N, it'll only be for a couple of weeks—"

"No." You cut him off. "Find someone else, Jaehyun. They're not going to believe you—"

"Y/N, please?" He begs you with those puppy eyes and you tear your eyes away from him. Those eyes always get the best of you, but this time, you're not going to let them work its magic. "Please?"

"Jung Yoonoh," you raise an eyebrow. You shake your head. He frowns. Whenever you call him by his name, he knows that you're serious. "No. It's final."

He sighs in defeat. "Okay, fine, I understand. I guess I'll just make something up somehow."

"Yes, you sure will." You fold your arms. "Besides, it shouldn't be that hard finding someone, right? You're a CEO, shouldn't be hard. Ask your secretary, I'm sure she'll say yes without hesitation."

He whines while you try to push him out the door. As he digs his socked feet to the floor, the force of you pushing him is causing him to slide across the whole apartment. 

"You say that like it's the easiest thing to do."

"Trust me, it'll be easy finding someone." You finally push him towards the door. With defeat, he opens the door and steps out of your apartment himself. He turns around to face you and give you those same puppy eyes. You shake your head for the nth time. "I'm not going to give in, Jaehyun."

As the door begins to close on him, he starts sputtering out offers. Offers such as doing your laundry for a whole year, paying your groceries for a year, and the list goes on and on. You shake your head but he doesn't give up. He starts getting down on his knees and you can't help but break out into a smile. He pouts cutely, but your smile immediately vanishes from your face. 

"You'll figure something out, Jaehyun. But I'm sorry, it's a no from me."

“He asked you to be his what?”

Johnny looks at you with shock and you almost choke on your own spit. It takes a couple of seconds for him to let it sink in, but when it does, he places his face in his hands. He’s not sure if he should feel shocked or confused, but it was definitely something in between those two emotions.

At first, Johnny thought that you had asked to meet up at a cafe to catch up on each other’s lives. But he didn’t expect this. Never this.

“Yeah, shocking, I know.” You chuckle, raising your hot, steaming cup of tea to take a sip.

Ironic. The only tea that Johnny’s sipping on is the fact that Jung Jaehyun had asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend. The idea itself had two red warning lights flashing right at him.

“But are you going to do it?” He asks. “Will you be his fake girlfriend for the holidays?”

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’, and he frowns. You tilt your head, not expecting that reaction from him. “But why do you look sad? Did you want me to do it?”

“Would it be bad if I said yes?” He grins and you send him a death glare. He raises his hands up in defense.

“You know my feelings for him. You’re the only one that knows.” You lean your back against the chair to look out the window. You let out a sigh. “And that’s exactly why I chose not to do it.”

Johnny flashes you a sad smile before shoving the last piece of his muffin into his mouth. You tear your gaze away from the window to look back at him. “I would do the same thing if I were in your shoes, Y/N.”

“Being his fake girlfriend is the closest thing to being his real girlfriend. And with the feelings I have for him—I know that it’s not a good idea.” You shake your head in dismay. “I’m afraid that I’ll only end up hurting myself. All my dreams and what ifs would happen and come true, and I’ll mistake them for being real when they’re not.”

“But have you considered the fact that doing it will give you the chance to tell him how you truly feel for him?”

The question makes you stop. You glance at Johnny. He can see the gears turning in your head. You look down and stare at your cup of tea to contemplate.

For almost half of your existence, you’ve been pining after your best friend. Jung Jaehyun, your childhood best friend that has struck the chords of your heart. But these harbored feelings you have for him remain harbored. It’s all because you can’t bring yourself to confessing. Sometimes you’d get peaks of confidence and courage, where it almost pushes you to confess. But what holds you back is the feeling of doubt, and those spikes of courage and confidence vanish away. You’re Jaehyun’s best friend, and there’s absolutely no way that he sees you as more than that.

But Johnny has a point. If this gave you the opportunity to tell Jaehyun how you truly feel for him, then things might work out. It was killing two birds with one stone; Jaehyun’s parents will believe the act you both pull off and you’ll finally confess your feelings. But why did you feel afraid? Why do you feel like something is holding you back?

“I can’t do it.” You shrug off your thoughts. “His parents won’t believe that I’m his girlfriend. Jaehyun will only embarrass himself.”

“I don’t think so,” Johnny mumbles.

“What makes you think that?”

“If I were Jaehyun’s parents, I’d love it if his girlfriend ended up being his childhood best friend.” He shrugs his shoulders. “In fact, it makes it more believable.”

“How?”

“Because you both know each other inside out. You both share the same tastes, hobbies, everything. You’re best friends for a reason, Y/N. No, you’re practically soulmates. His parents would be more comfortable and relieved knowing that you’re his girlfriend.” He explains and you fall silent.

The both of you sit in the booth in silence. The cafe is busy and noisy with baristas working espresso machines and customers loudly chattering away.

Johnny had valid points. At the same time, images of Jaehyun’s puppy eyes start flooding your mind. You were starting to feel nothing but guilt. But you also had valid reasons. One, you don’t want to do anything that goes outside the best friend barrier because it’ll only hurt you. Two, you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. And three, he could just find someone else to do it, it was simple.

But why was this starting to bother you? Why was this making you think everything over for the second time?”

“Listen, Y/N, this is what I think you should do.” He places his hand over yours, giving you a reassuring look. “Try it out. It’ll only be for a couple of weeks. Besides, you’re the only one Jaehyun knows and trusts. This will help him. It shouldn’t do much harm, right?”

“But what if I ended up telling him? And what if I only get hurt in the end?”

He flashes you a small smile. “The last thing Jaehyun would want is to hurt you.”

You both stare at each other. He looks at you with hope and you look back at him with doubt. You sigh, retreating your hand from his.

“Fine. I’ll do it. But only because I feel guilty!”

And boy, were you in huge trouble.

"Look who we have here."

You glare at Jaehyun. It was your turn to show up at the door of his mansion. But this time, you were a bit more considerate than he was and showed up at a more appropriate time. Jaehyun moves aside to let you into his mansion.

"I'm not going to be here for long," you frown. "I just wanted to tell you something."

“You don't want to come inside and have a cup of coffee?" He grins.

"Jaehyun, I really don't have the time to make jokes—"

"Maybe have a snack?" He teases.

"Jaehyun," you whine.

"Alright, fine." He smiles, gesturing for you to continue. You let out a huff of breath, squinting your eyes at him.

"I'll do it." You mutter. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"Do what?"

"I'll be your fake girlfriend." You say just a bit more louder than a mutter. He leans in.

"Sorry, what was that?" He teases as a smirk appears on his lips. Oh, how you wish you could wipe that smirk off his face.

"I said," you begin before pinching his cheeks. "I'll be your fake girlfriend!"

He groans in pain, grabbing your wrists and prying your hands away from his face. He looks at you like a child who got his present earlier before Christmas. You're immediately caught off guard when he pulls you into an embrace. The beat of your heart momentarily slows down before it picks up its pace.

The moment is cut short when Jaehyun's phone starts to ring. The two of you pull away from the hug and he fishes his phone from his pocket. He quickly excuses himself to answer the phone call while gesturing for you to come into his mansion.

As you step inside, you look around Jaehyun's mansion. There's a large chandelier hanging from the high ceiling made out of marble. On the walls going up the staircase are pictures of Jaehyun as a child, and Jaehyun with his parents. Along with the pictures are shelves carrying awards Jaehyun had won at school. 

You smile to yourself. Although Jaehyun is dripping in luxury and riches, he's never been poisoned by it. He's still the same Jaehyun you met when you were still a kid. He's still the same Jaehyun who is humble and grateful for his blessings. 

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Jaehyun calling out your name. Turning towards him, it looks like he's just got done with his phone call. 

"You came at the right time." He smiles. "I need you to pack your bags."

"Pack my bags?" He hums in reply. "Why? For what?"

"We're flying out to Milan at six," he says it as if it was nothing to him. You stare at him, mouth agape in shock. He notices that you haven't budged a bit. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Did you just tell me to pack my things because we're going to Milan in a couple of hours?" You ask, pinching yourself to make sure you're not dreaming.

He looks at you funnily before teasing, "I didn't stutter, did I?"

"How—You know what? I'm not even gonna bother asking."

You've always dreamt of living lavish. You've dreamt of riding luxury cars and wearing limited edition pieces. You've dreamt of paying off your student debt with one transaction. But it was just a dream to you only because you knew it would take a lot for it to happen. Jaehyun was a living example. He was raised by parents who were running the country's top cosmetics business. When Jaehyun turned eighteen, his parents had put their full trust in him and enrolled him in a business program. After hardwork and dedication, Jaehyun had eventually graduated (with high honours!) and took over the business. It didn't take much longer until he became the CEO of the family business. And now, Jaehyun's living the dream.

"I wonder how it feels to buy two airplane tickets out on a whim," you say softly as you and Jaehyun stroll up at a lounge. 

Jaehyun takes off his shades and shoves them into the front pocket of his jean jacket. "It wasn't an impulsive purchase, alright?"

"Well, you did just tell me to pack my things out of nowhere because of a flight I'm suddenly boarding." You wave it off. "No biggie, right?"

He chuckles. "It's for a business trip, Y/N."

"Ah, I see." You nod your head. "Now that explains everything."

"I brought you along because my parents might be there," he explains. "But I'm not fully sure. I brought you just in case they do show up."

"Is that why you asked me to pack my best dress?"

"Bingo." He fist bumps you.

As the two of you settle down on one of the leather couches in the lounge, you place your feet on your luggage. Leaning against the couch, you glance at Jaehyun. He's looking at something on his phone before placing it down on his lap.

"I should give you a break down of the plan," he suggests. "My parents are coming home a week before Christmas and will stay until the second week of January."

"That long?" He nods his head.

"Yes, so I need you to keep this act up with me until they go back to America." He adds.

"When they arrive, what's the story we tell them?" You question.

“What do you have in mind?"

"I guess we'll just keep it simple and say we had feelings for each other for a long time but never got around to confessing." You suggest and he seems to agree.

"And then wing the rest of the details?"

"Correct." You answer. "We'll be able to wing it, right?"

He smiles. "Right."

"But you are aware that we have to be convincing to them, right?" You raise an eyebrow. "And what I mean is that we have to, you know, show them that we're 'in love' with each other."

"We hug each other whenever we see each other. I can hold your hand, no biggie. Unless you have an issue—"

"But we also have to, you know—"

"Kiss? On the lips?" He cuts you off. "I have no problems with kissing you. No strings attached, right?"

There's something about his words that make you feel heartbroken. Just a little. No strings attached. It made you feel sad but it was a good reminder of who you are to Jaehyun. You're his best friend for life and his fake girlfriend for a couple of weeks. Everything that happens during this fake relationship isn't real. No strings attached. 

"Right." You muster up a smile. "No strings attached."

The plane lands two hours later. The flight attendant directs you to what seems like a different section on the plane. You start to wonder. But then again, this was Jaehyun, always out on a whim. The flight attendant directs you towards the section for first class passengers. You can't help but look at everything in awe. The both of you arrive at your assigned seats and you look at Jaehyun with excitement and shock. He could only look at you amusedly.

"First class?" You say excitedly and he nods.

"Only for the best," he chuckles as he takes off his jean jacket to settle down in his seat.

As you take a seat, you start fiddling with the buttons on the arm rest before a flight attendant approaches you. You look up at the flight attendant and she offers you a glass of red wine. Taking the glass of wine, you turn towards Jaehyun to catch his attention, only to find him already looking at you. 

"Are you trying to get drunk during the flight?" He teases.

"Sorry, this is all new to me." You chuckle, placing the glass of wine down onto the table you pulled out for yourself.

"Well, our flight is a couple of hours, so make yourself comfortable." He insists. "However, I just want to remind you of what's planned right when we land."

You take a sip of your wine. "What's happening when we land?"

"A good friend of mine from Dior will be picking us up at the restaurant. She tailored my suit for the business conference we're attending and I told her that I got a last-minute plus one." He explains. "She has a couple of dresses she wants you to try out."

"But the dress that I brought is good enough, no?"

"It could be used as a backup." He replies. "Besides, Marcella really wants to meet the woman that supposedly stole my heart."

"Stop being greasy."

"I'm not."

"Alright. But are you sure you're not spending too much? On me, specifically?" You frown, completely doubtful. 

He gives you a warm smile. "There's nothing for you to worry about. You're my best friend, and you doing this for me is more than enough."

You mirror his smile. He grabs his glass of wine while you grab yours, clinking your glasses together as a kickoff to what's about to start and what's about to go down this holiday season.

"Let's kick some ass, babe." 

Waiting for you at the airport is a woman draped in everything Dior. She exerted nothing but high class and riches, standing out from everyone else at the pick-up terminal. You couldn't help but gawk at her, wondering how you could gain the confidence she had. She wore a seat of black shades indoors, and slung over her shoulder was cute little purse. Once she spots Jaehyun, she adjusts her shades a bit lower down the bridge of her nose. She smirks.

"Marcella, long time no see!" Jaehyun exclaims.

You assume her name is Marcella. When her eyes land on you, your first instinct is to shy away. She smiles at you, flashing her perfectly white teeth. She pulls Jaehyun in for a hug and pecks him on the cheek. Once she pulls away, she extends her arms to you. 

"Is this the special girl you can't seem to stop talking about?" She teases Jaehyun and you fail to notice how Jaehyun's ears turn a light pink. "I've been dying to meet you, Y/N! From what Jae tells me about you, I have a feeling that we'll be the best of friends."

The two of you hug and when you pull away, you turn towards Jaehyun. "You talk a whole lot about me behind my back, huh?"

Marcella winks at you. "He sure does. Now, let's get going. We don't have much time left before the business convention. I want you both to look sickening."

And with the snap of her fingers, two bodyguards randomly show up at your side. You slightly flinch when a buff man dressed up in a suit suddenly appears on your right. Looking up at Jaehyun, you can't help but look at him incredulously when he shows no reaction, as if it was normal.

You decide to look straight forward, fixating your gaze on Marcella. She walks with poise, her heels clicking against the floor and her hips swaying back and forth with every step she took. 

