#jay oneshot

[sunghoonbite]

pairings: heeseung/jay/jake x reader

warnings/content: nsfw, first time sex, valentine’s day! mutual pining, foreplay, i kinda edged u all on this one i’m sorry if u need a part 2 i understand

minors dni, before reading

hi happy valentine’s day!! it’s just these 3 bc i didn’t have the time to write for sunoo tonight, but i totally can add him at some point if you guys want it. hope u enjoy :o

you wore lace lingerie to heeseung’s dorm to tease him, his t-shirt that he gave you some weeks ago thrown overtop of it, your legs hidden by comfy sweatpants.

you had gone out earlier today for valentine’s day, to the mall and out to eat. but you wanted more than that. you called him up and let him know you’d be over to spend the night, and of course he immediately accepted your invitation.

heeseung wanted more too. when you drove to the restaurant, your sephora bags from the mall sitting on the floor of his car, you sat in the passenger seat, silently looking out the window. he’d look over at you once he got to a stoplight, and his eyes trailed down to your thighs every time. the weather was nice and you wore a skirt for him.

silently, he cursed himself. why did he want to touch you so badly? you sat innocently next to him, legs crossed, but the only thought on his mind was the sounds you’d make as you made a mess over his car. would you whine his name? grab his hand as he fucked your cunt?

when you got to his dorm, he looked you up and down, infatuated, although you were dressed messily in his shirt. you leaned in once inside and your lips met.

“take my top off,” you whispered against his mouth, and his hands trailed up your back. you felt his lips curl upwards.

he obliged, shirt falling to his carpeted floor, and he blinked at the lace bralette that just barely covered your chest up.

“can you fuck me, heeseung?”

once your words spilled out of your mouth, he had you pressed into his bed within seconds.

jay took you out to eat on valentine’s day. you had spent the night before, not unusual for the two of you, and while drifting off to sleep you mumbled some barely coherent words about what restaurant you wanted to be taken to. so, gladly, he surprised you the next evening. “surprise” being a loose term, since he quite literally will do whatever you ask. taking you out to eat is a minuscule task.

you got ready in his bathroom, and stepped out in a silk, short black dress. his eyes wandered instantly, your curves evident as the fabric hugged your body, but he looked away after getting a good glance. jay was typically short with his compliments, not at all meaning that he disliked your appearance whatsoever, but he felt almost intimidated by your beauty, and feared if he spoke too much about what you looked like or wore that it would become uncomfortable.

so, he uttered softly, “you look good.”

when you got to the restaurant, though, he wasn’t able to look away, despite his efforts. you were seated across from him, and you were both yet to order. your eyes scanned the menu, unaware of his scanning your body, and you pressed your lips together as you thought about what to order. you looked up at him, ready to ask his opinion, and he was already staring at you.

“is something wrong?” you questioned.

“you look amazing,” he stated your name after his sentence.

you beamed, face beginning to flush, and you looked up as you brushed his comment off.

“thank you!” you smiled, fully aware jay’s words are always genuine.

he spoke your name again, pausing afterwards. you looked at him.

“how about we go in the car?” his voice was low.

you waited a moment, trying to understand his request, but tilted your head slightly once he didn’t elaborate.

“why? what’s wrong?”

quietly, he leaned in and replied, “i want to fuck you in the parking lot.”

his words were unusually bold for him. your mouth opened as you looked around, searching for if someone heard him.

“would that be okay?” he asked, before you had the possibility to answer, “it’s okay if you want to wait for another time.”

you took your purse that rested on the table, and began to sit up out of your chair.

“i want to,” you said quietly, “fuck me in the parking lot.”

so he did.

you and jake stayed in for the holiday. you both planned this ahead, so he surprised you. he bought you chocolates and flowers, and placed them in gift box of your favorite things. you spent the day together, captivated with one another’s presence.

now, though, it was getting late, and you sat together on his couch. you started the third movie of the night, snacks from earlier scattered over the table in front of you. his arm was around your waist, and your head rested on his shoulder to accompany your body that was curled up on his side. you were close, so close.

for some reason, your body started to heat up. his touch against you was nice, but you wanted more from him. you wanted jake on your skin. you wanted him to touch you more. lower. deeper.

you shifted, hoping to release some tension as you tried to inch closer to him. it wasn’t possible, you were already nearly connected to him, your clothes the only thing separating you. it was agonizing, you wanted to feel him.

you lifted your head up to get a better look at his face that was fixated on the screen. when he felt the warmth leave his shoulder, he turned to you. you kissed him once he did, his mouth meeting yours.

once the kiss broke, you moved closer, sitting on his lap now, straddling his thigh.

“what’re you doing baby?” he asked, mouth curled up into what you made out to be a sheepish grin.

you leaned in to kiss his neck.

“i need you,” you mumbled against his skin.

his hands wandered down and held onto your waist firmly.

“yeah? need me how?”

you lifted your head up once again and a sigh escaped your lips, you turned your head to the side.

“jake, i want you to fuck me,” you said, cursing yourself mentally for letting yourself say it so boldly, so desperately.

“all of a sudden?” he asked, but not complaining, completing his sentence with a small laugh.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to,” you added.

“no, no,” he replied, “i want to.”

as he said that, he lifted your top above your head to start undressing you. he pressed his palms against your waist and laid you down on the couch gently.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath at the sight of you, “you’re gonna look so pretty on my dick.”

you did, if you could call your mascara running pretty.

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[luvyeni]

please do a jay smut 🤌🏻🤌🏻

MY FAVORITE GIRL; PARK JEONGSEONG

pairings. sugardaddy!jay x fem!reader

wc. 1.6k+

warnings. daddy kink , breeding kink, oral kink (m. receiving), doggy style , unprotected sex, name calling (cum slut)

i hope you like it <3

you're jay's favorite girl ...

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my favorite girl❣| where are you?

daddy💓| im coming princess , i had to pick up a few things, just wait outside in the front.

you pouted , look at the text, you had been waiting for him for 20 minutes and you were starting to get impatient. "where is he?" you said to himself.

"oh y/n , you're still here?" you close your eyes , trying not to roll them at the voice. "hi mei." you turned , putting on your best fake smile. "how are you?" the girl in front of you smiled. "im good." she looked you up and down. "are you waiting for someone?" you nodded. "yes i am , im waiting for my boyfriend." you seen her her face , fall into a thin straight line for a quick second — before she turned back on that smile , just as fake as yours.

"ah , i was hearing a rumor that you finally got a boyfriend , i guess it is true." you wanted to smack the sly smirk off her face. "well , where is he?" you looked at the text. "well he's- i knew it." she scoffed. "look you don't have to lie about having a boyfriend to make people like you , it seems a bit childish." she was really starting to irritate you. "i'm not- princess." you heard a familiar voice , that made you smile. "there he is."

he got out of his car , making his way over to you. "i'm sorry baby." he kissed your temple. "i got caught up at work , and i wanted to stop and get you something to make up for me being late , it's in the car." he finally payed attention to the girl in front of you — who's mouth was practically wide open. "baby , is this one of your friends , hello im jay." your face scrunched up in disgust. "not re- of course, we're like best friends right y/n , im mei." she stuck her hand out , you scoffed.

jay took notice of your mood , getting the hint. "right." he ignored her hand. "well we have to go , i have more surprises for my princess tonight." you smiled , squeezing his hand. "let's go jay." you didn't even bother saying by to her , before you dragged him back to the car. "here princess , get in and get comfortable." he closed the car door , getting in the driver's seat. "look in the back love." you reach behind the seat , pulling out the chanel bag , you squealed. "it's the bag i wanted , thank you so much jay , you reached over kissing his cheek. "no problem baby."

you could only laugh watching mei's face scowl up , as you drove away in jay's car. "her face was priceless." jay's eyes were on the road , one hand on the wheel , one on your thigh. "jay did you see her face?" he nodded. "i did baby."

"oh my god jay , this bag is so pretty , isn't it?" you held the bag close to your persons. "it is baby — you seem to be forgetting something." you furrowed your eyesbrows in confusion. "but i said thank you." he squeezed your thigh. "you're so cute princess , but you've call me jay four times baby , you know that's not my name." your face heated up , you looked down at your feet. "uh baby , are you not gonna apologize?" you knew he wasn't asking , he was telling you to say you're sorry.

"m'sorry." he kissed his teeth , squeezing your thigh hard , you whimpered , panties dampening at the action. "you can do better than that." he said. "m'sorry daddy , i didn't mean to call you jay." he tapped on your knee. "that's okay princess , you'll make it up to me when we get home right." you nodded , knowing what he wanted.

the ride home was quick and silent , he helped you out of the car — taking the elevator up to his condo , his hands resting on your waist guiding you to the door , putting in the password to the door. "go to the bedroom baby , put on my favorite." he kissed your temple , his hand coming down to squeeze your ass.

you quickly made your way to the room , finding the baby pink lingerie set that he loved so much , stripping yourself of your clothes , putting on the pretty outfit , sitting on your knees on the bed , waiting for him to come.

he made his way into the room — his tie undone , sleeves rolled up , holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. "look at you , looking all pretty for me." he sat down in the chair , taking a sip from his cup , calling you over. "come get on your knees for me baby." you got off the bed , getting on your knees , crawling to him , just like he liked. "good girl." looked down at you , smirking as you sat on your knees in front of him , his cock bulging in his slacks , it made your mouth water.

"look how your eyes light up at the sight of my bulge , my little cock slut , you want it in your mouth?" you eagerly nodded , making him laugh. "go ahead , it's yours princess." you smiled , reaching for his pants , unbuckling his pants , he lifted his waist up , letting you pull them down to his ankles , along with his boxers , his cock slapping against his tummy.

he hissed when you kiss his tip , the pre-cum sticking to your lips. "fu-fuck princess , put it in your mouth now." he growled , you complied , grabbing the base of his cock , slowly taking him into your mouth. "mmh fuck , your mouth feels so fucking good princess , just like suck my cock like a good girl." he groaned , taking another sip of his drink , titling his head back. you bobbed your head up and down , the tip of his cock , hitting the back of your throat. "sh-shit , you're little throat is squeezing my cock , keep going." he grabbed your head , pushing your head all the way down , you gagged and gurgled on his cock , the noises from your throat furthered his orgasm. "ngh fuck princess , m'gonna cum down your throat." he grunted , you hollowed your cheeks , taking him all the way down your throat.

"sh-shit , m'cumming , m'cumming." you felt his warm seed shooting down your throat. "good girl , take all my cum." he pulled out of your mouth , looking down at you , mascara ruined , lips red and swollen. "so pretty baby." he caressed your cheek. "thank you daddy." you smiled , your voice horse. "take that off and get on the bed , ass up how i like princess." you got up off your knees , taking the set off, getting on bed.

you arched your back waiting for him — jay admired your ass , stepping out of his pants , making his way over to you , spreading your ass cheeks , your glistening cunt on display. "such a pretty fucking pussy , baby." he pushed a finger inside your whole. "tight to." he thrusted his finger in and out of you. "d-daddy , i want more." you moaned. he shook his head , slapping your ass , you yelped. "have you forgotten your manners princess , has daddy spoiled you too much?" he growled.

"pl-please da-daddy , i want more , m'want your cock , please." you begged , desperate to cum. "you want my cock princess?" he replaced his fingers with his cock , rubbing it up and down your slit. "y-yes please." he pushed his tip into your aching pussy. "da-daddy fuck!" you moaned as he slowly slid his cock into you.

"princess, you're squeezing my dick." he grunted , his cock , hitting your cervix. "oh my — daddy fuck! " you screamed , as he pulled out, slamming back into you , over and over. "that's it , take my cock princess." he grunted , "don't be lazy baby , fuck yourself back on my cock." he smirked , watching you move your hips against him. "baby , i know you can do better , like this." he pushed down on your back , hitting that spot , that had you seeing stars.

"fu-fuck daddy , m'gonna cum." you whined , he keep roughly fucking into that spot. "are you now?" he pulled up , turning you on your back , pushing back into you. "did you ask princess?" he rubbed your clit. "fu-fuck , daddy please." tears ran down your face , you looked like a goddess to him. "pl-please , i need to cum." you clenched around his cock , he hissed. "sh-shit , go a head and cum , since you were a good girl , cum as much as you want." he toyed with your nipples , you shuddered , moaning cumming on his cock. "sh-shit , look at you creaming my cock -fuck- im gonna cum , where do you want it princess?"

"in-inside , i want inside." he almost came from that. "sh-shit , want me to breed your pussy , fill you with my cum?" you nodded , feeling yourself about to cum again. "fuck okay , i'll breed you princess , i'll give you anything you want , just cum for me again." your mouth dropped open , and you let a moan that was almost pornographic , as you came once again , your orgasm triggering his.

"fuck , fuck , fuck , im cumming." he hilted his movements , his cum filling up your cunt , some of it leaking out. "that's it princess , take my cum." he sighed, hovering above you , his diamond necklace dangling in your face. "my pretty girl , you did so well." he pulled out of you. "so so well." he praised you , getting up to run you a bath. "come on , let's get all cleaned up."

he sat in the bubble bath , your back pressed against his chest , leaving little kisses on your wet shoulder blade. "how we take a trip , i'll take off work?" he said , massaging your shoulders , you laughed. "i have school." you said. "you can take a few days off , or bring your work with you , princess i don't care , i just want to be with you , alone somewhere on a island." you thought about it , smiling. "fine , let's go." he kissed the top of your head. "you can pick the place baby."

"thank you so much." he hummed.

"anything for my favorite girl."

©️LUVYENI

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[srjlvr]

SEVEN ROYALTIES

,, once upon a time there was a princess who managed to melt the prince’s cold heart ” — park jay.

park jay x fem!reader genre: arranged marriage , one sided love at first , angst , fluff ! warnings: curse words , mentions of food (nothing serious, just dinner breakfast and all) , uhh dunno if it’s really a warning but just a rude behavior. | NOT FULLY PROOFREAD!!

WORD-COUNT ; 5.1k+

NOTE. it took me a while to finish it forgive me my loves. i’ve been in london and came back so i couldn’t really write it for a few hours straight. i reaalllllllly hope you’d find a way to like jay’s part as it’s not really my fav so far i’m sorry- i love you all!! hints of jake’s story are dropped in here as well ;)

royal life sucks.

at least that’s what you believe. others would say it’s the best thing that a person can wish for—and by others you mean your parents.

ever since you were a child you were taught how to behave, how to speak formally and how to treat others like a princess should.

oh and of course how can your silly little brain forget? you need to get ready for marriage as soon as you’re born into a royal family.

so royal life does suck. a lot.

you’ve met numerous princes from all across the country. with you’re parents forcing you to meet any prince they see—it’s quite hard to avoid all of them.

on one of the days, you wanted to catch a breath, so you went to the forest that was the nearest to your own castle.

groaning as you heard your parents yelling at you to take the guards with you, you quickly turned your heels and walked away. the guards will eventually find you anyway.

you sat by one of the trees as soon as you dived deep in the forest. you opened your favorite book you took from your library and started reading it.

you fell asleep after a while, being too tired of life in general and your parents’ constant screams about finding a prince to marry didn’t help any of that at all.

you woke up to a rustle noise and put your hands up since you thought you were caught by the royal guards.

it wasn’t the case at all.

you got up and noticed a little child roaming around the forest. you were about to go up and help him until something stopped you.

“hey! kid! what are you doing here all by yourself?” to be more specific, it was someone.

he wore a uniform only a royal blood would wear—he’s definitely a prince.

you looked at the prince and god, he was so breathtaking. his uniform suit him the best, and his jawline was definitely one to stare at. how come you’ve never met him?

“i-i got lost in the forest, i don’t know the way back” the kid’s eyes were filled with tears.

“hey, it’s okay, don’t cry” he smiled and grabbed the child’s hand, “let’s get you out of this forest”

the kid nodded, “what is your name?” he asked.

“my name is jay” the prince held a hand over his chest as a friendly gesture and the kid smiled, “i’ll tell my mother about you jay”

the prince laughed and shook his hand, “no need to! you should keep that as a secret”

the prince and the kid kept walking until they were nowhere in sight and you finally released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

you have to meet that prince jay no matter what.

his kindness was what attract you the most to him. who can blame you? beside his outstanding visual, he seemed so kind and generous. definitely a one you’d like to marry.

you came back to the castle and prepared yourself to hear loads of screamings from your parents, but instead you were greeted with a wide smile smeared over their face.

“what’s with that face? you’re scaring me” you sighed.

they looked at each other and cheered at the same time, “we found the perfect husband for you!”

“what?” you spit out.

“we have everything closed! a husband, a place and of course, a date!” they clapped.

“you didn’t even ask me about it!” you shout and they rolled their eyes, “you’re getting old already y/n, and we’re definitely not getting younger. you need to marry someone already so we decided to help you a little”

“this is ridiculous, i can’t believe on you” you shook your head and went back to your room.

“be ready for the meeting tomorrow at ten in the morning!” they shout as you harshly closed the door.

“good morning your majesty, the queen asked me to wake you up early today and help you get ready” one of your servants softly caressed your hair.

you sighed and nodded, “thank you”

you got up and your servants helped you to get ready to meet your soon-to-be husband.

you thought about running away multiple times before, but now you’re definitely considering it as your only way out.

“what if i’ll just run away?” you mumbled while your servants were busy fixing your dress, “don’t be like that your majesty, you’re our only hope in this kingdom after your parents” one of them answered.

they’re actually right. as an only child it is your responsibility to take after your parents when their time will come to an end.

“come on, quickly! we don’t want to be late” you mother waved her hand at you and signaled you to get into the car quicker.

you sighed heavily, an obvious look of disappointment and sadness is smeared all over your face.

“we’re driving to hybe’s kingdom now, i’m sure you’ve heard of them” your father excitedly explained, “you’re going to meet prince jay, your soon-to-be husband”

your eyes light up, did he just say prince jay?

“prince jay?” you asked and your parents nodded.

“his mother is a good friend of mine, when she heard that we’ve been searching for a husband for you she told me one of her sons needs to marry off to someone too!” the queen smiled, “in order to take the throne he has to marry someone, which means you’re getting a kingdom for yourself!”

“it’s not my kingdom” you murmured, “but i am excited to meet my soon-to-be husband”

your parents clapped hearing the exciting news. they never thought you’d get so excited to meet the person you’re off to marry.

“good afternoon” hybe’s queen greeted your parents with a lovely smile and a welcoming hug.

“afternoon! how have you been?” you mother asked her while you curtsy in front of the other queen, “wonderf—oh what a pleasing surprise to see such a beautiful face here in this kingdom”

you smiled widely, “good afternoon, your majesty. i’m l/n y/n”

she then giggled, covering her mouth with her fingers as a formal gesture, “you don’t need to be so formal with me young lady, i’m your mother in law already”

“your mother told me a lot about you! i had to get one of my sons to marry you no matter what” she added.

the king then called everyone to gather in the dining hall and you did as he told.

“it’s nice to finally meet you, my future wife”

as soon as you arrived into the dining hall you were greeted by prince jay, your soon-to-be husband with a kiss on your hand and a slight bow.

before you even noticed it, you were already a blushing mess. this man surely knows how to fluster people!

“it’s nice to meet you too, my future husband” you smiled and curtsy in front of him.

he stared at you and you couldn’t deny his breathtaking visuals. you held your breath, suddenly feeling so nervous around the prince.

your parents made you sit next to jay, you were between him and your parents, as jay was between you and his family.

“so,” one of the seven siblings started speaking, “i’m heeseung, the next one as you already know is jay, then jake, sunghoon, sunoo, jungwon and riki”

you nodded, “it’s nice to meet you all, i’m l/n y/n”

their parents then clapped, “we’ll be leaving now with your parents! stay here and chat for a bit, we’ll tell you all the details later today”

you nodded again, this time a bit hesitated since you’re going to stay alone with your future husband and his six other siblings.

or so you thought.

“we’ll be going now as well, after all you do need some privacy” jake smiled warmly at you.

you looked at the rest of the siblings and they all mouthed you a goodluck,

why were they looking at you with such pity in their eyes?

“so—” you planned on starting your little speech now that you’re alone with jay, but he cut you off before you could even continue.

“don’t get the wrong idea, i’m doing all of this for the throne and my kingdom,” he groaned, “in order to get my kingdom i need to marry, you’re the best option i have right now”

you were taken aback, completely speechless and disappointed.

“shouldn’t you give this a chance? we’re marrying anyway so we should try to—“

“i don’t believe in love anyway,” he scoffed, “especially not when it comes to marrying off to someone like you”

“someone like me?”

he nodded and replied, “a spoiled princess who marries off to a prince”

“i saw you yesterday, in the woods, helping a little boy,” at this point tears started to form in your eyes, “you were so kind to him, why am i different?”

now he’s the speechless one. it took him a while to think of an answer and as he was about to reply both of your parents entered the room again.

you pressed on your eyes to clean the tears that were threatening to fall and smiled at yours and his parents.

“the wedding will be held next week! it’s official and it’ll happen in our ballroom” your mother-in-law smiled warmly at you.

she seemed kind, unlike one of her children.

you nodded and your parents cheered, “i can’t believe my daughter is going to marry” your mother pat your head and you tried not to cringe.

“you’ll pay a visit in your kingdom in a few days as well” your father-in-law added.

this whole idea feels surreal. you? marrying off to a prince? and you didn’t even do anything against it!

you believe that sooner or later, jay will find a way to fall in love with you and find some interest in you as you already did in him.

“morning! i’m taking you to choose a wedding dress today” your mother woke you up with a big smile on her face.

the whole idea about being able to marry a prince you finally found some interest in really excited you.

you’re almost sure that he didn’t mean what he said yesterday, and it’s probably because he got stressed about the whole wedding thing. keyword, almost.

you decided to give him time, and maybe after the wedding he’ll calm down.

“you look so beautiful” your mother held her hands over her mouth and tried really hard not to cry.

you held her hands and smiled, “thank you mom, i got my beauty from you”

the whole week passed in a blink of an eye, and you were already getting ready for your own wedding, held in hybe’s huge castle.

loads of princes and princesses from all over came to congratulate the new couple and to your request, a few important citizens were invited as well.

your visit in your new kingdom that was held a few days ago was nothing but humiliating.

you were busy greeting the citizens while jay went to the other side of the town, completely as far away from you.

the citizens kept asking you if you’re doing okay and if you’re sure about that marriage since prince jay doesn’t seem to treat you right, but you just giggled and shrugged it off, telling them it’s ‘completely normal for a couple to have a fight a few days before their wedding’.

you then arrived to your new castle together, “walking with me around the town isn’t something bad to do, you know that right?” you asked him before you entered but all he did was to ignore you.

you took a few moments to take in the beauty of your castle and your garden, forgetting about the fact that jay is standing next to you with fierce eyes.

“you’ll be taking the room at the end of this hall and i’ll be taking the one on the other side” he started speaking, “don’t talk to me unless it’s important” he added and you scoffed.

did he really have to separated your bedrooms too?

“jay we’re going to be a married couple, don’t you think that—“

“i already told you i don’t care about this marriage, you should be thankful i’m letting you in the castle anyway” he rolled his eyes and entered his new room.

you stayed there, dumbfounded and speechless again for the nth time.

“it’s okay, he’s probably just stressed, that’s all” you convinced yourself to calm down and forced a smile.

the guards that came to accompany you looked at you with an apologetic look, feeling sorry for what just happened and what is about to happen in the future.

as you were now pronounced as a husband and a wife, you couldn’t help but take a look at jay, who was standing right next to you and holding your hand.

for the first time ever since you first met, he smiled at you.

maybe there’s a chance for the both of you?

your wedding was more than amazing, your parents kept on smiling and laughing, it honestly made you feel relieved about the whole situation.

the rest of the guests kept congratulating you and complimenting you about how good you look.

your mother-in-law kept hugging you and showing you off to her friends.

jay couldn’t stop smiling at you and staring at you as well and honestly? that felt so good.

until the moment you were left alone in your new castle. thinking that maybe, only maybe now jay will show some interest and ask you how do you feel about the wedding and the whole situation.

instead, he just got inside his room, not before commenting something like “don’t talk to me unless it’s something important” for the second time.

jay was always known as the cold hearted prince in his family. he can’t explain why and won’t even budge to explain as well. his ego is boosted enough to care about himself and himself only. and well, maybe sometimes his family.

when his parents said the exciting news about getting a kingdom in terms of marriage, he was the first one to jump and ask from his parents a little help, that’s the only reason he got married before the first prince, heeseung.

he doesn’t believe in love. he thinks it’s stupid and distractful, he likes being alone.

when he saw you, he couldn’t deny your beauty, he got a bit taken aback by your gorgeous smile that was smeared all over your face.

but he couldn’t show how mesmerized he was, not when his image is the cold hearted prince and his ego is up in the sky.

he couldn’t deny the fact that he likes your presence, even if both of you spent about an hour alone.

he still remembers the first time he saw you. he was around the woods, walking around and exploring the view, until he saw a figure laying besides a tree.

he walked a bit closer and that’s when he noticed your peacefully sleeping face. god, you looked so pretty even when you slept.

he didn’t know you nor your name, but he felt so relaxed when he saw you.

until he heard some rustles and was sure someone or something was about to attack you.

when he noticed it was a little child his eyes softened and he ran to the child in order to help him.

on a usual day he wouldn’t care about the lost child, but something about your presence made him want to help out and take care of the child.

as soon as he saw that he was going to marry you, he had to push you away at any cost.

you’d be a distraction for him, and that’s a big no.

you on the other side however, held hope about this marriage, after all you weren’t being taught about marriage and how to be good to your family your whole life for nothing, were you?

the first morning after your marriage was quite weird to say the least.

you weren’t awaken up by your parents’ annoying remarks about marriage, and you weren’t even being called into breakfast.

you quickly got ready and went down to the dining hall, already seeing jay sitting in one of the chairs and eating his breakfast already.

“you could’ve called me for breakfast…” you whispered but it was enough for him to hear.

“why would i?” he asked and you were left speechless, “nevermind” you shrugged and sat on one of the chairs across the table.

breakfast was awkward and quiet. none of you spoke, only sounds of muffling were heard between the two of you.

“should we walk around the town today? i feel like we—“

jay sighed, cutting you off, “no, i don’t see a reason to do so”

you replied with a quiet ‘oh’ and nodded, “either way i’ll be going out to—“

“i don’t care” he cut you off again.

you pressed your lips together and nodded again, leaving your seat and going back to your room.

you had to do something about it, there’s no way he hates you that much, right?

that evening, after committing all your duties for the day, you arrived to the castle’s kitchen, greeting all the servants with a kind smile and asking them to teach you how to cook.

“your majesty, a royal blood like you shouldn’t cook your own dinner” they said but you shrugged them, “i insist, i want to make my husband a small surprise, even though i’m not the best cook”

they all nodded and taught you everything you need to know.

at dinner, you sat at the same seat you took at breakfast. right across jay, who was busy daydreaming about something.

you waited for him to finish the food and asked him, “how was the food?”

“appetizing” he answered coldly and pushed back his chair to get up and walk back to his room.

you were bored. you had no one to rely on. the servants became your best friends now ever since you asked them to help you at the kitchen.

you asked them to teach you how to do laundry, cook, clean and much more.

you had nothing to do anyway so why not?

you did most of those things to impress jay. but all you got in return was scoffs and ignorance from his side.

it sucked. and if you thought royal life sucks, this is ten times more awful than royal life only.

he got sick? you’re the one who’s running around with medicine. he felt a bit hungry? you’d be the one to cook him meals. not even minding the facts you have tons of servants in the castle.

after a while into your marriage, and your dozens attempts of making jay have a slight interest in you, you got tired of it.

you felt drained. you felt tired. you felt unwanted.

in one of the days you paid a visit in your parents’ castle.

your one and only home.

you looked at them, eyes full with nothing but love when they looked at each other. you won’t ever see them doing something by themselves, always having to rely on each other no matter what.

you envy them, you feel jealousy whenever you’re watching them and you don’t know what to do about it.

“i was thinking,” you called out in your dinner with your parents, “it’s been a while since we’ve been together and i really miss the both of you”

you sighed, “can i come over for a few days?”

you had to do it. even though all your parents did was to worry about you getting married, they still showed you and showered you with love.

you need to feel loved now, you need those few days with them now. and maybe even eventually you’ll never go back to your current kingdom.

your parents looked at each other shocked, “is everything okay between you and jay?” your mother asked.

not wanting to ruin jay’s image, you nodded, “nothing bad happened, i just miss you two”

“if that is the case then of course! you know this is your own kingdom as well” your father opened his arms out and you hugged him.

you got back to the castle without even having your usual dinner with jay.

he felt frustrated, were you busy doing something more important than a dinner with him?

he knew it wasn’t his place to brag, heck he shouldn’t even feel frustrated, but he can’t help it.

“the food tastes different today” he mumbled, “i wonder why”

of course he doesn’t know you’re the one the always cooked him his meals so far.

you made the servants swear on their own life that they’ll keep that as a secret for their whole life.

and for the first time ever since your marriage and ever since you were taught how to cook, you didn’t cook for him. and he couldn’t understand why it tasted so different for him to the point that he didn’t even want to finish his meal.

the next morning you packed your stuff and stood by the door, you looked over jay who tilt his head in confusion, “i’ll be leaving now” you started.

“i don’t know for how long, and i’m sure you don’t even care. so don’t mind me” you took your last bag and walked away.

jay was left speechless. did you really just admit that you’re leaving him? does that mean you’re planning to divorce him?

why does he even care?

“she’ll be back” he whispered and went to have his breakfast.

he was so wrong for that.

it has been a few days, even weeks since he last saw you.

people started talking and spreading rumors about a divorce between you two, and his parents paid a visit in the kingdom.

he used a lame excuse of “she’s on duties, she told me she’ll be back late and is extremely sorry for not being able to greet you two” and they believed him.

a few days later he was invited to hybe’s kingdom, to meet the person his older brother heeseung fell in love with.

when he heard about the person being the same commoner he warned heeseung about, he couldn’t understand him.

how dare he break the rule of not marrying a commoner?

how did he even managed to fall in love with such a commoner?

he only then realized how messed up he was the moment he heard heeseung’s partner explaining how much she loves him.

he felt even more devastated when he heard how much his older brother is willing to sacrifice in order to marry the commoner.

there’s got to be something that he’s been doing wrong.

you, on the other hand really missed jay. even if he wasn’t even sparing you a glance, even though he ignored you most of the time, even though he denied anything you suggested, you can’t lie you just want to start all over again with him.

there’s something about him that kept you attracted to him, you can’t let go of that feeling.

spending the last few days with your parents made you realize that all you had to do was to confront him instead of going around in circles and trying to get his attention.

jay’s guilty feelings were eating him alive.

just now he heard from the servants that you were the one who took care of him all the time.

this is the only reason his food tasted differently lately, and the medicine he takes when he’s sick has changed.

he’s got to do something about it, but what and how?

“hey, sunghoon,” jay called his brother and sunghoon answered with a short ‘hm’. “have you seen jake?”

sunghoon looked up at jay and slowly shook his head, “i don’t know where he has been lately, he has been gone for a few days already, i’ve been lying to mom and dad about his whereabouts but i really don’t know where he is”

damn. he wasn’t expecting that answer. jake? running away from royalty? what has been going on lately in the little mind of his?

jake is known as the best advice giver, and jay wanted to ask him for some advice about his marriage life. but now that he’s a runaway prince who can jay talk to?

“jungwon,” jay knocked on his younger brother’s door and opened it right after.

“is everything okay?” jungwon asked worriedly.

“i need help,” he sighed, “i messed up, big time”

“is this about your marriage?” jungwon already knew. he was expecting his older brother to mess up his marriage. after all, he wasn’t expecting from much when his brother’s ego is boosted up.

“you should go to her” before jay could even speak again, jungwon put his hand on jay’s shoulder, “admitting that you messed up in front of her is the best thing you can do right now”

jay nodded slowly, “how did you—“

“lying to mom and dad and telling them she’s on duties? not showing up with her for dinner with everyone? come on! it’s so obvious”

“thank you” jay smiled and ruffled the younger’s hair, “update me with whatever is happening” jungwon chuckled.

“you should update me with whatever is happened with jake! where is that idiot?”

jungwon shrugged and sighed, “all he said is that he might be back in a few months, or never”

“what about mom and dad?”

“they don’t know anything, they’re sure he’s staying in his friend’s kingdom for a bit”

jay shook his hand, “let’s hope he’ll be back soon”

that night jay could barely sleep. he spent hours over hours thinking about a way to get you back to him.

he only now realized how much he cares about you, how much he likes your presence, how much he misses you and needs you.

he wanted to tell you all of this but didn’t know how to put it in words, what can he do?

the moment he woke up he cursed under his breath. he knows you’re at your parents’ kingdom, which means he has to tell your parents what happened as well.

can his life be more miserable? he can’t blame anyone but himself honestly.

he took a deep breath before entering your castle.

bowing in front of your parents and waiting for a response from them.

“jay! what a pleasant surprise to see such a king in our home” the queen smiled warmly at them.

“how can we help you?” the king asked.

“i’d like to see your daughter and my wife, y/n” he gulped, nervous and scared of their reaction.

“it’s really been a while since she went back to your home, i guess she missed us that much!” the queen giggled.

jay froze for a second. you didn’t tell them about the whole situation at all? why do you still care so much about him when he treated you so bad?

he couldn’t take it anymore and as soon as your parents guided him to your room, his eyes roamed around and finally softened when he found you.

“jay?” you asked. you were facing the window and took in the view, until you heard your door opening and turned around to welcome the guest, “what are you doing here?”

“y/n” he whispered and got closer to you.

you frozed, it was the first time he called your name ever since your wedding. what happened to him?

you tried to read his eyes but couldn’t. his fierce gaze is long gone, his softened eyes replaced it.

“i’m so sorry” he stopped when he felt he was too close to you. he was actually one step from caging you in his arms, but was scared you’re too angry and hurt to care about him.

“you’re…” you breathed, “sorry?”

you’re almost certain this whole situation is a one big dream.

prince jay? the cold hearted prince? just apologized? in front of you?

“i’m sorry, i was being a jerk, i wasn’t thinking straight” he shook his head, “i thought that if i’d let myself get distracted by you i’d get lost, but i was so wrong. i’m so lost without you”

you couldn’t believe what you’ve just heard. it feels too surreal to see jay almost begging on his knees for forgiveness.

you could see his eyes filled with tears that were threatening to fall. “when i first saw you i was so taken aback by your beauty, you’re so pretty y/n. i loved your presence, even if it was for just a few seconds because i was being a jerk and always ran away from you”

when he noticed your soft gaze he finally stepped closer and caged you in his arms, “i was so wrong. i was scared to fall in love but i already did. it took me so much time to realize that i’m sorry y/n” he whispered in your ear.

he felt so relieved when you wrapped your hands around him and buried your face in his neck.

“it took you so long, idiot” you chuckled, “i’m glad you finally realized how much of a jerk you were and i’m expecting for a payback”

he giggled and nodded, “i’ll give you anything you want as long as you promise to stay with me” he held out a pinky and you interlocked your own with his, “i promise”

not even a day passed and you were already back in your kingdom. yours and jay’s kingdom.

he promised to love you forever, and even planned a little wedding for the both of you, saying that “that wedding was nothing but toxic, you deserve a new and a better wedding”

you played along with him and remarried him again, this time with both of your hearts full with love and affection to each other.

“did you know?” he asked and you hummed, “what?”

he kissed your sweet lips and smiled through the kiss, “i love you so much”

you playfully pushed him and giggled, “i love you so much too, jay”

a few days passed and ni-ki’s birthday was held in hybe’s kingdom.

jay introduced you to heeseung and his future wife and after a while of talking ni-ki called you and you had to go.

jay smiled at heeseung and his partner, apologizing for acting like a jerk and thanking them for saving his marriage.

he went back to you right after that and pecked your lips while holding you tightly.

“by the way, ni-ki asked me to adopt him and i agreed”

“why would you do that—“

“my new parents! i love you!” ni-ki hugged the both of you as you both giggled and held him tightly.

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Mornings with you

Parents Jay x reader

Fluff, smut

The way that the members are depicted in this story has nothing to do with how they really are or how I feel they are. It is all solely for the storyline so please bear that in mind 🫶

Summary: Mornings were absolutely perfect with your husband and your two baby boys but Jay has been waiting too long to have you to himself

Warnings: cursing, use of pet names, joking of an accident, irresponsible driving, car sex, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected sex (please lmk if I need yo add anymore 🤍)

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The sweet cry of your 5 month old baby woke you from your deep slumber. As you stretched your arm out, you noticed the absence of your husband but just assumed he was at the gym just like every day off for him. You dragged your feet over to the cot by your bed and was met with your little human with fat tears of hunger. He looked so adorable in his little swaddle and no matter how many times he woke you up with his crying, your heart still melted every time

“Good morning ducky! Don’t cry, mama’s here” you cooed at the little bundle

From the sound of your soothing voice, your baby instantly calmed down and hiccuped. His bright eyes stared up at you and he smiled so sweetly. As you undid his swaddle and lifted him out of his cot, his tiny legs scrunched up. He snuggled into your chest and let out tiny gargles when you cuddled him and you just wished that you could stay like this forever

You sang ‘Polaroid Love’ to him as you slightly bounce him and made your way out of yours and Jay’s bedroom. There was music playing from downstairs paired with the voices of your husband and toddler singing along. A smile was plastered on your as you made your way to the racket and the sight in front of you made your smile even wider

The two of them looked so cute with their pyjamas and fluffy bed hair bouncing as they danced to the song. Your 3 year old was a spitting image of his father and he barely carried any of your traits. You could tell that your youngest was going to be the same but you couldn’t complain since your husband is so cute.

The sound of your footsteps caused them to turn in your direction and quickly, your toddler pattered over to you

“Mummy! Daddy made ankcakes!” He jumped enthusiastically with both hands gripping onto his favourite breakfast

“Oo yummy! Can mummy have some pancakes as well?” You squatted down to his eye level

Being the sweetheart that he was, your son fed you a bit of the pancake in his hand and let out an excited squeal when you took a bite

“Thank you monkey” you pinched his chubby cheeks and stood up to face your gorgeous husband

The fond smile he had on his face was enough for you to fall for him all over again. It radiated so much warmth and love that it made you feel all mushy inside.

He came around the kitchen island with a fresh pile of fluffy pancakes in the shape of hearts to wrap his free arm around your waist. As he pulled you in, he pressed a kiss to your temple and another kiss on your baby’s forehead that was resting against your shoulder

“Good morning my princess. Did you get a good rest? I didn’t mean to wake you with the racket” he mumbled

“I did my love thank you. And you didn’t wake me don’t worry. It was this little munchkin calling for his breakfast” you smiled and bounced your baby slightly

If he could, Jay would’ve stood there just staring at you but his daydream was interrupted by your toddler asking daddy for uppies. He let out a laugh before picking up your son who then leaned to over to you to give you a slobbery kiss on the cheek.

As he looked back at his pancakes and then saw yours, he let out a tiny whine to his dad

“Daddyyy! Why did mummy get heart ancakes? What about baby?” He pouted and patted his chest to emphasise how he felt betrayed

Jay stroked his son’s head before explaining “You got Mickey Mouse pancakes remember buddy? Then you ate them all up like a big boy”

His eyes reflected so much adoration as he looked at his pouty son. Luckily, your toddler instantly had a massive grin as his father jogged his memory of the fun pancakes. With a giggle, your son climbed down from his dad’s embrace to eat the rest of his pancakes and ran off to the living room to watch his favourite cartoon

Jay dragged a seat out for you to sit down for breakfast before taking a seat next to you. Since your baby needed feeding, you started to breastfeed him whilst Jay fed you your pancakes like the gentleman he was.

“By the way, I let my mum know that I’ll drop the babies off around 2pm. Everything is packed so you don’t need to worry about anything” he carried on feeding you as he was talking

The two of you barely got to have some time alone so Jay took the time to organise his days off so that he could have you all to himself. Having the babies already took a lot of time but Jay’s hectic job was also a massive factor. But now that he was going to have a few days off, he was going to take advantage and get you all alone before spending the last few days off with you and your babies

Fortunately for the two of you, Jay’s parents lived very close and never passed on the opportunity to babysit their grandchildren. And because they had retired recently, it meant that they could help to look after the boys when you were too tired

Your baby unlatched from you so Jay took is as his cue to take him and start burping him whilst you fixed yourself and finished your breakfast. Once you washed your plate, you joined your boys in the living room to watch some cartoons. It was moments like this where you wanted time to stop and just capture everything around you

Your toddler was on his stomach, drawing in his colouring book but getting distracted by the TV every so often. And your husband was next to you with his head on your shoulder with your baby lying on his chest sucking on a pacifier. You all stayed like that for a bit till it was time for you to get your babies ready to go to their grandparents.

It seems like you were blessed with the most well-behaved kids ever as they didn’t make a fuss when you got them ready. Jay’s parents would always joke about how that was one aspect the babies were different from their father who in contrast, was a mischievous child who would run away.

In the car, Jay had put on the baby playlist for your toddler to sing along to whilst his baby brother stared at him with a smile. You looked at Jay to admire his perfect side profile as he concentrated on the road. It was like he felt your gaze on him as he turned to look at you with a smirk

“You’re staring beautiful” he mumbled whilst bringing your hand up and placing a kiss on you knuckles.

Your cheeks heated up and you turned away, pouting

“No I’m not”

He chuckled and ran his thumb over the back of your hand as they remained interlocked on your lap

To Jay, it felt like absolute torture not being able to touch you they way he wanted to ever since the babies were born. Even before you had your youngest, it took ages before he could get the time to make love to you. It didn’t help that your toddler was a mummy’s boy and would throw a fit whenever you were out of his sight for too long. Jay was glad that your babies got more used to staying with their grandparents so he could drop them off and devour you on every surface of your shared home

He gave into temptation and removed his hand from yours to grip your inner thigh. You turned to him in shock but all he did was squeeze your thigh whilst keeping his attention on the road. For the sake of your kids, you kept your composure and just let your husband carry on with his antics for the rest of the journey

After what felt like hours (it was 10 minutes), you finally made it to Jay’s childhood home where his parents were already stood at the door with bright smiles on their faces. When Jay parked up, you both got out to get your babies. Jay had your toddler and the bags while you had your baby. The four of you made your way to your in-laws and they greeted you all with open arms.

Your babies seemed absolutely fine with being dropped off, which you were so relieved by. Your mother in law offered you and Jay a drink but Jay quickly declined

“No it’s ok mum Y/N and I need to rush back now. Thank you for taking the babies”

He kissed your sons’ heads before dragging you back to the car with a cheeky grin, resembling a kid getting excited to play with their new toy. You and his parents laughed at his enthusiasm and you blew kisses to your babies. When you got in the car, they waved back (with the help of their grandparents) and it tugged at your heartstrings. Seeing them so far made you second guess whether you should just take them with you.

Jay could see your hesitation so he gave you a soft kiss on your cheek

“I know you already miss them baby but you’ll see them in two days. And they love being at their grandparents so you don’t need to worry your pretty head” he whispered sweetly and stroked your cheek

“And anyways, daddy is in need of mummy’s full attention”

The car journey was absolute torture for Jay as you were kissing and licking his neck whilst rubbing on his hard bulge. Seeing how much he was struggling made you giggle but you still wanted more. You unzipped his pants and slipped your hand inside to get his dick out. It looked so painfully hard and the precum leaking from the tip made your mouth water. As you pressed kisses to his jaw, you used your pointer finger to lightly run up and down his length and swirl is around his leaking tip.

“Oh fuck baby, please don’t tease me” he moaned and threw his head back. Luckily you guys had just pulled up to a red light so he rolled his eyes back and tried to catch his breath

“What do you want me to do then daddy?” You cooed and looked at his with bright, not so innocent eyes

“Suck daddy, princess. Suck me good and daddy promises he’ll make your legs shake when we get home” he stroked your head softly and slightly pulled you down towards his crotch

You felt that he had suffered enough so you instantly took his entire length into your mouth. He jolted from the sudden feeling and let out a moan that made you gush in your panties. He hips automatically thrusted into your wet mouth and you whimpered from he constant moaning. The vibrations of your satisfying whimpers added another level of pleasure for you husband that his slightly drifted on the road. From sudden shift, you took your mouth off him

“Love, if you’re not gonna concentrate on the road then I’m gonna stop” you warned

“No no no baby please carry on. I promise I’ll concentrate this time” he begged and grabbed your hands

“Hmm I don’t plan on you causing an accident so you’re gonna have to wait my love” you lightly tapped his cheek and gave him a peck before settling back into your seat

Jay zipped his head towards you in shock, thinking that you were only joking. But as he saw you clean yourself up, he let his frustrations bubble over. Without any warning, he forced his hand between your legs and rubbed at your covered heat harshly. The sudden stimulation caught you off guard and you threw your head back in pleasure

As he rubbed your clit over your lace thong, he growled out “You think you can tease me and just get away with it princess?”

His slender fingers moved the lace to the side before running down to your soaking entrance. Without needing to spit in his hand, he slipped his middle and ring finger inside, curling them to hit your g spot

At this point your were screaming as your head rolled to lean on the window. His fingers sped up and he used the palm of his hand to rub on your throbbing clit.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum daddy” you whimpered as tears started to fall from the overwhelming pleasure

At your warning, he retracted his soaking hand from your pussy, causing you to cry out

“That’s what you get for leaving me high and dry angel. It isn’t nice is it?” He teased whilst licking his fingers of your essence “You wanna make it up to me my pretty?”

You nodded without hesitation

“Then come suck daddy off again like a good girl”

And with that, you immediately crawled back over to his side and took his throbbing cock back into your mouth. He moaned out whilst grabbing your head to push you further down. As soon as you found your pace, he brought his hand to cup your ass before bringing his fingers back to your pussy. Your moans felt so good and they vibrated onto his dick. He was so turned on by you and couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was to have such a perfect, sexy wife who could do such nasty things to him. The squirting sounds coming from his fingers penetrating your soaking cunt made his eyebrows furrow. You were giving him such mind-blowing head that he felt like you deserved even more than him

As promised, he was driving steady on the road but he didn’t know how much longer he could wait. It would still be a few minutes till you got to the house but he needed to cum right now. So he turned a corner to a quite street and pulled up to the side

“Get up for me pretty girl. Make yourself comfortable so daddy can eat that wet pussy like you deserve”

You sat up with watery round eyes and Jay was convinced that he was going to ruin you in that exact moment. He pressed a button to make his seat recline all the way down so he was lying down. You tilted your head in confusion so he chuckled and squeezed your thigh

“Come up princess. Sit on daddy’s face like it’s your throne”

Even though you were shocked at his words, it didn’t stop you from scrambling up to crawl over his gorgeous face. He was quite literally drooling as your soaking centre hovered over him. If he had the strength to, he would’ve taken the time to admire your pussy as it clenched and dripped on top of him. But he was desperate and had forever to do that. So he grabbed your thighs and pulled you onto his waiting mouth. You tried to get up a bit so he could breathe easier but it seemed like he was against that idea. His hands forced you to rock your hips on his face so you couldn’t escape.

His perfect nose and tongue ran all over your sopping cunt and it looked like he was turning red from the lack of oxygen. Once again, you tried to get up, but he growled into your pussy, making you scream.

Finally, he moved his face away to catch his breath, but that didn’t last long as he instantly dove right back in. As you carried on grinding onto his face, you could feel a bit of movement as he brought his hand up to jerk himself off. The two of you were getting so high from the pleasure and you didn’t want it to end

One of your hands gripped onto the headrest of your seat whilst the other dragged down the fogged up window to steady yourself. The familiar sense of warmth started to build up in your stomach and your hips sped up. You grabbed onto the roots of his hair to press his face further into your pussy and that was exactly what he wanted. He moaned even louder into your cunt as you sped up and he jerking himself off faster

“Oh god I’m gonna fucking cum all over your face. Yes make me fucking cum daddy” you moaned

The two of you were moaning out and your movements were so fast as you approached your climax. Then the massive wave of pleasure washed over you as you came on his face. He carried on sucking your clit to milk it out as much as he could before he came in his hand

Jay grabbed your hips and pulled you down so he could give you some kisses to calm you down.

“That felt amazing pretty girl. So good for me” he said between pecks

You guys carried on making out with the music blaring from the radio. The kissing went on for a few minutes till you felt Jay bringing his dick to your entrance and running it up your slit. You let out a gasp as his slapped it on your sensitive clit and he laughed at your reaction

“Are you gonna let daddy fuck you princess? I know you have another in you. I’ve waited so long to fuck you like this again” he whispered into your mouth as he slowly lowered you onto his rock hard cock

He bounced you up and down, whilst thrusting up to meet your hips each time. The two of you held eye contact as your eyebrows scrunched and your mouths hung wide open, letting airy moans filter into each others mouths. His hands holding onto you were so gentle, as to not hurt you, but the movement of his hips were hard and fast, causing his balls to slap onto your ass

The hands holding onto you stroked up your back delicately before reaching your face to bring you into a sweet kiss. He stuck his tongue into your mouth to let you suck on it as you carried on riding him. The car was rocking with your movements and could definitely give away the nasty act you guys were doing

“Are you close baby? Are you gonna cum for me? Cum for daddy. That’s a good baby”

The volume of his moans increased with each thrust and you both came together. He pulled your entire weight down onto him and he wrapped his arms around you, wanting to feel every part of you consuming him. His body twitch from the intense orgasm as he remained with your body glued to his

You could tell that the pleasure was overwhelming for him as it had been a whilst since you two had been intimate. So as you tried to also catch your breath, you stroked his hair and pressed kisses to his sweaty temple. Neither of you wanted to moved so you layed on his seat, with him still buried inside of you, and listened to some music

As his breathing calmed down, Jay reached for another button to lift his seat back up. His other arm remained around your waist and his face nuzzled into your neck. Seeing his face rid of built up tension made him look so adorable that you could resist yourself from kissing him

He giggle from your cuteness as well as the tickling from your lips before moving his face to kiss you lips. His fingers danced gently on you back as he whispered

“Once I get you back home, you’re never leaving the bed. I promise you princess”

Author’s note: FINALLY!!! I’m so sorry this took so long but I hope this was worth the wait 😭 Thank you all so much for taking the time to read my works and I appreciate each and every one of you 🤍

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[rsmura]

instagram stories ୨୧ park jongseong

( bookshelf ) genre fluff, smau pairing jay x gn reader word count none warnings none

members: jungwon | heeseung | jay | jake | sunghoon | sunoo | riki

a/n none.

taglist open @euncsace @ibsysbsfsunsbs @misouer networks @k-films @kflixnet @/k-labels

© rsmura

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[junnieverse]

FUTURE SON IN LAW ➳ P. JONGSEONG

➙ synopsis: you had been together with jay for a little over a year now and your parents were constantly on your case asking about this special boyfriend of yours. what you weren't expecting was how much they loved him, dare i say even more than you?

pairing: non idol!jay park x afab!reader

genre: fluff, strangers to lovers au

word count: 1.3k

request: " hiii! can i pls request jay meeting your parents for the first time? i just read your “jay as your bf” one and need more husband material jay!! <3 thank u babes :) "

warnings: not proofread

a/n: thanks for this sweet req anon, I think we can all agree husband material jay is the best there is.

"I feel sick." you say opening up a window to get some fresh air into the car.

"You're more worried about today than I am love, breathe okay, everything is going to go well." jay tells you as he holds your one hand keeping the other on the steering wheel.

Today was d-day.

You were finally introducing your boyfriend Jay to your parents.

It's not that you didn't want your parents to meet your boyfriend, it's more so worrying because he would be the first guy you'd be formally introducing them to and not knowing how that could go scared you.

Now no man was perfect, you could attest to that, but Jay was sure damn near perfect in every aspect you could possibly imagine.

A dream come true some might even say.

So why were you losing your mind and growing more anxious the closer you got to the restaurant you were supposed to meet them.

"We're here. Don't overthink it, I don't want you going in there stressing yourself. You ready?" jay asks before kissing your forehead and you nod.

Being the first out of the car, he walks over to your side opening the door for you as he takes your hand in his getting out the car approaching the restaurant.

Walking in, you begin scanning the venue and spot your family around a large table conversing.

It was your niece's birthday today and so your sister thought a small intimate family dinner would be nice after the birthday party she had with friends during the day.

This also seemed like the perfect way to introduce your boyfriend to your family and most importantly, your parents.

Looking over to Jay once more, you smoothen out his suit as you adjust his tie, you couldn't believe you got to call this guy your boyfriend.

You clutch onto Jay's hand a little tighter and finally walk to the table and your six year old niece was the first to notice you both.

"Aunt (y/n)!" she screams excitedly as she ran over to you jumping into your arms.

"Hi sweetie, happy birthday." you tell her hugging her tightly.

"Thank you." she sweetly says still holding on to you not paying any mind to Jay solely focusing on you.

"Good evening everyone. I hope you don't mind, but I brought a very special date with me today." you say nervously as Jay politely bows before out stretching his hand to shake everyone's.

"I'm Jay Park. (Y/n)'s boyfriend." he formally introduces himself as your dad chokes on the glass of water he was drinking.

Since the formalities were now settled, the table seemed to have turned into an investigation room.

Your sister didn't really have much to say since she had already heard about Jay from you (he was all you spoke about) and she could tell how happy he made you and that was enough to approve of him in her books.

Your parents were nailing the poor guy with all these questions but Jay assured you that this was nothing and it was a 'rite of passage' to be questioned by their significant other's parents.

He made sure he answered all their questions to the best of his ability and he was seemingly doing well and they were all impressed.

"So when did you two meet?" your mom asks looking between the two of you.

"It was about a year ago. We have the same mutual friend and he thought we both had personalities that could really match and we would get along and decided to set us up during a group hang out." jay tells them smiling over at you.

It felt like all your worries were washing away with each question, all of them were answered impeccably and you should've known Jay would've handled this incredibly.

"So any plans after getting your degree?" your dad asks him.

"I want to go into culinary full time, I'm already working towards opening up my own restaurant one day and hopefully I can also get your blessing to marry your daughter around that time in the future too." he confidently says which seems to have left the entire table in shock, including you.

Marriage was a topic you and Jay had lightly went over in the past but hearing him say this for the first time made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

He was slowly but surely winning over your parents.

Your niece on the other hand may need a bit more convincing.

She moved from the seat beside her mom and forcefully sat between you and Jay because she wanted to 'sit next to her favourite person' (her mom was holding back tears at this point).

"Aunt (y/n), I think this man is stealing you away from me." she whispers in your ear pouting as she picked at her food.

"Oh no sweetie, my boyfriend Jay is a great person. Maybe if you talk to him a bit more you'll see how funny and cool he is and why I think you'll like him too." you laugh softly brushing a hair out of her face as she hesitantly nods.

"I love your daughter sir. She has definitely shown me a different perspective to life that I didn't notice before and now I can't imagine any part of my life without her." you overhear Jay say to your dad as he nods with his pokerface on display but you could see the corners of his lips curling into a small smile.

By the end of the night, it felt as if Jay was part of the family and he had known everyone for years now.

Taking in the sight of him with your niece almost brought tears to your eyes too.

Her little hand was holding onto his pinky as she told him about how she wanted to be a rockstar when she grows up after Jay told her he could play the guitar.

This all felt like the perfect way to end the night.