Suddenly, you feel a warm hand grab yours and you almost stumble on your own two feet. Glancing down, you could see Jaehyun gently holding onto your hand. You bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling to wide. And how you wish your cheeks weren't a light shade of red because of it.

While you're too busy trying to steady the beat of your heart, Jaehyun's completely distracted by the blush beginning to form on your cheeks. 

"Babe, everything alright?" You look up at Jaehyun. He looks at you with genuine concern.

You're not sure if it's the way your hand fits perfectly in Jaehyun's or if just holding hands with him felt effortless, but all you knew was that you were definitely in big trouble. The way he calls you babe feels different this time, no matter how many times he's playfully called you that throughout your friendship.

You stutter, "I-I'm doing alright."

The three of you are escorted to a black SUV with tinted windows. As Marcella hops into the car, she rides shotgun while you and Jaehyun sit together in the back. There's not much interaction or conversation at the beginning of the car ride. You guess it could be because you're still flustered or because Jaehyun's still holding your hand. Marcella looks at the both of you through the rear-view mirror and a smile starts to form on her lips.

"I have a ton of options for you, Y/N." Marcella decides to start a conversation. "When Jaehyun told me he was bringing his girlfriend along, I got too excited and started pulling out my favourite dresses."

"Wow, you're showing a lot of favouritism." Jaehyun frowns. "You got Y/N a ton of dresses to choose from, and yet you only gave me one option. You didn't even let me decide whether I liked it or not!"

Marcella chuckles. "That's because I already know which style suits you best. For Y/N, however, I wasn't quite sure what she liked, so I went ahead and started picking for her."

"As long as she looks beautiful," Jaehyun says softly, and you feel his thumb gently caress the back of your hand. "She already is beautiful anyways."

"Just trust me on this one, Jaehyun. I'll work my magic."

The black SUV parks in front of the grand Galleria Victorio Emanuele II. As you look out the window, you can’t help but gasp. The shopping area did not look like a mall whatsoever. It looked like a tall museum with a long strip down the middle for shoppers and tourists to walk through. But it didn’t stop there. The floors were tiled and the lights were all sorts of bright and dim, giving off a romantic vibe. As you all got off the car, your eyes start to wander off into the farthest distances. But somehow, your eyes stop to stare at a  sweet couple who are sharing a cup of gelato. 

Marcella leads the way into the shopping area with you and Jaehyun following behind. The bodyguards are too busy scanning the area to even notice you playfully hitting Jaehyun in the arm. 

“Ow! What was that for?” He hisses, and you look at him with wide eyes.

“Jaehyun, I don’t want you spending so much on me—”

“I want to.” He cuts you off, rubbing the area you had hit. “You’re already doing so much for me, and this is the only way I could pay you back.”

“But—”

“Y/N, once we get to the shop, there will be one of the tailors who will dress you up. To make you feel more comfortable, I’ll be in the fitting room if you need my help.” Marcella looks over her shoulder. She smiles at you. 

The reaction you have when you reach the shop is not much different than when you had got out of the car. The shop was huge with three floors of endless clothing. Christian Dior. You had never once thought or imagined that you’d be wearing a known brand. But this was Jaehyun’s life, this is considered normal to him. You look up at Jaehyun, who flashes you a reassuring smile. He places his hand on the small of your back, guiding you as you head into the shop.

Marcella offers you her hand and you gladfully take it. Before you even know it, you’re being dragged down a corridor and through some curtains. There are two female tailors waiting for your arrival, and once you’re in their sight, they welcome you. As the tailors take you to the fitting room to try on the first dress, Marcella can’t help but watch how adorable you are.

“Here’s dress number one, Miss Y/N.” One of the tailors shows you a dress hung up against the full-body mirror. “I’ll let you put it on alone and then I’ll zip it up for you. Just let me know when you’re done.”

“I—Alright,” you say sheepishly.

The tailor shuts the door behind her and leaves you all alone. You turn towards the mirror to stare at the dress that’s been hung up for you. It’s a black dress that’s covered in sequins. You touch it gently, afraid that with the slightest touch, it’ll rip apart. You carefully put on the dress to the best of your ability, for it was quite long that it hit the tiled floors. Once the dress is on your body, you call out for the tailor to come back into the fitting room to zip you up.

You’re surprised when Marcella comes into the fitting room instead. There’s something about Marcella’s presence that makes your tensed up body to relax. Maybe it’s her warm and welcoming smile that’s telling you that everything will be alright, and that all you have to do is relax. She had some sort of vibe similar to that of Cinderella’s fairy godmother. 

As she’s zipping you up, she asks, “I’m guessing you don’t like this one.”

You look at her through the full-body mirror with surprise. “How’d you know?”

“You look quite stiff in this dress, almost like you feel uncomfortable.” She replies.

“Well,” you begin to explain, “it’s more because of the fact that I feel like I’m being spoiled.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You feel like you’re being spoiled by Jaehyun?”

You slowly nod your head. “I feel bad.”

“First of all,” she says as you hear her zip up the zipper on the dress. “You shouldn’t feel spoiled. When Jaehyun called me yesterday, he asked me to get the best dresses Dior had and I asked him why. Do you know what he said?”

The dress is zipped up. She gently places her hands on your shoulders. You look at her with a questioning gaze. 

“He said that you’re irreplaceable and very special to him. He only wants the best for you, for his girlfriend.” She smiles. You feel your heart skip a beat. “And mind you, he didn’t tell me that you were his girlfriend. But by how he spoke about you and how he looks after you, I already knew. I already knew that the woman Jaehyun’s talking about is someone really special.”

“He’s special to me,” you say softly and the smile on Marcella’s face gets wider. “But I feel like I don’t deserve any of this. The last thing I want is for him to spend so much on me, and yet here he is, going the extra mile.”

She laughs. She has a nice laugh, you note, for it rings beautifully in your ears. You can tell that she is someone you can trust. “That’s the Jaehyun we know. He always goes the extra mile. But don’t feel bad for letting him do all of this for you because he genuinely wants the best for you.”

“I’ll try not to.” You say softly.

“You won’t try to not feel bad. You will not feel bad whatsoever.” She reassures you. “Let your boyfriend spoil you once in a while. Now, shall we show him the dress?”

You feel more relaxed with her reassurance. She helps you walk out of the room because the dress is extremely long. The two tailors grab the ends of the dress so help you walk easier. Marcella draws the curtains and you find Jaehyun sitting down on one of the couches. He looks up from his cellphone and his eyes meet yours. His eyes squint.

“Yeah, I don’t like it. It looks like Y/N doesn’t like it either.” He says with much confidence and conviction. It was almost as if he had read your mind. 

“Hm,” Marcella hums softly as she begins to look deep in thought. You awkwardly stand in front of Jaehyun with the tailors still holding at the ends of your dress as Marcella starts scanning her eyes around the shop. 

“Is there something wrong, Marcella?” You ask and she lets out a soft ‘aha!’.

“I think I know what dress you should wear.” Marcella grins, and she suddenly disappears into the shop. 

You look over your shoulder to see the tailors sharing the same look of confusion. You look back at Jaehyun who only shrugs his shoulders. 

“Miss Y/N, shall we head back to the fitting room to take off the dress?” One of the tailors insists and you nod your head. They help you back into the fitting room to get the dress off.

Marcella comes back to the fitting room with a dress covered in a plastic garment bag. The tailors excuse themselves and let Marcella work her magic. You watch her with curiosity as she hangs up the dress against the full-body mirror. As she slowly takes off the garment back, the dress is revealed to you and you can’t help but gasp. The dress is beautiful. 

“I did say that I chose dresses for you prior to our first meet, but I think this dress is the one.” She explains, heading towards your side to look at the dress. She looks at you and smiles when you don’t utter a single word. “I’m guessing you like it.”

It’s a navy blue dress with a corset bodice, but it flows out in tulle fabric. Scattered all over the skirt of the dress are constellations and cosmic designs. It gave off a feeling of floating in the sky or in outer space. It looked magical. 

“I’ll let you put it on and I’ll zip you up.” She insists and leaves the fitting room all to yourself.

You stare at the dress. You had never seen a dress like this, and so you assume that it was one of a kind. You carefully put on the dress, and once it’s on, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. You couldn’t believe that the woman standing in front of the mirror was you. A price tag on the dress catches you eye, but you decide to not spare it a single glance because you knew you’d regret doing it. On cue, Marcella knocks on the door and you let her in.

She zips you up and grins. “I think Jaehyun will love it.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

And so when she finally zips you up, she guides you out of the room. The tailors each grab your hand to help you walk. As Marcella draws the curtain, you notice Jaehyun’s busy talking to someone on the phone. He’s pacing back and forth in front of the couch, running a hand through his hair. You hug yourself, feeling a bit insecure and awkward standing in front of Jaehyun. Marcella clears her throat and Jaehyun quickly ends the phone call. He shoves his phone into his pocket and looks up at you.

When Jaehyun finally sees you, he can’t help but feel his mouth slightly fall open in shock. There’s something about the way you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and the way you look at him with those curious doe eyes that make his heart soften. You’ve always dressed up for family gatherings and blind dates, but this was different. You’re dressed up for him. He suddenly has a want of having you dress up for him from now on, because with the way you look perfect and beautiful in front of him right now, it unexpectedly makes his heart beat slow and still. It strikes a chord in his heart. To him, you look so perfect that he’s afraid that with one mistake, he’ll lose you forever. 

You continue to stand there awkwardly and expectantly, waiting for his final decision.

“It looks perfect,” he breathes out, “you look perfect.”

“How’s everything moving along?”

You look at Johnny with horror. His pixelated face lags for a bit until you hear a choppy version of his laugh. Johnny’s wifi had been cut off and he had to get to the local cafe to be able to video chat with you. You’re assuming that the cafe’s wifi was nothing but utter shit. But you speak too soon when his pixelated face starts to get clearer and his voice stops cutting off. 

“It’s been… rough.” You let out a sigh. 

As you take a sip of your freshly made cup of coffee, you watch the busy streets from the comfort of a restaurant patio. Jaehyun had decided to fight his jet lag and sleep in to catch up with Italy’s time. You, on the other hand, had trouble sleeping because all you’ve been thinking about was how Jaehyun stared at you in that dress. 

“I can tell.” Johnny smirks. “Has anything spicy happened?”

“Well, other than the fact that Jaehyun spoiled me with a Dior dress, nothing else has been spicier.” You reply.

“Wait.” Johnny’s eyes round in shock. “Dior? Christian Dior?”

“You heard it right.” You purse your lips into a tight line. “Trust me, I reacted the same way.”

“He’s really grabbing every opportunity to spoil you, huh?”

“But that’s not the issue,” you shake your head. 

“Then what’s the issue?”

“Johnny, when I wore that dress yesterday, the look he gave me… I may be overlooking and overthinking about it but,” you bite your lip. “I don’t know. I should probably stop overthinking it.”

“Listen, Y/N,” Johnny says. “Don’t overanalyze, overthink, and overlook. Just enjoy the moment. You’re doing this as Jaehyun’s best friend. You’re also doing this for the sake of your own feelings.”

“Is it too late to back out?”

“It’s too late to back out. You’re not going to just let Jaehyun give back a Christian Dior dress, right?” Johnny chuckles. “I don’t even think they do refunds. Do they?”

“This is stressing me out.” You groan.

“Just do it for you and Jaehyun. Killing two birds with one stone, remember?” Johnny reminds you and you slowly nod your head. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You mumble. “No overanalyzing, overlooking, or overthinking. This is for Jaehyun, and for me, if I get the courage to tell him how I feel.”

“There’s the fighting spirit I’ve been looking for!” He exclaims. “Anyways, I have to go, Y/N. The wifi here in the cafe has its good days and bad days. I also promised Haechan to join him and play video games.”

“Alright,” you pout. “I’ll text you if anything happens, okay?”

“And I’ll text you back as soon as I can, just like how I always do.” He reassures you.

Right on cue, the video chat gets choppy and laggy, forcing you to end the chat. You let out another frustrated sigh, folding your arms and leaning against the chair. A pigeon takes a seat right behind the patio fence, and it grabs your attention. You frown, bending over to get closer to the pigeon.

“Hey little guy, do you know what I should do?” You ask the pigeon.

The pigeon only stares at you before flying away. You pout, grabbing your cup of coffee to take a sip. You try to occupy your thoughts but before you even try, you hear someone clear their throat. Looking up, you see a man standing right in front of you. He’s quite the looker. He has a distinct set of eyes that seem to be piercing right through your soul. He has such strong features that it makes you do a double take.

“I was wondering what a lovely lady like you would be frowning on an early morning like this.” 

Your eyes slightly widen. Taken aback, you tilt your head in confusion. “Are you talking to me?”

He scans around the patio before shrugging his shoulders. “You’re the only lady here, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Sorry, but may I ask who you are?” You question.

He extends his arm. “Nam Joohyuk. And you are?”

“Y/N.” You shake his hand briefly before gently retreating it away from him.

“Do you mind if I join you for breakfast?” He asks and you shrug your shoulders.

“Sure. I don’t mind. I was just about to finish my breakfast anyway.” You insist.

He takes the seat right across from you. You’re not quite sure what this man’s intentions are, but he doesn’t seem harmful. He calls for a waiter and orders a toasted bagel with cream cheese and a small cup of cappuccino. You look away from him before he catches you staring. You fixate your gaze on the local shops down the street, wondering if you should check them out before you fly out in a couple of days. 

“You didn’t really answer my question,” he breaks the silence.

“What question?”

“What’s a lovely lady like you frowning on an early morning?” He asks.

You chuckle. “It’s a long story. Quite complicated too, actually. I don’t think you’d be interested.”

“But I’m interested in you,” he says slyly and you furrow your eyebrows. 

“You’re very blunt with your words,” you say softly. “Shouldn’t you be afraid of me? You barely know me. You’ve only known me for five minutes and you only know my name.”

“I could say the same thing to you.” He shrugs his shoulders. 

You fold your arms. 

“Is it bad to tell someone that they look beautiful? Is it bad to join a beautiful stranger for breakfast?” He tests and you smirk.