"Oh honey, why didn't you introduce us to Jay sooner, he's amazing." your mother lighty hits your arm before squeezing you in a tight hug.

"I'm just glad you didn't bring around some druggie kid angel." your dad says leaving a kiss on your forehead before hugging you as well.

"I didn't know how either of you would react or how this relationship would go so I didn't didn't to introduce him too early." you tell them looking down.

"If you break up I'm coming for you, not him. He is so in love with you that he might as well tattoo it across his forehead." your sister chimes in watching her daughter still with Jay as she laughed at a joke he made.

"Don't say it too loud, he might actually hear you and do it. And I do not plan on breaking up, I can't lose Jay." you jokingly say before adding in that last part.

Meeting your family went way better than you had expected and all that relief seeped in as you sat in Jay's car after saying goodbye to your family.

"See I told you everything would go well." jay says and you only nod accepting defeat that you stressed over nothing and that Jay was right.

"Hate to say it but I think they like you more than me. You're their future son in law in their eyes now." you admit feeling betrayed by your own family.

"Well I'm just glad that they like me. They have to since I'm in love with their daughter." he says.

He holds onto your hand kissing the back of your palm and you felt yourself falling in love with Jay all over again.

"Thank you." you say to him giving him a tight hug over the seat as he hugs you back rubbing your back gently.

"For what love?" he asks chuckling at your sudden behaviour.

"Everything really. I just appreciate you." you admit letting out a sigh.

"Well I appreciate you too. How about we go home now and have a movie marathon date, I'll make you whatever you want." he suggests and you laugh softly.

"How can I not marry you when you're this amazing, husband material at its finest. You better put a ring on it Jongseong."

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[flwrshee]

✉️ MESS

duo ﹒ jay x fmr genre fluff word count 04k warnings reader is insecure

jay had always been the cook in the house between you two and today was the day that it would change.

you got your hello kitty apron and neatly made your long brown hair into a ponytail ready to cook for jay. you were beyond excited.

taking all of the equipment out, you already made a mess when a couple of them fell on the floor resulting in a bang. you scoffed at yourself annoyed that you could not even take some pots and pans out.

your dish for jay was simple pancakes and whipped cream which jay usually made for you, you wanted to surprise him.

everything was onto a great start, you put all the ingredients together, added the right amount of each and even managed not to spill anything. or so you thought.

luck was not on your side whenever you tried cooking and today seemed no different.

taking out the electronic mixer, you dunked it into your bowl full of ingredients which resulted in a big mess everywhere. the batter you had carefully made was now all over your kitchen and over you.

goddamn it.

when tidying up you heard footsteps from the stairs and soft yawns. it was jay.

he had his matching pyjama set, messy morning hair and was rubbing his eyes out of tiredness. opening his eyes he took a quick scan across the kitchen and just stood infront of you, in shock.

"love, what happened?" he asks confused and worried.

"i wanted to make you some food but i messed up, really badly" you reply quite embarrassed.

"you dont need to do this yn, i dont mind cooking for you, i actually like it better when i cook and when you enjoy my food."

that instantly lifted your mood up and brought a smile to you.

both of you cleaned up the mess and jay was busy cooking for you while you back hugged him melting into his soft scent and warm embrace.

"thank you for doing this jay, im sorry i made you clean up my mess"

he turns arounds from the pan and cups your face in his hands and says, "dont be sorry, i love you so much that cleaning up doesnt matter to me right now" while kissing the top of your forehead.

"your so sweet im going to cry"

"dont cry love, you have jay"

but he was right. you did have him.

© flwrshee

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[fruityhoon]

hold you tight

yandere!jay x gn!reader

warnings: kissing and yandere behaviour

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you were on his bed laying down facing away from him, thinking of a way on how you could leave. leave far away from his psychotic ass.

“what’s the matter baby? is something bothering you?” the voice next to you spoke out amidst the silence, you just wanted to punch him in the face everytime he opened his mouth but you knew you couldn’t.. you were afraid.

“n-nothing im just more comfortable like this” you stuttered, voice low

“dont lie to me y/n, you know you can tell me anything” his voice was so sweet, but you knew it was all an act

“i know..” you said as he lightly brushed his fingers through your hair

“turn around darling, i wanna see your face” he moved his fingers away, you turned around to face the man in front of you with a cold face

he caressed your cheek with his thumb, admiring your face that were on the verge of tears

you couldn’t hold it anymore, you looked away from him, a tear running down your cheek as you tried moving his hand away from you but as to no avail, he grabbed ur hand roughly and stared right in your eyes

“what’s wrong baby?” his voice sounded more worried, the grip on your hand says otherwise as he wiped your tears away with his other hand, you tried to form a sentence but you end up mumbling random words hoping he’d leave you alone

“hm?” he held ur jaw up, making you face him

you managed to move away from him, not wanting to be any closer with the man on the bed

“let me leave jay..please i wont tell anyone i swea-“

and with that he grabbed you, pulling you in his embrace as he hugged you tightly as you broke down even more with your head buried in his chest, trying to pull yourself away from him as he caressed your hair and kissed the crown of your head ignoring your cries

“leave where honey? you don’t listen do you? you wanna see what i’ll do to your family.. want them to turn out like the others? or maybe your little friend? taehyun would be fun to play with dont you think” his demeanour changed when he brought your boyfriend up, smiling. threatening you.

you lifted your head as you shook your head with pleading eyes. he had already murdered your friends that were trying to help you during your first attempt of escaping and no no no you didn’t want him hurting more people especially when that person was your boyfriend..

jay looked at your crying face, the way your eyes were shining due to the tears, you looked beautiful to him.

he leaned to you as both his hands were on your cheek, his strong grip telling you not to move or else, leaving a long and gentle kiss on your lips that were already puffy at this point from all the crying

he slowly pulled away, wiping the tears off of your face, moving strands of hair on your face that were covered in tears to look at you ever so softly

“this is your home now baby, i’ll always be here for you, you’re safe here with me.” he held you tightly just like before, not wanting you to leave his embrace

“i love you y/n”

all you could do was just lay there with him, eyes puffy, not being able to do anything without making mad, you couldn’t do anything, there was no escape.

you were stuck with him.

“i love you too jay..”

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authers note: my first post !! let me know if you guys like these type of posts by interacting >< i’ll start writing more yan!enha cz i have more ideas up my ass but im just so lazy to write (but if you do have suggestions feel free to suggest i might write them)

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[hoonvrs]

IN THE RAIN (WITH YOU) — p. jongseong

req for 1k event!

PROMPT ! [ two, 27 ] dancing in the rain together

PAIRING ! jay x gnr

GENRE ! est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS ! jay is perfect, swearing

W. COUNT ! 0.4k

S. NOTE ! first req of the event done!! v special since it’s for my babe chae so i hope i didn’t fuck it up with my writing lmaoo (haven’t written in a minute be nice pls)

all the weather app does is lie.

when you and jay decided last minute to go on a walk together at 10pm you both made sure to check for rain. so, why were you now both stuck under a convenience store roof, soaked head to toe watching the rain assault the assfault in front of you?

"doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon," you said, trying to put your hair back, "i just straightened my hair too, fuck."

jay looks over at you trying to tame down the frizz from your hair, "you still look pretty."

his hand reached over to play with the ends of your hair, twisting each strand between his index and thumb. it was moments like this with jay you are reminded no matter how much goes wrong, whether it be the weather app lying to you both, you knew accepting jay wasnt one of those. 

seeing how he stared at you with tenderness in his eyes, soft enough to warm you inside despite the cold nipping at your skin. 

suddenly, you feel his hand leave your hair and latch around your wrist. jay had always been a hopeless romantic, you knew this. the nights you've spent together talking about things you've seen in movies or read in books that you'd love to do someday with each other. small romantic gestures that happen in the spur of the moment.

so it really shouldn't have come as a shock when he suddenly decided to pull you both back into the rain pour placing his hand around your waist once hed puled you far enough. 

"jay! what are you doing?" you yelled not fighting agaist him. he could probably lead you blind into an erupting volcano and you follow.

"what! i've always wanted to dance in the rain," and who were you to not grant his wish when he had the biggest smile on his face, an intimate happiness shared towards only you. 

he continued to try and sway with you, placing your hands on his shoulders himself when you didn't seem to cooperate, "but, there's no music!" 

"come on, we'll make our own!" he yelled back, beginning to let out obnoxious instrumental imitations, twirling you both in circlesaround the empty parking lot of the store. 

seeing couples dancing in the rain in movies didn't do this justice. jay didn't expect to feel the deep giddiness from hearing your loud laughs echo through the lot as you both continues to wobble about, making sure to not break contact for a second with each other. 

moments like this jay thinks you're most beautiful. when you're almost doubling over in laughter, scrunching up your face enough to hide your eyes and god. jay is in love. 

and if there was anything in the world he wishes he could keep doing forever — it's dancing in the rain with you.

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[snwpcktz]

A GAME OF CRUELTY (pt. 1)

PAIRING: jay x fem!reader (ft. heeseung)

GENRE: hunger games au (pre second rebellion), neighbors to friends to lovers, angst

SYNOPSIS: after years of praying to not get picked for the reaping, the odds end up not being in y/n’s favor and she is chosen as district 7’s female tribute. she plans to simply sacrifice herself early, since it would be nearly impossible for her to beat all the other tributes and make it back safely to her now ex-boyfriend, ethan. but her perspective of the games change when her next door neighbor, jay, is chosen as the male tribute—and maybe her feelings towards him will change, too.

WARNINGS: mature themes (violence, death), major character death, descriptions of violence and injuries, love triangle, swearing, reader uses she/her pronouns, use of the binary genders to refer to the reaping tributes

WC: 10.3k

NOTE: hello hello !! the first part of my hunger games fic is finally here!! again, i tried to keep things as accurate as i could but this is set in the year before katniss and peeta were reaped, which means i don’t have a lot of set info to use. there will be a pt. 2, so if you’d like to be tagged pls reply to this post or my wips page! thank you and i hope you enjoy the read!! <3

reaping day. the most dreaded day every single year.

every year, two children between the ages of twelve and eighteen would be chosen as tributes to participate in the annual hunger games. they would fight against twenty-two other tributes to death, leaving only one survivor as the victor of the games. it was cruel, vicious, and the reason why y/n couldn't sleep peacefully every summer night.

y/n exited her house with a slip of paper in her hand. her boyfriend, ethan lee, had just sent her a little note asking for her to meet him in a nearby forest. it was the last year he would be reaped, so y/n brought a deer trinket from the local market as a gift.

once she locked her front door, she took a quick look around her neighborhood. it was like any other day in district 7, except that anyone could sense the dread in every single civilian's face. parents, grandparents, and children alike all held the same expression.

it only soured y/n’s mood. being the only child of her family, y/n’s mother stressed every single year over the possibility that her daughter could be chosen for a game that leads straight to death. it broke y/n’s heart to see her mother cry next to their fireplace every night, praying that her only child wouldn’t become a victim of the games.

her father wasn’t any different. although he was a man of few emotions, y/n could see how relieved he was when her name wasn’t called out during past reapings. his way of showing care was by teaching her how to throw axes from a young age. although he claimed that it was just a skill for her to use in “necessary circumstances”, y/n knew that he meant for it to be used in case she got reaped.

clutching onto the deer trinket tightly, y/n began her trek to the forest. it wasn’t uncommon for her to meet up with ethan in a forest--after all, they lived in district 7. the sounds of birds chirping filled her ears as she entered the area, accompanied by the droplets of rain falling from the night before.

she stepped over logs of wood on the ground, most likely left over from a recent lumber job. passing by the stream that marked the center of the forest, y/n made a sharp right turn, walking in the direction of the border to district 9.

y/n stopped several meters away from the fence that marked the border, decorated with large warning signs. she scanned the area around her but there was no sight of ethan.

“ethan?” she called out, her voice reaching to the dense tops of the forest.

it was silent for a moment before she heard movement above. “up here.”

she snapped her head towards the sound, now noticing ethan on top of a tree branch. he pushed himself off, landing safely on both feet on the padded ground.

“hey,” he said, approaching y/n.

“hey,” she whispered.

they stood in comfortable silence for a moment, savoring the seconds they could spare with each other. y/n was the first to speak, fiddling with the metal trinket in her hand.

“i brought you this,” she began, holding out the deer-shaped item to him. “take it as a good luck charm.”

ethan’s hand gently took the trinket, running his thumb over its grooves. his lips curled into a smile as he responded, “thanks, y/n.”

but the smile didn’t last. he swallowed thickly before continuing, “so, uh, i asked to meet you to tell you something.”

y/n nodded. “i’m listening.”

ethan paused for a moment, closing his eyes before taking a deep breath. “we…we need to break up.”

y/n could feel her heart drop. her breathing slowed as her mouth ran dry. she couldn’t understand the sudden request. hadn’t she been a good girlfriend?

“w- what?” she spluttered. “why?”

“it’s reaping day,” ethan solemnly stated.

“yeah, but this happens every year!” y/n retorted, feeling frustration rise in her voice. “plus, it’s your last year being reaped!”

“that’s the point, y/n!” ethan groaned, brows furrowing. “it’s my last year! do you know how many times i’ve applied for tesserae? my name’s in there twenty fucking times, y/n.”

y/n gulped. she knew ethan’s family wasn’t well off and that he had family members he needed to provide for, but she didn’t expect that he applied for tesserae that often. she could feel tears well up in her eyes, heartbroken for his situation.

“i have such a high chance of getting picked,” ethan whispered, worry clouding his eyes. he delicately held y/n’s hands, causing her to raise her head. “if i die, i don’t want you to hold onto me.”

“you’re not getting picked!” y/n screamed, ripping her hands away from his. “ethan, you’re the only man i love! you can’t just end things like this!”

she crumbled to the ground, hugging her knees to her chest. hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed, feeling the gentle rubs of ethan’s hand on her head.

“it's not fair!" she wailed. “it’s not fucking fair!” deep down, y/n knew that ethan was right--he did have a higher chance of being picked, and that tore her apart.

"nothing is fair here," ethan mumbled, hand tangled in her hair. "but i just want you to know that if i do get picked, please...take care of my family for me."

y/n sniffled and nodded her head. "thanks," ethan whispered, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

a sudden gust of strong wind blew onto them, causing both of them to look up. a blimp flew across the forest, stripping trees of loose leaves and ground of dry dirt. they both immediately knew what it meant, sharing a look together.

"it's time."

rows of teenagers stood in front of the hall of justice, surrounded by members of the capitol with cameras and film equipment. peacekeepers had already flooded the district, running identification checks and bordering the area for the reaping. y/n could still feel her finger throbbing from the prick she received mere minutes ago as she stood in line.

the large screens next to the stage had already began running, displaying the various members of district 7. y/n could spot a pixelated version of herself, clad in a modest white sundress and matching white ballet flats. she turned her head to the left, spotting ethan standing in his row in no time.

but he wasn't looking at her. he kept his head forward, a solemn gaze on his face. y/n turned her head back around, letting out a pained sigh. she knew that whatever emotions he was feeling at the moment could never be experienced by her, a girl who lived in an only child household in a moderately well off neighborhood. but she couldn't help but feel selfish, desperately wanting ethan to be spared from the cruel hands of the reaping.

so she prayed. she clasped her hands together and lowered her head. please, she thought. please don't pick ethan. please let the odds be in his favor, just this once.

the sounds of footsteps coming to a stop and doors opening caused y/n to raise her head, eyes now fixated on the marble building in the front. members of the district government and previous victors of district 7 entered the stage, followed by a woman with a bright smile on her face.

luxurious, velvety, emerald green clothing adorned her body along with a matching sun hat and dozens of gold jewelry. her heels clicked on the wooden stage as she made her way towards the podium, perfectly glossed lips framing her pearly smile.

"welcome! welcome, welcome," she announced, her cheery voice echoing throughout the area. "once again, i am your district escort, tiffany young! happy hunger games! and may the odds be ever in your favor."

tiffany cleared her throat before continuing, "now! before we begin, we have a very special film brought to you all the way from the capitol!"

she raised her glove-clothed arm towards the screen as a video began playing. "war. terrible war," president snow's voice boomed from the speakers.

y/n noticed several girls around her rolling their eyes. she couldn't blame them. it was boring having to watch the same video every single year, especially when it did barely any justification for the games.

she turned her head to look behind her at the crowd of parents. she spotted her mom, head down and whispering words, most likely prayers for her daughter. her father was next to her, a comforting arm wrapped around his wife as he stoically stared at the screen.

it was just like every year. what was there to worry about?

y/n glanced at ethan. he had the same expression as her father, but she could see that he was chewing on the inside of his cheek. a soft sigh left her lips. there was one thing to worry about--ethan.

she decided to pray once more, lowering her head and squeezing her eyes shut.

please, pick anyone but ethan. i beg for you to spare him.

"this is how we remember our past," the voice of president snow stated. "this is how we safeguard our future."

"what a remarkable film!" tiffany gushed as the music began to quiet. "now, the time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing district 7 in the 73rd annual hunger games."

y/n felt her heartbeat quicken as she watched the escort's smile grow. "as usual, ladies first."

tiffany walked to the reaping bowl with poise, heels echoing in the silence that overwhelmed the district. she reached a gloved hand in, fishing for an entry slip. she gently selected one, returning to the podium elegantly.

tiffany took the liberty to clear her throat as she undid the delicate tape on the paper slip. she glanced at the crowd before announcing the name with a smile.

"y/n l/n."

the world stopped for a moment. y/n couldn't prevent the ringing in her ears as her lips parted in shock. the pounding in her chest increased to a ridiculous speed as the girls around her turned, isolating her from the crowd. her hands grew clammy as tiffany laid her eyes on her, the smile on her face appearing more sinister than before.

"come on up, dear!" the escort called, her voice sounding sickly sweet in y/n's ears.

y/n's feet moved slowly, dragging against the gravel on the ground as she passed by her fellow civilians. she didn't dare to look up from her pathway, shrinking at the feeling of thousands of eyes on her.

she could feel the peacekeepers behind her place their hands on her back, guiding her to the stage. her eyes were shaking, losing sight of each step she was taking.

she grasped onto the railing of the stairs, barely feeling the soles of her feet. she could see tiffany at the top of the stairs, reaching a hand out to her. "come, come!" she said to y/n, gesturing to her with her hand.

y/n gratefully took it, allowing the texture of her velvet gloves to bring her back to reality. tiffany placed her other hand on her shoulder, gently leading her to the left side of the podium.

"well, let's have a big hand for our first tribute, y/n l/n!" tiffany declared into the microphone.

the weak applause clouded y/n's head, contrasting the striking speed her heart was thumping at. she used the last of her strength and consciousness to lift her head, searching the crowd in front of her.

she could spot her mother's face, frozen with shock and panic. her father's mouth was open, completely bewildered and in disbelief. y/n moved her eyes to the crowd of teen boys, where she found ethan already staring straight at her, a fresh tear sliding down his cheek.

y/n swallowed thickly, not breaking the eye contact. here she was, standing on a stage that she never thought she would be standing on. her lips quivered as she gained the strength to mouth an "i love you", triggering a rush of tears to ethan's eyes.

she chose to cut the eye contact after that, unable to watch her ex-lover cry. she stared straight at the wooden floor, biting her bottom lip in an attempt to hold back the tears in her eyes.

"and now for the boys!" tiffany stated.

the escort walked to the reaping bowl on the opposite end of the stage, quickly plucking a slip from its depths and returning to the podium. she let out a small hum before unfolding the slip.

"jay park."

y/n raised her head to look at the crowd. the boys had distanced themselves from the said person, who looked just as surprised as y/n was when she was chosen.

y/n recognized him. he was her next door neighbor, a boy known for being respectful and hard-working. at just a year older than y/n, he was preparing to enter the workforce full-time, learning the ups and downs of his family's lumber business. he was known to be skilled with axes and saws, his muscular arms and broad chest proof of it all.

he wore a white dress shirt and black slacks, dark hair slicked with gel and neatly combed. the peacekeepers guided him to the stage, his dress shoes sounding every step he took up the wooden stairs. he stood on the other side of the podium, observing the crowd from his new perspective.

y/n turned to ethan, a part of her relieved that he wasn't picked. but he clearly did not feel the same, his eyes now red and cheeks stained with tears. he looked at y/n so hopelessly, it made her feel ashamed for feeling even a bit of relief.

"shake hands, you two!" tiffany's voice said, snapping y/n out of her trance.

she glanced at jay, whose eyes were already on her. they quickly joined hands, jay's large one wrapping around y/n's shaking one.

"happy hunger games!" tiffany announced, her smile brighter than before. "and may the odds be ever in your favor."

y/n had spent the last few minutes curled up in the corner of a room in the hall of justice, sobbing to herself as she processed what just happened. in the span of just several minutes, she had been chosen as a tribute for her district in a game of death.

her grip on her knees tightened. although her father had somewhat prepared her for this scenario, there was no way in hell that she would survive the hunger games. sure, she knew how to throw axes and she was pretty good at climbing trees, but she was sure that it was nothing compared to what other tributes can do.

she felt her tears flood out as she fell into a hole of despair. it was impossible for her to win, huh? i'll just die first, she decided, choking out her sobs. i'll die first so that my parents won't gain false hope. i won't let them waste tears over me.

the creak from the door opening caught y/n's attention. a peacekeeper held it open, allowing her parents to step inside the room. "you have three minutes," he stated before shutting the door.

y/n immediately stood up, running to her parents. "mom! dad!"

her mother engulfed her in a tight hug, warm tears falling onto y/n's shoulders. "my precious, sweet little baby...why is the world so cruel to you?" she whispered, her voice thick with anguish.

y/n only cried harder, burying her face into her mother's neck. "you don't deserve this, baby," her mother weeped. "you deserve to live a happy, long life with us."

"m- mom, i'm gonna die," y/n babbled, feeling her words slur after crying for so long.

"don't say that, please," her mother begged. y/n could feel more droplets of warmth land on her shoulder. "please, please! don't ever say that again."

"y/n, you have to try your best," her father's voice reasoned. "you need to fight until the end."

y/n could only cry more, letting out a gut-wrenching scream. "i- i don't wanna leave so early..."

she could feel her mother squeeze tighter as her sobs got louder. "baby, y- you know we love you so, so much, right?"

"yes, mom...o- of course i know."

"please, live. for us."

the sound of the door opening caused y/n to hold onto her mother tighter, watching the peacekeepers heard towards her parents through her swollen eyes.

"no! stop!" she yelled, gripping onto her mother's arm. she could feel another peacekeeper restrain her from behind, ripping her away from her parents.

she wailed, pushing away the peacekeeper. she watched her mom get dragged out of the room, burying her face in her hands as her back shook from the intensity of her sobbing. her father turned around, sending a solemn smile to her.

she watched a stream of liquid drop from her father's eye. it was the first time she saw her father cry.

the door slammed shut for a moment before it reopened, a tall man entering with a peacekeeper at his tail.

"ethan!" y/n ran to the boy, who let her press her puffy face on his chest.

he rested his head on top of hers, hugging her hair while closing his eyes. "i thought it was going to be me," he whispered, breath shaky. "but it turned out to be much more worse than that."

he gently cupped y/n's face before bending down, swiftly connecting their lips. wet with tears, their lips molded against one another, filled with desperation and despair.

they separated after a moment, allowing ethan press his lips against y/n's forehead as she sniffled. "i still love you, y/n."

his words only caused her to choke out another sob. "i'll love you forever. you know i love you so."

the dreaded door opened once again as a peacekeeper pulled on ethan's arm, forcing him away from her. his eyes welled with tears once more as he mouthed another "i love you" before the door shut, physically separating the two.

y/n collapsed to the ground, screaming as she punched the ground with her fist. i love you too, ethan.

after what seemed like hours of crying and peacekeepers forcing her into a carriage, y/n had somewhat collected herself, lightly sniffling as she gazed out of the window.

tiffany seemed almost unaffected by the girl, chattering about the capitol to jay with a grin on her face. she would spare a glance at y/n every so often, but decided to not speak to her, assuming that she wanted some personal space in the cramped carriage.

before they knew it, they had arrived at the train station. "just an hour and we will arrive at the capitol!" tiffany cheered as they boarded the train.

as soon as they entered, the tributes were greeted with luxury they had only dreamed about before. crystal chandeliers, gold-plated silverware, and plush cushions were laid out just for them. glass displays held varieties of baked sweets and savory bites, followed by an impressive selection of beverages stored in crystal pitchers.

y/n’s mouth gaped at the sight, slowly stepping into the train cabin. of course, the capitol is different.

“now, now, sit down children!” tiffany sweetly said, guiding the two with gloved hands on their backs to a table. “i’ll be back in just a moment!”

y/n hesitantly sat down in a chair that was much too lavish for her, practically swallowing her in the lush cushioning. jay followed in suit, seating himself next to her.

“this is insane,” jay muttered, eyes fixated on the delicate china set on the table.

y/n hummed in response, blinking her swollen eyes as she took in her surroundings. “it’s crazy how we went from being neighbors to sacrificing ourselves for our district,” she mumbled, a frown etched onto her face.

jay could only sigh at the comment. one day, they were going about their daily errands, chatting as the children of families who lived next door. the next, they were seated in a high-speed rail train on the way to the capitol, where their desperate battle for survival would be broadcasted for all of panem to see.

“y/n, jay, i want to introduce you to someone!” tiffany’s bubbly voice rang.

the escort approached the table, followed by a woman sporting a coffee brown blazer and a matching pencil skirt. her raven black hair was highlighted with scarlet red streaks, all tied back into a ponytail that moved from side to side with each step she took.

she slid into the seat across from y/n, a cold expression on her face as she crossed her arms over her chest. “this is johanna mason, victor of the 71st hunger games!” tiffany introduced, elegantly seating herself next to the said woman. “she will be your mentor as a victor from district 7.”

silence overcame the room. y/n and jay stared at johanna expectingly, who was avoiding their gazes by locking her eyes onto the table in front of her. tiffany sat perfectly straight, her smile slightly faltering at the sudden change in volume.

“well,” she said, standing up and brushing off her velvet skirt. “i will leave you three to it!”

her emerald green stilettos clicked against the hard floor as she moved to a cabin next door.

“so, you’re the unlucky pair that got pulled into the games this year,” johanna grumbled, eyeing both of the tributes. “i’m not someone who’ll sugarcoat things, so you both better be fucking prepared for what i’m about to say.”

y/n and jay nodded, eager to hear from a fellow district citizen and a victor of the games.

“you have literally no chance of winning.”

johanna’s words caused y/n’s heart to drop. she could tell that jay was experiencing the same, tension quickly swarming around the table.

“but you have a good chance of surviving longer if you follow my advice,” she continued, resting her elbows on the polished table.

johanna picked up a gold butter knife, running her fingers along the edges. "you're not a career district, but you're not the most disadvantaged. that's what 7 is--always stuck in the middle. lumber is all we're known for, so everyone who watches the games knows that we can handle our axes. but don't let them think that."

she stabbed the table with the knife, causing both of the tributes to flinch. "you need to act weak," johanna declared, looking at both of them in the eye. "that's how i won. make them believe you won't survive anyway, hide, and attack at the last moment. fool them. use their stupidity to your advantage. that's the only way a middleman can win."

she turned to jay, ponytail following her head movement. "you. jay park, seventeen. i heard you're already in the lumber business."

"yes, ma'am," jay replied, a little intimidated by johanna's stare.

"don't call me that, it makes you sound like a pussy," johanna spat, leaning back in her seat. "call me johanna."

"yes, johanna."

she let out a hum of approval. "are you good with any weapons?"

"i've worked with axes and saws," jay answered. "i've done mostly chopping, cutting, and sanding my whole life. some heavy lifting and business communication, too."

"great, strength and customer service," johanna summarized with a nod. she turned her head to the right, locking her eyes onto y/n. "now you. y/n, seventeen. any experience with weapons?"

"my father taught me how to throw axes since i was little," y/n responded. she found herself fiddling with the hem of her dress, nervous for her new mentor's reaction.

"axe throwing, i like it," johanna replied. "unfortunately, there are no throwable axes offered in the games, so you're sort of fucked there."

y/n felt her breath hitch. before she could speak, johanna continued, playing with the knife stuck in the table, "but knife throwing isn't far from axe throwing. plus, if you train enough, you might be able to throw the axes they have."

y/n let out the breath she was holding in, somewhat relieved by her mentor's response. she had never felt so grateful towards her father.

"now, this whole week is dedicated to preparing for the games," johanna stated, changing the topic at hand. "you will spend your time training, being interviewed, being tested, and kissing up to sponsors. unfortunately for you both, your first day has already started."

the windows of the train transitioned from dark to light, beams of sun flowing into the cabin. a huge body of water could be seen surrounding hundreds of high-rise buildings made with sleek designs and accompanied with phenomenal technology.

johanna eyed the two tributes with astonished looks on their face, curling her lips into a small smirk. "welcome to the capitol, bitches."

y/n stood next to a chariot, adjusting the corset on her body. she had just spent the last few hours being completely tortured, aka hours of waxing and plucking. if that wasn't enough, her stylist completely ridiculed her for having a puffy face after crying, embarrassing her in front of the whole prep team.

she had never wanted to go home so badly.

but here she was, dressed like a capitol darling in getup she could have never pictured herself in. a forest green corset was bound tightly around her waist, hugging the black long-sleeved bodysuit embroidered with gold leaves underneath. a matching black maxi skirt was wrapped right under the corset, with layers ruffled and seams sewed with gold thread.

thick, gold hoops hung from her ears and gold cuffs banded her wrists. her hair was combed and let down, decorated with a single gold barrette embellished with emeralds. her eyes flaunted deep, green eyeshadow shimmering with gold pearlescent glitter and long, curled and lengthened eyelashes. her lips were painted with a warm brown lipstick, matching the color of her nail polish.

y/n had never felt so out of place. she shifted her weight, feeling uneasy standing in such tall heels. how do people in the capitol dress like this everyday?

her eyes caught jay heading to the chariot, adjusting his own gold cuffs. his chest was covered with forest green armor, accented with gold leaves. his biceps were framed with a long-sleeve compression shirt, perfectly sculpting the curves of the muscles. black slacks accentuated his long legs, held on his waist by a black and gold belt. his hair was slicked back and his ears were cuffed with gold earrings. glittery green eyeliner bordered his eyes and his lips were plush and pink- wait, why was she looking at his lips?

y/n blinked. she couldn't believe how stylish (and incredibly attractive) her next door neighbor looked. the most they had seen each other in were the formal attire they wore for reaping day every year to look somewhat acceptable on public television. but now, now she understood why he was such a hot topic among the girls in her neighborhood.

jay's eyes met hers and he flashed a small smile, finishing his trek to the chariot. "you look amazing," he said, a few strands of gelled hair slipping out of place and framing his forehead.

"same goes for you," y/n breathed out, sending back a smile of her own.

they could hear a dramatic gasp and turned, spotting tiffany and johanna heading towards them. "my darlings, you look absolutely stunning!" tiffany squealed, clapping her hands as she walked.

"trees, trees, trees," johanna groaned. "that's all that damn stylist can do. get some fucking creativity, people!"

"johanna!" tiffany yelped, slapping the mentor on the shoulder. she faced the tributes once again, adorning a bubbly smile. "well, i think you both look absolutely wonderful."

"at least it's better than mine, i guess," johanna grumbled, crossing her arms. "now, today is all about beginning to attract some fans. act friendly, smile, and wave. don't do anything stupid and you'll be fine."

the static from a speaker could be heard as caesar flickerman appeared on a screen. "that's our cue to go!' tiffany exclaimed. "we'll see you later, darlings! and remember, smile!"

their escort and mentor left, following the crowd of other district team members. jay let out a soft sigh before saying, "it's time for us to get ready, then."

y/n hummed. jay stood next to the entrance of the chariot and held out a hand. "ladies first," he stated with a smile.

thump! y/n was glad she had a full face of makeup on to hide the heat spreading on her cheeks. she delicately took his hand, feeling her heartbeat increase as she stepped onto the chariot and held onto his gentle hand.

jay followed after her, accidentally brushing his shoulder against hers. she could feel the warmth radiating from his body due to their close proximity. her hands gripped the railing of the chariot, squeezing the metal tighter as she tried to not focus on the boy next to her.

the crowd outside began to grow louder as the first chariots were released. she could hear caesar flickerman from the screen, gushing with claudius templesmith about each of the tributes' stylistic costumes.

before she knew it, the horses in front of her began moving, pulling their chariot closer to the entrance. bright stage lights shone in y/n's eyes, blinding her for a second.

she felt jay place his right hand on her left, tapping her two times. "smile, y/n."

and so she did. y/n parted her lips to reveal the most dazzling smile she could, the sound of cheers filling her ears. but she missed the sweet smile jay gave her as her eyes adjusted to the new lighting.

the unsteady movement beneath her feet and the overwhelming amount of viewers caused her stomach to churn, but the hand on top of hers provided her a newfound source of comfort. she swiveled her head around, making sure to keep her bright smile plastered on her face.

the audience was full of people sporting vibrant garments and bizarre accessories. colored eyelashes the length of a hand, dyed hair in all sorts of purples and pinks, and puffy sleeves adorning shoulder after shoulder. it was beyond anything y/n could've imagined wearing, but here she was, standing in almost identical clothing while they observed her like a character in a game.

after all, that was all she was to them--a new addition to their cruel game that they watched eagerly every single year. to the ultra-wealthy, it was all fun and entertainment. but to her, it was a one-way ticket to her death.

she felt the smile on her face falter, gulping before stretching the corners of her lips wider. now was not the time to think about those things. she needed to attract sponsors to gain even a minute more of survival in the arena.

so she stood up straighter, flashing her most welcoming face that she could. the heat from the torches that they sped past only added to the adrenaline rush she felt running through her veins. her eyes flickered to the dual screens above the audience, catching the cameras filming their chariot.

she glanced at jay, who's smile was just as charming as ever. his jawline was firm and sharp, a charismatic feature that the capitol's cameras easily captured. his eyes shone with determination, a look that many could only find in the careers.

y/n felt a sense of pride in the moment. proud to have jay as her partner, proud to hear positive reactions from the audience, and proud to be from district 7.

the horses made a turn, slowing their pace down as they brought the chariot to a stop. a gust of air brushed past them as they left the heat of the runway, ending their time in the spotlight of the tribute parade.

y/n allowed her lips to relax, scanning the environment around her. the last few chariots were filing in, all carrying tributes dressed just as extravagantly as them. she watched as the sponsors in the audience screamed with energy, enjoying the last moments of the parade.

she could see the cameras pan to a podium above the tributes and turned to face it. there president snow stood, waving to the crowd with a small smile.

the audience grew quiet as he cleared his throat. "welcome. tributes, we welcome you," president snow announced. "we salute your courage and your sacrifice. and we wish you, happy hunger games! and may the odds be ever in your favor."

y/n felt her eye twitch at his words. before she knew it, the chariots began to move again, pulling all of the tributes out of the spotlight as the crowd cheered one last time.

in just a couple of more days, y/n had found herself on the last day of training.

johanna had taught her the differences between throwing knives and throwing axes, and so she had adjusted her training accordingly. she had quite a bit of trouble at the beginning, but eventually adapted to the new weapon quickly.

now, she was more determined than ever to try her hardest in the games, no matter what it took.

she practiced climbing structures and creating fires with jay. they talked more over identifying sources of water, studying types of infection, and spying on the other tributes. jay had taught her how to properly use a tactical axe and y/n had showed him how to aim weapons in long-range fights.

she learned that jay was talented at cooking and often tried new recipes for dinners on weekends. he informed her about the small pieces of etiquette he picked up on at formal business meetings at meals in their apartment. within just two days, she found herself closer than ever to her next door neighbor.

they shared secret smiles during training sessions, had late-night talks after hot showers, and gave each other words of encouragement every morning. he cut her steak for her at dinner, she wiped his sweat after training, and they held hands on the way to the basement of the training center, squeezing each other tightly as a way of supporting each other.

they had become close friends in such a short span of time, but they wouldn't tell each other about the deeper feelings that were brewing in their chests.

johanna slapped both of their backs as they stood in the elevator on the way to their private training sessions, where they would be officially scored by the gamemakers. "now, i would say act weak, but you two have showed off way too much during your training," she spoke, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

"so instead, go for something more average," she instructed. "like a seven. or a six. miss two shots but hit one. you won't get as many sponsors but at least you'll be off of some of the tributes' radars."

johanna sent both of them a small grin. "good luck to you two, and be as average as you can!"

her words caused both of the tributes to chuckle, exiting the elevator once the doors opened. "bye, johanna!" y/n called, waving to their mentor.

johanna just leaned against the glass windows of the elevator, shaking her head with a smile.

the two district 7 tributes entered the gymnasium's waiting room through automatic sliding doors, finding many other tributes already sitting inside. thick tension clouded the room, causing the small smiles on their faces to drop.

they were finally here on their last day of training, two days before the games would begin.

they sat down on stools labeled with their district's number, eyeing the other tributes warily. the careers sat with confidence in the front, cocky as ever with smirks on their faces. on the opposite end, the lower districts were hunched and fidgeting, anxious for the evaluation.

once again, y/n and jay stood in the middle, both figuratively and literally. y/n swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling a little parched. sure, she had trained long and hard to adapt to knife throwing, but her skills were definitely not on par with a career who had been throwing knives her whole life.

she glanced at the district 1 female tribute, who was giggling at something her partner had said. y/n had observed her throughout their training sessions, taking the time to understand her style of fighting and her precise aim. y/n wasn't unaware of her surroundings either, finding the tribute's gaze on her multiple times.

she fiddled with her fingers, suddenly feeling her hands grow clammy. "jay," she whispered, catching the boy's attention who responded with a soft hum. "do...do you think we can ever defeat the careers?"

jay glanced up, taking a quick look at them before replying, "well, they're not invincible, are they?"

y/n let out a soft chuckle at his words. "sure, they attended a special training academy and whatever, but we've played around with axes since we could hold a pencil," he continued, wrapping his arm around her and rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. "like johanna said, we just need to deceive them to win. after all, we might not need to fight them for them to die. a nasty ego is just as bad as a sword through the chest."

jay gave her one last pat on the shoulder before facing her. "don't underestimate yourself. you've worked hard and deserve to show off a little."

y/n smiled, gazing into his kind eyes. "thanks, jay," she said. "you deserve it, too."

he smiled back, staring straight into hers. they sat in a comfortable silence, neither of them breaking the eye contact. y/n was thankful that the room wasn't dead silent, otherwise everyone could hear how loudly her heart was thumping.

the warmth in his eyes, easing all of the tension in her body. the way his pupils dilated the longer he stared at her. the reflection of the light in his eyes, highlighting his soothing gaze.

for a moment, she swore that she saw jay's eyes flicker to her lips. but the sound of an alarm interrupted their silence, catching the attention of all the tributes.

"the private training sessions will begin now."

y/n let out a quick breath, seeing jay do the same in her peripheral vision. she squeezed her eyes shut, holding her head in her hands. how could she think about anything else other than the evaluations at hand?

but no matter how stressed her mind was, it couldn't stop the pounding in her chest. heat rose to her cheeks as she replayed the moment in her head, remembering the split second jay eyed her lips.

time flew by as her head ached, split between worrying about her private session and processing the feelings in her heart. she felt ashamed with herself--it had not been long since ethan broke up with her and she was confident that she still had feelings for him. so why was her heart fluttering around another man?

before she knew it, district 6's tributes had finished up and the waiting room was half empty. "district 7, y/n l/n," the electronic voice announced.

y/n stood up, stretching her limbs before heading towards the gymnasium entrance.

"hey y/n!" a voice called through the silence.

she turned around, looking at jay, who now had everyone's attention. "be average," he said with a grin, causing y/n to smile.

"you too," she replied, pointing at him.

she could hear him chuckle as she left through the sliding doors, taking one more deep breath before entering the gymnasium. the training room was cold, with little light illuminating the large area. she could hear the chatter of the gamemakers in a room above, observing their little festivities with food and drinks.

y/n walked to the marking in the center of the room, making sure to look at all of her surroundings. three targets shaped like humans were placed at a certain distance from her marked spot. to her left was a spread of different knives, all set neatly on a placemat and a table.

she turned around to face the gamemakers, who were enjoying their cocktails above. "y/n l/n, district 7," she introduced herself, catching the attention of the head gamemaker, seneca crane.

he swallowed his sip before nodding to her, prompting her to begin her chosen skill. she picked up a knife, gripping the wooden handle tightly.

she held her breath, focusing her eyes on the target and balancing herself. be average. she let her eyes lower before throwing the knife as powerfully as she could.

the thigh. not a critical area but definitely a shot that could cause lots of pain. she heard some pleased reactions and some mocking chuckles from the gamemakers.

y/n continued, grabbing a longer knife. she planted her feet, eyed her target, and threw the weapon.

the edge of the arm. another painful area, but not a critical one. definitely less impressive than her last shot. she heard more chuckles this time but didn't mind them.

she brushed her hands over the rest of the knives, taking the time to weigh her options. she decided on a thicker knife, with more weight and less speed.

she stood on the marking, once again. she took in a sharp breath, holding it as she positioned herself. eyes straight on the target, soles flat on the floor, and arm in the air, tensing with energy. she threw with all her might, a shout coming from her lips.

right smackdown in the heart. she huffed, staring at her work in disbelief. a few whistles and weak applause could be heard from the gamemakers as she faced them and bowed, taking her leave.

she was met with johanna and tiffany at the entrance of the district 7 apartment, who clapped loudly for her.

"that was wonderful, darling!" tiffany cheered, flaunting a hot pink tulle dress and matching accessories. "you did amazing!"

"great job on being mediocre, y/n," johanna commented with a chuckle. "that last shot was nice, though. definitely will bring you some sponsors."

"thanks, guys," y/n replied with a smile.

"come, come! jay's evaluation is playing," tiffany said, ushering y/n to the couch in front of the television screen.

she sat down on the soft cushion, shimmying a bit to get more comfortable with the skin-tight training clothing she was wearing. johanna stood behind her, resting her arms on the frame of the couch as tiffany elegantly sat down.

y/n could see jay on the screen with a tactical axe in hand. he swung the weapon around, hitting vital spots of the dummies surrounding him. the camera panned to the gamemakers, broadcasting their impressed faces as they discussed his skills.

he finished up by chucking his axe straight at a dummy’s head, the weapon slicing the head straight down the middle. jay took a moment to catch his breath before bowing in front of the gamemakers, ending district 7’s private training sessions.

y/n gulped. she knew jay was good, but the evaluations showed her a new side of him. one that was vicious, determined, and confident. there was no doubt that he would be a threat in the arena.

the television screen flickered off and tiffany stood up immediately, clapping her hands. “marvelous! just marvelous!” she gushed. “what talented tributes we have this year!”

“you should’ve seen the beginning, he purposely dropped the axe on a dummy’s foot,” johanna said with a light laugh. “i think he took my advice a little too seriously.”

y/n snickered at the comment, standing up from the couch. “he’ll be here any minute now!” tiffany exclaimed, rushing to the door to greet him.

as soon as y/n and johanna caught up to the escort, the door opened, revealing jay with a tired smile on his face. sweat stuck his loose hair to his forehead and his chest puffed with each breath he took.

“darling, you were outstanding!” tiffany squealed, patting him on the back. “just wonderful! the sponsors should be piling in as we speak!”

“nice job, jay,” johanna complimented. “i liked the part where you dropped the axe on the foot.”

jay chuckled, giving the mentor a playful glare. his eyes shifted to y/n, who was already smiling with pride.

“you did amazing, jay,” she said, causing him to grin.

“thanks, y/n. you did well, too.”

“now, wash up, children! i don’t want this apartment to be reeking of sweat!” tiffany ordered, prancing off to the kitchen. “and remember that they will broadcast the results this evening!”

after an afternoon of resting, a hearty dinner, and a lighthearted sunset watch, the district 7 team sat around the television screen, patiently waiting for their results. caesar flickerman held a rare serious expression on his face as he relayed all the information off of his cards.

the room was filled with a thick silence with everyone sitting perfectly still. the anticipation grew every minute as everyone watched eagerly, paying close attention to the other tributes' scores. per usual, the careers scored high, with the district 2 male scoring an eleven. y/n chewed on her bottom lip, the worry at the back of her mind beginning to grow.

there was less than 48 hours before she would be in the arena, fighting against each and every one of the tributes displayed on the screen.

once the district 6 tributes' results finished up, y/n could feel her heart beating unbelievably fast. it was the first time a test result could determine life or death for her, and the tension in her body came to an all-time high.

as caesar flickerman changed his cards, y/n felt a hand creep towards hers, gently intertwining their fingers. she turned to her left, spotting jay mouthing an "it's okay" to her. her chest heaved as she tried to calm herself down, forcing herself to breathe slower.

jay gave her a quick nod before facing the screen once again. "from district 7, y/n l/n..."

y/n whipped her head to the screen, not blinking once as the world stilled around her. she could feel herself squeeze jay's hand tighter, holding her breath for a single moment.

"...with a score of six."

she released the breath she was holding, relaxing her grip on jay's hand. she could feel johanna pat her shoulder in approval. "that was very average, y/n. an exact 50%."

a part of y/n was glad that she would be able to escape the careers' watch, but another part of her was worried about receiving little support from sponsors. but she chose to not fret about that as she flinched at how strongly jay held onto her hand.

she glanced at him, realizing that it was the first time she saw jay so visibly anxious. the typically calm and laid-back boy was now tense and nervous, a light sweat forming on his forehead. she could feel his palms grow clammy as he clutched her hand tighter, awaiting his results.

"and from district 7, jay park...with a score of eight."

cheers erupted from the room, a delightful squeal coming from tiffany. "jay, darling, you are spectacular!" she gushed, clasping her gloved hands together.

"great job, jay," johanna said with a nod. "but you'll have to be careful now. you're on par with the careers, which means that you've spiked their interest."

"nice job, jay!" y/n exclaimed, taking his hand into both of hers. he grinned and replied, "yours was good, too."

"well, all that's left for you two is to charm the audience tomorrow!" tiffany cheered, standing up. "rest well and wake up early! i will teach you all the interview etiquette you need to know!"

"and don't get too comfortable with each other!" johanna sternly teased. "you are on a survival show, not a dating show."

as they shared the final laughs of the night and prepared for bed, y/n couldn't help but ponder over her mentor's words. what johanna said rang true, even if it was intended to be a lighthearted joke. in the end, they were competitors in a game, even competition for each other.

she climbed into her bed, burying herself underneath the lush covers. she knew it was wrong for her to think about anything other than survival, especially when her inevitable death was approaching extremely fast. so why did her heart beat so fast when he touched her? why was she so unbelievably comfortable with someone she had just began considering a friend four days ago?

why was jay on her mind every night as she fell asleep, worrying about the games?

the eve of the hunger games. y/n stood in line, right behind the district 6 male tribute. she shifted her weight, watching the interviews commence from the screen backstage.

her stylist chose to dress her in a cream chiffon gown, the torso embellished with pearls and yellow topaz. her shoulder straps were loosely draped with layers of chiffon strung together. gold droplet earrings and a thin, double-layered gold necklace accented her ears and neckline. her hair was tied up elegantly, bound with matching gold ribbons. her eyeliner was drawn with gold glittery liquid, two yellow gemstones glued right underneath her lower eyelids. she shifted once more, balancing on her gold stilettos cuffed to her ankles.

the district 6 tribute in front of her peeked over her shoulder, throwing her a sultry grin. "looking good, seven," he commented, adjusting his black tie.

before y/n could respond with a snarky remark of her own, a hand was placed on her shoulder as she felt the heat from a body close to hers.

"i suggest you turn back around, six," the voice of jay, now sarcastic and brooding, spoke out. "your interview is starting."

as the slightly flustered tribute entered the stage, y/n faced jay, now realizing exactly how close they were. his face was mere centimeters from hers, a firm stare in his eyes.

unlike her, jay was clad in a sleek all-black suit, with gold cuffs and a gold handkerchief in his breast pocket. his hair was styled into a comma, eyebrows brushed and sleek, and ears adorned with multiple gold studs and loops. his eyes were painted with the same gold eyeliner as y/n and his fingers were wrapped with gold rings.

she could feel the heat from his breath, smell the subtle scent of his body wash, and hear the low beating of his heart. the hand on her exposed shoulder dropped, causing her to look up at him. he had taken a step back, repositioning himself in the line.

"you good?" he asked, a concerned expression on his face.

"yeah...i'm okay," she mumbled, turning back around.

she stood still, trying to calm the clamoring in her heart. she fanned herself with her hands, cooling down the heat spreading on her face. to others, it looked like she was flustered to be next on stage. but she knew that the fluttering in her stomach was for a completely different reason.

the audience applauded as the district 6 male finished up his interview, taking a large bow before leaving the stage. caesar flickerman laughed loudly and faced the cameras, microphone right underneath his chin.

"now, district 7, with gorgeous outfits for gorgeous tributes. let's hear it for y/n l/n, seventeen from the seventh district!"

y/n inhaled sharply before stepping into the spotlight, flashing a bright smile as she waved to the audience. the cheers grew louder with each step she took, shaking hands with caesar before sitting down in the interviewee's chair.

she sat with one leg crossed over the other and hands placed on her top knee, just like tiffany instructed her to. "welcome, y/n!" caesar exclaimed with a grin. "how are you liking the capitol?"

"it's very different from home, that's for sure," she responded with a light nod. "i have to say, the fashion here is quite extraordinary. never could i have imagined that i'd be wearing a ballroom gown, talking to a man with bright-red hair in front of the whole nation."

caesar paused for a moment, touching his said hair. "are you talking about me?"

"yes, i'm talking about you, caesar," y/n replied with a laugh.

the host let out a hearty chuckle, causing the audience to laugh along. "now, speaking of home," he continued, leaning towards the tribute. "is there anyone special back there? someone you're interested in? there has to be someone interested in you--who wouldn't fall for this stunning smile?"

y/n felt her smile falter as the audience cheered at the comment. caesar's question suddenly reminded her of the boy back at home, most likely watching the broadcast while he worked late hours to provide for his family. how could she forget? the day he ended their relationship, right before she got pulled into the games. she realized that the days she spent in the capitol were void of ethan, her mind completely focused on training and the day she was dreading.

and maybe a different boy, too.

but caesar's question caused her to swallow thickly, feeling guilty for forgetting about him. the boy she promised her heart to, the one who gave her his love seconds before they were ripped apart.

"well...uh..."

she found herself unable to think of a straight answer. "there...there's this boy..."

caesar hummed, egging her on. "he's the most wonderful person ever, kind and caring, a complete family man," she added, a smile forming as she thought about ethan. "he always prioritized others before himself. took care of his siblings when his parents couldn't. made sure to ask me if i ate even when he had no food."

but the smile didn't last long, soon dropping before she continued, "but we ended things before the reaping because he thought he was going to be reaped. he didn't want me hanging onto him if he died in the arena."

a dry chuckle escaped her lips. "but here i am, standing here instead of him. i guess things didn't turn out the way we expected them to."

caesar had a pitiful expression on his face as the audience cooed, some sniffling in the crowd. "i'm sorry about that," he said, placing his hand on top of hers. "i wish you the best of luck in the hunger games."

"thanks, caesar," y/n replied, shooting him a small smile.

"well, there we have it, ladies and gentlemen," the host concluded, helping her stand up. "from district 7, the brave and courageous y/n l/n!"

he raised her hand, letting y/n take in all the applause as the crowd stood and cheered. she left momentarily afterwards, welcoming herself into tiffany's arms backstage.

"darling, you did amazing," she said, rubbing her shoulders soothingly. y/n knew why tiffany was reacting this way but chose not to speak, appreciating the moment of comfort the escort provided her.

she escaped her arms, stepping closer to the screen backstage to watch jay's interview. he was already on stage, seated next to caesar with a charming smile.

"so jay, tell me, how is it that such an attractive man is sitting here right next to me? hm? do tell."

jay chuckled at the host's comment. "well, i'm just alright. but if you insist, i think it must be the brows."

"no need to be humble, jay. but are my red eyebrows as dashing as yours?" caesar questioned, raising his brows repeatedly. "if i'm being honest, i think mine are better." the audience howled with laughter, causing both jay and caesar to join with the crowd.

"now, tell me," the host continued. "do you have a special someone? our gorgeous district 7 tributes surely do not lack in the beauty department, do they folks?"

the audience cheered as a soft smile formed on jay's face. "look at him! jay park, with the jawline and the muscles! surely you had admirers back home, didn't you?"

jay chuckled again before speaking, "well, caesar, i wasn't really that desirable-"

"humble again," caesar interrupted by fake-whispering to the audience, inducing more laughter from the crowd.

"-but i did have my eyes on this girl from home," jay finished, piquing the host's interest. "oh! do tell."

"she's from the same neighborhood as me," jay added. "actually, we're next door neighbors."

the audience gasped with excitement and shock. but y/n froze, eyes never leaving the screen backstage. she knew that no one in the capitol knew they were next door neighbors--nobody except for y/n and jay themselves.

"i wish i could've talked to her more before i left, but i was reaped unexpectedly," jay said with a frown.

caesar matched the frown on the tribute's face. "well, you go out and win those games, and you tell her how you feel when you get home, okay?"

jay awkwardly smiled, responding with a small, "okay."

"ladies and gentlemen, the charismatic jay park from district 7!" caesar finished, triggering cheering and applause from the audience.

y/n watched as he exited the stage, approaching where she was standing with their team. tiffany immediately sauntered up to him, patting him on the back. "marvelous, darling! you answered so well!"

jay shot a weak smile at the escort before meeting y/n's eyes, already knowing that she figured it out. he quickly left backstage, heading towards the elevator to go to their apartment.

but y/n followed him, narrowly squeezing into the elevator just before its doors closed. jay gulped, avoiding her eyes as she stepped closer to him, leaning against the glass windows.

"jay," she began, softening her voice. "was...was that about-"

"yes."

he locked his gaze with hers, clenching his jaw tightly. "it was about you."

y/n's eyebrows furrowed, parting her lips to speak. "but-"

"i'm sorry that i feel this way and i completely understand if you don't feel the same," jay interrupted. "but nothing is going to change how i feel. i know that one of us will die, or maybe even both of us. but i can't help it."

the elevator dinged, its doors opening to the seventh floor. jay exited, followed by y/n, not turning around to look at her as he stopped at the entrance of their apartment. "i have feelings for you, y/n. and i know i shouldn't be having them when we're fighting against death in less than 24 hours."

"jay, wait-"

he opened their apartment door, immediately leaving her at the foyer as he made a beeline to his room. the loud slamming of his door echoed around the apartment, making an obvious statement to y/n.

y/n could barely force herself to sleep last night. with the hunger games dawning upon her and jay's words ringing in her ears, she spent most of her night tossing and turning under the covers.

but as she sat in the jet, transporting her to the arena with a tracker in her arm, she realized that the one event she dreaded most was finally happening. there was no turning back--the games were about to begin.

johanna led her to her tube in the launch room, brushing off her brown jacket seconds before the tributes had to be ready. y/n's hair was tied up away from her face, sporting a cropped vest of armor and black cargo pants under her long track jacket.