“Fine. Have it your way, I guess.” You say softly, avoiding his gaze.

“Well, Miss Y/N, I just wanted to let you know that I find you very beautiful. I couldn’t help but approach you and maybe get to know you more.” He explains. 

You decide to call for the waiter, but before you could, someone catches your eye. Jaehyun’s standing near the door leading back into the restaurant. He’s shooting daggers at the guy seated across from you. You feel your palms start to sweat.

“Waiter!” You exclaim, and your voice seems to break Jaehyun’s gaze on the guy. The waiter approaches you and you discreetly ask for the bill. When the waiter excuses herself to grab the bill, you begin to gather your things.

“Leaving me already?” Joohyuk frowns. “If so, can I maybe just get your number—”

“My girlfriend does not want to give you her number.”

You freeze up in your seat. Jaehyun’s voice sounds cold, and when you look up at him, you can’t help but notice how you can’t even recognize him. He’s glaring at Joohyuk. Joohyuk almost chokes on air before glancing at you. You raise an eyebrow at Joohyuk.

“Jung Jaehyun,” Joohyuk smirks. “Long time no see.”

You eyebrows knit together in sudden confusion. They knew each other? Jaehyun’s hands clench up into fists and you quickly finish gathering your things to avoid causing a scene. 

“Indeed, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.” Jaehyun says. “I was even hoping that it’d be the last.”

“You really scored yourself a beautiful girlfriend,” Joohyuk folds his arms. “But are you sure that you’re not making her happy? I couldn’t help but approach her because she looked quite… sad.”

Jaehyun looks at you for a moment and you avoid his gaze. “Stay out of this. My girlfriend and I are dating happily with good intentions. The last thing I would want is for men like you to hit on her.”

“I’ll stay out of it. But only until she finally leaves you.” Joohyuk shrugs his shoulders.

Jaehyun gently grabs your hand and tugs on it. As you both leave the restaurant, Jaehyun hands the waiter a couple of bills to pay for your breakfast. You can’t help but feel a bit guilty and humiliated, not finding the voice to defend your best friend in front of a stranger. 

“Are you okay? Did he say anything bad to you?” Jaehyun asks with concern when you both reach the elevator. You shake your head. 

“I just feel bad for not defending you,” you mumble. “I’m sorry. I was going to leave him, I swear, but he was just—”

“Persistent?” You nod your head. He scoffs. “That’s Nam Joohyuk for you.”

“You both know each other?”

“He’s the next CEO of a competing company.” He confesses. “He has a way with his words, and he always tries to get whatever I have. It’s quite annoying, actually, and it’s all because he’s persistent. He never gives up.”

“He’s going to be at that business convention for sure.” He hums in reply. “I’m sorry, Jae. I had no idea who he was—”

“Don’t worry about it.” He cuts you off, flashing you a small, reassuring smile. “As long as he didn’t hurt you and say anything to hurt you.”

As the elevator reaches the floor your room is at, the both of you step out into the hallway. Jaehyun lets go of your hand and leads the way to the room. You can’t help but think. Why was Jaehyun staring at Joohyuk like that? Why was he getting angry?

There’s a sudden peak of courage and confidence, the familiar emotion peaks that you get when you think it’s the perfect time to confess. You guess it’s because of the way Jaehyun got overprotective of you, how he held your hand, and even how he stared at you in that dress. 

And when you couldn’t help it no longer, you call out for Jaehyun. “Jaehyun?”

But when he turns around those peaks of courage and confidence disappear from the look on his face. The anger and jealousy that was once on his face moments ago had vanished. The warmth of his hand on yours had run cold. The deep stare he had given you when you were in that dress was nothing but a result of your overthinking and overanalyzing. Jaehyun doesn’t love you how you love him. 

“Yeah?” 

He truly doesn’t see you that way. And it makes you feel sick.

“Nothing.”

The business convention approaches faster than you think. Marcella arrives at the hotel room you and Jaehyun shared to help you put on the dress. She even arrives with a team to do your makeup and hair. Marcella doesn’t dare to tell you but she notices how quiet you’ve gotten since the last time she had seen you. It seemed like you had some troubling thoughts you were hesitant to share. But she didn’t want to intrude.

“You look beautiful,” Marcella says once everything is done.

“Do I?” You say softly. You say it more to yourself. Marcella frowns.

“Y/N, are you doing alright? You’ve been quiet since I got here and I can’t help but feel concerned.” She asks. “Did something happen between you and Jaehyun?”

You muster up a smile. “Nothing happened. I guess I’m just really tired.”

Marcella pats your back. “Well, you know that you can trust me with anything. So if anything happens, just know, I’m just digits away. I’ll drop everything to talk to you.”

You can’t help but chuckle. Marcella’s just like Johnny. Somehow, you wish the both of them could meet because they’ll absolutely become best friends. Best friends. Just like you and Jaehyun. Your smile falters. 

“I called a chauffeur to pick the both of you up. It’s on me. I don’t want any complaints. I just want you both to arrive at the venue safely.” Marcella announces.

“Marcella, can I ask you something?” You ask.

She gestures for you to continue. But with the gaze she’s giving you, you almost tell her the truth. But you wouldn’t dare do that. The show hasn’t even started.

“My friend is in a complicated situation.” You begin. “She’s in love with her best friend, but she doesn’t know what to do. Heck, she doesn’t even know if her best friend loves her back, in that way.”

“Do you want to know something?” You nod your head. “When Jaehyun told me that he’s in love, I was ecstatic. When he told me that he’s in love with his best friend, I was excited. But when he told me that his best friend ended up being his girlfriend, I felt nothing but happiness.”

“He told you that?” She smiles.

“My fiance and I, we were two lonely people who decided to give love a shot.” She shrugs her shoulders. “But there’s always that one person, the one that got away. To me, the one that got away was my best friend.”

“Really?”

“Really.” She smiles as she reminisces her past. “I was so in love with my best friend, but because I pined after him for most of my life, I lost the opportunity. He fell in love with someone else. Sometimes, I wonder if things would’ve been different if I had just told him.”

“Do you miss him?” You ask out of curiosity.

“I do. But not in that way.” She replies. “I’m happily in love with my fiance. And so, to help your friend out, I would tell her to confess before it’s too late. Don’t be like me. In fact, she should be like you and Jaehyun! I’m happy that the woman Jaehyun’s in love with is his best friend. You really make him happy.”

Someone knocks on the door. The both of you turn towards the door to see Jaehyun popping in his head. A smile creeps up on your face, signalling him to come into the hotel room. He walks in wearing a navy blue suit, and his hair gelled and pushed back. He looked like a prince.

“Perfect timing,” Marcella clasps her hands together after checking her phone. “Your chauffeur is here.”

The both of you find yourselves seated in a black SUV with the chauffeur. On the way to the venue, Jaehyun replies to a couple of emails on his phone while you look out the window. As you pass by, you can’t help but admire the beautiful houses and shopping strips. Jaehyun looks at you briefly with a faint smile spread across his lips. 

Turns out that Jaehyun’s parents aren’t attending the business convention, leaving one less problem for the both of you to stress out over. However, potential business partners are attending the event, therefore you and Jaehyun had made sure to look polished and perfect so that this fake relationship wouldn’t slip through. 

“Do you think they’ll like me?”

Jaehyun tears his gaze from the screen of his phone to look at you. You’re still looking out the window. He purses his lips into a tight line. His eyes fall upon your hand, and he has the sudden urge to hold it.

“Why wouldn’t they?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug your shoulders. “I guess it’s just my insecurities getting the best of me again.”

“Listen, you look beautiful. To me, at least, and that’s all that matters.” He reassures you.

“You’re only saying that because you’re my best friend.” You chuckle as you turn to look at him. He shakes his head, looking at you seriously. 

“They’ll love you,” he says.

The SUV pulls up in front of the venue, and the men suited up at the valet open the doors, escorting you out of the car. Jaehyun walks over to your side, grabbing your hand in his. You’re already used to the feeling of Jaehyun’s hand in yours, so you’re not caught off guard anymore. 

Everything about the event screamed money and riches. People were dressed up in luxury brands, whether it be statement dresses or all-black suits. It was a crowd that you weren’t used to, and you immediately feel yourself tense up. Jaehyun seems to notice how quiet you’ve gotten, and he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. You look up at him and he smiles at you. 

“Is there anything you would like to drink, Mr. Jung?” One of the waiters asks, holding up a tray with an assortment of alcoholic drinks. Jaehyun looks at you.

“Is there anything you would like to drink?” He asks and you shake your head. Jaehyun glances at the waiter. “We’ll have two glasses of water for now, thank you.”

The waiter hands the two of you a glass of water. You clear your throat, your eyes scanning through the venue. Everyone looked beautiful and handsome. The aura each individual had was enough to tell you that they’re from rich families and backgrounds. Jaehyun being one of them. But Jaehyun was different from the rest. He built up his future with the help of his parents, and he’s been nothing but grateful. 

“Where are the potential business partners?” You ask Jaehyun in a soft tone. He looks around the venue, before spotting them. He points at two people standing near a stand-up table. 

“Those are the Park’s,” he says. “We’ve always wanted to form some sort of connection with them. But they were the ones that reached out to us first.”

“That’s nice, I guess they really want to become partners.” 

“Do you want to meet them with me?” He questions.

You stare at him with wide eyes. “I—”

“They’ll love you.” He reassures you. “Stop worrying.”

You look at him hesitantly before he grabs your hand. He leads you towards the Park’s, and once you reach them, they smile at the two of you.

“Jung Jaehyun!” One of them exclaims, shaking his hand before pulling him into a hug. 

“Mr. Park, it’s nice seeing you here.” Jaehyun greets Mr. Park. The woman standing next to Mr. Park is assumingly his wife. “Mrs. Park, it’s nice to see you here as well. It’s unfortunate that Jinyoung couldn’t attend, I was hoping to catch up with him.”

“Jinyoung was quite devastated when a business matter came up, he had wanted to see you as well!” Mrs. Park says. “I was also looking forward to meeting your parents, but it’s sad that they had to stay back. But I see that you’ve brought yourself a lovely plus one.”

Jaehyun glances at you. You smile at the Park’s. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. You are so beautiful!” Mrs. Park hugs you briefly. “The two of you look great together. I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other from now on, right, Jaehyun?”

Jaehyun chuckles. “Yes, that’s right.”

The night has arrived, and the business event is almost finished. Jaehyun was dragged farther into the venue to talk to other CEOs and business partners, leaving you all alone at the bar. Your eyes search for him, until you spot him talking to a woman. She looks somewhat near your age, and she’s quite beautiful that you stare at her longer than you should. She’s wearing a long, red dress with a long slit exposing one of her legs. The dress is sleeveless, exposing her prominent collarbones. She looked model-worthy, like someone you would see pictured in a fashion magazine.

She leans in to whisper something to Jaehyun, and the both of them share a laugh together. You squint your eyes at her. Before you could shoot a glare her way, you stop yourself. That’s right. You’re not his girlfriend. You have no right to be jealous.

“What’s a lovely woman like you sitting all alone at a bar?” 

You inwardly groan, turning around to see Joohyuk approaching you. He takes a seat next to you at the bar, ordering himself a glass of red wine. You grab your shot glass and take the shot, bottoms up. Joohyuk places his chin on his hand and stares at you.

“I see that your boyfriend left you here all alone,” Joohyuk says. “He seems to be busy with Minyoung.”

“Her name’s Minyoung?” You question, the alcohol in your system starting to act up. Joohyuk looks at you with surprise.

“You don’t know who Minyoung is?” You shake your head. “But you’re his girlfriend, you should know who Minyoung is. Or should I say, who Minyoung is to Jaehyun.”

“Is this another one of your mind games, Joohyuk?” You scoff. “What do you want from me?”

“This is not a mind game.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m just surprised you don’t know anything about Minyoung.”

“Jaehyun loves me and I love him.” You lie. “We are happily dating.”

“If you love him, you shouldn’t be letting a past-lover like Minyoung stand so close to your boyfriend like that.” Joohyuk tests you. 

You look past Joohyuk’s shoulder to see Jaehyun and Minyoung still talking to each other. You scoff, turning towards the bartender and ordering another round of shots. 

“Poor little Y/N,” he cocks his head to the side while looking at you. “You should be careful of Minyoung, you know that, right? She’s Jaehyun’s past-lover, but they never really dated. She rejected him. But now it seems that she can’t accept the fact that he’s taken.”

“Taken by me,” you say before slamming down an empty shot glass. “Thank you for your concern, Joohyuk. But I know Jaehyun wouldn’t do anything bad to me.”

Jaehyun winces when Minyoung places her hand on his shoulder. She’s clearly flirting with him. He tries to fight the urge to push her hand off of his shoulder. 

“I had no idea that you were taken, Jae.” Minyoung purses her lips into a tight line. “Did you get impatient enough to stop waiting for me?”

“I don’t love you that way anymore, Minyoung.” He confesses. “We were young. You rejected me. I found someone else.”

“But wouldn’t it be nice if you just dropped your girlfriend for me instead? You’ll not only get me but a share of my company as well.” She shrugs her shoulders. “But with your girlfriend, you’ll have her and nothing else good for your business.”

“I was simply talking to you to offer a business proposal that’ll benefit your declining business. But I guess I’m just a bit too nice.” Jaehyun pushes her hand off his shoulder and she looks quite taken aback. “Nice catching up with you, Minyoung. I wish you all the best.”

“Wait, Jaehyun!”

But it’s too late. Jaehyun’s already turning around to head back to you. He stops in his tracks when he sees you and Joohyuk talking to each other at the bar. Joohyuk’s hand is inches away from yours, and Joohyuk’s leaning in closer to you. You look quite tipsy, and Jaehyun spots several empty shot glasses right in front of you.

As he makes his way towards you, Joohyuk spots him and smirks. “Your knight in shining armor is here to save you.”

You glance at Jaehyun. Your face goes blank when Jaehyun pushes Joohyuk aside. He grabs your hand and pulls you away from Joohyuk.

“Jaehyun, I feel sick.” You say softly. 