"remember, avoid being lured into the cornucopia but grab anything nearby," her mentor advised, straightening the collar of the jacket. "and find a source of water and food as early as possible. burn out all fires before it gets dark and make sure to hide well."

johanna paused, placing her hands on y/n's shoulders. "and please, stay alive. i believe in you."

y/n nodded. "thanks for everything, johanna."

the mentor smiled, a hint of uneasiness in her face. "they'll start the countdown soon. don't jump off the pedestal early, or they'll blow your guts out."

y/n stepped inside the launch tube, watching as the glass door swiveled around to a close. she felt the ground beneath her rise as johanna waved goodbye to her, causing y/n to smile sadly back.

she turned her head upwards, squinting her eyes as the dark space flooded with light. her tube stopped moving, locking into place as a burning heat overwhelmed her body. she scanned the arena, her heart beating faster than ever.

"the countdown begins now. 60..."

it was a ruined city. all rubble and dry concrete. the sunlight was pelting on them like a fire, breaking the tributes out into a sweat. a single pillar, chipped at some of the edges, was surrounded by backpacks and weapons alike. some of the supplies were spread out, varying in locations across the cornucopia.

"...45..."

y/n noticed a backpack a couple of meters away from her. she locked her eyes on it, planning to grab it before running.

"...30..."

she blinked harshly, the dryness of the heat getting to her eyes. she noticed jay several pedestals away from her, already looking at her.

"...20..."

her hands were already sweaty and shaking from both the anxiety and heat. but jay's eyes comforted her, slightly relaxing the stress in her body. it was as if all the tension from last night between them evaporated into thin air.

"...10..."

she felt her chest heaving, struggling to breathe from the rapid beating in her chest and the dust in the air.

"...9..."

she closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down.

"...8..."

she inhaled slowly and took her time to exhale.

"...7..."

she opened her eyes, adjusting her eyes to the bright sun again.

"...6..."

she eyed the backpack in front of her, feeling her heart racing even more.

"...5..."

she looked at jay, who was preparing to run.

"...4..."

he met her stare, their eyes locking with each other.

"...3..."

she mouthed a "stay alive."

"...2..."

he nodded as his lips said, "you too."

"...1..."

within the end of a second, the 73rd hunger games had begun.

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[reivrze]

pairing(s): park jongseong × gn!reader

genre(s): fluff

wC: 0.3k

warning(s): not proof read !

a/n : first work written ! i hope you guys like it <3 i’ll get better with time, im open to constructive criticism, in fact i’d love some to get better at writing!!

“What is wrong with them..?” you groaned, fliping through the pages of the book you were reading, feeling your head start to ache as the main characters were hopelessly in love with each other but both too shy to confess, a very frustrating situation for the point of view of the reader.

Jay who was sat beside you on the couch, teared his eyes away from the television, wondering what was the source of your annoyance. Trying to peak at the ink on the paper that had captivated your attention, you turned your head around, feeling his gaze set upon the object in your hands.

“What are you looking at?”

“Huh? Oh, uh.. just curious on what’s got you groaning”. He aired a faint laugh, feeling like he had been caught lurking.

“These characters are so oblivious, they flirt, they compliment each other on a daily basis, they’re basically glued to each other’s hip every other day..” you continued, babbling about the characters and this too slow of a slow burn for your liking.

Jay found himself starting to loose focus on the words coming out of you, too hypnotized by the way your lips opened and closed quickly as the words urged to escape from you, the way your forehead crinkled out of irritance, by the way your voice seem to drown out every other sound the world decided to make at that moment.

His own facial expression seem to betray him as a smile creeped its way on his face, and he felt his heart warm up as his admiration for you filled him in a way he had never felt for anyone else. You made his eyes sparkle with such a look that could never be accurately described with only words. And only at that moment, did he realize that his said crush on you was so much more, and could only categorized as pure love.

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[sunghoonbite]

mtl be a messy, soft, or rough kisser?

pairing: enhypen x reader (no hoon or niki)

warnings: suggestive, nsfw mentions

minors dni, before reading

i luv this request, ty! :)

most/roughest

heeseung’s kisses are unintentionally rough. during make out sessions and sloppy kisses, he always ends up grabbing you by the collar of your shirt and pressing his lips into yours. he gets overwhelmed with how badly he wants and needs you, resulting in his kisses being a bit harsh. not only are his kisses rough, (although not on purpose) he also has a habit of being a messy kisser. pulling apart for air just creates a string of saliva that connects your mouths. he wouldn’t notice until he sees the gloss of your lips from his own tongue.

jake isn’t necessarily super rough, but his kisses can come off strong when he isn’t paying attention. i also think he might be a messy kisser, especially when making out with you or when he’s particularly needy that day. i feel like jake would kiss without a warning, pressing his lips against yours which makes them appear more rough. however, if you tell him he’s being too rough he’d immediately try to fix his behavior, not even recognizing he was doing it in the first place but practicing being more gentle with his kisses.

jay definitely varies but i think a majority of the time his kisses would be soft and gentle. little pecks when he leaves for work or trails from your lips down to your neck as you cuddle on the couch, definitely. but i also think there’s a side of him that kisses rougher, particularly during sex or very heated make out sessions. if you want jay to hard dom you, his kisses are absolutely going to be harsher than they usually are. but! that’s not to say he doesn’t give gentle kisses to you after sex, brushing stray hairs away from your face while he murmurs to you.

sunoo is a soft kisser. he’d also be shy with it, i think! however, this could change depending on his mood and how much attention he wants at the moment. during sex, his kisses are soft but messy. big, open mouthed kisses that are a little too sloppy. i also could see him maybe being rough when jealous or when he gets more bold and confident with you. with sunoo, it could fluctuate lot but i’d say his kisses are gentle but messy.

jungwon’s kisses are clean and soft. he doesn’t get rough unless you ask him specifically to be harsher with you, and even then he’d struggle with the intensity of kissing you. even when things get more passionate, he’d gently cup your face and place soft open-mouthed kisses on your lips.

least/softest

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[sunnytyun]

"And if you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do. I'd run away and hide with you."

Daddy Issues —The Neighborhood

Jay X fem! reader

Warnings: daddy issues (obv), strong language, ptsd, mentions of sex (if you squint)

Genre: sad, comfort

"Promise you won't leave. Even if I lose my mind and try to push you away, promise that you'll handle me. Don't let me ruin this, please."

In that moment, you had felt so relieved when your boyfriend had promised you then, hugging you afterwards. But you didn't seem too sure about it now.

"Oh, you're awake." Jay smiled at you brightly when you walked in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a t-shirt that belonged to him. Your boyfriend abandoned the preparing breakfast for a moment only to wrap his arms around your waist. "Did you sleep well?" He asked. You didn't reply, instead you buried your face in his chest tiredly. "I guess you did." He chuckled.

This was so right. You and him. Both made for each other, but definitely not in a good way. You were the problematic one in the relationship— always sulking and being mean, whereas he was the understanding one— always comforting you and putting up with your attitude. Poor Jay, your inner voice would say, always the one giving, never the one receiving.

Little did you know, he had no problem putting up with you. He loved you, probably more than he loved himself. It may have seemed like you were a handful to the outsiders— and in all honesty, you were— but the truth was that his life had been so boring without you. It was like he was living with no purpose at all, like he needed someone to give all of his time and devotion to. And you came into his life as that someone.

"Go and freshen up." He said as you pulled away from his warmth. "I'll get your breakfast ready by then." He placed a chaste kiss on your lips before turning you around in your spot and patting your butt. You walked away at that, rubbing your eyes as the sleep refused to leave you.

So that's how it was between the two of you. Him being the angel in disguise and you being a survivor of a traumatic household— such a perfect combination, right? Well, on one hand it was but on the other hand, it was downright depressing for Jay to see you break down at nights, flinch at small sounds, get frustrated when things don't go your way, and cry at the smallest things.

Jay had made sure to give you everything your family couldn't give you, what your father couldn't give you. Not receiving any affection at such a young age would drive anyone mad, but he was so proud that you held out through this, you were so brave. He got angry a lot of times too, especially when you sometimes tell him the things your father said to you. And when your boyfriend realizes that your dad had caused you to believe such things about you, he just wants to drive out to your hometown, find that bitch of a man and beat him up to no extent. But he calms himself down, focusing on comforting you rather than smashing your sperm donor's head.

When your relationship started, you were too submissive to him. No matter the occasion— during dinners, during sex, during dates— you always felt the need to have him control you. Jay didn't like it much if he was true to himself. Fine, maybe it was hot to have you underneath him during the sexual intercourses, but other than that, it was straight up bullshit. Because who was he to tell you what you do? Who was he to decide what you would wear outside and if it was decent enough or not? Who was he to tell you how to live your life?

"Can I go have lunch with my friends?" You had asked him on a normal day. "They invited me."

"Yeah, of course, you can. Why are you asking me?" Jay raised his brows, letting out a small chuckle.

"I can?" Your eyes widened. "Really?" It was that easy? You had never been allowed to go anywhere by yourself, so Jay allowing you to go surprised you.

"Yeah." He raised a brow in confusion, still not knowing what went through your head since it was only a new relationship, there were a lot of things you both had to figure out about each other. "It's not like I own you or anything. Go wherever you want."

"You- don't own me?" You looked up at him with confused doe eyes. "It's okay if you want to own me. I'm okay with it."

"I don't want to own you." Jay shook his head, now slowly starting to understand your behaviour. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled at you. "You're your own person."

That was the first time Jay had gotten a hint about the issues you had. You had mentioned your father to him before, and you had told him how he was, so he figured that your own father was the reason you behaved the way you did. And it was that day he decided that he would try and help you with those issues.

"Are you cold?" Jay had asked that one day as you both walked through the lively streets of Korea and Korea's deadly winter. You only shook your head in a sweet lie, rubbing your arms from over your sweater to get some warmth. Jay huffed, taking his black and white varsity jacket off of him and draping it over your shoulders.

"I'm okay, really." You blushed, ready to take it off but a grunt in protest from him made you shut up. You quickly slipped your arms in the sleeves of your boyfriend's jacket, obeying like his good girl— a title you loved to earn from him every chance you got. Jay gave you a smile, ruffling your hair. You both started to walk again— your hand grabbing his index finger, he noticed.

After walking a few steps, you stopped in your tracks when you tripped suddenly, looking down to see your untied shoelaces. You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear in embarassment. Jay noticed and chuckled slightly.

When you tried to bend down to tie them, a strong grab on your forearm was enough to stop you from doing so. You looked up at Jay again, only to see him smile. A small "I'll get that" left his mouth and he knelt down on one knee in front of you, ignoring your small protests because you thought it was disrespectful to him.

He quickly tied your shoelaces, looking up at you with a small smile. You didn't know how to react to this. No one had ever tied your shoelaces for you before, infact, you were the one who always volunteered to tie your friends' shoelaces when in public. You could only smile back nervously as you felt the guilt and anxious butterflies floating around in your stomach. He's so good to me, you thought, am I really enough for him?

Jay noticed your expression and knew what you were thinking almost instantly. He wanted to stop and hug you close to his chest for a long time, patting your head while he told you how proud of you he actually is, telling you that he will never be disappointed in you, telling you that you're enough. Because no matter how much he tried to, he couldn't figure out just how bad your father hurt you for you to turn out this way.

A new day in your relationship and a new problem with you. This was a normal thing now.

"Baby, why are you crying?" Jay was panicked. He didn't know why you were suddenly sobbing so hard. He had only now gotten home from work and saw you sitting in a corner, your face buried in your hands as you whimpered to yourself. The first thing he checked was if you were injured anywhere, sighing in relief when he made sure that you weren't in any kind of physical pain. But he still wasn't calm enough, knowing that the thing that was making you cry this much were your own thoughts.

"I'm- I'm so- sorry." You cried, speaking between hiccups. He cupped your face, dragging his thumbs on your cheeks to wipe away the tears.

"Sorry for what, sweetie?" Jay asked, his brows scrunching in deep concern.

"You're s- so good to me. B- but I never have anything to re- return your kindness." Jay was starting to feel his eyes getting teary as he listened to your hurtful words. So, that's what you thought about him? Did you really think he wanted you to apologize because you assumed that you weren't a good girlfriend? Whatever the fuck could he ever do make you believe otherwise? The thoughts were creeping down to his lips, waiting for him to say them.

"You're wrong." Jay sniffled quietly and you looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. You couldn't even properly see him due to the blur of the salty liquid, but you could see enough to know that he hated whatever you confessed. "How could you just assume that you never return anything? You return my love, you return my kindness. A relationship is fifty-fifty. We would've broken up by now if you weren't "returning" anything to me."

"Jay." You sobbed harder at his words, realising that he was right. But till how long will you keep that in your mind? You knew yourself enough to know that once the night is gone and the another day is here, you will blame yourself again. That's just how you were. So pathetic. So miserable. "Please don't ever leave me." You cried, fisting the material of his shirt in your hands, keeping him close to you.

"I won't." Jay was also close to crying, you could hear it in his voice. He pulled you closer to him, one of his hands on the back of your neck while the other rubbed your back soothingly, engulfing you in a warm hug. You buried your face in his chest, your voice coming out muffled when you spoke again.

"Promise you won't leave. Even if I lose my mind and try to push you away, promise that you'll handle me. Don't let me ruin this, please."

"I promise, baby." He whispered into your hair. "Now, please... stop crying."

"I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

So now, in the present day, you hated yourself for still thinking the same thing you were thinking all those months ago. Still thinking that Jay deserved better than you.

You watched in silence, standing at the doorway as Jay placed down plates on the table for breakfast, mind getting hazy as he smiled to himself at some thought that crossed his mind— which 99.9% included you. Just as your mind drifted even more away from reality, his gaze snapping up to you quickly pulled you back to Earth.

"Let's break up." The words left you before you could even prepare yourself. Jay couldn't understand if you were being serious or not. He was shocked, he was confused. He couldn't decipher his own emotions. So he did what could be the most appropriate thing in that moment.

He laughed.

"If that's another prank, then it's really funny. Ha ha ha." He shook his head with a smile. But you never smiled back. His smile fell a bit at the serious silence but it was still on his face, a hopeful smile that maybe, maybe you weren't fucking with him. "Sweetie, you can drop the act now."

"I'm not joking, Jay." You spoke again, your voice low and your words faltering. You could feel yourself getting slightly choked due to holding back tears, the gulp in your throat getting painful each second. But you couldn't cry now, you couldn't let him believe that this break-up was hurting you.

His face completely fell now, his puppy eyes getting moist. "Babe, stop." He warned.

"Jay—"

"Shut up." He held out a palm, gesturing for you to stop talking. "Just shut up."

"I can't be with you anymore." You kept your voice strong. You couldn't fall weak now, it was now or never. You knew this was hurting him, but it was for his own good. He had to understand that. "I can't do thi—"

"We're not breaking up!" Jay shouted out of the blue, he was getting extremely frustrated now. But the frustration quickly washed away when he saw you flinch at his loud tone. He tried to calm himself down, pinching the bridge of his nose and pushing back tears. He sighed, walking towards you and placing his hands on your shoulders.

The mere touch of him was enough for you to let your guard down and let the tears escape down your face. He was extremely pained to see the tears falling from your brown eyes. He only ever wanted to see your eyes filled with joy and happiness, not with sadness and tears.

"Look, baby. Whatever that's going on in your head, don't listen to it, yeah?" He said gently as he cupped your face, making you look up at him. "We'll fix whatever problem it is. I'll fix it, I promise."

"You can't fix it this time." You said, nose flaring with every sob.

"I can, sweetie." He let out a breathy chuckle. "I can fix it. And I will fix it. Just tell me what's the problem. Am I not good enough? Did I do something? I'll work on myself. I'll work on myself and be a better man. I'll do anything you want just— just please don't leave me."

You pushed him away as harshly as you could, wiping the tears off of your face while he stared at you with sadness written all over his features. "That's your problem. You just can't take a hint. I'm suffocating, Jay!" You yelled. "It's so fucking suffocating in here with you. I can't breathe! Just leave me the fuck alone!"

"Baby, please." He only whispered, his chin wobbling and he doesn't even try to hide his emotions, tears falling down his face. "What is it? Is there another guy? Do you love someone else?"

You shook your head no.

"Then why?"

You didn't have an answer to that question. Well, you did have an answer, but you didn't want him to hear it. You didn't want him thinking of you as a pathetic bitch. The reason was simple, you had had enough. Enough of people talking about us behind our backs. Enough of them saying that you didn't deserve a man like Jay. Enough of them saying that you were a crazy bitch. Enough of them saying that he was just a babysitter for you. Enough. Enough. Enough.

"I told you." You sighed. "It's because you suffocate me. I hate it in here with you."

"You don't mean it."

"I do."

"You don't—"

"I do fucking mean it!"

He didn't say anything after that, only waiting a few silent seconds before basically launching at you and pulling you in a bone-crushing hug.

"Let me go!" You squeaked, sobbing continuously and thrashing around in his grip, but unfortunately, he was a lot stronger than you. He kept you in his hold, not letting you push him away. "I said let me fucking go!"

"No." was the only thing he said.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" You yelled, smacking his chest and squirming around in his arms while his warm body kept you hostage.

"Keeping my promise." These words that were whispered into your hair made you calm down a bit. You were shocked, letting out a whimper as you stood still and let him crush you in the hug. "I'm keeping the promise I made to you."

He waited for you to give a signal, to do or say something that could mean he could continue to persuade you. And he got the green light when he felt you fisting his t-shirt in your grip— a gesture he found familiar from whenever you craved comfort.

"I promised that I won't leave. I promised that I won't let you leave." He rested his chin on the top of your head, feeling his top get wet as you let the tears fall onto them. "I meant it when I said that I'll fix it. I'll fix anything when it comes to you. So please, baby, just let me take care of you."

"Aren't you tired of it?" You finally spoke, your voice small. "Aren't you tired of taking care of me all the time?"

"I'll never be tired of taking care of you." He pulled away, tucking your hair behind your ears and cupping the back of your neck to make you look at him. As you stared into his eyes, searching for any kind of sign that he was lying, you were surprised to find none. He was telling you the truth. "I want to be with you— fucking hell, I want to grow old with you. I don't want to break up, and I know you don't too. I won't let those voices in your head ruin this for us."

"I trouble you so much. I'm sorry." You mewled, making him let out a small breathy chuckle.

"No, you don't trouble me, baby." He smiled, leaning his forehead against yours. "I like handling you. You're my girl, yeah?" A swarm of butterflies waved through your stomach at his words. His girl. You were his girl.

"Jay..." You whispered, making him hum in response. "Am I- am I still your good girl?"

He pulled away a bit at your question so he could look at your face. And as soon as he did, he smiled to see such an innocent expression on your face, bambi eyes looking up at him with a fear of losing the title of his good girl.

"Yes, baby, you're still my good girl." He chuckled, leaning in to join his lips with yours only for a moment before he pulled away again. "You'll always be my good little girl."

"I love you."

"I love you more." Jay smiled, crashing his lips down on yours, passionately and properly this time. He almost sighed against your lips, thinking how there would've been a chance that he'd have never gotten to kiss you again. But all that was sorted out now, because you were his again.

His good little girl.

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devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes (pjs)

Jay needs someone to pretend to be his girlfriend, and you’re just the person for the job— seriously, you’re almost a professional at this point, regularly charming the families of your idiot twin’s friends who need your help getting their parents off their back. Of course, leave it up to Jay to blur the lines of your fake relationship so smoothly that you catch real feelings; falling in love has never been this easy.

PAIRING: park jongseong x female reader GENRE: acquaintances to partners in crime to fake dating to lovers i guess? lol, college au, vaguely greek life au, vaguely rich kid au, fluff fluff fluff, jake is the mc’s twin bc i thought it would be funny WARNINGS: swearing, kissing and suggestive content/sexual themes WORD COUNT: 14.4k A/N: ik the ages don't line up here shhhh just ignore that okay

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“WHY DO YOU LOOK SO NICE?” 

“Why do you sound so surprised?” You scoff, tossing the apple you were just about to eat at Jake’s head. Annoyingly, he catches it in mid-air, then makes a show out of polishing it with his shirt and taking a big bite out of it. “Hey, I was going to eat that, asshole.”

“Shouldn’t have thrown it at me, then.” 

You roll your eyes at your twin, then go to retrieve another apple from the fruit bowl. It’s surprisingly well-stocked, given that you’re in a frat’s kitchen. Honestly, it’s surprising that there even is a fruit bowl in a frat’s kitchen, but the president of this frat runs a tight ship.

Said president appears in the doorway just then, snatching the apple from your hands as well as the one from Jake’s hands. “Guys, seriously, you have to wash these before you eat them.”

You and Jake both whine simultaneously. “Chan!” 

“I already took a bite out of that, bro,” Jake complains.

“I’m starving; please have mercy,” you beg.

Chan whips his head around from where he’d begun washing the apples in the sink to fuss at you. “What? Why haven’t you eaten yet? It’s almost 9pm!”

“Which reminds me— why do you look so nice?” Jake repeats.

“I had a thing with Mark,” you sigh. 

“You can just say you were pretending to be his girlfriend; we all know what you mean,” Jake snorts.

“I had a thing with Mark,” you repeat, resisting the urge to throw another apple at Jake’s head. “It was at this ballroom downtown, and of course he had nothing to wear, so I had to take him shopping first, which made us late, and then his parents wouldn’t stop talking my ear off about how I need to convince him to give up the music major, so I couldn’t touch any of the food there. Not even the foie gras torchon,” you recall mournfully. “We just got back, like, five minutes ago.”

Chan hums sympathetically— he knows how much you love foie gras torchon. “You can probably ask for an endless supply in return for your appearance at today’s thing,” he suggests, only half-joking. It absolutely sounds like the kind of thing Mark Lee would agree to, what with his ridiculously large inheritance and hapless generosity (last month, Mark lost thousands of dollars in some animal shelter-related pyramid scheme, marketed to him by none other than Lee Haechan).

You wave a hand dismissively. “Nah, I’m keeping Mark’s favor for something else.”

Jake raises an eyebrow. “What else?”

“Whatever it turns out I need in the future, dumbass. What’s it to you, anyways?” 

“Just wanna make sure the poor guy doesn’t end up trapped in your snares forever, little sis. Yo, can I have that apple back?” Jake turns to Chan with characteristic puppy eyes.

“You’re only older than me by eight minutes,” you grumble, the age-old retort slipping out of you before you can help it.

“No, Jaeyun, you cannot. And don’t talk to your sister like that— oh my god, why do I sound like Taeyong,” Chan mutters, thinking about his predecessor frat-president-slash-mother-hen. 

“Jeez, government name and everything.” Jake holds his hands up, relinquishing his claim to the apple.

“In fact, your sister gets to have both of these apples, after I clean and cut them up, because she is a saint for continuing to save our asses from our parents like this,” Chan lectures, unceremoniously carving out the chunk of the apple with Jake’s bite marks and tossing it into the trash bin.

“Real ones get it!” You reach out and high-five Chan. 

“That is so unfair, c’mon, man!” Jake splutters. “She gets just as much out of these fake relationships— seriously, didn’t you drive her around everywhere for, like, a month after she went to that wedding with you?”

Both you and Chan shudder at the memory. “Ugh, my worst cousin and the worst guy he was ever with. They’re still married, by the way.” Chan shakes his head. “God knows why.”

“Love conquers all…?” Jake offers.

“What the hell are you talking about love for,” a new voice grumbles. Park Jongseong strolls in through the doorway, hands full with plastic bags promising wonderful things based on how your stomach reacts to the smell.

“Oh, hell yeah, chicken!” Jake cheers. “Took you long enough, bro.”

“Traffic was hell; something about a ball downtown, and— oh. Hey.” Jay stops abruptly at the sight of you, now munching on the apple slices Chan hands you, one by one.

You wave vaguely in his direction, too busy eating to respond. Jay is one of your brother’s friends who you don’t know that well, since you’ve never pretended to be his girlfriend. It’s strange that you two don’t know each other better, actually— as the social chairs of your sorority and his fraternity, respectively, you would usually have a lot to work on together. But this year has been particularly busy for you, what with your senior thesis and your various things with Jake’s frat brothers, and you had delegated most of your social chair responsibilities to your co-chair, Yunjin, who was far better suited to the social part of the job, anyways. You suspected Jay had done the same thing, since the two of you only ever texted to confirm budgets for any joint events.

“You need to have more than one-and-three-quarters of an apple for dinner,” Chan scolds you, parental instincts back in full force.

You shrug, about to turn around and rifle through the cabinets to see if you can find some peanut butter to add to your apple slices when a takeout container appears in front of you. Tired and still starving, you react rather slowly, your eyes tracing up the hand on the container to the veins of an arm belonging to none other than Jay.

“You look hungry,” is all he says, before popping the container open for you and rearranging the rest of the plastic bags on the counter. “Jake, tell the others to come down for food.”

The others means that soon, there will be an influx of hungry frat brothers in the kitchen, and you have no desire to be anywhere near that, so you mumble a quick thank you to Jay, plop the rest of the apple slices into the takeout container (against Chan’s complaints about the contamination), and move to leave the kitchen, eager to be on your way to your sorority house.

The last thing you overhear before you leave is Jay asking, “Why did your sister look so nice?”, and Jake and Chan responding in unison, “She had a thing.”

A few days later, when they’re doing work in the library, Jay asks Jake, “So how long have Mark and your sister been seeing each other?”

Jake’s pencil jerks across his graph paper, a jagged line appearing on the page at the same time that he swears. “Dude, what the fuck?”

“Dude, what the fuck,” Jay echoes flatly. “Didn’t you say she had a thing with Mark?”

Jake blinks. “Well, sure, in the same way that she’s had a thing with Chan, and Yeonjun, and Vernon, and all the others.”

Jay gapes at him. “Your sister dated all of them? And all the others?”

“What, no, she didn’t date them, she fake-dated them! Just a couple of times, mainly showing up to things with their families so their parents would leave them alone about finding a partner and all that. You know how the parents are.” Jake gestures vaguely, referring to the oddities of the world of wealth they were born into. 

Jay nods slowly, understanding dawning upon him. Does he know how the parents are? Oh, does he ever. He has always had a good relationship with his own, but they had been more pushy on the whole love thing as of late, with the not-at-all subtle questions his mother asks about any special someones in his life and the unfunny jokes his dad cracks about how he’s still spry enough to help raise grandchildren. Especially unfunny, given the health scare his dad had given them all in the last year.

Jake’s voice brings him out of his veering-towards-morbid thoughts. “But seriously, bro, how is this news to you? My sister’s been doing this… Cinderella-genie thing for two years now.” 

Jay’s eyebrows furrow. “Cinderella-genie thing?”

“Yeah, I mean, she transforms our frat brothers into respectable young men with a respectable relationship, but only for three occasions, and she gets the same number of favors back.” Jake wrinkles his nose. “It sounds weird when I say it like that, and don’t get me wrong, I love to give her shit for it, but it’s all above-board stuff. Sunghoon bought her bubble tea for like, three months. Oh, and no one’s allowed to catch feelings, so everything ends clean and neat.”

“She fake-dated Sunghoon?”

At the mention of his name, Sunghoon pops one side of his headphones off. “What’s up?”

“You fake-dated Jake’s sister!?”

Sunghoon shushes him before responding. “Yeah, don’t you remember? It was a couple of months ago.”

Jay’s ears flush, both at how loud he had unconsciously gotten, and at the reminder that he really has been out of it for a while now. It’s not like he’s been living under a rock, but he has definitely been spending a lot more time with his parents and away from his friends ever since his dad’s health scare.

“She was great, though,” Sunghoon continues. “My mom still thinks I made the biggest mistake of my life ‘letting her go.’ But she’s also been leaving me alone about ‘finding love’ because she thinks I’m heartbroken, so yeah, Jake’s sister works wonders.”

Jake smirks. “Sim genes, man. Elite stuff.” 

Sunghoon scoffs. “You wish. Didn’t I hear your mom yelling at you on the phone the other day for not having settled down yet?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. Does she not realize what decade this is, I mean, we’re still in college—”

Jay interrupts what looks to be the beginning of a long rant from Jake, cutting him off with, “So where can I sign up?”

Jake stares blankly at him. “Sign up for what?” 

“The Cinderella-genie thing.”

Sunghoon scrunches his face awkwardly. “Uh, she kind of has a waitlist, buddy.”

Jay waits for him to laugh and say he’s just kidding, but he doesn’t. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, she doesn’t do the fake-dating thing for multiple people at the same time, and she’s pretty busy with all her shit, so I’m not sure how long of a queue you have ahead of you…”

“Okay, but Jake could get me ahead, right? Cut the line, or something? C’mon dude, I’m your best friend.” Jay is suddenly desperate, remembering the conversation he’d had with his mom on the phone last night, where she had dreamily recalled meeting his dad in college and delicately reminded Jay that he could have a plus-one to the Parks’ upcoming 50th wedding anniversary celebration.

Jake eyes his friend warily. “I dunno, she really doesn’t like stuff like that. Unfair advantages, I mean.”

“My parents aren’t getting any younger, Jake, and you know, with my dad last year and everything…” Jay does his best approximation of batting his eyelashes at Jake. 

“Are you guilt-tripping me?”

“A little?” Jay’s smile turns a little maniacal. “For real, my parents have their 50th wedding anniversary coming up, and it would be the perfect event to bring her to so I can reassure them that things are going well in my love life.”

“Are things going anywhere in your love life?” Sunghoon’s tone is skeptical, and reasonably so. 

Jay has been distant lately because of his family, but even before that, he had always been known as somewhat aloof and unattainable. Devastatingly handsome, yes, with killer grades and fierce ambition, and a business empire to inherit to boot, but he is also his parents’ one and only miracle child, born after years of trying and almost giving up. Jay’s parents are older than all of his friends’ parents, and their family business has always been that— a family business. Jay has two years after graduation to learn the ropes in the business, and then he’ll be due for an MBA, and then a return to helm the business, but this timeline has recently felt more urgent than ever with his parents’ flagging health. They would never say it, but he knows the only reason they haven’t retired yet is because they don’t want to hand over control of the business to anyone but him. Jay has worked his ass off in college, trying to get there as fast as he can, as well as he can. But his parents also want him to enjoy college and find true love, and while he’s been doing pretty well with the former, the latter has been on the backburner for, well, forever. Who has time for true love, in between classes, fraternity duties, the various shenanigans his friends get up to, internships, networking, TA-ing, volunteering, being on the executive board of two clubs, and eating, sleeping, dreaming, and thinking?

So. No. Things are not going anywhere in his love life, and he confirms just as much to Sunghoon with a grunt, to which Sunghoon wheezes out his amusement.

Jake eyes Jay with pity, now. “Alright, that guilt trip was successful, but more so because you just admitted to being bitchless for so long. I’ll put in a good word to my sister for you.”

Jay perks up instantly. There is light and beauty in this world after all! “Awesome, thank you bro, you won’t regret this, I promise!”

“I wasn’t planning on it, but those are famous last words, Park.” Jake raises an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure you can handle my sister?”

“Why not? She seems… nice.” Jay is slightly evasive in his answer, and truthfully, it’s because he isn’t really sure what you’re like. All your interactions to date have been cordial, almost business-like, and you and Jake are fraternal twins, so it’s not even like he’s really familiar with what you look like. He is, however, sure that you look beautiful in a ballgown, even if he only saw you in one in his frat’s kitchen.

Jake chortles outright. “No, my sister is not nice. Yeah, I’m definitely going to convince her to help you, just because I think it’ll be hysterical watching her turn you inside out. Good luck, my brother in Christ, because you’ll need it!”

you: hey jake told me abt ur predicament

jay: … good morning, how are you? i’m pretty good myself

you: ???

jay: just being polite. and it’s not a predicament i’m just… interested in your services

you: good for you? anyways i’m super busy right now and don’t really have time to be taking on anything else so i’m just letting you know that i can’t help you out. good luck though

jay: how about coffee?

you: what?

jay: do you want coffee?

you: like right now?

jay: yeah i’m on your porch

You almost throw your phone to the other side of the room. True, Jay’s fraternity house is across the street from your sorority house, but it still feels absurd to think that he’s right there, less than twenty feet below your room. Is he stalking you?

Accordingly, that’s the first thing you ask him when you throw the door open to him. “Are you stalking me?”

He scoffs. “As if. I asked Jake to ask Yunjin for your location.” 

“That’s not not stalking.”

Jay shrugs, though he has the decency to look a little embarrassed as he shoves his hands in his pockets. “Whatever. I just walked across the street; that’s all. So, coffee?”

You stare at him for a few moments, weighing your options. Truthfully, you were about to leave to get coffee before your first class, anyways, but you’re not sure how long you want to entertain Jay. You decide to split the difference. “I’m on my way to Nat’s, so you can tag along. But I’m just grabbing a coffee to go, and then I have class.”

“Okay, let’s go.” 

“Gimme a second; I’ll grab my stuff.” For some reason, your heart is beating a little faster than usual when you reach your room. You’d like to blame it on the stairs you just climbed, but something about Jay coming to find you at your front door feels old-fashioned and sweet, though your rational mind reminds you that he literally just walked a couple hundred feet. He even said so, himself.

But when you come back down to see him leaning against the doorway with his hands still in his pockets, looking out into the street, you suddenly remember that Jay is, like, really good-looking. Despite yourself, you find yourself admiring the cut of his jaw and how nice his hair is styled. It’s not like you don’t know plenty of attractive guys— hell, the guys you usually fake-date are all objectively hot. It’s just inconvenient that you now recall how Jay has always seemed to be the most mature out of Jake’s friends, even from what little you know of him. Unhelpfully, your brain also conjures up the image of him sliding a takeout container to you last week, and the way your eyes had lingered on the veins of his arm.

God. It’s been too long since you’ve gotten laid.

Jay’s voice breaks you out of your bizarre trance. “Ready, Cinderella?”

“Excuse me?”

“Jake told me about your whole Cinderella-genie thing. It would be weird to call you ‘genie’, so…” Jay trails off, scratching the back of his head and looking actually embarrassed now. 

You can’t help but laugh. “Right, because Cinderella is totally less weird. Alright, big guy, let’s go.”

The walk to Nat’s, your favorite local coffee shop, takes about 15 minutes— 10, if you’re walking fast, which you usually are. Jay’s legs are uselessly long, but he seems determined to walk as slowly as possible, while also staying silent the whole time. Finally, you reach the end of your patience and step out right in front of him, intending to ask him what the hell he’s doing. Unfortunately, you find that you misjudged the distance, and he almost collides right into you.

“Whoa,” he mutters, reaching out to grab your arms to steady the both of you. 

“Sorry,” you huff, embarrassed at yourself. A lot of that going around today. “I just… what’s your deal? I already told you I can’t help you, and then you show up at my door and ask me to get coffee, but you don’t say a single word. What do you want from me?”

Instead of answering your question, he asks, “Why do you do it?” 

“Do what?”

“The Cinderella-genie thing.”

You roll your eyes. “Jake has got to stop calling it that. It’s a long story, honestly.” Sighing, you reach into your backpack to pull out your planner. “Alright, we’re already past the amount of time I scheduled to get my coffee and get ahead on some readings before class, so I guess we can sit down inside.”

Jay raises an eyebrow. “You have time for me now? Also, that’s the most insane planner I’ve ever seen.”

You gesture around you. You had stopped Jay almost at the door of Nat’s, and you’re clogging up the sidewalk. “We should at least get out of the way of these people. And yeah, I’m sure it is.” You are a live-and-die-by-your-planner kind of person. Everything is in there— social events, studying time, your various things with Jay’s frat brothers, even things like eating and showering and sleeping. It seems psychotic, sure, but you’re a busy person, and there’s no way you’d be able to handle everything without the strict schedule you set for yourself.

When you walk up to the counter inside Nat’s, your favorite barista— a cute high school kid named Riki— is manning the register. You smile warmly at him. “Hey, Riki. The usual, please.”

You expect Riki to tease you about your usual, which contains an admittedly concerning amount of caffeine, but instead he calls out, “Jay! What’s up, my man!”

From behind you, Jay reaches out and fist-bumps Riki. “Hey, long time no see, buddy. How’s history going?”

Riki groans theatrically. “Horribly, ever since you stopped tutoring me.”

Jay frowns. “Wait, really? What are you having trouble with? I know I’m kind of swamped right now but we can always find some time and—”

Riki bursts out laughing. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Jeez, you should’ve seen your face. Relax, I got a 94 on my last paper!”

“Oh, very funny, you menace!” Jay punches Riki’s shoulder, but his expression eases up. You wonder at the fondness that twinkles in his eyes. 

Riki laughs some more, then he turns to you. “Noona, one cup of liquid death coming up! Hyung, what about you?”

“London fog, please. And seriously, text me if you’re having trouble, okay?”

Riki waves the both of you off, telling you that he’ll bring your drinks over to you. 

You make a beeline for your favorite spot, right by the large window that overlooks the sidewalk. Jay surprises you for the umpteenth time that morning by easily striding ahead and pulling your chair out for you, then coughing and turning red when you give him a weird look.

“Sorry, I, uh, yeah. Instinct,” he explains, which is really no explanation at all. 

“Are you courting me or something?” You try to keep your tone light and joking, but confusion inevitably slips in. Nothing Jay has done today has made sense. 

He seems to have regained his composure when he sits down, because he hits you with, “I guess you could say that. It’s just something I think I’d do for my girlfriend.”

You stare at him blankly. “Thanks for telling me…?”

“I mean, if you’re going to fake-date me, you can probably expect me to do stuff like that, right?”

You groan. “I’m not going to fake-date you, Jay, how many times do I have to say it? I—”

“— don’t have time, I know. But what if I could make it worth your while?”

“Jay, you know I’m Jake’s sister, right? We have money. Besides, I’m helping Mark right now, and I don’t do this for multiple people at the same time.”

“Oh yeah, Jake told me about that rule. What if I could take care of that for you?”

You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll help Mark find a real girlfriend, and then you can help me, instead.”

“If it were that easy, don’t you think Mark would have done it himself?” 

Jay waves his hand dismissively. “Oh, please, Mark’s been crushing on the girl in his music class for ages. He gets too into his head about asking her out, so he chickens out every time. They’re partners on a project right now, though, so I’ll just give him a push in the right direction.”

You have to admit that you’re intrigued by his proposition. Everything Jay just said lines up with what you know about Mark, especially the chickening out part. You’d like to see Jay try, and you figure it can’t hurt either way, so you nod. “Okay, fine. If you can help Mark, I’ll help you. But seriously, what’s your deal? Why do you want my help so badly?”

Jay blinks, then he leans back into his chair. “Oh. Honestly, I haven’t 100% decided that I do, yet.”

“But you’re willing to agree to help Mark Lee with a girl in order to secure my help?” You shake your head. “You’re really strange, Park.”

“I get overly invested in challenges really easily,” Jay confesses, showing you an unexpectedly bashful smile. “So I got a little caught up just now in the idea that I could change your mind about helping me. But now that you’ve brought it up, I’ll still help Mark, no matter what. I’m sick of him writing lovesick songs about that girl, anyways.”

“Large iced Americano, no water, four shots of espresso. And a London Fog,” Riki announces. He sets the drinks down on your table right as the bell above the shop’s door chimes and lets in the pre-9am work crowd. He groans and bids you both a hasty goodbye.

Jay eyes your coffee with disgust. “Liquid death, huh? That’s disturbing.”

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it.” You tilt the cup in his direction, laughing when he shudders. 

“Absolutely not. I can’t believe you order that enough that Riki knows it’s your usual.”

“I usually see him in the afternoons when I order this, actually, so I’m sure he’s going to give me an earful about getting one in the mornings, too. Speaking of— doesn’t he have school?” You whip around in your seat to stare at Riki. 

“He has two free periods on Mondays this year, so I guess he picked up an extra shift. He’s a hard working kid,” Jay says. 

You turn back around to see him with that same fondness in his eyes. “How do you know him, by the way?”

“Ah, he’s my little’s friend from high school. My little is Jungwon— cat-looking dude?”

You let out a squeal. “Oh my gosh, he’s the cutest!” 

Jay crosses his arms and grins, looking amused. “Yeah, he is pretty cute. Anyways, Jungwon mentioned his friend was having trouble with his history class last year, so I started tutoring him a bit, just casually, since I’m studying history.”

“Not economics?” You’ve heard about Jay’s family’s notoriously tightly-controlled company. Everything is within the family, so you’re surprised that he isn’t getting ready to take over. 

“Both. I can have two majors, you know. What’s yours?”

“Linguistic anthropology. And studio art. I can have two majors, you know.” 

Jay rolls his eyes. “Okay, okay, I know that was pretentious. What’s linguistic anthropology?”

You clear your throat, not expecting to talk about your hopes and dreams so early in the morning, and with someone who’s only a few steps away from being a stranger. “Languages, and the social and cultural foundations of them. Basically. I want to do linguistic archaeology in grad school, and this is the closest thing you can get in undergrad.”

Jay leans forward and nods enthusiastically. “That sounds really cool. What kind of art are you doing?”

“Oil paints, mostly, and some charcoal drawing…”

Like that, an hour flies by. You don’t even notice the blocks in your calendar getting overwritten by what is essentially a coffee date with Jay until you get the reminder that you have class in thirty minutes. 

“Shit, I gotta go soon.” You say it with some regret; surprisingly, you’re really enjoying yourself with Jay. He’s smart, and funny, and a little awkward in a way that makes you think he’s the most sincere person you’ve ever met. And he has interesting thoughts and opinions on history, some of which you even make a mental note to follow up on later for your thesis. 

“Before you go, will you tell me why you do the fake-dating thing?” Jay puts his head in both his hands and smiles at you, and…

“Are you batting your eyelashes at me?”

Jay squints at you. “Maybe. Is it working?”

“Not really,” you lie, like a liar. 

“Didn’t work on Jake, either. Man, I gotta work on it.” Jay gives up the act and relaxes back into his chair. “Will you tell me, though?”

“Sure, it’s not like it’s a big secret or anything. It’s not even that long of a story, now that I think about it. Not something worth trying to seduce me over, but I like your hustle,” you joke. 

“So it was working!”

“I wouldn’t go that far. Okay, so it started with Chan. He just didn’t want to go to his horrible cousin’s horrible wedding, but his sister had been arguing with the cousin about Chan and was, like, defending his honor or something? And one thing spiraled into another and all of a sudden Chan needed to show up to the wedding with an impressive partner to prove to his cousin that he could pull.” You make a face. “Boys. I’d actually met this particular cousin before, through some convoluted situation at one of those holiday parties that our families throw, and I knew he was insufferable, so I was willing to help out. Other guys in the frat heard about it, and you know, it’s surprising but not shocking that your frat has a lot of guys with some sort of weird baggage that prevents them from actually seriously dating someone. It’s weirder that a significant number of them also find themselves in situations where they need to pretend to have a girlfriend, but as it turns out, I’m really good at it— being a fake girlfriend, I guess. I haven’t had much time to date myself, so it’s kind of nice hearing how much everyone’s families liked me as their potential daughter-in-law. Plus, I always get favors in return, so it’s not the worst thing in the world. It’s like the fun part of dating, without the actual time commitment.”

Jay looks skeptical. “Going to family events and schmoozing with distant relatives is the fun part of dating?”

You scoff. “Whatever. You’re the one who asked why I did it, and I told you. It doesn’t have to make sense to you.”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m not judging, I swear. I just think that there’s probably better parts to dating, but who am I to talk,” he mutters.

“Ah, yes, Jake mentioned that, too. Bitchless all these years?”

Jay deadpans at you. “I know you aren’t making fun of me for that when you basically just told me that you fake-dated all these guys because you have a raging praise kink specifically for people’s families.”

“Oh, fuck off.” But you’re laughing, almost— giggling? Ugh. Maybe you do need to back off on the caffeine. “Alright, I have to go now, for real. Text me when Mark is good, and then we can talk about our two fake dates.”

“Isn’t three the max?”

“I was serious about not having time, Jay. I have a thesis for linguistics, and a portfolio to put together for art. Mark was going to be my last… thing this year. I went to one event with him, so if you can get things squared away with him, you can have his other two.”

“Okay, fine. Pleasure doing business with you.” Jay salutes you with two fingers.

“You haven’t even succeeded with Mark yet, and you haven’t heard what favors I want in return, either. Don’t get ahead of yourself, hotshot.” 

And then you’re gone, leaving Jay to ruminate on the last hour and a half you spent together.

Jake’s right— you’re not nice, not in the traditional sense of the word. You’re kind of prickly, and you seem to run your life like a drill sergeant, but Jay thinks you must be really kind. Aside from Chan, the others you’ve helped (Mark, Yeonjun, Vernon, Sunghoon, good lord) are all variants of pretty boys who can’t talk to women to save their lives but live and die by the words of their parents, who all hope to see them get married sooner rather than later (Jay elects to ignore how he fits into that mold pretty well, too). No wonder you felt bad for them in their plights and wanted to help them; and Jay really believes that you did it to help them, not because of whatever favors you got in return. Like you said, you have money, so it’s not like you couldn’t buy your own bubble tea or pay for a driver. No, he’s seen your calendar, and it’s crammed with volunteering events in between everything else, and he’s seen the way you fuss over Riki, someone you only see a couple times a week while ordering a coffee. He’s pretty sure you’re just a classic do-gooder, and he doesn’t even need your help that badly, but he does love a challenge. Get Mark Lee together with the girl of his dreams is the first one. The second one is to figure out why he cares about proving himself to you so much— it’s not like he’s swimming in free time either, but somehow you’ve gotten under his skin, and he wants to see where this goes.

(Plus, he thinks you’re really pretty.)

When you enter your studio art workshop class, you find Yunjin immediately and pout at her. “Thanks for revealing my location to Jay, traitor,” you whine.

Yunjin grins. “It’s not like the sorority house is a state secret, babe. And I have zero regrets— he’s hot!”

“So?”

“So, I’m sick of you fake-dating these guys because you love to be the most helpful person in the room, and I want to see you actually date someone!”

You snort. “Joke’s on you, then, because he also wants to fake-date me.”

“Eugh, really? What the hell, I thought he was a good one,” Yunjin groans.

“He is a good one,” you respond instantly. You’re not sure why you’re so defensive about him, but from everything you’ve witnessed today, you know that Park Jongseong is the definition of a good guy.

“Well, maybe this will finally be the one that goes from fake-dating to real dating!” Yunjing wiggles her eyebrows at you. “You already think he’s nice, and you didn’t say he isn’t hot, either.”

“I have a pulse, Yunjin, I can tell that he’s hot.”

Yunjin whistles between her teeth. “Wait ‘til I tell Jake to tell Jay that.”

“Do not— and since when are you and my brother so close, anyways?”

She flashes you a conspiratorial wink. “New boytoy.”

“Ew, seriously? Jake?”

“Hey, it’s not that deep. He gets around, too, doesn’t he? Friends with benefits, no strings attached, etcetera.”

“Famous last words, honey.” You start pulling out your art supplies, chewing on your lip as you consider whether to ask her what you’re dying to know. “... So, what do you know about Jay? And do not tell Jake about any of this, Yunjin, I swear.”

“We’re really not close like that, babe, and I’d never betray your trust for dick.” Yunjin puts her hand over her heart solemnly.

“I want you to know that I’m throwing up in my mouth.”

“Noted.” Yunjin sticks the pencil she was using in her hair, then leans back and hums thoughtfully. “Now, Jay… I know what everyone knows about him, I guess. Good guy, nice family, kind of detached, if I had to say so? Not in a bad way, though. I just mean that he seems to hang out with his friends and that’s pretty much it. He’s involved in a bunch of stuff on campus like you are, but I know he had to pull back recently because one of his parents had a health thing— oh no, I can tell you’re already Cinderella-ing.”

You huff. “Jake is so annoying for that. What do you mean, Cinderella-ing?”

“You feel bad for him and now you want to help him!”

“I already agreed to help him, if he helps Mark Lee get a girlfriend, first.”

“Wow, he must really need your help if he’s willing to do that.”

“Funny, he said he isn’t sure if he needs my help, yet.” You shrug. “He’s confusing.”

“Oooh, but you’re interested, aren’t you?” Yunjin peers closer at you. “Oh my god, you whore! You want him!” 

“Yunjin!” You shush her, cognizant of the other students around you. “I’m just curious, okay? I wanna know what I’m getting myself into.”

“Sure, sure. I believe you!” Yunjin insists, looking entirely unbelievable. “That’s not surprising about Jay, though. His family is, like, super family-oriented. Introducing them to a fake girlfriend seems like it wouldn’t go well, so it makes sense that he’s hesitant about it. You should ask him for more details when you guys fuck—”

You cut her off with a hand slapped over her mouth. “I’m going to murder you in your sleep.”

Yunjin laughs underneath your hand and flicks you off. “But seriously, the rumor is that he’s never dated anyone in college because his parents had the perfect college romance and want the same thing for him, and he’s always been too busy being the prodigal son and heir apparent for true love to just, like, fall into his lap. Despite the valiant efforts of many girls on campus,” she finishes dryly.

“That’s… a really detailed rumor.”

“Chaewon’s little is obsessed with him, so I’ve heard it a million times.” 

You both cringe. Chaewon is far too nice to say it, but her little is stuck in a phase of boy mania so all-consuming it borders on clinical.

“Enough about boys; how’s it going with the portfolio?” Yunjin nudges her chin towards your empty canvas.

You sigh. “Pretty good, except for the human portrait part. It’s really not my thing, but Professor Song was so adamant that I try to include at least two of them by the end of the year. I did one of Jake already, but he doesn’t know, so it’ll be hilarious to see him cry at the senior showcase.”

“Oh, he’s totally going to lose it,” Yunjin agrees. You stay silent on the curious display of knowledge she just exhibited on your brother’s behalf. “Who are you thinking for the other one?”

“Beats me. I’d use my parents, but that feels a little bit too on the nose, especially after the one of Jake. It’d be weird to ask our friends, right?”

“Not really, but your portfolio theme is family, isn’t it? Very sweet of you to think of us as family, but then you’re talking about an entire group of people.”

Instantly, you shudder. “That’s way more than two humans. Love you guys, but no thanks. I’ll figure something else out.”

Yujin smirks at you. “If you and Jay date and fall in love and get married, you’ll be family, and then you could do one of him.”

“That is so not the solution!”

You don’t hear from Jay until a week later, at which point you figure he has given up, so you’re shocked to find him at your door again. 

“Morning, Cinderella,” is all he says to you before handing you a cup.

“Good morning,” you return, too dumbfounded to say anything else. “What’s this?”

“Coffee. Large iced Americano, no water, four shots of espresso,” he recites. “I got Riki to text it to me,” he admits quickly.

“I appreciate it, but what’s this for?” You narrow your eyes at him. “You can’t possibly think that one of the favors I’ll ask from you is coffee, right? I’m not that easy, Park.”

Jay looks offended. “Hey, you let Sunghoon buy you bubble tea!”

“Yeah, but he was really pathetic about the whole fake-dating thing.”

“... Fine, I’ll give that to you. That does sound like him. But no, this is because I wanted to ask you something, and I figured I’d take up the time that you usually schedule for getting your coffee.”

“Ooookay. So, what’s up?” You start on the walk to the library, and he’s quick to fall into step beside you.

“I’ve been thinking about how to help Mark with his crush, and I have the perfect idea, but I need your help.”

“You need my help to help Mark so that you can get my help for yourself?” It sounds absurd coming out of your month, and before you can stop yourself, you blurt out, “Wow, try saying that ten times fast.”

A surprised laugh erupts from Jay’s chest. “That was corny as hell,” he says, but he’s still laughing, high pitched and delighted. Laughter transforms his whole face, his eyes slipping into crescents and his nose scrunching with the force of his happiness, and you’re left dazed looking at him like that.

“Don’t tell anyone you witnessed that. I know where you live,” you threaten him half-heartedly. It really doesn’t carry much weight when you’re beaming in response to the mirth in his expression.

He stops laughing to grin at you, still bright and lovely. “Yeah, right. Who’s been coming to whose front door?”

“You don’t think I could walk across the street? I’m there all the time, Jay. So many people in that house owe me; it’d be a piece of cake to get your room number.” You say this with a stupid smile still on your face.

“Right, consider me properly frightened.” The wattage of his grin finally turns down a couple of notches, giving you room to breathe properly. “So, about Mark,” he starts.

“Yeah, this just sounds like more work for me,” you respond skeptically.

“Hear me out, okay? Mark has all these love songs written about this girl, and I found out that she always eats lunch at the same table at the same time in the dining hall on Tuesdays, so I figured he could play one of his songs over the dining hall speakers and then confess to her.” Jay makes little jazz hands at the end of his sentence, and it prompts a giggle out of you.

You have to fight your smile down when you speak. “A couple of things. One: that is so incredibly over the top for a confession, but sure, I like your spirit. Two: there’s no way Mark is slick enough to pull this off. Which leads me to three: what do you need from me?”

Jay nods. “Exactly, Mark could never do this on his own, which is why I’ve enlisted a bunch of guys from the frat, and you, of course.”

“Me, of course?”

“Sunoo and Jake are going to sweet-talk the lady at the dining hall who has the keys to the staff office with the dining hall audio hookup and microphone— she loves Sunoo, and Jake will flash her the ol’ puppy dog eyes to keep her sufficiently distracted. Heeseung will walk past and swipe her keys, and Jungwon is going to make sure that Mark’s crush is actually in the dining hall at the right time. Chan is going to apologize on everyone’s behalf if this goes wrong.”

You tut. “Poor Chan.”

“It’s his presidential duty, god bless.”

“And where do I fit into this?”

“You and I need to hold Mark’s hand, figuratively, and keep him hyped up enough to actually go through with it. He agreed to the plan, but I can totally see him chickening out again, which is why Sunghoon and Yeonjun are also going to stand guard outside the staff office so he can’t escape.”

“I feel like you could hold Mark’s hand on your own,” you argue, but you don’t really mean it. This sounds so chaotic and harebrained that you would normally want to stay a mile away from it, but Jay’s enthusiasm and seriousness about it is rubbing off on you. Plus, it would be nice to see one of your fake boyfriends actually succeed in their love life.

“He has two hands, and I can’t hold them all by myself because I have to operate the audio hookup,” Jay proclaims solemnly. “And I said figuratively! He trusts you, clearly, or at least he trusted you enough to be his fake girlfriend.”

“I come highly recommended,” you intone dryly. 

“And he trusts me enough to go along with the plan, so I think we’re the best suited to be his moral support,” Jay continues, ignoring your smartass comment. 

“This is a ridiculous plan, Jay.”

“So you’re in? Oh, wait. Are you free at 12:30 today?”

You stop to check your planner and confirm that you are. “What would you have done if I wasn’t?”

“Reconfigure the time-space continuum so you could be in two places at once. Mark’s future happiness depends on this,” Jay insists.

"I see what you mean about getting overly invested in challenges really easily… Alright, text me where I should meet you later, then?”

“You got it. Have a good day, Cinderella!” He yells this part as he jogs away from you. 

“Stop calling me that!” But you can’t remember the last time you smiled this much this early in the morning.

Hours later, you smile instinctively upon seeing Jay’s name pop up in your notifications.

jay: coast is clear. meet me outside the dining hall staff office in 5 minutes. operation is a go

you: omw, 007

jay: stop ur making me blush

you: fr?

jay: no this is just banter

you: omfg mark just texted me to say that ur actually blushing

jay: im going to end him. after he gets a gf, ofc

“Hey,” you whisper in Jay’s ear, making him jump. 

“Holy shit, how’d you get here so fast?”