Jaehyun stops and turns towards you. “I don’t want you near him. Did you notice how he was looking at you? How he was staring at you? I didn’t like it, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I had no idea.”

His angered face softens. He sighs. He definitely has a weak spot for you. There’s something that pushes him to lean in and press his lips against yours. He cups your cheeks with his hands and deepens the kiss. Your lips are soft, and they taste sweet. Before he can take the kiss further than intended, he stops himself and pulls away. You look at him with tired eyes, but surprisingly, you’re smiling. 

The faint taste of strawberries and raspberries lingers on his lips. 

“Let’s go home.”

Jaehyun carries you from the lobby to the hotel room you shared. You’re dozing off but you still had a little bit of willpower to keep your eyes open. The alcohol was definitely kicking in, and everything was starting to get blurry. But all you could seem to focus on is your close proximity to Jaehyun and his scent. 

He smelled like fresh laundry, like he was fresh out of the drying machine. Jaehyun carried you like he was folding a snowflake, almost like if he made one mistake, you’d crumble up and disappear. He couldn’t deny how the hairs on his neck stood up all because you were so close to him. 

As you reach your hotel room, Jaehyun struggles to open the door, but when he does, he kicks off his shoes and heads straight to the bed. You’re mumbling words underneath your breath and Jaehyun can’t seem to make out what you’re saying. He gently places you down onto the bed, but he suddenly falls on top of you when you don’t seem to unlatch your arms that were wrapped around his neck. 

His face is inches away from yours. You’re too drunk and tipsy to even notice that his lips are centimetres away from yours and how he’s literally all up in your face. But Jaehyun is sober and completely aware of what was going on. He’s so close to you that he can count your eyelashes one by one. 

His heart is beating fast that he’s afraid it’ll beat out of his chest. Your eyes flutter shut and he can’t help but stare at how beautiful you look. His eyes stare at your closed eyes, then they continue to trail down your face. His gaze stops at your plump lips, and he immediately remembers the kiss you both shared a couple of hours ago. He bites his lip. 

Suddenly, your eyes flutter open and his eyes widen in response. He scurries to get up from you but he stops when your hands cup his cheeks. You stare at him through hooded eyes. 

“Jaehyun,” you whisper, “you should smile more.”

“Y/N, you should go get some sleep, you’re starting to talk funny—”

“When you smile, your eyes twinkle. It’s like I can see the stars in your eyes.” You smile, caressing his cheeks. “You should smile more. It’s charming.”

He knows that his ears are red, but he doesn’t care. Eventually, you knock out. Jaehyun moves you on the bed and tucks you underneath the blankets. He decides to take the couch for the night. 

However, he doesn’t expect to hear the words that come out of your mouth when you turn off the lights. 

“Goodnight, Jaehyun. I love you.”

The car ride to the airport is silent. Marcella stares at you and Jaehyun with concern. You’re still a bit hungover from all the shots you had last night. Jaehyun’s occupying himself by answering new emails from his phone. You woke up that morning with a huge headache and an empty hotel room. You found Jaehyun standing outside on the balcony, looking up at the clouds as they pass by. There was something bugging him, you assume, because ever since you woke up he didn’t even bother talking to you. Did something bad happen last night? You couldn’t remember.

The airplane ride going back to Seoul is just as silent. Jaehyun finally breaks the silence and explains to you that he’ll be busy typing up some contracts and documents. You respect him and opt to catch up on your novel during the flight, but something was still bugging you. Was it the troubled look Jaehyun had on his face? The frown he had on? Or maybe it was the way Jaehyun left his in-flight meal untouched? 

You couldn’t remember anything from last night except for one thing; the kiss. The kiss you both shared never seems to leave your mind and it was the first thing you remembered the moment you woke up this morning. The feeling of Jaehyun’s lips seem to linger on yours a bit longer than it should. At this point, you’re glad that Jaehyun’s busy with work because you weren’t sure if you could be able to talk to him, maybe even look him straight in the eye.

However, what you don’t expect is entering Jaehyun’s mansion only to see two extra pairs of shoes at the door. You and Jaehyun share a look for the first time after hours of silence. 

“Surprise!”

The both of you flinch when Jaehyun’s parents jump out of the corridor. Jaehyun’s mother is the first one to realize that Jaehyun brought you, his childhood best friend, home. And when she realizes it, her eyes go wide like saucers. His father, however, can only grin when it all starts to add up from him.

“When did you guys get here?” Jaehyun asks, completely confused.

“We didn’t attend the business event so that we could settle into your place before you both get home.” Jaehyun’s father replies. “Your mother cooked up a huge dinner because she had a feeling you’d be bringing your girlfriend home with you.”

“Y/N?” Jaehyun’s mother trails off, staring at you with eyes formed into beautiful crescents. 

“Yes, mother.” Jaehyun musters up a smile that causes his dimples to pop out. “My girlfriend, Y/N.”

The four of you stand like that for a moment. Jaehyun’s mother stares at you like a trophy that Jaehyun had won. From the look on her face, you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. Maybe tricking Jaehyun’s parents into thinking that your his girlfriend is easier than you thought. 

“Oh, that’s right!” Jaehyun’s mother snaps out of her trance and exclaims. “Let’s eat dinner! I’m sure the in-flight meals weren’t pleasant so I cooked you guys a hearty meal.”

“You didn’t have to, mother.” Jaehyun says and his mother slaps him in the arm.

“I wanted to,” she winks at you. “Besides, this dinner will be much more special because your girlfriend is here to join us. Right, Y/N?”

You clear your throat. “Yes, Mrs. Jung.”

She waves it off. “Just call me mother, Y/N.” 

Before you could look at Jaehyun, his mother starts dragging you into the kitchen. Jaehyun smiles to himself when he sees you start to internally panic. Maybe having you pretend to be his girlfriend was a good idea, he thought. His parents believed him when he told him that he had a girlfriend, but he didn’t expect them to believe that his girlfriend ended up being you. 

It almost seems too real, and there was that small chunk inside of him that wishes it was. 

“Son, let me help you with the luggage.” His father insists and Jaehyun takes up the offer.

The both of them head up to his room to unpack his things, along with yours. His father places Jaehyun’s clothes back into its usual spot in the closet. Jaehyun places your things into one of the newly bought dressers he got specifically for you. 

“When did you decide to give it a shot?” Jaehyun’s father asks.

“What do you mean?” 

“Y/N.” Jaehyun’s father answers. “You know, I always had a feeling that Y/N saw you as more than a childhood best friend.”

Jaehyun stops, looking over his shoulder. His father’s busy placing clothes into the closet to notice that Jaehyun’s looking at him. “Really?”

“Really.” He chuckles. “I guess it was how she looked after you, and whenever she looked at you, it felt… different.”

Jaehyun smiles. “Well, I guess that’s one of the many reasons why I decided to date her.”

“You can tell she really cares about you, Jaehyun. I wonder how she felt when she found out that you had the same feelings for her.” 

“I guess you’ll find out during dinner.”

You and Jaehyun’s mother are busy setting up the dining table. Every now and then, you would see Jaehyun’s mother admiring you from the corner of your eye. All your life, Jaehyun’s mother had treated you the same, never different. It was like she knew of your feelings for her son. You guess you could say that mothers always know best. And you liked it that way, where no words had to be said because she just knew. 

How you wish that could be same when it came to Jaehyun.

“You know, when Jaehyun told me that he had a girlfriend, I was so excited to meet her. Jaehyun’s not really good at the dating department. My husband and I were so worried that he’d never get married.” She says as she places down a bowl of rice onto the dining table. “But I knew that if he did fall in love, it would be with someone he’s sure of.”

You chuckle. “I didn’t expect it to be me.”

“Oh, I expected it to be you, sweetheart.” She pats your back. “If Jaehyun were to ever settle down and date someone, it would definitely be someone he knew, like a friend.”

“You think he’s the type to fall in love with his best friend?” She hums in reply.

“I know so. When your parents and I watched the both of you grow up together, we’d always joke about how you two might end up together since you’re both always stuck together like glue.” She laughs. “And even though you’re quite shy, I could read you like a book, sweetheart.”

“Am I that obvious?” You whisper and she nods.

“When you both matured, I started to notice that you were beginning to act different around him. It resembled me when I started falling in love with Jaehyun’s husband.”

Jaehyun and his father interrupt the conversation you both had when they stroll into the dining room. The conversation is cut short and Jaehyun’s mother mumbles something along the lines of continuing the chat later on. As the four of you take your seats at the dining table, you glance at Jaehyun and flash him a smile. He smiles back and you feel your heart swell.

“I’m happy to spend the holidays with all of you,” Jaehyun’s mother cheers. “It makes me reminisce all the times Y/N and her parents would come over to have dinner together.”

“We’ll be having more of that from now on, that’s for sure.” Jaehyun’s father adds.

“Cheers.” Jaehyun chuckles and the four of you clink your glasses of wine and champagne.

The dinner is filled with many laughs and chatter. It was similar to that of a family reunion where everyone was catching up on each other’s lives and what they have planned for the future. But in this case, it was more of an interrogation, specifically towards you. 

“So, who was the one who confessed first?” 

You and Jaehyun unexpectedly pointed at each other, before your eyes widened with panic. Jaehyun clears his throat. “Y/N, it was definitely you who confessed first, was it not?”

“It was you!” You playfully argue back.

He scoffs. “It wasn’t me. It was you!”

“Fine, I’ll just say that it was me to make you feel better about yourself.” You roll your eyes at him and he sticks out his tongue at you. 

“When did you realize it, Y/N?”

You glance at Jaehyun’s father. He looks at you with curiosity and you let your eyes wander. Your eyes stop to fixate on your plate. You set your cutlery down onto the table.

“I guess I realized that I love Jaehyun when I realized that it may be too late.” You say softly, courageously looking at Jaehyun. He’s staring back at you with those soft eyes. “He makes me feel special, like I’m the luckiest girl in the world. He always made me feel special.”

“Great. Honey, where’s my money?” 

“What money?” Jaehyun asks confusedly.

Jaehyun’s father fishes out a couple of bills and hands it over to her husband. “I can’t believe you were right all along. They sure ended up together.”

“You guys made a bet on us?” Jaehyun looks shocked.

“We’re just joking.” Jaehyun’s mother laughs while her husband hands her back the bills. “We all had a feeling you’d end up together anyway.”

Jaehyun washes up before heading to bed. He stares at his reflection in the mirror, with his eyes trailing down to his lips. Throughout the whole flight, he couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss you both shared and the words you said to him before knocking out. He couldn’t stop wondering whether you remembered any of what had happened, and he wishes you didn’t. 

But then he remembers how Joohyuk stared at you that night. It seems to haunt him more than it should. He remembers how angry he felt, how overprotective he suddenly got over you, and to him, it was quite unusual. The last time he felt this way was with Minyoung, and it was slowly starting to terrify him.

Memories of you standing in front of him in that beautiful Dior dress, seeing you chatting with Joohyuk at the restaurant’s patio from the balcony in your room, and the smile you gave him after he kissed you fill his mind. It was all starting to make sense. But maybe it’s the idea of being in a fake relationship with you that’s making him feel this way and making him think it’s real. 

His thoughts are cut short when he hears a knock at the door. He quickly wipes his face and runs his hands through his hair before stepping out. You’re standing outside of the bathroom, holding a face towel and your toiletries. 

“I know I slept on the couch when we were at the hotel but,” he gulps nervously. “My parents might barge into the room and I don’t want them seeing us sleeping apart.”

“Oh, it’s fine. I have no problems sleeping next to you,” you mumble shyly before clearing your throat. “Unless, you feel uncomfortable…”

“I’m fine with it.” He says softly as he moves aside to allow you to use the bathroom. 

You let out a soft chuckle. “Okay. I’ll go wash up now.”

He watches you as you quickly shut the door. He hears the shower turn on and he lets out a huff of breath. He trudges his way towards the bed, placing his phone onto the bedside table. He draws the curtains and opens the door to step out onto the balcony. 

The moon is shining beautifully tonight, he notes to himself. He rests his hands onto the railings of the balcony, staring up at the stars that are scattered across the sky. He laughs to himself, to him, you are like the moon. You are unique, and you shine brighter than the rest. But you’re far from reach, and all he wants is to be closer to you. 

He doesn’t realize that he’s been out on the balcony for a long time until he hears the shower turn off. You step out of the bathroom after changing into a comfortable set of clothes, spotting Jaehyun standing outside on the balcony. You grab your robe and throw it on, heading out to join him.

“Mind if I join?” You ask. He looks over his shoulder and smiles. 

You accompany him out on the balcony, looking up at the sky. He tears his gaze from the moon to glance at you. To you, he was easy to read. He was an open book. But to him, you’re hard to read. With one glance, he can’t seem to make out what you’re thinking in that beautiful mind of yours. 

“Stop staring at me, I know I look cute.” He snorts, looking away from you. 

“Funny how my parents believed it.” You raise an eyebrow. “I didn’t expect them to.”

“Me either.” You shove your hands into the pockets of your robe. “But I guess they do.”

“Do you perhaps,” he says before falling silent. “Do you happen to remember what happened the night of the business event?”

You know that your face pales, but you quickly shake your head. “No, not really. I had a lot of shots that night, so everything’s a blur.”

“Ah, I see.” He nods his head.

“Is there something I should remember?” You question. 

He turns to look at you. You’re looking up at him with a questioning look. The beat of his heart seems to speed up, and his palms grow sweaty. The both of you stare at each other underneath the moonlight. And although you had lied about not remembering the kiss, the silence you both share is enough to tell the truth. 

“Will this make you remember?” 

Before you could utter a reply, Jaehyun’s hands cup your cheeks and he leans in to kiss you. Your eyes widen with surprise before fluttering shut. His lips taste like peppermint, you think to yourself as you wrap your arms around his waist. He leans in closer to deepen the kiss, and you allow entrance for his tongue to graze yours. Before the kiss grows more passionate than it is already, you gently place your hands on his chest and push him away. 

When you both pull away from the kiss, you can’t bring yourself to look at him. He scratches the back of his neck and looks everywhere but you. You’re both breathless from the kiss. 

This is wrong. You’re both best friends. You love him and he doesn’t. You’re letting your feelings get ahead of itself, and he’s just a victim of getting caught up in it. 

“Sorry.” You both say at the same time. 

He clears his throat, his fingers reaching up to touch his lips. You hug your body, before biting your lip. 

“I’ll go to bed first,” you say softly. “Good night, Jaehyun.”

He doesn’t answer, and you take it as your cue to head back inside. When you shut the door behind you, you gently touch your lips. Jaehyun looks up to stare at the moon, and he chuckles bitterly.

You lied. You remember what happened that night. 

But why did you lie to him?

You wake up the next morning alone. The kiss you shared with Jaehyun gives you a throbbing headache. You groan, rubbing at your temples before deciding to get out of bed. As you head downstairs to the kitchen, you spot Jaehyun and his father leaving the mansion. Jaehyun doesn’t spare you a single glance before heading out. You sigh.

Heading into the kitchen, you see Jaehyun’s mother cooking breakfast. When she realizes you’re in the room with her, she smiles widely at you. “Good morning, sweetheart! Did you sleep well last night?”

“Yes.” No, you didn’t. “But I woke up with a headache. Do you happen to know where the painkillers are?”

“Oh, poor thing. I’ll get you them right now. Do you mind watching the pan for a quick second?” 

“Sure, mother.” You insist as you take over and continue to fry the bacon for her. She disappears for a moment before coming back with a glass of water and a pill. “Thank you.”

Jaehyun’s mother looks at you with concern as you take the pill. The look on her face makes you tear up a little, because you were starting to feel guilty. You and Jaehyun aren’t dating, and you can’t imagine the look on her face if you tell her the truth. You can’t tell her the truth, but the way she looks after you like a daughter-in-law almost makes you do it. She doesn’t deserve any of this.

“Do you know where Jaehyun and his father went?” You ask and she nods her head.

“They went to grab some groceries before the stores close tonight.” She replies and that’s when you realize that it’s Christmas Eve. “Do you want to help me cook dinner tonight?”

“That would be lovely,” you smile.

She places the bacon onto a plate with a sunny-side up egg and potato wedges. She hands you the plate of breakfast and you look at her confusedly. “Jaehyun told me that you would wake up soon and asked me to cook breakfast for you while he goes out with his father.”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have.” You shake your head. 

“Stop worrying. I wanted to. Besides, I had nothing else to do.” She laughs.

You glance down at the plate, feeling your eyes tear up again. 

“Thank you, mother.” You whisper and she gently pats your shoulder.

You eat everything on that plate out of appreciation for her. This was the first time someone cooked you a meal after you moved out of your house to live on your own, and the gesture itself made you grateful.

“Mother, do you happen to know who Minyoung is?” You ask out of nowhere.

She replies, “Minyoung was Jaehyun’s first love.”

You hum in reply. 

“What made you suddenly ask that?” She chuckles.

You shrug your shoulders. “They were talking to each other at the business event.”

“Minyoung is a quirky girl. She was raised by two lovely parents who ran a successful business. When Jaehyun met Minyoung, I had a feeling that he really liked her, and I was right.”

“But she rejected him.” She frowns.

“Minyoung and Jaehyun were close friends, but not as close as the two of you. Jaehyun saw her as more than a close friend, but to her, he was just another business agreement. When she turned nineteen, her parents set her up on an arranged marriage. Jaehyun was devastated.”

You try to remember how Minyoung looked that night, and you don’t recall seeing a silver band on her fourth finger. 

“Minyoung rejected him and told him that arranged marriage or not, she only saw him as a friend. As for the arranged marriage, it fell through. Minyoung threatened her parents that she’ll tell the press about the arranged marriage if they didn’t let her live her life on her own decisions.” Jaehyun’s mother explains with dismay before taking a sip of her cup of coffee.

“She is beautiful,” you state, and she agrees with you.

“What I saw in Jaehyun was what I saw in you. While he pined after Minyoung, you pined after him.” She grins. “When Jaehyun got rejected, I was dying to tell him that there’s always been someone waiting for him. That someone was a beautiful young lady who’s always bickering with him, always standing beside him if it wasn’t Johnny, always there for him.”

She places her hand on top of yours and you smile.

“But I guess at the time, Jaehyun didn’t realize that that someone was you.”

“I know that it’s quite unfortunate that we have to leave earlier than expected.”

You glance at Jaehyun’s mother who’s getting her makeup done. The original plan was that Jaehyun’s parents would be here for the holidays and go back to America in the middle of January. But due to circumstances related to the business, they have to fly back to America right after New Year’s Day. When Jaehyun’s parents broke the news out to the both of you, you both could feel nothing but relief. Once they’re gone, everything between the two of you goes back to normal and the fake relationship will be nothing but the past. 

“I know, I really wanted to spend more time with you.” You say softly. 

To your surprise, there was another business event happening tonight. You smile to yourself when you remember Jaehyun falling down to his knees, begging you to do him one last favour. And so here you were, getting your hair and makeup done with his mother before the event.

“This event is going to be quite interesting,” she sighs. “The Park’s and the Kim’s will be there.”

“The Kim’s?” 

“Minyoung and her family will be there.” She replies. “Not quite sure why, but I suppose the Park’s had brought them along because they’re business partners.”

“Maybe they want to propose a business merge?” You assume and she shakes her head.

“We can definitely merge with the Park’s, I have no problem working with them. But with the Kim’s? I’m not sure about that.” She says with a face filled with distaste. 

“Ah, I see.” You mumble.

“The idea of the Kim’s being at the event bothers me, but I’m not sure why.” She says, deep in thought. The makeup artist pulls up two shades of lipstick and asks her to choose one. As she points to the coral-shade lipstick, she glances at you. “Doesn’t it bother you too?”

“I feel slightly suspicious,” you reply. She hums in agreement.

As both of your makeup finishes up, you head towards the bedroom you and Jaehyun shared. As you walk in, you stop in your tracks when you see a box sitting on top of the bed. Your eyes read the label, and then widen like saucers when they read ‘Dior’. You shake your head to yourself, Jaehyun spoils you too much.

Opening the box, you see a white dress. In the box is another small box, and when you open it, it reveals a beautiful set of Chanel earrings. As you carefully take out the white dress, a note is stuck to the bottom of the box. You set the dress aside and pull out the note.

When I saw this dress, I thought that you’d look beautiful in it. As always. -Jaehyun

You stare at the dress and the guilt slowly starts to build up. You don’t deserve any of this. This wasn’t right. Once this act is done, Jaehyun would have to return the dress and the earrings. Once this act is done, all of your clothes will be packed away in your luggage. Once this act is done, Jaehyun will be dropping you off at your house. Once this act is done, you’ll be back to best friends.

Why did you agree to this?

The night is still young and the Park’s arrive on time. The event turns out to be a reservation at a small event room, all three families are set to be seated at a long dining table. The Kim’s have yet to arrive, but as expected, they always arrive “fashionably late”. 

As per usual, Jaehyun looks stunning. He looks like a prince that’s ready to settle down and rule a whole kingdom. This time around, he’s dressed up in a black suit, tailored perfectly to his body proportions. As for you, you were dressed up in a white dress. The dress stops right at your feet, and the material is quite light that it flows effortlessly down your legs. It has a long slit that shows cleavage up to the middle of your thigh. 

“Miss Y/N, you look beautiful like always.” Mrs. Park greets you with a peck on the cheek. You smile and feel an arm wrap around your waist. You’re used to the feeling of Jaehyun’s arms around you, so this type of affection doesn’t surprise you anymore. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Park.” You giggle. Jaehyun rubs circles around the small of your back and you can feel yourself slightly shiver at the gesture. 

You look up at Jaehyun to find him already looking at you. He leans in to kiss your cheek. You feel your cheeks heat up. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks,” you mumble. “You look great yourself.”

“The Kim’s are arriving in a couple of minutes,” Jaehyun’s father announces just as he finishes up a phone call. He nods his head at Jaehyun. “Jaehyun, do you mind waiting for them outside? We wouldn’t want them getting lost on the way.”

“Sure,” Jaehyun says and his arm leaves your waist. You suddenly feel empty.

As Jaehyun heads out, there’s a small voice inside of you yelling for you to accompany him. You feel troubled, until you feel Jaehyun’s mother gently pat your shoulder. 

“Why don’t you go with Jaehyun?” Jaehyun’s mother insists, and it’s almost like she had read your mind. You nod your head and quickly catch up to Jaehyun.

The both of you stand at the entrance, waiting for some sort of luxury car to pull up. Soon enough, there’s a set of bright headlights that fall into your line of sight. Before the car pulls up, Jaehyun’s phone starts to ring. 

“I’ll be quick. It’s an important phone call,” he says softly, before excusing himself. Out of panic, you start to follow him because you don’t want to greet the Kim’s all alone. You’ve never met them personally. Heck, you don’t even know how they look like.

But as you’re following Jaehyun, you hear a car pull up to the entrance and quiet chatter. You stop in your tracks, looking over your shoulder to see Minyoung get out of the car along with her parents. She looks suspicious, you note to yourself. Her parents huddle around her and start talking to her in soft voices. You slowly walk up to a post and hide behind it to not make yourself seen. 

“Remember, we came here to merge with the Jung’s, alright?” 

“You did tell us that you’re interested in Jaehyun. This is your opportunity to make that happen.”

“That’s easy to do. Once I tell Jaehyun everything, he’ll leave that poor little girl for me instead.”

You frown. There’s a sudden urge for you to come out from hiding and get into a fight with them. But there’s that insecurity that you have within you that tells you that you’re nothing compared to Minyoung. What you do won’t be enough anyway. She had the power, the looks, and the money. 

As you hear them start to head inside the venue, you can hear Jaehyun greet them and guide them inside. You successfully come out of hiding and follow a couple metres behind them. Minyoung stares at Jaehyun with much conviction. She looks like a sly cat, suspicious and mysterious. She’s here for one thing and she will do everything in her power to get it.

“Ah, the Kim’s are here!” Jaehyun’s mother exclaims, hugging each one of them. As she hugs Minyoung, you can only softly snort to yourself when Minyoung hugs her a bit too tight. Jaehyun’s mother slightly pushes her away. “Seems like you missed me a lot, Minyoung.”

“Oh, I sure did, mother.” She smiles. If you weren’t so obvious, you would be shooting daggers at her at this moment. 

Jaehyun’s mother seems to wince at how Minyoung calls her, but shrugs it off as she catches up with Minyoung’s parents. 

“Shall we have dinner first?” Jaehyun insists and everyone agrees.

Everyone sits around the dining table and starts digging into their food. You watch each one of them as they speak, noticing how they speak with such grace and passion for their work. As for Jaehyun, you can’t help but admire how professional he looked when he spoke. There’s a special glint in his eyes that show how much he loves what he does. It was like being a CEO of a company was his fate. You can’t help but feel out of place sitting at a table with a bunch of business people. 

Jaehyun seems to notice how you’ve gone quiet. You feel someone’s hand grab yours from under the table and you slightly flinch in your seat. Glancing under the table, you relax when you see Jaehyun’s fingers interlock with yours. You look at him and he gives you a reassuring smile.

“Miss Y/N, you never really told us about what you do.” Mrs. Kim says, and she looks at you suspiciously. You knew what she had planned up her sleeve. “Do you run a business?”

You clear your throat and set your cutlery down onto the table. “Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t run a business. I graduated with a degree in human biology. I’m currently focused on research with a couple of colleagues that I graduated with.”

“Interesting.” Minyoung squints her eyes at you. “I wonder how Jaehyun seems to take interest in you. Aren’t your conversations a bit different? Jaehyun talks about business and you talk about… science. Isn’t it conflicting?”

“Well, they were both best friends before they dated so I’m sure having conversations with each other aren’t difficult.” Jaehyun’s mother butts in. 

“Once your research is done, what are your next plans?” It was now Mr. Kim’s turn to interrogate you. You feel quite uneasy at the sudden attention that’s been focused on you, and Jaehyun could tell. 

“Once we publish the research papers, we’re all going to venture off and do more research. The world is revolving and technology is improving, Mr. Kim. There are still more things in the world that we have yet to discover.” You say with passion and determination. “Don’t you think so, Mr. Kim?”

He looks quite taken aback. “Y-Yes, I think very much so, Miss Y/N.”

“Conversations with her are quite interesting,” Jaehyun butts in. “I love how she has such a positive outlook on the world around us. She’s doing much more for the world than you’ll ever know. I guess that’s why I love her so much.”

You share a look with Jaehyun and his parents and they seem to pick up what’s going on. Jaehyun sets his things aside and gets up. “Everything alright?”

He smiles at you. “I’ll have to excuse myself. I’ll be right back, just have to use the washroom.”

The conversation about you cuts short and the attention is soon directed to the Park’s. As you’re continuing to eat your meal and listen in on the conversation, you could see Minyoung slowly get up from her seat. 

“Excuse me,” she announces. “I’ll use the washroom really quickly.”

You shove a forkful of mushrooms into your mouth as you suspiciously watch her head out of the room. Once she’s out of sight, you glance at Jaehyun’s mother who nods her head. She reads your mind yet again. You get up from your seat and everyone looks at you.

“Sorry, excuse me. I’ll be back, I’ll thank the chef for cooking us a great meal tonight.”

Everyone smiles at you before you head out of the room. As you head towards the washrooms, you stop walking when you hear Minyoung giggle. You furrow your eyebrows, following the sound of her laughter. It leads you to another room. You spot the washrooms that are on the opposite end of the corridor. You frown. 

Her laughter seems to get louder and louder, until you find yourself standing in front of a door. You bite your lip to contain your anger when you hear Jaehyun mumbling something you can barely make out. You barge into the room and you can’t help but gasp.

Jaehyun’s sitting on a small couch and Minyoung’s sitting on his lap. She’s inches away from kissing him. You can’t help but laugh to yourself. Jaehyun didn’t even bother pushing her off of him. When they hear you laugh, they glance at you in shock.

“Sorry, I thought this was the washroom.” You chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief. “I guess I’ll leave you two some privacy unless you two want me to cause a scene.”