You shrug, jostling his shoulder as you’re pressed up against him in the tiny recessed alcove across from the staff office. “I’m a fast walker. Places to be, people to see, you know? Speaking of…” You motion to the open office door. “Should we go inside?”

Jay clears his throat. Up this close, he can count the eyelashes that flutter against your skin. “Yeah, Mark’s already there. I’m surprised he found the composure to pop his head out and see me, or text you, honestly. He’s been a nervous wreck since this morning. Oh, finally, way to be on time, losers!” Jay beckons Sunghoon and Yeonjun closer from down the hall.

“We’re fine; Jungwon says Mark’s crush hasn’t even sat down at her table, yet. Hey, how are you? Long time no see.” Yeonjun flashes you a smile.

“Committing questionable acts in the name of love, you know, just living the dream,” you joke. “How’s your mom?”

“Great! She still asks about you. By the way, if I had known being a little more pathetic would get me this level of commitment,” Yeonjun gestures around him, “I would’ve asked for a real girlfriend, too.”

“I’m told I was pretty pathetic, and even I didn’t get this kind of treatment,” Sunghoon reminds you.

You pat his arm consolingly. “Maybe if you had Jay on your side, buddy.”

“Yeah, what the hell, best friend?” Sunghoon eyes him accusingly.

Jay pats his other arm. “Sorry, I have ulterior motives with Mark.”

“Oh, so now Mark gets a girlfriend and a secret male lover?”

Jay scoffs. “Not those kinds of ulterior motives, but please. As if Mark could bag me.”

“Ladies, ladies, there’s plenty of Jay to go around,” you say placatingly. 

“Guys, I’m freaking out in here!” Mark wails from inside the office.

“Fuck, Jungwon said she’s sitting down now. Go!” Yeonjun pushes you and Jay towards the office.

In quick order, Jay gets the audio hooked up to Mark’s laptop, and he starts the song. While Mark hyperventilates between the two of you and you actually do share in the holding of his hands, Jay finds himself staring at you as you try to encourage Mark. You really are quite kind— he doesn’t think many people would have agreed to be dragged into this silly scheme, but here you are, throwing yourself into it wholeheartedly because there’s a chance it might secure Mark’s future happiness. 

The sun reaches its highest point in the sky just then, streaming in through the windows behind you and drenching you in golden light. Jay’s not sure if he’s nervous about getting in trouble for this or if he’s just been looking at you for too long, but he can feel his heart stuttering in his chest. It’s positively outrageous how pretty you are.

“Bro, what the fuck do I say?” Mark hisses, interrupting Jay’s very important investigation of the color of your eyes. “The song is almost over, please, you gotta help me!”

“Just tell her how you feel,” Jay offers. It’s not his best attempt at advice, but he’s distracted by the way your hair brushes against your neck. 

Mark splutters and fumbles and curses under his breath, but then the song is over, and Jay is turning on the microphone for him to speak. “Um, hey, so, yeah! Yeah. Uh, I’ve liked you for a long time… which you can probably tell, because of the song and everything.” Mark giggles nervously. “There’s, like, at least five more where that came from. Because I like you a lot, but I’m not great at talking in person, so I wrote all these songs, and oh god, this is super weird, isn’t it? I’m sorry if it’s weird, I just, well, I wanted to tell you. What I feel for you is so big I think I might explode; it makes me lose my mind and my breath and my ability to speak, and it leads me to do stupid stuff like this. And now you know. Okay, cool!” Mark reaches over and slams his hand to turn off the microphone. 

You and Jay share an exasperated look over Mark’s head.

“Mark, you didn’t even say who the song is for,” you remind him. 

He pales. “I didn’t?”

“Or who it’s from, but I think that part is pretty obvious,” Jay sighs. “Just text her right now, and tell her it was from you, and ask her out!”

“What? No, I can’t do that, I think I’m gonna be sick,” Mark moans.

You roll your eyes. “Mark, do it right now, or I’m telling your mom you cheated on me.”

“What? But I didn’t! And we weren’t even dating for real! And I just told her we broke up!”

“Right, I’ll say we broke up because you cheated on me.” You stare him down. “Seriously, I’ll call her tonight.”

“Nonono, I’ll text Mina, okay? See, I’m texting her right now.” Mark pulls out his phone and types frantically. 

Jay throws his arm around Mark’s shoulder, using the leverage to hit the send button on his phone. “See, that wasn’t so hard!”

“I need to go walk into traffic,” Mark declares. 

You smile breezily at him. “Sure, whatever. Love conquers all!” Behind his back, you and Jay high-five.

Jay says you should have dinner to celebrate Mark and Mina’s new romance (ignoring Mark’s pained “What romance? I’m dying.”), but you tell him that you’re volunteering at the community kitchen that night. Jay doesn’t miss a beat. “Sure, I’ll be there. We should talk about my thing, anyways.”

That’s how he finds himself in a hairnet and disposable gloves that night, making funny faces at the head of the community kitchen’s daughter, who’s running around underfoot. He’s been put in charge of chopping vegetables, while you’re stirring a huge pot of stew at one of the stoves.

“Watch your fingers,” you scold him half-heartedly. He’s devastatingly cute like this.

He has the audacity to wink at you. “I know my way around a kitchen, don’t worry.”

“Very cool, trophy husband.”

“What, no more 007?”

“Depends on the outcome of Mark’s text to Mina. Did you hear anything from him?”

Jay scoops up his vegetables into a large bowl and brings it over to you, nudging you aside with his hip so he can add the vegetables to your pot. “Not yet, but I don’t have him freaking out in my messages either, so I’ll take that as a win.”

You let him take over the stirring and turn around to lean against the countertop. “Cute hairnet,” you quip.

“Thanks. You think they’ll let me take it home?” he jokes. 

You nudge your chin in the direction of the little girl giggling at Jay. “I think she wants to take you home.”

He winks at her, then lowers his voice so that only you can hear him say, “She’ll have to get in line.”

You swallow and wonder if the stove is turned on too high. “Right, so what’s your thing about?”

“Later, yeah?” Jay gestures around you, and you suddenly remember that you’re in the middle of a busy kitchen, with everyone hustling to get ready for the dinner service starting in half an hour. 

You spring into action again, embarrassed at how easily you’d been absorbed into conversation with Jay. Something about the way he talks to you makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world— he’s always so attentive, nodding and responding to your every comment. You have to wonder why he hasn’t dated anyone seriously in college; he seems like he’d be the dream boyfriend. Hypothetically.

He only proves this point further when he reveals two containers of mac and cheese that he had picked up before getting there, which he microwaves for the two of you to eat after the dinner service is over. You turn on the lights in one corner of the cafeteria and sit at the only table that’s still left out: a children’s table where you have to balance precariously on seats that are too small for you. But it’s entirely worth it, knocking knees and elbows together, laughing too hard for what the situation warrants.

“I would’ve made you something myself, but I didn’t want to use up the kitchen’s ingredients,” Jay comments off-handedly.

Your heart glows in your chest. “That’s really thoughtful, Jay.”

He smiles and scratches the back of his head, suddenly shy. “Nah, it’s common sense, right? Come on, eat before it gets cold.”

Right then and there, Jay learns that he loves to watch you eat. You make exaggerated faces and ooh and ahh over something as simple as mac and cheese from the 24-hour diner down the street, and he finds himself itching to make something with his own two hands that will make you react like that. 

When you’re done eating, you sit back and sigh in satisfaction. “That was exactly what I needed. Now, tell me about your thing— what kind of mess have I gotten myself into?”

Jay hems and haws for a good minute before finally telling you about his parents’ upcoming 50th wedding anniversary. “It’s a little complicated because they had this, like, fairytale relationship, and of course I’m happy that they’re still so in love all these years later, but it’s kind of… a lot to live up to. Not that I’m complaining, because they’re awesome, but I don’t have that kind of relationship with anyone yet, so I haven’t brought anyone home to them.”

“So the rumors are true,” you mutter under your breath.

Unfortunately, Jay seems to have heard you. “What rumors?”

Flushing, you explain what you’d heard from Yunjin, who had heard it from Chaewon’s little. You’re quick to add, “I wasn’t asking around about you or anything!” 

Jay just smirks at you, something wicked and slow that only contributes to the heat in your cheeks. “I didn’t say anything.”

You hesitate before speaking up again. “So, if you don’t mind me asking… How come you haven’t dated anyone long-term in college? You’re, you know, perfectly okay to look at.”

Jay deadpans at you. “Wow, thanks, that really means a lot to me.”

You let out a huff of a laugh. “Shut up, it’s not a secret that you’re hot.”

Jay’s eyebrows shoot up, and you swear to god, he blushes to high heaven. “Th-Thanks.”

“Mm.”

It’s silent for a few long moments, then Jay clears his throat. “If I’m being honest, I haven’t dated anyone long-term in college because my parent’s relationship is a lot to live up to, and it’s not like I have a ton of time to find my perfect life partner in between everything else.”

“Ugh, tell me about it. Yunjin tells me I should try actually dating again, but it’s kind of a lot, right? Putting in the time and effort to get to know someone from scratch, when you’re not even sure how it’s going to pan out? And you’ve seen my calendar.” You laugh quietly. “And, honestly, I have this problem with dating where I get bored pretty easily.”

Jay leans forward, pushing into your personal space close enough to count your eyelashes, again. “Are you bored right now?” 

“No,” you answer, although you’re not sure why he’s asking. “Um, so, why do you need a fake girlfriend, then? I don’t think it’ll pass muster with your parents, if they want you to be in love for real.”

Jay fidgets with his fingers on top of the table. “Yeah, it’s kind of stupid, to be honest. My dad was hospitalized for a month last year, and it really shook us all. My parents are on the older side, and I’m their only child, and, well, I’d like to make them happy while they’re still around. Sorry, that was morbid. And I know it’s not like we’d be doing this forever, and it’s wrong to fake it, but still. They’d be overjoyed to see me in a relationship. I want to give that to them, even if it’s only twice.” He tells it to you like it’s a secret, and your chest caves in with the force of his sincerity.

“I don’t think that’s stupid. It’s sweet, Jay, really.” You reach out and still his fingers. “Listen, you know I’m really good at being a fake girlfriend, right?”

“You come highly recommended,” he mimics you from earlier, mouth quirking up in the beginnings of a smile. It lifts the atmosphere slightly, and you’re glad for it.

“Right, so don’t worry. Leave it to me. Your parents won’t suspect a thing,” you promise. “When’s the anniversary celebration?”

“Six weeks.”

You pull out your planner to start scheduling. “Great, so you can send me information about yourself, and I’ll do the same for you, and then we can find time to meet up and quiz each other about it and get our answers on our relationship straight—”

Jay’s hand lands around your wrist, stopping you from writing further. “Not that I don’t appreciate your… efficiency, but I don’t think that’s going to work. Like you said, my parents want to see a true relationship, and I don’t think flashcards are going to cut it. How about we just… get to know each other?”

You blink. “What, like daily one-on-ones, or something? Office hours, but just for each other?”

He bursts out laughing. “Oh my god, you’re serious, aren’t you?” He lets go of your wrist to hide his face behind his hands as he continues to laugh, which makes you smile despite yourself. He’s so goddamn cute.

You decide to humor him. “What do you suggest, then?”

“As much as I would love to monopolize your time, I don’t actually want to take up any of the precious few free spots on your calendar. You need to set aside more time for yourself, by the way. But for now, how about you give me the thirty minutes you schedule for getting to Nat’s and then back to campus every day? We can get to know each other then.”

“You want to walk me to the coffee shop and back?”

“Among other things.”

“… Such as?”

“Just you wait, Cinderella. I’m going to sweep you off your feet so hard, you won’t know what hit you. I’ll be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

In the dim light of the after-hours cafeteria, with his long legs stretched out on either side of yours and the soft crescents of his smiling eyes twinkling at you, you’re inclined to believe him.

Jay keeps his word. He shows up on the sorority house’s porch every morning, backpack slung over his shoulder and hands in his pockets at 7:45am. He doesn’t even have class until 11am (you know because you asked Yunjin to ask Jake), so his dedication impresses you. Sometimes, you’ll watch him approach the house from your window, bopping his head along to whatever he’s listening to in his earbuds. 

When you open the door to greet him, he always smiles sleepily at you and reaches out to grab whatever’s in your hands (usually art supplies or heavy reference books for your thesis). It’s a small gesture, but it shoots through your cotton-candy-soft heart as true and straight as an arrow.

Most mornings, the two of you will chat about anything and everything, swinging from homework to Greek life drama to pet peeves to Mesopotamian history. Occasionally, you’re both tired from your busy schedules and just end up sharing his earbuds, listening to something slow and soothing. More and more often, you find yourself stuffing supplies and books into your backpack until it’s grossly misshapen, just so Jay can have his hands free to brush against yours on the walk to Nat’s.

It’s not just the coffee shop, either. Suddenly, he’s everywhere in your life, as if someone had penciled in his name as one long continuous block in your calendar. He comes to the library with you, and you work on your assignments in companionable silence. He’s now a regular volunteer at the community kitchen, and he’s helping them design a new menu for the colder days coming soon. He even shows up outside the studio art workshop, bringing you takeout when you’ve forgotten to eat. At parties, the two of you dominate beer pong, with him bouncing balls off of his bicep into the cups just to make you fake your fawning adoration at him. He doesn’t have to know that it comes easily to you, especially when he’s constantly looking at you the way you know you look at beautiful works of art.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were actually courting me,” you comment thoughtlessly one day. You’re perched on the kitchen counter at the frat, watching Jay make ramen for the two of you. It’s almost three in the morning, and neither of you should be awake, but there’s something special about the quiet privacy afforded by the strange hour.

Jay forces himself to keep stirring the pot like usual. If he’s being honest with himself, he doesn’t know any better, either, but he doesn’t want to look too closely into that at the moment. Instead, he opts to flirt. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he murmurs.

“Yeah, that’s why I said it, smartass.” But you let him off the hook, now preoccupied with reaching over to re-tie his apron.

“Ooh, ramen!” Jungwon’s face lights up as he walks into the kitchen, led by his nose. He looks like he just woke up, rubbing at his eyes with the ends of his sweatshirt sleeves. You have to stop yourself from cooing at him.

“What are you doing up so late?” Jay scolds him gently.

“Oh, hey, Dad. Hey, Mom. I just woke up; I had a weird dream.” Jungwon nods at you both and takes a seat at the kitchen island.

You gape at him. “What?”

Jungwon blinks a couple of times, looking more alert by the second. “Oops. Did I say that out loud? Sorry, Niki’s been rubbing off on me.”

“Niki calls us Mom and Dad?” You’re not sure if that’s sweet or weird.

“As a joke! In a jocular manner. Jovially.” Jungwon throws up a peace sign, as if that helps.

“I’m glad to see the English degree is paying off,” Jay remarks dryly. He looks like he took the Mom-and-Dad thing much more in stride, except for the tips of his ears, which burn red. It’s a dead giveaway that makes you smile fondly, because it’s so him.

“Will you make some more ramen?” Jungwon bats his eyelashes at the two of you.

“See, it works much better when Jungwon does it,” you tease Jay.

“Can’t argue with you there, honestly.” Jay puts another pot of water on the stove to boil. “You should have more than just sodium and carbs, though,” he tells Jungwon.

You nod, hopping off of the counter to rummage through the fridge. “Yeah, you don’t eat enough vegetables. Maybe that’s why you’re having weird dreams. Aha!” You emerge triumphantly with a salad kit.

Jungwon laughs. “And you wonder why Niki calls you Mom and Dad.”

Jay scoffs. “That’s just because he hasn’t met Chan.”

“Fair enough. What are you guys doing here so late, anyways?”

You pause in assembling the salad to point a salad tong at Jay. “This guy just follows me everywhere.”

“We’re in my frat house,” Jay retorts. 

“I could be here for someone else,” you argue. 

Jay’s gaze pins you down, warm and earnest. “You’re not, though.”

You smile at him. “No, I’m not.”

Jungwon coughs. “Get a room.”

You reach over to ruffle his hair. “You’re standing in it.”

The three of you eat your ramen and salad in silence for a bit, all falling victim to varying degrees of sleepiness. Without noticing it, you’re scooched up next to Jay, shoulders and knees and ankles pressed together in one long line of comfortable intimacy.

Jay thinks about Jungwon’s question as he slurps at the noodles. What are you guys doing here so late? The answer almost eludes him. These days, he finds himself drawn to you like a magnet, pulled in by forces far stronger than himself. 

He remembers that the two of you had been doing work in his room after the main library had closed, and you had fallen asleep on his bed at some point, a sketchbook dangling from your fingers. He had spent a ridiculous amount of time admiring your sleeping form, indulging in his favorite pastime of counting your eyelashes and resisting the urge to lay beside you. Eventually, your stomach had woken you up, and he insisted on making you some food, even if it wasn’t as nice as he would have liked to do for you. Now, looking at you chatting and joking with Jungwon, Jay feels his heart expanding into his lungs. You fit into his life so perfectly, and he’d like to think that he fits into yours, too. It’s almost too good to be true— could this be what his parents started with? 

When you’re done eating, Jungwon waves the two of you away, insisting that he should do the dishes since you cooked. You’re not about to argue with that, so you pat him on the shoulder before following Jay back up to his room. 

“He’s a good kid,” you tell Jay as you hop on his bed again, grabbing your sketchbook to pick up where you left off.

“He is.” Jay tuts at you. “And you should go to sleep.”

“I will, I will, just let me finish this sketch, okay? Besides, I don’t see you turning your laptop off, either.” You jut your chin out stubbornly.

Jay glances at the Wikipedia rabbit hole he’d been going down before your stomach had growled loudly an hour ago. He’s done with his work for the day, and he had just been keeping you company for the last two hours. “I have super important, time-sensitive work to finish,” he lies solemnly.

“Jay, I can see that you have the Wikipedia page for sinkholes open.”

He slams his laptop shut. “Actually, I’m done,” he declares, flopping down on the bed beside you. He turns his cheek from where he’s level with your stomach to look up at your hands moving across the page. “What are you working on in there?”

You make a displeased face. “People. I have to do one more human portrait for my portfolio, and it’s driving me nuts. Here, this one is of you.”

Jay lifts his head, astonished to see himself reflected back on the page. In smooth, sure strokes, you’ve captured him in tender detail: strong jaw, sharp eyes, and mouth twisted in concentration, probably from earlier when he’d actually been doing work. Jay’s jaw works as he struggles to figure out what to say. He’s unbelievably touched that you would draw him. “Can I keep this?” he asks finally.

“It’s not even done yet. And it’s not that good,” you warn him.

“It is to me. C’mon, please?”

“Maybe when I finish…” You trail off, swayed by the senseless patterns he’s tracing on top of your knee. “Which I won’t, if you keep distracting me.”

He smirks and stills his hand, looking like he’s about to tease you before he interrupts himself with a yawn. “Alright, goodnight, Cinderella.”

“'Night, 007.”

When he wakes up the next morning, he finds the lingering scent of your shampoo and a complete sketch of himself, now decked out in a tux worthy of James Bond. It makes him laugh out loud, and he knows he’s in trouble when he slides out a picture of him with his cousins from a picture frame to put your sketch in the frame, instead.

Before you know it, the day of the Parks’ wedding anniversary celebration has arrived. You’re on a four-way FaceTime call, with Chaewon lounging on your bed as you try on various dresses.

Kazuha is more invested in asking you about your relationship than helping you decide what to wear. “I’m just saying, I think it’s interesting that you and Jay have been, like, glued together for well over a month.”

“We’re getting to know each other better, so we don’t mess up in front of his parents,” you explain for the millionth time.

Kazuha wiggles her eyebrows at you. “Suuuure. Why didn’t you just send him one of those scarily detailed questionnaires like you did with all the other guys you fake-dated?”

Chaewon motions for you to spin in the billowy dress you’re currently in. “Too beachy,” she decides. “But ditto to what Kazuha said.”

“It’s because she like-likes him,” Sakura sing-songs.

You stick your tongue out at her. “Grow up, will you?” 

“Forget about that— have you guys hooked up yet?” Yunjin demands.

“Yet? No, Yunjin, what the fuck,” you complain.

“Gross,” a familiar voice groans from Yunjin’s corner of the FaceTime. You, Kazuha, Sakura, and Chaewon all zero in on her square.

“Jake?” You exclaim.

Yunjin giggles and moves the camera to show Jake sitting at his desk in his room, wearing his nerdy glasses and hunched over a textbook.

“Did you guys just hook up?” Kazuha blurts out. 

“Gross,” you repeat.

Yunjin rolls her eyes. “Grow up, will you? And no, I’m just here because it was too loud at the house.”

The rest of you fall silent on the call, especially you and Chaewon, demonstrating how decidedly not loud it is in the sorority house.

Yunjin blushes and clears her throat. “Whatever. Hey, you should totally wear that sparkly navy velvet number! The one that cinches at your waist.”

You rummage around in your closet and pull out the dress in question to try it on. “This one?”

Sakura whistles. “Oh, for sure. Good eye, Jen.”

Yunjin blows her a kiss. “Of course, of course.” She points at you. “That’s the one, babe. You have, like, the sluttiest waist ever, second only to Sunghoon; you have to wear that.”

Sounds of agreement abound, except from Jake, who whines, “You guys don’t think I have a slutty waist?”

“You’re a whore in other ways, don’t worry,” you reassure him dryly. You do another spin for Chaewon. “This isn’t too much, though?”

Jake suddenly pops into view of the camera. “It’s a formal event, and Jay is going to lose his mind no matter what you wear, trust me.”

“That’s not the point,” you insist.

The girls respond in unison, “Yes, it is!” 

And you have to admit, the way Jay’s mouth stays open as he gives you the once-over a few hours later is gratifying, to say the least. For good measure, he does it again, letting his eyes linger at the dip between your collarbones and the curve of your mouth.

Molten heat spreads through you in response to his wandering eyes, ratcheting up in intensity when he smirks at you, purposeful and knowing.

You elect to check him out, too, knowing that you’re not the only person who can get flustered here. He cuts an unbelievable figure against the setting sun, leaning against his sleek black car, hands in his pockets and legs crossed at the ankles. The tuxedo he wears fits criminally well, emphasizing his broad shoulders and long legs, and you can’t stop yourself from wondering what he’d look like taking his tie off. On second thought, this may have backfired; you only find yourself feeling warmer the longer you stare at him.

Thankfully, he starts moving, coming up to the porch to hand you a bouquet of baby’s breath.

“Oh, good idea— should I hand these to your mom or your dad?” You ask, taking the flowers from him.

He laughs, surprised. You are too cute for his own good. “The flowers are for you, Cinderella. My parents and I are allergic to pollen, actually.”

“Oh.” You hold the flowers closer to your chest, giddiness touching you from head to toe. He got you flowers, even though he’s allergic. “Thank you, Jay.”

He hums and reaches out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “Happy to do it. I saw the flowers in your room dying the other day. Go put them inside; I’ll wait out here. I can feel Chaewon’s stare drilling into the top of my head, anyways.” He looks up and waves at Chaewon, who’s hanging out of your window shamelessly.

She shouts, “Have her home by midnight, or she’ll turn into a pumpkin!”

“I don’t think that’s how it goes, but okay!” He throws her a thumbs-up.

Inside the house, you’re seized with the urge to splash some water on your face, just to calm yourself down, but that would ruin your makeup. Instead, you place the flowers in a vase of water and trust that Chaewon will bring them up to your room for you, after she’s done heckling Jay.

“Leave my guy alone,” you yell in her direction, pulling at his arm to get him down the stairs and to his car. 

“Your guy, huh?” Jay looks at you with uncontrollable fondness.

“Just for the night,” you say, but you don’t miss the way his smile widens at the way you don’t deny it.

Ever the gentleman, Jay opens the passenger door for you, helping you gather the ends of your dress and tucking them in under your legs. He remains crouched for a moment, looking like he’s debating with himself about something, and then he goes for it, leaning over and buckling you in.

When you raise an eyebrow at him, all he says is, “Precious cargo,” and then he’s shutting the door, leaving you flushing once more.

The car ride to his parent’s place is easy and comfortable, even with the charged atmosphere that lingers between the two of you. Conversation always flows like water with Jay; you’re debating the finer points of how to determine provenance for historical artifacts when you arrive. Guests are littered across the front lawn, conversing with each other but centered around his parents.

Suddenly, you’re nervous. “Do you think they’ll like me?” You ask Jay.

He looks at you like you’ve grown another head. “Are you serious? Of course they will. You’re you.”

You swat at his shoulder even as you smile widely. “Your unconditional faith in me notwithstanding, I’m serious, Jay. I want to be able to live up to this fairytale romance thing.”

He takes your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Believe me, you’re a dream come true. Let’s go, Cinderella.”

You gulp and curse your thundering heart, but then you’re five feet away from his parents, and you’re exclaiming at how in love they look, all these years later. Jay’s dad is distinguished in salt-and-pepper hair, and his mom is all smiles when she tells you that you’re too pretty for Jay.

“Mom,” he whines.

“Oh alright, come here, my beautiful boy.” She brings him in for a hug and beams when he kisses her cheek. Your heart melts like ice cream in the summer; he’s a mama’s boy, through and through.

Jay’s dad asks, “So, how did you meet?” 

You open your mouth, prepared with your story. “I’m Jay’s friend’s twin sister, and then we kind of got caught in a scheme to help one of our other friends ask out the girl he liked, and we just got closer after that. Jay’s easy to like.” So far, it’s all true.

Jay doesn’t look like he’s faking anything when he continues, though. “She’s easy to love.”

“Way to one-up me,” you joke, but you feel like you’re floating, cradled by the buoyancy of the affection in his eyes.

“Seriously, she’s so smart it makes my head spin, and her heart shines brighter than the sun. She makes me laugh and work harder to keep up, and I’m lucky to just stand by her side. Being with her is the most natural thing in the world, like breathing, or my heart beating.” Jay doesn’t take his eyes off of you the whole time he’s speaking; he wants to commit every change in your expression to memory, from surprise to fondness to something deeper.

Jay’s dad hums approvingly. “Good work, son. You sound like I did when I met your mom.” He brings his wife in to kiss her temple.

“Enjoy the party, lovebirds,” she coos at you, and then they’re gone, off to greet other arrivals.

You’re frozen in place, with one hand still clutching at Jay’s like a lifeline. “We didn’t practice that,” you mumble.

He shakes his head and rubs his thumb over your cheek with his other hand. “No, we didn’t. Are you mad?”

“Mad? I think I’m jealous of your future girlfriend,” you say, forcing a laugh. It sounds wooden even to your ears.

He frowns. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act as if you don’t know how much I like you.” 

The world stops turning on its axis. “What?”

His gaze slips down to your mouth, tracing your cupid’s bow. “You heard me.” He turns hopeful eyes on you. “Do you… feel the same?”

Just like that, the world resumes its motion, and you can’t let him go a second longer without knowing how much he is loved. “Desperately.” 

He breathes a sigh of relief, and you think he’s going to kiss you— you need him to kiss you— but he hugs you close instead, lips hovering against your ear. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” he murmurs.

“If it’s anything close to how happy I am, I probably have a good idea,” you laugh. You’re surprised at how quickly the burning urge to have his mouth on yours has tempered into something more grounded and permanent. 

“I have to go do something for my parents, but I think I’ll die if I have to leave you. Will you come watch?” 

You’d go anywhere with him. “Of course.”

He squeezes your hand. “Thanks, doll.” Against your will, your hand spasms in his. He giggles, delighted. “Duly noted.”

“Shut up,” you complain, but you follow him all the way to the tented dance floor set up on the grounds behind the house, only letting go after he kisses each of your fingertips in turn.

You’re surprised to see him pull out an eight-string guitar, and even more surprised when he explains to the gathered crowd that he’ll be playing the song from his parents’ first dance. They look perfect, swaying in the center of the floor, but you only have eyes for Jay.