“Y/N, I can explain—”

“You don’t need to.” You cut Jaehyun off. “I suggest you leave, Minyoung, before I tell everyone what you had just planned on doing.”

She smirks, rolling her eyes at you. She shows no shame as she leaves the room, bumping your shoulder while she’s at it. You glance at Jaehyun with disbelief.

“Y/N, I’m sorry—”

“You don’t need to say sorry to me.” You shake your head. “We’re not dating, right? This is all just an act, right?”

“I had no idea what she was trying to do—”

“And yet you let her sit on your lap? Unbelievable, Jae!” You feel tears start to well up in your eyes. “You’re still in love with her, aren’t you?”

“I’m not.”

You scoff. “You know, throughout this whole thing, I found it difficult to be around you. I don’t even know why I agreed to this in the first place. And then when your parents came, I started to feel guilty because we were putting on a show for them. But then I started to feel bad for myself, because I didn’t think I would stoop this low for you to realize something, to realize that the feelings that I have for you are different.”

“What feelings, Y/N? We’re not dating—”

“And that’s it! That’s the problem! We’re not dating!” You yell. “I’d always forget that this is fake because a part of me felt that this was real. But what you did just now just showed me how much of a fool you are, Jae. While you’re still in love with a woman who only wants your money, you’re hurting someone else in the process of it all. And that someone doesn’t want your money, she just wants you.”

Jaehyun can only fall silent in shock. It was all starting to add up for him. You watch him as he starts to consume your words and realize what they truly meant. He frustratingly runs his fingers through his hair. He’s at a loss for words. You’re in love with him. He’s not sure when you started feeling this way for him, but it was all starting to make sense. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” That’s all he could manage to say. 

You sigh. “I’m sorry too, Jae, because I don’t think I can do this much longer. I’m sure you can figure out an explanation to tell your parents.”

“Y/N—”

“And I guess I should say sorry to myself for falling in love with you, because even though I knew that you didn’t feel the same way, I still tried. I gave it a chance because of that small sliver of hope.” 

Being heartbroken is a mess. It’s a mess that you never asked for. But maybe you deserved it. You’ve run out of tears and you’ve run out of energy to be sad. Scattered all over your bed are used up Kleenex tissues and empty Kleenex boxes. Your phone never seems to stop ringing, but you don’t even bother looking at it. Johnny has tried reaching out to you, but you can’t bring yourself to facing him. You’re not even sure what day it is, because you’ve spent so much time crying yourself to sleep and forcing yourself to get out of bed. You wondered if Jaehyun felt the same, but you could only laugh at yourself. He was probably doing just fine. 

No, it’s not just a ‘maybe you deserved it’. You did deserve it. You deserved to get your heart broken. You had set this all up for failure, and you were stupid enough to think that you’d get the benefit of the doubt.

But it’s too late to blame yourself now. You have no choice but to move on. Jaehyun probably got together with Minyoung. This was what he wanted, right? 

Your thoughts are cut short when you hear someone knock on the door. You force yourself out of bed for the first time this week, trudging towards the door. Looking through the peephole to see who it is, you feel your heart stop when you see Jaehyun’s mother standing outside.

You hesitate. You ponder whether you should pretend like no one’s home until she goes away or actually letting her into your home. You decide to open the door.

Jaehyun’s mother looks at you in shock and sadness. “Y/N?”

“Hi, mother.” You say in a soft voice. “Would you like to come in?”

She makes herself comfortable in your home, seeing little bits and pieces of your childhood that you brought along with you when you moved out. She stops and looks at a framed picture of you and Jaehyun on his seventh birthday hung up on the wall.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush but,” she says as she averts her gaze away from the picture. “Jaehyun told me everything.”

“I’m sorry,” you say barely above a whisper. You’re surprised that she’s not mad at you. You’re more surprised that she’s grinning at you.

“It’s okay.” She mumbles. “I just wanted to see if you were doing alright.”

“Well, honestly, I feel devastated.” You shrug your shoulders. “But I guess that’s just how things were supposed to end up. I’m so sorry for what we’ve done, we truly didn’t mean it. Jaehyun just wanted you to be happy for him, so I guess this whole ‘relationship’ gone way out of hand.”

“He explained why he did it and apologized. I’m not mad.” She reassures you. “I kind of wished that it was real. But when Jaehyun told me the truth, I couldn’t help but wonder how you were feeling.”

“I’m holding up fine. I guess with time, I’ll be alright, and things will go back to normal.” She’s aching to reach out to you, because the bags underneath your eyes tell her a different story. “Is Jaehyun doing alright?”

“This is why I admire you,” she smiles. “You’re selfless. You think about others than yourself.”

You can’t seem to say anything to that. She can’t seem to understand how horrible you must feel. “How’d you know that I was in love with Jaehyun?”

“I could see it, Y/N.” She replies. “You look at him like he’s your world. In your eyes, I see nothing but love… but also fear. I think it must be because you’re afraid to tell him how you truly feel. You fear that once you tell him, you’ll end up losing him forever.”

“I guess the heart never lies.” You chuckle.

“I’m not in the right place to tell you whether Jaehyun returns the same feelings or not but,” she sighs, “if he doesn’t feel the same way, then he’s truly missing out on someone special.”

“I don’t want to lose him.” 

“I know you don’t. But just give him some time, and maybe it’ll be enough for him to recollect his thoughts and realize things.” She suggests. “In the meantime, rest well, alright, Y/N? For me, and for Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun’s been a mess since the dinner with the Park’s and Kim’s. He’s been cooped up in his room almost everyday. The only time he would come out of his room would be for his meals. He explained and told the truth to his parents, and he was glad that they didn’t get mad at him. His parents had left for America the day before, and now he’s left all alone in his mansion. 

Every night, he would step out onto the balcony and stare up at the moon. It was the closest thing he could have that resembles you. Your words echo in his mind, haunting him. 

After washing up before going to bed, he turns on some music before stepping out onto the balcony. The moon is covered by clouds tonight, but he could still see it shine peacefully. He can’t stop thinking about you. 

He’s not sure about his feelings for you, but what he’s sure of is that you’re someone different than the rest. You’re someone special and he can’t afford losing you. He’s aware that his heart beats differently whenever you’re around. He’s aware that you see him in a different light, and that it’s been this way for almost all your life. 

He’s sure that he doesn’t deserve you. But he feels a little selfish. He wants to have you all to himself. He can’t seem to bear the thought of you belonging to someone else. Even the imagination of you standing at the altar with someone else makes him feel sick. 

“Am I too late?” He thinks aloud, looking at the moon as if it had an answer for him.

But his phone buzzes in his pocket, and his phone itself has an answer to his thoughts.

y/n (10:43 pm): can we meet up?

The river flows peacefully, flowing at its own pace. It’s gloomy outside with the wind a bit chillier than usual. You hug yourself, bracing the chilly wind that breezes by. A couple passes by, and you can’t help but stare at them. They’re holding hands until the man places their interlocked hands into his pocket. You inwardly sigh. 

From afar, you can hear faint footsteps get louder and louder, crunching dried, fallen leaves. You look over your shoulder to see Jaehyun approaching you. He has two cups of warm coffee. You smile when he arrives. He hands you your drink and you mumble a soft ‘thanks’ before he sits next to you.

The both of you sit against a tree in silence. After Jaehyun’s mother dropped by to talk to you, you figured that the best way to resolve this is to be lighter about it. This whole situation was planned for failure, and the both of you let your emotions get the best of it. Things got out of hand. 

“I’m sorry,” Jaehyun breaks the silence. 

“Me too.” You purse your lips into a tight line. “I shouldn’t have left everything on you like that.”

“And I shouldn’t have dismissed your emotions like it was nothing,” he adds. “Your emotions are valid, you know? It was rude of me to brush it off like it was nothing.”

“I accept your apology.” You smile. 

“I accept yours as well, even though you shouldn’t be apologizing. You did nothing wrong.” He glances at you and he feels blinded by your smile. His heart skips a beat. “But do you mind hearing me out?”

You look at him confusedly. “Is there anything else to explain?”

He tears his gaze away from you to look at the river. You stare at him, waiting for him to continue. “That night when we came back from the business event in Milan, I knew that you would remember the kiss we shared. But I also knew that you wouldn’t remember the words you said to me before you knocked out.”

“What did I say?” You question.

“You said you loved me,” he replies softly. You feel your cheeks flush. “It made me wonder. When Joohyuk stared at you like that, I didn’t feel good about it. I saw you and Joohyuk at the restaurant patio from our hotel room, and it forced me to get out of bed.”

“I don’t like Joohyuk that way.” You chuckle. “Trust me.”

“I know, but it looked like he liked you.” He shrugs his shoulders. “And I hated it. But I disregarded my feelings because I thought, why would I feel this way? You’re just my best friend. But then I remembered seeing you in that dress for the first time, and it was like time had stopped. It was like it was just the two of us in that room.”

You feel yourself slowly smile. Where was this going?

“And then I realized that I never told you about Minyoung. I wondered why you never knew, and why I never bothered to tell you. I remembered the night I told Minyoung my feelings for her and coming home after being rejected only to find you sitting on the couch with Chinese takeout. It was funny that out of all days to confess, I confessed to her on my birthday.”

He glances at you and you both chuckle. Out of nowhere, Jaehyun grabs your hand in his. 

“When I saw that picture of you and I on my seventh birthday up on your wall, I wondered, why would you keep such a photo?” He says. “And when my parents started talking about how they knew we’d end up together and when my father told me that he always had a feeling that you saw me as more than a friend, it was all starting to make sense.”

“But then how about when I caught you and Minyoung?”

He grimaces. “Minyoung told me that her parents were planning on setting her up for another marriage, but they gave her freedom of choice. She chose me. It made me realize that I was just a business transaction to her, as if my confession for her didn’t matter. I said no, because you and I were together, and something inside of me was dying for those words to be true.”

“But she almost kissed you?” He hums in reply.

“When I said no, she forced herself on me, and then you came in.” He explains. “It was all just bad timing.”

“Minyoung will really go out of her way to get something she wants, huh?” You frown and Jaehyun shrugs his shoulders.

“It’s okay, she can’t have me.” He smiles. “I’m all yours.”

“Since when?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t remember you confessing to me.”

“Did I not just confess to you right now?” He pouts.

You look away from him to hide the grin spreading across your lips. “Did you not? I don’t know, I might have to hear it again.”

“Y/N,” he whines. 

“Okay, I’m just playing with you.” You glance at him. “But maybe I really want to hear it again.”

The both of you stare at each other. Jaehyun feels time slow down and his heartbeat pick up. You were easy to read now. Your soft brown eyes show nothing but love and warmth the moment he looks into them. A faint smile replaces the grin on your face when you see your own reflection in Jaehyun’s eyes. 

“I’m in love with you,” he whispers. “I think I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, but was too blind to see it.”

“Yeah,” you pinch his cheeks. “You might need to get a pair of glasses to fix that.”

“You’re not going to say it back?”

“Say what, back?” You tease and he pouts.

“I take it back, then—”

“Fine!” You cut him off. “I’m in love with you, Jae. I’ve been in love with you since we were seven, since your seventh birthday, to be exact. That’s why I have that photo up on my wall.”

“Really?”

You smile. “Really.”

One year later…

“Quick! He’s arriving in five minutes!”

Jaehyun’s mother scurries around the kitchen with a pot filled with kimchi stew while Jaehyun’s father washes up the last set of dirty dishes. The mansion has been empty for the past week because Jaehyun had been travelling to several business events. His parents had decided to arrive home earlier than Jaehyun was informed off, to surprise him just like last year. 

“He said he would be home by seven! It’s only five!”

“Maybe his flight landed earlier? I don’t know!”

The both of them are scurrying around the dining table, making sure everything is set up perfectly. They set up three plates and glasses along with three pairs of cutlery just for the family. The dining table is colourful with several dishes Jaehyun’s mother had cooked for him. 

Five minutes soon become ten seconds and the both of them are fixing up the Christmas tree. Soon enough, there’s a knock at the door. The both of them glance at each other and let out a huff of breath. As they both head towards the door, Jaehyun’s mother dusts off her apron before opening it. His parents could only stare in shock.

“Welcome home—”

“Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad. Meet my girlfriend, Y/N.”

author’s note: it’s finally done! ahhhh!! after so much interruptions, it’s finally done. i’m just happy that it’s done. i’m so sorry for having you wait for so long. but here it is :-) i hope you liked it and i wish you a happy new year! 

i’m also wondering if i should do a drabble game where i post a list of AUs, prompts, and genres for you to choose from and i’ll write something short in return. what do you think?

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parings: jung jaehyun x reader

genre: ceo!au, arranged marriage!au, consumption of alcohol, asshole/player Jaehyun, swearing

[ ◇ angst ]

note: BB deals with themes of mental and physical abuse, which can be upsetting for some readers. If you feel uncomfortable reading these types of plots, you are advised to not continue

a/n: just a little update before things get a lil crazy. i didn’t want the characters to go through so much so quickly, so enjoy this filler chpt!! also send me some feedback, i’d love to hear from you guys! ♡

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You woke up to a throbbing headache and the sun shining in your face. You tried moving away from the light, but a firm pair of arms held you in place. Turning your head, you see Jaehyun sleeping peacefully behind you. You instantly jolt away from him, aghast that you two were in the same bed. 

Jaehyun stirs from the impact but immediately falls back asleep after mumbling incoherent words. Out of all the moments you’ve had with him, this is the first he held such placidity, you couldn’t help but see those features of his that everyone admires. Jaehyun’s skin coated with a honey tone that looked like it was made for a polished statue, the way his feather-like eyelashes kissed his cheeks, and the tint of his lips. It felt like you’ve done this before, admire him. 

Oh no, we didn’t...you looked down and realized you were wearing his shirt, clutching the black cotton between your fists. 

“You’re awake,” Jaehyun whispered, rubbing his eyes. 

“Uh yeah,” you avert your gaze elsewhere, even his morning voice made you jittery. 

“Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything,” he responded, looking at your disheveled state. 