You watch as his fingers pluck deftly at the strings, a romantic Spanish melody that barely reaches your ears over the rush of all your adoration for him. As soon as the song is over, he catches you in his arms, lifting you up and spinning you around twice before setting you back down, hands at home around your waist.

He asks if you want to dance. You teeter back on your heels, looking at the graceful curve of his mouth and thinking back to the nimbleness of his fingers. “Honestly? I want to kiss you. Really badly.”

He exhales and holds you tighter. “You won’t let me take you out first?”

“If you count the last few weeks, you’ve taken me out, like, a million times.”

“But a real date, doll. I want to cook for you, and we can get tea lights, and a picnic blanket, and— god.” Jay sucks in a sharp breath when you move his hands higher to cup underneath your chest. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he sighs, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I hope so. Stop being so nice, and take me to your room, please?”

Jay’s eyes flick heavenward. There’s only so much self-restraint left in him. “You win.”

And when he finally kisses you, pressed up against the door of his childhood bedroom, you nearly cry from how tender it is. He kisses you slowly, reverently, like you’re one of the saints from his history books.

“Sometimes, I think I’ve dreamt you up,” you confess to him. The words hang precious and delicate in the space between your lips.

“Let me show you I’m real then, yeah?” He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then licks right into you, eliciting a gasp from the back of your throat. Your fingers find purchase in the soft hair at the back of his head, and you realize that you’ve been breathing the wrong air your whole life; the groan that passes from his mouth to yours is the only thing you want in your lungs from now on. 

Liquid desire pools in your stomach, rising until you think you might choke on it. “Jay, please.”

“Please, what? Use your words, doll.”

“Touch me.”

That’s all he needs to hear. Quicker than you realize it, but just as urgently as you need it, you find yourself laid out on his bed, and then he’s demonstrating that he knows more than just how to play guitar with those thick fingers.

When you make it out of his room an hour later, you’re still glowing with happiness. Jay knows he looks equally lovestruck, not least because his collar is hiding several lipstick stains from you. 

You offer to help him redo his tie, so he anchors you unnecessarily close to him, hands sweeping up and down your side. “I don’t think I told you yet, but you look really nice tonight,” he murmurs. “You look really nice all the time, actually.”

You bury your face in his chest. “I’m going to explode if you keep sweet-talking me like that.”

He presses his smile to the top of your head. “Nooooo, you’re too pretty to explode.”

“Jay!” But you’re both laughing, bathed in the soft magic of newfound devotion. You couldn’t dream up anything better.

(Dating Jay is a lot like fake-dating Jay, as it turns out. In some ways.

In other ways, Jay still manages to take your breath away with new and inventive methods. He really does make you dinner, with tea lights and a picnic blanket, ensconced in the twilight of a park you drive an hour away to get to. He even makes foie gras torchon for the occasion, from scratch, and he watches you intently as you moan in delight at the taste. You joke about your breath being fishy when you kiss later, but he just shrugs, unbothered and already moving so that his head disappears underneath your dress, making you moan in a different way.

So, yes— there’s a lot more kissing, and sex, and intimacy that makes you want to curl up in a ball and hiss at how vulnerable it makes you. But Jay is always welcome in the prickly patches of your soul, and he wants those parts of you as much as he wants the parts of you that paint him in aching affection.

When he finally tells you he loves you that winter— in so many words, because it shows in his every action otherwise—, it’s three in the morning again, and your hands are fluttering across his brow, smoothing out the creases from a night of worrying about whether he’s really good enough to take over the family business. Your fingers, lovely and dear to him, stitch together the cracks in his self-resolve, and he can’t help but let the words out. His heart absolutely sings when you repeat the words back to him.

Some time later, you ask him to sit for a portrait for you. He doesn’t think too much of it, especially as the seasons bleed into one another and spring brings an influx of senior events, pollen, and the impending question of the future. He’s at your senior thesis, asking you detailed questions during the audience Q&A and wrapping you up in the biggest hug when it’s over, and you sit in on the final class he TAs, applauding when he’s done.

At the showcase of your final portfolio, his jaw drops when you reveal the second portrait (after having laughed his ass off at Jake blubbering over the first one and Yunjin kissing him in public to shut him up). 

The second portrait is of him, and his parents. From his dad’s strong brows, to his mom’s smile lines, to his own hands; every detail is captured, shimmering in loving light. 

He finds that his eyes are wet when you come up to him and brush your thumb against his  eyelashes, smiling brightly at him. “Do you like it?”

“I love it. I love you, so much, like crazy, you don’t even know,” he rambles, laughing through his tears now.

You kiss him quickly but firmly, just a reminder that your mouth was made to fit against his. “Love you more, London boy. Speaking of…” You lean back to stare at him through your eyelashes. “I got the Rhodes,” you whisper.

His eyes widen like saucers. “You’re coming with me?”

“More like you’re coming with me,” you say, knowing that Jay had requested to be placed at his family business’s England location to be close to you in the event that you got the scholarship.

“Obviously,” he relents without missing a beat. “I’m going to follow you everywhere. Can’t get rid of me now.” He dips his head to kiss you longer. Lightning still shoots through his fingertips, just like the first time, and every time after that.

At graduation, you tell him, “You know, I think I’ve decided what I want your favor to be.”

He smiles at you, familiar and true. “Yeah? What’s that?”

“Just love me, for a long, long time.”

“Easy, Cinderella.”)

#enhypen #park jay #park jongseong #enhypen jay #enhypen x reader #enhypen fic #jay x reader #jay fic #jay oneshot #enhypen oneshot #enhypen fluff #jay fluff #wrote this in 5 days bc i am deranged #no banner bc idk how to make one and don't plan on learning so we're rawdogging it #back when i wrote fics on tumblr for **** there used to be like banner makers who would specifically make them for ppl... #is that still a thing? someone lmk idk #okay! ready set go gimme ur thoughts on this #im gonna go to dinner and then watch the rest of ep 7 and 8 of king the land and ignore how sunghoon is soooo guwon #i also need to finish dr romantic 3 and start packing to move across multiple state lines #but maybe i'll fall into the clutches of guwon sunghoon or jake puppy fic. i need a lobotomy honestly #ss.fic

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Nights with you

Parents Jay x reader

Smut

The way that the members are depicted in this story has nothing to do with how they really are or how I feel they are. It is all solely for the storyline so please bear that in mind 🫶

Summary: Your husband had been working so hard and you wanted to give him a nice little treat to show your appreciation

Warnings: cursing, pet names, switch! Jay & reader, use of 'mummy' and 'daddy', unprotected sex, oral (f & m receiving), squirting, use of silk rope for handcuffs (please let me know if I need to add any more 🤍)

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It was a late Friday evening and you had been moving around non-stop. You had dropped your babies off at your parents' this morning as they had been missing them, so you decided to tidy up the house and spoil your big, hard-working baby who was about to return soon. The kitchen smelt heavenly as you finished up his favourite foods and by the time you looked at the clock, you saw that you had just enough time to get yourself dolled up before your husband's arrival.

You made sure to scrub and shave every inch of your body before stepping out and applying your favourite strawberry-scented body lotion. After debating in your head for a bit, you decided on putting on a light touch of makeup to accentuate your features in a natural way. Then you quickly got changed and as soon as you tied your silk robe, the sound of your front door's keypad rang through the house. You took that as your cue and made your way downstairs to greet your husband

"Baby I'm h- oh wow"

Your husband stood there with his mouth wide open as he took in your presence. You were pretty sure that you could also see a little bit of drool on the corner of his mouth which made you giggle

"Darling, you're catching flies" you cooed at him as you gently grabbed his chin to close his mouth

Jay still remained speechless as he looked at you, so you decided to grab his hand and pull him into the dining room. You sat him down and made him comfortable so that you could bring his dinner out. Once everything was plated up, you brought his plate and drink out to him and when you placed it on the table in front of him, he pulled your face towards his and brought you in for a long-awaited kiss. It was so delicate and sweet that it took all of your might to pull away

"Thank you for this my princess. Are the babies sleeping right now?" he asked whilst tucking your hair behind your ears

"I dropped them off at my parents' house this morning since mum wanted to spend some time with them for the weekend. Is that ok with you darling?"

He flashed you his signature smirk at your question "Of course that is more than ok with me baby. They miss their grandparents, and I miss my wife"

It didn't matter how many years you had been with Jay, he still had a way with his words that made you blush non-stop. So to save him from the satisfaction, you quickly pulled away and got your food from the kitchen. Of course your husband knew you too well and laughed at the quick sight of your bright cheeks when you ran away

Dinner ran smoothly as you and Jay were immersed in each other's company. There were a few exchanges of words but for the most part, you were in a comfortable silence. When you would look up from your plate every so often, you were met with the loving gaze of your dear husband who just could not keep his eyes off you as he rested his chin on his unoccupied hand. You could tell that because you were out of reach from him, he was making the most out of it by outlining the shape of your body with his eyes rather than his fingers like he oh so wished he could. As you flashed him a soft smile, the corner of his lips raised more than they already were and he sent you a flirty wink. You both laughed at his little cheesy gesture before you got up to clear the table

He grabbed your hand to stop you and said that he would do it, but you just told him to sit back and rest. Seeing you demand him to sit made something stir inside him. And as you turned away to take the plates away, you best believe he watched your ass saunter with lustrous eyes

When you returned after a few minutes, you grabbed your husband's hand and dragged him upstairs to your shared bedroom. Once the door was shut, Jay wasted no time before grabbing you and smashing his lips onto yours. His hands wondered all over your robe, loving the way the silk felt over your delicious curves that he couldn't wait to kiss all over. He smacked your ass which made you gasp and he took the opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth. As you swapped saliva, he trapped your tongue between his lips and delicately sucked on it as his fingers wondered lower. But before he could cup the heat between your legs, you stopped his movements and pulled away

"Uh uh. You don't get to touch there yet baby. I need to give you a little show first" you cooed at him

Jay felt like protesting but he held himself back as you looked so sexy and he wanted more. So he didn't fight against it as you pushed him to fall back onto the bed. He picked up on your actions and moved up he bed so that his head rested on the pillows. As you crawled up over his body and made yourself comfortable, he held back a moan by biting onto his bottom lip. You looked like a goddess, looking down on him as you sat on his throbbing crotch. There was a sultry smile on your face as you leaned over to your bedside table and presented to him a silk robe

"No baby please don't use that! I want to be able to touch you" he looked up with puppy eyes as he begged

"But I want you to enjoy my service to you with no interruptions" you pouted back to him in a teasing matter

"Of course I'll enjoy anything you give to me. Just don't tie me up please princess"

"Hmm, I don't think so. You're way too greedy with these things so I want you to behave like a good boy. Now hands up handsome"

Jay didn't want to anger you as you had been spoiling him so well, so he obeyed your orders and brought his hands above his head. He started to slowly regret his decision as you bent over him to tie his hands to the headboard and he got a slight glimpse of your round breasts peeking from under your robe. They looked so mouth-watering as they bounced with your movements so he decided 'fuck it' before lifting his head off the pillow to suck on the exposed bit of soft flesh that had been taunting him. You let out a small gasp from the unexpected feeling of your husband's wet mouth on the top of your breasts. As he was clearly desperate, you let him have his moment to enjoy himself but it was extremely short-lived, especially for him

You tutted at him in a teasing way and his eyes lowered from your stare

"See baby, I told you that you are too greedy. Maybe I'll have to punish you so you learn how to keep your hands and mouth to yourself"

As you finish your sentence, you grabbed onto the belt of your robe and undid the knot. Jay waited patiently underneath you and swallowed his saliva as he silently begged for you to carry on. You teasingly opened the front of your robe to reveal the new lingerie set that you had recently bought secretly. The soft, (colour of your choice) lace hugged your body so perfectly and it was topped off with a garter belt that wrapped around your thighs. It was all too much for Jay and he threw his head back before crying out

"Oh please baby, let me touch you! Please? I promise I'll be good. Oh fuck you look so fucking beautiful my baby" his hips automatically thrusted up into your clothed core and you moaned from the feeling

You bent back down so that your lace-covered breasts were over his face again

"You want it baby? You want to touch me? To kiss all over me? Yeah you want it so bad don't you?"

Your husband didn't care about putting up a front in front of you "Yes! Yes I do princess! Please untie me"

It was so entertaining to you, watching your husband be so desperate for you. So you bent down a bit more to slot his face between your soft breasts and moved side to side to rub them all over him. But when you felt his head move up to feel more, you moved away, making him whine. He tugged on the silk that bound his hands together, in hopes of getting out of them but there was no hope. Just when he was about to beg you again, he was quickly silence when you stood up on the bed and turned around to hover your crotch over his face

If he wasn't already drooling before, he for sure was now at the sight of your wet core that was barely covered by the pathetic excuse of fabric. Your soaked thong slotted so perfectly between your folds and Jay wanted nothing more than to rip his hands out of the ropes and pull you down to suffocate him

He thought that he could try his luck again by raising his head again and sticking his tongue out to sneak a little taste. But you already expected his actions and moved away from his tongue. He whined and tried again but you repeated the same action

"I want a taste. Sit on my face and suffocate me with your juicy pussy, baby"

With that, he raised his face again to try and lick you but you weren't gonna give into him that easily. Jay was starting to get frustrated with you depriving him of his dessert and it didn't help that you were letting out the cutest giggles, seeing him suffer

"Fuck baby just untie me. I swear to you, once I get my hands free, I'll make you smother my face with your pussy till you beg me to stop. I will make you sit on my face and squirt all over me for hours"

You looked down at your husband and it was fair to say that he looked extremely worked up. Sweat was beading on his hairline and his veins were popping from his temples. It was like you were playing with a feral animal who was out for blood, the way he was practically panting at the sight of your hypnotising pussy. However, you knew that you husband loved this so much and would get over his little tantrum once you let him get a taste of you

His animalistic antics only heightened when he saw you bring you your fingers to pull the crotch of your thong to the side to reveal what he had been dying to get a taste of. He stuck his tongue out and licked the air, in hopes of getting a small taste of your essence.

"Fuck baby, you look so creamy. So delicious. Come on, I know you want me to tongue fuck you so good. Just lower yourself a bit more onto my face and I'll eat you the way you deserve"

Even though it sounded so tempting, it wasn't the time yet. So you used your middle finger to make circles around your soaking entrance, before tapping on your hole to gather your wetness. The string of arousal that connected from your entrance to your fingers made Jay feel so envious. That should be his tongue doing that job and your wasting it by teasing him!

You experimented by dipping your finger into your wet hole and let out a moan. That alongside the sound of your wetness made your husband groan in frustration and looking forward, you could see his bulge fighting against his tight dress trousers. Once again, he lifted his head again with his tongue out but you were out of reach. You didn't let him hinder your actions though, as you continued to finger yourself on top of you husband's face. You added two more fingers and slowly started to speed up, making the squelching get louder. At this point, your husband just stared helplessly from underneath you with his mouth hanging open. He desperately wanted to be the one giving you pleasure but he couldn't help but admire the goddess who was moaning so beautifully on top of him

He was in such a trance that he was completely caught off guard when he felt you squeeze his hard bulge. It was like his body was jelly when you rubbed him. You ran your hand firmly up and down his covered length and it made his mind go blank. There was no stopping your hands as one was frantically pumping into you whilst the other gripped onto his cock. You quickly unzipped his trousers and tugged his thick, leaking cock out of his boxers before pumping him at the same speed as your other hand. His head threw all the way up from shock that his face was able to make contact with your pussy. He quickly took the chance to get a lick in before his body gave up. The small taste of your juices that he managed to get was like a drug and he was determined to get more

"Baby I think I'm gonna squirt. I'm gonna squirt all over your face and mark you as mine. All mine"

"Yes baby squirt on me. Let me taste you"

Both of your hands sped up and you curled your fingers to reach your g spot. The wetness built up and started to fall onto your waiting husband's face. He remained panting with his mouth wide open as you carried on fingering yourself, and finally you squirted all over him. Every drop that came out, showered over him and he caught as much as he could in his mouth. You brought your shaking fingers out from your pussy and spread them apart to show off your essence to your husband. And because you were feeling generous, you stuck them into his mouth for him to suck on and he was more than eager to do so

You were still jerking him off as he licked all over your fingers and he moaned so deliciously that you really wanted to sit on his face to feel him moan into your pussy. When you stood up from him, he whined in protest but instantly shut up as you pulled your thong off

"You better not throw that into the wash yet princess, I'm gonna need to take that to work so I can jerk off with it on my lunch break"

Even though you knew that he was being serious, you still laughed at him because only your husband could be so down bad for you (and your pussy)

You knelt back down over his face and he finally got to see your bare pussy that had been freshly shaven

"Do you want me to sit on your face darling? You've been such a good boy for me"

"Yes please mummy. Sit on me. I want a taste"

And with that, you finally sat. Jay had been waiting for so long and he was not going to mess around. He was quick to lick up every inch of your soaking cunt and when he got every last drop, he stuck his tongue right into your hole. You could feel it wiggling around inside and it was getting deeper. Every so often, he'd remove his tongue so that he could suck on your throbbing clit that had been neglected. The suction made you scream from overstimulation. But now that he got his mouth on you, there was no way he was going to let you stop him from licking and sucking on your clit

Your mouth was starting to feel empty as it was open from all of the moaning, so you bent down and took the entire length of your husband's dick into your throat. The sudden feeling cause Jay to suck even harder on your clit, which pushed you to suck on his length further. You kept on bobbing your head to suck him off and you made it your goal to get your husband to cum all over your face

Jay honestly felt like he was in heaven right now. His beautiful, sexy wife was deep throating him whilst sitting on his face. But of course like you said, he was greedy. He wanted you to put your entire weight onto his face and cut off all of his breathing with your pussy. Perhaps it was because you didn't want to hurt him because you were an angel but right now, he wanted you to be the complete opposite and completely smother him without a care in the world

"Princess, sit on my face properly. I know you want to. Put your entire weight on my face and let me breathe in all of you"

You reluctantly took your mouth off his length with a pop to tease him

"Yeah? Daddy wants me to suffocate him?"

"I want nothing more baby"

As you took him back into your mouth, you sat completely on his face and Jay confirmed that if there was any way that he was going to die, it was going to be like this. His eyes rolled to the back as you rocked yourself over his eager mouth

You were both sucking on each other and you could tell that you were both going to cum soon. Jay started to thrust up into your mouth whilst you started to grind onto his face. The movements didn't stop till you both came over each others faces. He slurped up every bit of your juices that he could whilst you tried your best to keep as much of his load in your mouth. It seemed that your husband had been keeping in this load for ages as it carried on spurting. So you pulled your mouth off and let the rest of his cum shoot over your face and onto his thighs

The two of you were shaking and you could feel Jay pressing light kisses to your inner thighs, taking caution to avoid your sensitive clit with his movements

There was no time for resting though as you slowly got up and turned around to straddle your husbands cock that was still hard. You knew that he had an extremely high sex drive so he wasn't going to deny more sex

He hissed as your soft hand grabbed his length and lined it up to your entrance. You took your time to savour the way his girth stretched you out and Jay swore that he could've came right there at the sight of you rolling your eyes back from pleasure. There was no stopping your moans as you started to bounce on his length. Jay couldn't take his eyes off you as you rode him perfectly. Your breasts were bouncing along with your movements and he just couldn't believe that you were all his. He wanted, no needed to hold you and fuck you the way that you deserved

"Can you untie me princess? I promise to make you feel so fucking good. Let me treat you like the most spoilt princess ever"

"Yes daddy. Fuck me please"

Jay was cheering in his head as you reach over to his bound hands and untied his sore wrists. As soon as he could move, he instantly brought his hands to your waist and pulled you down over his body, making your chests make contact. He held you firmly in place as he put his feet on the bed to thrust up harder and faster. His movements were vigorous and he was angled perfectly to hit your g spot with every thrust. Your clit rubbed on his pubic hair which was completely soaked with your juices. If you had neighbours, they would definitely be putting in a noise complaint with the way that you were basically screaming bloody murder and you husband was moaning like your personal pornstar

Jay felt you pulsing around him and took it as a cue that you were going to cum soon. He felt his orgasm approaching as well, so he cradled your neck before flipping you over to tower over you. His hips never faltered as they carried on pounding into you. He looked absolutely breath-taking with the way his hands were placed either side of your head and his necklace that you gifted him dangled in your face. It was like a reminder to the both of you that you belonged to each other

As you got closer and closer, you felt an overwhelming need to have your husband close to you. So you brought your hands behind his neck and gently pulled him down. He caught onto what you wanted and lowered himself onto his elbows. The new position allowed him to stroke your hair lovingly as he got lost in your tearful eyes. When he leaned down for a kiss, he mumbled into your mouth

"Are you gonna cum baby? Gonna let daddy cum in you and fill you up. I'll fuck another baby into you yeah? Give our babies a little sister to protect. Fuck, you look so fucking sexy with your breasts so full, leaking with milk for me to suck on. You'll let me suck on your milky breasts when they get all full and sore won't you baby? I'll be such a good daddy and take care of mummy so well. Come on. Cum with me my love"

You held onto each other tightly and he kept his mouth on yours as your orgasms washed over you. Jay stayed over you on his elbows as he stroked your sweaty forehead. His forehead rested on yours as he whispered 'I love you' and how well you did for him. He'd occasionally press kisses over your face till your breathing calmed down

"I'll just quickly get a towel to wipe you up and when you feel ready, I'll run a bath for us. Is that alright baby"

You couldn't muster up the energy to say anything so you nodded with a tired smile. He was extremely gentle when he cleaned you up and carried out the same routine of bathing and pampering you the same way he did every night

As you were both ready to fall asleep, the two of you laid in bed naked as you loved the feeling of the skin contact. You rested your head in the crook of his neck as he ghosted his fingertips over your spine

"You know, I was kind of being serious when I said that I want to give you another baby. I know that (youngest son's name) is still young but I just can't help imagining us with a little baby girl. I know she'd look so beautiful like her mummy"

He was smiling so dreamingly at the thought of expanding your family. You chuckled from how adorable he was

"Well, we still have an entire weekend so we have plenty of time to try darling"

Author’s note: Yay a new fic! I really hope it was worth the wait 😭🫶

I do apologise if you wanted part 2 to be a continuation of the storyline of part 1 but I honestly just thought that this would be a better story 😅

I’m going to start working on the next requests so I hope you look forward to it! Basketball bf Heeseung pt 3 is next 🤭

Once again, thank you so much for taking the time to read and support my works 🩵

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[junnieverse]

BEST PART ➳ P. JONGSEONG

➙ synopsis: undoubtedly jay was the perfect boyfriend in your eyes and stumbling across an old box of yours, it becomes a trip down memory lane when you read through all the different notes jay wrote for you when you were together.

pairing: jay park x afab!reader (but it's pretty gender neutral imo)

genre: a mixture of angst and fluff, friends to lovers to exes au

word count: 1.0k

request: " jay who gives you a box full of papers that mention all the little things you do that would go unnoticed by most “y/n who cries when she laughs too hard” “y/n who loves the smell of vanilla” and on the last paper it says “y/n, jay’s everything” "

warnings: not proofread

a/n: this was such a cute and sentimental request anon, tysm I loved it, I did change it up a bit with the angst but I still hope you enjoy this too :))

a/n (2) : hi everyone, there's officially a part two [ here ] to anyone interested in seeing jay and (y/n) having their happy ending

"I'll be down with you in a minute, I just have one more box to get!" you yell to your roommate before rushing upstairs to your bedroom.

You had been living overseas for your studies for over 2 years now and you were finally packing to go back home.

It was a bitter sweet moment to say the least. Leaving home and everyone you loved behind was hard but you also made some wonderful friends in this new country and now it was all coming to an end.

Walking into your cleared room, you find the last box which seemed unfamiliar at first until you opened it to see what was inside.

Taking a seat at the edge of your bed, you felt choked up a little.

Inside the box was a neatly folded oversized navy hoodie, a handmade bracelet, a vinyl and another tiny box containing a bunch of notes and letters.

This was your box of memories with your now ex boyfriend Jay Park.

Your relationship with Jay felt like it came straight out of a movie, never a dull moment with each other.

"Jay, why do you love me?" you ask out of the blue as you both sat on the hood of his car watching the sunset.

"There's alot of reasons to love you, I could go on forever listing those." he tells you as you had not noticed he was already admiring you as you watched the scenery.

From that day on, Jay made it his life's mission to give you a reason why he loved you every single day.

This would range from small notes he would leave on your desk to full handwritten letters he would send to you.

'Day 05: I love to see the joy on your face as you wipe away your tears from laughing too hard.'

Jay was an observant boyfriend, he noticed all the little details about you that you hadn't thought he would but he did.

He always reminded you how happy he was whenever he heard you laugh because that was you in your purest state of positivity.

'Day 17: I love how free you become whenever you listen to music.'

You could recall a vivid moment back to when you were both on a date and decided to visit his favourite music shop.

You had been looking for a new vinyl to add to your collection and that's when you came across Daniel Caesar's Freudian album. Jay knew how much you loved his song Best Part with H.E.R from the album and decided to suprise you with the vinyl.

The song soon became a part of your relationship and you would listen to the song together.

'Day 23: I love vanilla scents all because you do too.'

He knew how this simple fragrance always calmed you and that's when he started using vanilla scented perfumes.

He loved whenever you would hug him just a bit longer because you just loved how good he smelt.

Jay would playfully complain about his hoodies always going missing but who could blame you for taking them.

You would wrap yourself in his oversized hoodie on colder nights and the vanilla scent would instantly help you sleep better.

'Day 25: I love the little moments between us.'

It could be the most mundane of things but Jay treasured every moment with you and you did too with him.

You both had a free weekend and decided to make friendship bracelets for each other.

They obviously weren't the best but it didn't matter to you, you were just happy to spend time with your boyfriend.

Despite how badly done the bracelet he made was, you wore it everyday and he proudly showed off yours too.

It didn't matter how it looked to you, it was the bonding experience and memories the bracelet held that mattered.

'Day 32: I love how you aren't afraid to chase after your dreams.'

You had gotten the news that you were awarded the scholarship to your dream college that you had been waiting for.

You were hesitant to leave at first but ofcourse Jay was a supportive boyfriend and he wanted you to go follow after what you've been working so hard towards.

He would never want to 'hold you back'.

Everything in this moment was hitting you and you physically felt your heart breaking.

All of the messages and memories were hard to relive but the hardest part of it all was having to accept that you no longer had Jay with you.

After moving it became hard having to juggle not only a new school but a now long distance relationship.

You both tried to constantly communicate and make things work but it was clear that your relationship was slowly falling apart to the both of you.

Less texts, less phone calls and it all became harder not being physically with each other.

Soon you both mutually agreed to break up.

'Day 41: I love alot of things about you, but everyday I find myself falling for you more and more.'

To simply love and to be in love were two completely different things to Jay and you knew that.

It was never a simple "love you" from him, he always made sure to say "I love you" with the most sincerity and eye contact and he wanted you to feel all those emotions through his words.

Simply loving you was different to how deeply he was in love with you and it was beautiful.

Going through each letter brought you so many emotions.

He wrote you a reason as to why he loved you for 50 days straight...

"Wait, where's day 50?" you ask yourself looking for the note but not finding it anywhere or in the box.

Sighing you look at the hoodie once more as the faint scent of vanilla hit hit your nose and it was just a whiff of nostalgia.

"Hey (Y/n), you okay?" you were pulled out of your thoughts as your roommate stands by your door seemingly concerned.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, I'm perfectly fine." you sniffle softly displaying a weak smile as you wiped your tears.

You quickly pack everything into the box before shutting it.

"You dropped something." your roommate says handing you a little note that fell from the vinyl case.

'Day 50: I love you because in every moment of my day, you're the best part. Thank you for being my everything.'

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