Your hair was put in the worst bun possible, last night when Jaehyun was removing your makeup, your hair was all over your face so he had no choice but to put it up somehow. Since you slept in it, more hairs poked out making you look bizarre. The bare face you possessed brought out the puffiness of your cheeks and the swole in your lips. Jaehyun couldn’t help but look at you, who sat in his shirt. Considering that it was bigger on you, he noticed your shoulder poking out. Nervously, Jaehyun diverts his gaze elsewhere. 

“Then how did you get into my bed?” you asked, the last thing you remember was drinking to the sight of him and Chaeyoung at the after-party last night. 

“You wanted me to stay,” Jaehyun clarified. 

“And you listened to me?” you blurted, clearly frustrated with your actions. As you threw the blankets off, Jaehyun gently grasped your hand to stop you from leaving. 

“Y/n, please. About last night, I meant what I said at the Charity Ball,” he began.  

“I don’t know,” you brushed him off, standing up. 

“Please, just hear me out,” Jaehyun begged. 

You hesitated for a bit, what if he doesn’t mean his words? What if he just goes back to how he was? You inhaled enough air to inflate your lungs, making your decision. You sat back on your bed, crossing your legs, letting him continue. 

“I know what I did was wrong and nothing will ever justify it. I was just angry that I wasn’t allowed to find love for myself, I was angry that I couldn’t be with Chaeyoung. All of the words I said that tore you down, every action that I had done to hurt you, I take it all back. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that and I’m truly sorry. I know it’ll take a while for you to forgive me, but please, I want to apologize for everything.” Jaehyun looked up at you and you knew he genuinely meant what he said because you’ve never seen such misery in his eyes. 

You sat dazed in front of him, your mind couldn’t stop asking questions. Does he even mean all of this? “So what does this mean?” you looked up from your lap. 

“I don’t know, but I do want to try this out with you. I want to see if I can get there with you...no-” he shook his head, “-I want to get there with you and we can go as slow as you want!” 

You sat there thinking to yourself, you were so conflicted and guarded. Is this too soon? Is he just saying this to get in my head? 

“Please say something,” he pleaded, fiddling with his fingers. 

“I-“ you inhaled a sharp breath, “-I don’t know Jaehyun. We’ve been so hostile towards each other the entire time. This is toxic, this isn’t good and I don't want this.” you faltered. 

“Then what should I do?” Jaehyun asked, brows furrowed. As desperate as he sounded, he genuinely wanted to be better for you...and for himself. 

You didn’t know, you didn’t want to say anything because there was a lot that you wanted him to do, “Jaehyun,” you fumbled for the correct words, “I-your words really hurt me, don’t think I have the heart to trust and forgive you right now.”

“Oh,” he lowered his head, clearly disappointed. 

“I appreciate you apologizing though. I think it’s just going to take me some time to figure this out on my own.”

“Of course, take as much time as you needed,” he stood up and with soft steps, walked out of your room.

Why is he so sad in the way he walked? What happened yesterday and why is he suddenly acting differently? You threw your blankets aside and rested your hands on your propped up knees. Your pounding headache wouldn’t stop as you tried to recall the events that happened last night. You remember the vibrations of the blaring music, the flashing lights, the sheer coating of sweat on your body, Jaehyun dragging you away, the dried tears that stained your cheeks, and...you crying. Oh my gosh...you winced at your humiliating behavior as the conversation you had with Jaehyun came back. How can you be so stupid? Get your shit together, damn it y/n!

It took you a while to get yourself out of bed, you didn’t want to risk facing Jaehyun. Maybe that’s why he’s all apologetic now. You thought, citing your conversation with him from last night. When you finally heard the familiar sound of his door shutting, you got up to wash your face. It was then you realized you didn’t have any makeup on. Oh, he must’ve taken it off…

After getting yourself ready for the day, you walk downstairs and there’s a saturated aroma of savory breakfast food filling the air, “You made breakfast?” you walked down to see two sets of plates placed on the table filled with food. 

“Yes,” Jaehyun’s lips pressed together. 

“Oh, thank you.” 

“I’m sorry for not making you any last time,” he scratched the back of his head, “um, let’s eat.” 

If you were to be honest, the tension between you wasn’t exactly there, but it was just a little awkward. You sat across from each other in silence as you ate, the quietness was eating you alive so you took the courage to speak first.

“What happened last night?” you asked him, you just wanted confirmations of your thoughts. 

“Well” he began, “at the club, you got super drunk that you started dancing with one of my friends, Johnny Suh. So I took you home and...you started crying.” 

“Oh my gosh,” you rested your forehead on your palm, embarrassment washing over you, so everything I said was true. “Please don’t tell me what I said,” you held up a hand and continued eating your food. You already knew what you said, you just didn’t want to hear it from Jaehyun.

“Oh. Okay,” Jaehyun thought that maybe you were just embarrassed, but he also felt like you didn’t want to talk about how you truly felt. He figured he’d have to wait for you to be ready without being intoxicated. 

The day went on how it usually did, you both went to your rooms, this time leaving your doors opened a bit. Occasionally, you’d go to the kitchen to get a snack and you’d see him doing the same. Instead of just staring at each other with a void, a small nod would come.

It’s going to take time. Jaehyun reminded himself as he watched you go back up to your room.

You, on the other hand, you weren't handling it too well. You were so used to people coming and going as they pleased, that you’ve built yourself a wall. You’re just trying to be cautious because of the past and because of how Jaehyun regarded you. 

Your phone rang, interrupting you from your thoughts, “Hello?” 

“Hey, how are you doing?” Haewon asked. 

“I’m fine.” 

“You left me last night without telling me that you were leaving early with Jaehyun,” you knew your best friend was pouting on the other side. 

“I’m sorry, I was just really wasted,” you sighed, you needed to stop doing that. 

“Yeah I know, at least you got home safely,” Haewon commented, “he didn’t...yell at you again right?” 

“No.” 

“Oh really? What happened?” 

“Well this morning, Jaehyun apologized and said that he wanted to actually try. But I don’t know, Haewon. I really really don’t know what to do,” you faltered. 

“Really y/n? He apologized? And you’re going to really believe that? ” Haewon doubted. 

“I mean he sounded sincere,” you shrugged.

“Well, I don’t trust him at all! I hate the way he treats you. There’s no way he whole-heartedly meant it.” Haewon retorted. 

“We’ll see,” you huffed. 

“Anyways, I know you're still planning your collection for spring and summer, but I just wanted to check up on you. I hope you’re doing okay,” you felt her heartwarming smile melt your heart. 

“I’ll be okay,” you reassured her. 

“I’m serious, y/n! If he mistreats you again, Imma just have to come over and give him a little punching!” Haewon threatened. 

“No! Don’t!” you said in bewilderment, “Mark already did and it didn’t end looking good, so please, no more fights.” 

“What? Mark Lee? No way.”

You explained to her the situation of that morning, you still couldn’t erase the image of Jaehyun who looked defeated and contrite at the time. The way his full shoulders suddenly withered over his sturdy body, his firm hands collapsed beside him, and his eyes painted in poignant. The image stained your brain and no matter how much you tried forgetting it you couldn’t help but feel the slight twinge in your chest. 

You rushed the conversation, in hopes of ending the topic, “alright, it’s late and I have to get into the office early tomorrow. Goodnight, I’ll talk to you later,” you yawned. 

“Okay, love you,” Haewon replied. 

You hung up, feeling your stomach grumble. You’ve been in your room all day, you haven’t gone out to eat yet. You headed to the kitchen for a late snack and as you opened the fridge, you spotted a written note stuck to the top of a container.

[ I made some for dinner, but you seemed busy on the phone. Just heat it in the microwave until it’s the way you want it ] 

You took off the top, smelling the stir fry. You nodded, impressed that Jaehyun can actually cook. Once it was warm enough, you sat at the table and scrolled through emails.  You had more files that needed to be approved, hopefully, it wasn’t as much as the last round. Launching a new collection was definitely hard, especially when it’s for two seasons of the year, which meant two different concepts. You loved your job, but sometimes you wish that there were easier ways to approve things. 

“Good morning,” your mother greeted.

You pressed your lips together at the familiar sight on your desk. Once again, there were stacks of files sitting on your desk, so you had to literally move them to make room for yourself. As you sat down, you ordered the files from most urgent to least and immediately got to work. 

This time, you weren’t so harsh on yourself. You often took breaks and occasionally got food with your mother, you enjoyed the time you shared with her because it wasn’t often that you did. 

“How are you and Jaehyun?” 

“We’re...good,” you hummed, stirring the tea that sat before you. You watched as the tinted liquid swirled after your spoon in the glass cup, it went with the flow. Maybe I should too. 

“Honey, I know when you’re lying,” she took your hand in hers, almost as if she was trying to shield you from the dark world of being hurt. 

“Mother, really, we’re fine,” you sighed. You didn’t want to trouble her or stress her out, you both already have enough on your plate. 

“Just know that you can tell me anything, okay? I’m your mother.” 

“Of course,” you thinned your lips. 

When you came back to your office, you were persistent on finishing, so you worked hard until the series of words soon became blurred and your brain couldn’t absorb any more information. When you looked at the clock, it was suddenly 7pm. You felt the tension in your shoulders, rolling them back, you knew you needed to reward yourself before you started on another department. You strolled into the break room and brewed a cup of tea and sat at one of the closer tables, you heard a text from your phone. 

[ Jaek-ass: hey I made some food and stored it in the fridge again. Just reheat it when you come home ] 

You haven’t changed his name from your contacts, you were going to leave it at that for a bit. Of course, he was gentle in caring for you when you were wasted, you could still feel the warmth of his arms around you. Also when he apologized and when he made you dinner, but despite all that, you were so guarded. You know he was trying, but the hurt that he caused you was blocking you from accepting it. 

When you came home around 9, it seemed like Jaehyun was already in bed. He usually worked from home, but this week he was in the office. You envied how he always seemed to have it lucky, everything usually goes his way. You walked to the fridge to take out the container of food he prepared for you, this time it was macaroni and cheese. You chuckled as you set it in the microwave, you always ate this during your college days whenever you were pulling all-nighters. The taste brought you back to your old days. 

You found your mind wandering to Jaehyun and his old days. You wondered where he went to think and process his thoughts, who were the friends that made him laugh and formed those dimples of his, you didn’t know a lot of things. Did he talk to Chaeyoung yet? You sighed, they had so much history. You knew you were intruding into their relationship, but this was a situation that you couldn’t help. 

As you got ready for bed, you called Haewon for a little chat, before you moved in with Jaehyun, she would always come over and spend time with you. You missed her dearly, she was the crazy friend that always gave you a good time, but this time you wanted to talk seriously with her. You expressed to Haewon your concerns about letting your guards down and opening up to Jaehyun. She always knew you were guarded and always did her best to make you feel comfortable, but she felt like if you never let your walls down, there was going to be no one waiting for you. You huffed when she said that, all you wanted was to find someone for yourself… but maybe that person is you. 

“Well, I’m going to head to bed. You probably have a busy work schedule too, so go to bed, I’ll talk to you later. Love you.” Haewon bid. 

“You have no idea. Goodnight, love you,” you hung up the phone and threw yourself on the bed. It’s not like you can blame your parents for putting you in this position, this is all they know, they were put in this situation, and so were your grandparents. To be honest, it felt like a family curse.

When you woke up the next morning, Jaehyun had already left for work. Breakfast was stored and as you reheated it, you scrolled through your emails. The Designing Department had already sent digital images of rough drafts for the upcoming Spring-Summer collection. The designs didn’t look right, so you figured you’d have to go to their department today. You exhaled in annoyance, going down there meant that you weren’t able to work on the files, which means that everything you hoped to finish was going to be put back. 

“Morning sweetie,” your mother greeted from her desk. 

“Good morning mother, I have to go down to the Designing Department for a bit today, have my assistant call me if I'm needed.” you quickly set your bag and made your way.

You double-check your notes, making sure everything was ordered and organized. As the upcoming CEO, you had to have your life together. As the elevator doors open, you stride to the open doors that hold one of the most important assets of the company. 

“Good morning, Ms. y/l/n.” everyone greeted you. 

“Yes, good morning, everyone. Today we have a busy day, I went over the files that were sent to me and some adjustments need to be made. That being said, I want to work with the design processors first, we’ll get all of the designs done for the prototyping to begin today. Everyone, get to work!” You commanded, everyone dispersing into their job. 

You walked over to where the processors were, they were in charge of designing the outfits. The colors, patterns, print, and proportion were all done by them. Several of them had their head buried in their desk, Park Chaeyoung. There she was, sitting in her desk, solely focused on her designs. Her head perked up once you towered over her. 

“I heard you’re very good at designing-” you nodded at her drawings, “-may I take a look?”

“O-oh! Of course,” she handed you her stack of papers. 

You quickly scanned her sketches, her lines were delicately drawn with preciseness and the patterns complimented the outfit, she unexpectedly met your expectations. One thing that bothered you was that the colors didn’t harmonize well together, instead, they clashed. Nonetheless, you were still impressed. 

“They’re not bad,” you sighed, handing them back, “but I advise you not to play with the colors too much. The designs are very well drawn, but the colors clash too much. It makes it hard on the eye.” you advised her. 

“Yes, Ms. Y/l/n, thank you for the advice.” Chaeyoung bowed her head. 

You smiled back before drawing your attention to the rest of the team members. You went to each of them, making sure the designs were well correlated with the collection. You made sure to speak with every designer and ensure that everything corresponded. Every fabric, texture, detail, and sampling had to be perfect, there was no room to mess up. 

By lunchtime, you weren’t as close to finishing as you wanted to be, but you can tell that you lacked effort from the designing team. You huffed in annoyance, “alright, everyone, thirty-minute lunch, please. Be back as soon as possible!” you demanded. 

As you let the entire team to lunch, you sat and scanned over the designs again, ensuring everything was perfect enough to move on. You wrote corrections and notes here and there, so the processors knew what to revise and change.

Jaehyun sat in his office chair, fixated on the papers in front of him, his hair tousled, and his tie slightly loosened. Going over the accounting finances were a pain in the ass, he had to make sure everything was correct, and so far, they weren’t. The debits and credits were mixed up, even an elementary student could’ve figured it out. It wasn’t even better that he was meeting up with Chaeyoung at her place tonight. Jaehyun was going to clear things up with her and for once, he felt like he was doing the right thing. 

Back at Audace, as soon as the department was back, it was time to get to work. You gave the processors a few minutes before beginning the prototyping process. Not only was designing hard but so was sewing. Everything had to fit together, the fabric needed to be embedded, and it had to be the fabric that the outfit was designed for.  You glide the folded textile through the sewing machine, yarn connecting it into one. As you put the finished textile on the mannequin, you heard someone scolding. You turned your head to see the head department, Jieun, lecturing Chaeyoung as she held her head low. You walked over, hoping to alleviate the tension. 

“You should know better! Even if Ms. Y/l/n gives you thirty minutes, you only have twenty minutes! We are launching our Spring-Summer collection. We don’t have time to be flexible, we don’t even have time for lun-”

“Everything alright here Jieun?” You raised a brow. 

“Y-yes,-” she bowed, “-everything is okay.”

“Then let’s get back to work, we have a lot to do.” 

You led the Designing Department through the whole process in making the outfits. Textiles were sewn, fabrics were slipped on the mannequin, and outfits were completed. You sighed after completing a few, the department still had a few more to go and it was almost the end of everyone’s shift. Your fingers flowed through the silky fabrics of one of the blouses you put together, you were putting your whole heart and soul into this collection, you had to impress society that you were made to be the next CEO. A ring from your phone suddenly distracted you from your thoughts. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey y/n,” it was Jaehyun. 

“Hi, is everything okay?” It wasn’t usual for him to call you at all.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m just letting you know that I won’t be home until later tonight,” he said. 

“Oh, ok-” you paused, “-do you want me to leave you some dinner?” 

“No, that’s okay. I know you’re busy with work, just get some sleep when you get home. I’ll eat when I’m done.” Jaehyun said. 

“Okay,” you bid him goodbye and hung up the phone. 

You could hear the fatigue and stress in his voice. Maybe he’s busy at work, hopefully, he gets some sleep. You didn’t want to meet an angry Jaehyun again. You eluded your thoughts and got back to work, you figured that you’d be working overtime also, so you did your best to rush with preciseness. 

Jaehyun cleaned his desk, he grabbed his bag, ready to leave for Chaeyoung place. He hadn’t figured out what he was going to say to her, but he had a clear idea. 

“Goodnight Mr. Jung,” his employees bowed as he passed them. 

Once Jaehyun was driving on the road, his mind strayed to you. He wondered if you were okay at work, if you had a lot, and if you were taking breaks often. Jaehyun didn’t exactly know you, but he knew how stubborn you were, especially when it comes to work. You liked to plow through the work, you liked to get things done. Jaehyun sighed as his palms tightened on the steering wheel, he was nervous to talk to Chaeyoung. So many ‘what if’ scenarios flashed through his mind.

When Jaehyun pulled into Chaeyoung's parking lot, he felt his palm sweat. Uneasiness settled in his bones, he didn’t want to break her heart, he didn’t want to break the woman he loves. He’s already broken you, he didn’t want to break another, especially Chaeyoung. Jaehyun timidly walked up to her door, quietly knocking on it, hoping that the hush of it was heard. 

“Jaehyun!” she pulled him in for a hug, shutting the door behind him. 

“Hey,” Jaehyun gently pulled her away, “we need to talk.” 

Chaeyoung pulled him to her couch, she sat and grasped his hand sensing the seriousness, “Is everything okay?” 

“I-” Jaehyun rubbed his face, hoping it’d release some of the tension behind his expression, “-we need to stop.” 

“What do you mean?” Chaeyoung’s voice quieted. 

“This,” he pointed back and forth between them, “we need to end this.” 

“W-why? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice weakened.

Silence drapes the room as Jaehyun sits across Chaeyoung. He knows he has to tell her the truth, that’s what she deserves, but her reaction made Jaehyun anxious. Would she hate me? What if she never wants to see me ever again? He couldn’t afford to lose her, but at the same time, the guilt ate him alive every time the image of you flashed in his head. 

Jaehyun tangled his fingers through his hair. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he exhales, “I’m engaged to someone.” 

“What?” Chaeyoung’s eyes widen, “who?”

There was a long pause before Jaehyun can speak up, “Y/l/n Y/n,” he lowers his gaze at his fiddling hands. 

“My boss? You’re engaged to my boss?” Chaeyoung stood up appalled. 

“Please sit,” he begged. 

She yanked her hand from his, “How? Why? Since when?” 

“Since a while ago, we won’t be getting married until the summer. It’s for business, but honestly, I just don’t think my dad wants me to marry you,” he quietly scoffed, “Jung Corporation is a joint company with Audace.” 

Chaeyoung’s head falls into the palm of her hand, “I hate you. How could you do this to me? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” 

“Because I wanted to be with you! But I’ve treated y/n like shit and now...I want to try this with her,” Jaehyun whispered the last part. 

Chaeyoung sits in silence, before she releases a long-awaited sigh, “Please go,” she points to the door. 

“Ch-Chaeyoung, please,” he pleaded. 

“Get out, Jaehyun!” 

So as much as Jaehyun wanted to stay he knew he had no choice but to leave, he knew that you were probably waiting at home for him. This is now over and he knows that it’s time to focus on fixing this up with you, but he can’t help but feel the pain in his chest. For such a long time, he’s waited for Chaeyoung to come back from the states and start a life with him. Of course, things never work out for him. 

Before he drove home, Jaehyun drove to the edge of a cliff. The twinkling lights that lit the city helped him overlook his problems, it helps remind him his problems were only small. Jaehyun rested his head on the steering wheel, a choked cry came out, which grew into sobs about everything he’s done. Jaehyun wanted out, he didn’t want to be put through this, not anymore, but thought of you always reminded him that he wanted to be better. Even though he had you, his heart hurt for Chaeyoung, the memory of her crying, pointing out the door, telling him that she hated him would resonate in his mind. 

When you got home, Jaehyun hadn’t made it back yet, usually, he’d be home around 5 if he was ever late. You shrugged it off, making your way to the kitchen making dinner, and turning on some music. You were making your favorite dish, pad thai. Hopefully, Jaehyun liked it too because you were going to pack a little for him. 

The rice noodles that sauteed with the sauce and vegetables filled the kitchen with a delectable aroma. You set yourself a plate and a container for Jaehyun, leaving it uncapped to cool down. You sat by the table, munching on your dinner as you scrolled through your phone. You replied to text messages and emails that required your approval. 

“Maybe I should just stay later,” you sighed. Since you spent the day in the Designing Department, you didn’t get the chance to work on any other department files. You rubbed your temples in frustration, you were going to have to bring them home. You were never fond of bringing work home, you cherished the moment you had after work because it was your time to relax and be at peace. Work was work and whatever work you had you left it in your office until the next day, but everything was so demanding now. 

You didn’t want to think about it anymore, you set your phone down to enjoy the food in front of you, but you shortly heard the door open and a tired Jaehyun walked in. His hair was tousled, his tie was loose, and a couple of buttons were undone. His eyes held dark bags and were stained red, was he crying? Jaehyun looked at you curiously, to him, you looked overworked, considering you were still in your work clothes. 

“I just got home,” you answered, it was like you read his mind, “I made some pad thai and packed it in the fridge, just give me a second-” you got up from your chair, making your way to the fridge, “-I’ll heat this up for you.” 

“O-oh, you don’t have to. I can do that, just come finish your food.” Jaehyun stuttered. 

“It’s okay,” you already had the pad thai on a plate and placed it in the microwave.

You set the warm food in front of Jaehyun who seated himself beside your chair. You watched him from the corner of your eye, you wanted to see his reaction. 

“This is really good,” his eyes widened. 

“You like it?” you asked. 

“Yes, what is this?” Jaehyun asked, taking another bite. 

“Pad thai,” you replied, “when I was younger, my family and I would often take trips to Thailand. One of the chefs taught me how to make it since I like it so much.” 

Jaehyun nodded, continuing to eat as you quietly sat and finished yours. You offered to clean up and let him get ready for bed, but he was persistent in doing the cleaning, so you let him. You walked up to your room to get ready to shower, hoping that the hot water would release the tension in your shoulders. As it did, you couldn’t help but feel unsettled, you were typically good at giving people the cold shoulder, especially to Jaehyun, so why were you suddenly being considerate of him? You dug into your subconscious to see where your feelings were with him. You convinced yourself it was going to take time to forgive him, but your actions already said that you did. Colliding with your thoughts, you didn’t know who to listen to. 

It was late and you wanted to leave for work early in the morning, but as you laid in bed, you couldn’t stop shuffling in your sheets. Your body was physically drained, but your mind was everywhere. Why did he come home late? Was he crying? Your brows furrowed. You remembered how he looked at you when he came in, for a split second you thought you saw heartbreak and regret in his eyes. Maybe he went to go talk to Chaeyoung. You sighed. Only your thoughts of tomorrow could confirm it. 

So there you were, 5am, sitting in your office going through the files. With your tea beside you, the shuffling of papers swayed the steam coming from the cup, almost cooling it down. 

By the time your mother came in, you had finished the Marketing Department’s files. “You’re here early. When did you come?” Your mother set her bag on her desk. 

“5,” you said, grabbing the files leaving the office. 

You stood alone in the elevator, employees coming and going. On the 5th floor, Chaeyoung stood wide-eyed as the doors opened to the sight of you. She bowed and quickly came in, standing a few feet from you, you saw how she tightly held onto the files in her hands. You figured she had to drop some paperwork off at another apartment, but your assumptions stood true, Chaeyoung’s eyes were swollen, bags shadowed beneath her eyes. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days, even though you saw her yesterday. 

The two of you stood silent until the 4th floor was met, you nodded to her and left for the Marketing Department. On your stroll there, you could hear whispers occurring as you passed by. The Marketing Department was notorious for gossiping, they knew many of the present trends and updated buzz. Usually, they spoke about you, but a familiar name was called and you slightly stiffened. 

“Did you see the pictures of Jaehyun at the after-party?” one of them said. 

“No, show me!” another begged.

“They’re blurry, but isn’t he handsome???” the girl gawked. 

“Who’s that girl he’s carrying?” another asked, frustration glazing her question. 

“I’m not sure, but I’ll figure it out. I always do,” the girl chuckled. 

Your eyes widened as you realized that girl they were referring to was you. You quicken your strides to the head office, you quickly drop it off to make your way back to your office, avoiding the girls. You panted as you fell into your chair, you weren’t aware that you were holding your breath through all of that. 

“Are you okay?” Your mother noticed your thwarted expression. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, getting back to work. 

As you worked on your files, you lost track of time as your focus was solely on completing them. Your mind was distracted the second your secretary stood in front of your desk. 

“Can I help you?” You asked, your focus not leaving the papers in front of you. 

“Ms. y/l/n, someone is here for you.” She said. 

“Unless they have an appointment, I don’t have time to talk.” 

“M-Ms. y/l/n,” your secretary hesitated, “it’s Mr. Jung.”

You sighed, looking at the clock. You hadn’t realized it was already noon. Why is Jaehyun here? “Let him in.” 

Your gaze avoided the door to your office, you didn’t want him to think you were waiting for him. When Jaehyun walked in, he was dressed in a dark grey suit, his tie well done, his hair slicked back, he looked rather composed, unlike last night. 

“Hi, I hope you’re not too busy,” Jaehyun walked up to your desk, you could smell the cologne he always wore. It held a clean, wood, and rich scent like it was made solely for him. 

“Just a little bit, is everything okay?” You quietly asked. 

“Yeah,” he sat down in one of the seats in front of you, “I was wondering if you have time for lunch.” He enjoyed the moment last night as you two ate, so he wanted to have lunch with you today. 

Oh...Your eyes slightly widen, you didn’t know if you were excited or surprised. “I have time,” you nodded. 

“Great, I don’t know what you like so I just brought some kimbap that I made,” Jaehyun’s lips pressed together. 

“That’s okay, I like it.” You reached to grab one and popped it in your mouth.

Before you could grab another, your mother marched in, “Honey, I’m ba-OH! Mr. Jung, I wasn’t aware you were coming. I’ll leave you two be.” she quickly ran out. 

“No, mother it’s okay!” You begged, anticipating the awkward tension between you two, but she was quick to leave. “Sorry about that,” you commented, lowering back into your seat. 

“That’s okay,” Jaehyun chuckled, you saw those dimples and his whiskers again, it sent jitters to your spine. “What are you working on?” he nodded at the papers in front of you.

“Um-” you looked at your files, “-just approving the departments’ files. We’re coming out with a new Spring-Summer collection, so they need my approval for several things.” 

“That’s a lot. When do they need it?” 

“By the end of the week, I usually finish by Thursday but it looks like I’m going to have to bring some home so I can just finish on time,” your smile fell when you realized who was standing at the door. 

Jaehyun picked up on your expression and turned around in his seat, “Ch-Chaeyoung.” 

It felt as if time had slowed down, the three of you stood still in your places. None of you said a word and let the unsettling feeling resonate in each other’s bones. The silence blanketed the room and brought tension between everyone. 

You held your breath before speaking up, “What is it Chaeyoung?” you asked.

“Your secretary wasn’t at her desk and I needed to drop these off as soon as possible, they need your approval.” She walked towards your desk and gently set them on your desk. 

You thank her as she bows and leaves, Jaehyun’s gaze never leaving her figure. You felt your stomach lightly drop, was it the kimbap? Or were you flustered, hot, and maybe a little jealous? Nope. 

You cleared your throat, earning Jaehyun’s attention, “I’m full and I have a lot to do, so I’ll see you at home.” you said, this was a way of forcing him out of your office. 

“Y/n,” Jaehyun’s head fell to the side.

“I don’t want to know Jaehyun. Whatever you have with her is your issue,” you opened the doors to your office, “please leave.” you did your best at keeping your composure together. 

“Y/n, I ended things with her.” Jaehyun’s palms fell in front of you in reason. 

“Please, Jaehyun,” you gulped, “go.” 

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