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nctsplug02 · a day ago
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Can I request for cheating jaehyun and yn but with smut?
[5:02pm]
genre: smut
You and jaehyun had been best friends since middle school, you guys grew up together ever since. He was your first kiss and you were his, ever since the first kiss nothing else happened… maybe.
First kiss went to making out, making out went to dry humping, dry humping went to each other’s first time, ever since you and jaehyun lost each other’s virginity to each other, you guys had stopped there.
The reason why it stopped was because jaehyun had gotten a girlfriend out of the blue and she had constantly tried making jaehyun cut you off.
You were at work when jaehyun called you saying that he needed to speak to you, so you told your boss that you’d be leaving early because of an emergency. You drove to jaehyuns penthouse where he shared it with his girlfriend.
When you had knocked on the door, jaehyun opened it and straight up pulled you into a kiss. It got so heated that you ended up on your knees in front of him, sucking him off while he groaned with his head tilted back.
“Holy shit, your mouth still feels the same as the first time.” He groaned and ruffled with your hair. “Gosh, baby.. fuck, swallow my cock, pretty girl.” He praised and bit down on his bottom lip.
He used both his hands to hold your hair up into a ponytail. “That’s a good girl,, swallowing my cock like a good slut.” His cock sliding down your throat with an easy ease.
His cock twitches in excitement. “Shit, ‘m gonna cum, baby.” He grunts and holds your head in places before bucking his hips upward and fucking your face. Your throat gargles as he forcefully shoves his thick cock down your throat. Hot tears streaming down your face as your throat burns. “Shitshitshit!” He curses and then cums down your throat.
His hips slow down, the grip on your hair loosens and he lets his head fall back onto the couch cushion. You tuck your hair behind your ear and start bobbing your head again.
“What the fuck?!” You hear from behind you. “Oh, Cassie.. hi.” Jaehyun lifts his head and smirks at the shocked women standing by the front door way. As you’re about to lift your head, he pushes you back down. “No, no, no, keep sucking my dick, baby.” He coos at you.
His words tick his girlfriend off. “What the fuck, jaehyun?!” She screams and throws her keys to the ground. “Hm, what’s wrong?” He acts innocent with a smile. “What’s wrong?! Whys this slut sucking you off in the middle of our living room?!” His girlfriend on the verge of tears.
“Well, I don’t see a problem with it?” Jaehyun shrugs. “You don’t see a problem—?! Jaehyun! You cheater!” She starts to sob which jaehyun just laughs at. “Oh, cmon Cassie.. don’t act so innocent.” He pouts and laughs at her confused face.
“You cheated on me first.” You look up at jaehyun who just maintains his eye contact with his girlfriend.
“How do i tell jaehyun that I slept with BamBam? No, i slept with jungkook when I snuck out two weeks ago. I slept with BamBam at the party last week when he was out of town… I know I’m in deep shit so that’s why I’m asking you for help!”
His mind replayed the moment of when he overheard Cassie talking with her friend.
Jaehyun sighs and looks down at you. “Good job, baby. You’re doing such a good job.” He coos and rubs your cheeks.
Cassie starts screaming at how he talks to you and throws herself on the ground. She starts kicking her legs like a kid throwing a tantrum. “I fucking hate you, Jeong!” Cassie yells on the top of her lungs.
“Oh i hate you too.” Jaehyun coos at the crying women. “Mmm, ‘m gonna cum again, baby.. fuck.” Jaehyun grunts and grips onto your hair before face fucking you again.
After cumming down your throat for second time, he cleans you and him up before kicking his girlfriend—, now ex girlfriend out. Now it was yours and his place to share.
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cloudykyu · a day ago
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— [1:18 pm] “so you really can’t make it?” you ask your boyfriend, jaehyun over the phone. he was supposed to come over today as it was his day off to spend time with you. your busy university schedules sometimes got in the way of the relationship so you two had made it a point to meet at least thrice a week. 
“yeah,” he sighs. “I’m sorry babe, but I've just got a lot of work that I need to get done.” 
you frown at that, “why not study together? I have a few assignments of my own that I still need to do.” on the other end of the call, jaehyun has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes. he already gave you his answer and it didn’t mean you were allowed to change his mind. 
“you know how distracting you get,” he says, a hint of annoyance in his voice but you don’t catch onto it. you were actually laughing at his statement, knowing fully well that when you needed attention, you actively went out to get it. 
“alright then babe,” you settle for, grumbling a little. “good luck on your studies! remember to take breaks and have a snack in between. I love you!” 
“love you,” the boy mumbles and the line goes dead. you stare at your phone in silent shock. what’s got him so pissy? it must be the stress from school. jaehyun’s been going through it lately. he’s grown distant from you and you weren't sure why, the only reason you could think of was because of his coursework piling up. your three days a week with him turned into one if you were lucky. his texts soon turned from long paragraphs just rambling about his day to short replies and you wanted to call him out on it, but whenever you did he’d just give the excuse that he was tired. you missed him, but didn’t want to be the one to push him to his breaking point. 
in his own apartment, jaehyun tosses his phone to the side. unknowingly to you, he was already at said point. when he first got with you, he found your need for attention cute and he was happy to give it to you. happy to be wanted so much by someone. but now, only two months later, he was quickly growing tired of your clinginess. he just needed a break. he needed his own space to breathe, but he couldn't outright tell you that because he knew you’d just get super sad and jaehyun would have to swoop in and save the day. 
you were dependent on your boyfriend, not having much friends of your own to turn to. his friends became your friends which only increased your presence. one on one moments with you turned into you always being with the group which was slowly suffocating him, having to always tend to your needs. for once, he just wanted to have fun with his boys without you lingering by his side and always touching him. so that's exactly what he was going to do today. 
hours later, you were sat in your own home alone. the emptiness making you feel lonely so you went on social media to fill that void. scrolling through your friends stories, you smiled at them all having a good time out with one another. 
that is, until you got to one particular friends story. on yuta’s one, there stood a picture of jaehyun in all his beautiful glory. a bright grin on his face that showed his dimples which you haven’t seen in a while. the caption read “boys day out! no clingy significant others allowed” which caused you to frown. clingy? is that what they really thought of you? is that what jaehyun thought of you? it would certainly explain why he’s been so cold towards you, but that can’t be right. 
deep down, and I mean deep deep down, you knew it was true. you had picked up on his grimaces whenever you reached out to touch him. the heavy sighs in his tone whenever you talked to him over the phone. but jaehyun couldn’t possibly intend to hurt you like this. you send him a text, despite your inner thoughts telling you to leave him be. 
hey my love, how’s studying going? this is your reminder to eat something :*
you eye the message thread like a hawk, watching ‘delivered’ turn to ‘read’. waiting for his reply, you’re hoping that what yuta posted was just an old picture. but that hope along with your heart is soon crushed when those three dots to indicate that he was typing don’t pop up. 
it wasn’t all in your head after all. 
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jerri-bae · 2 days ago
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PAIRING: Jeong Jaehyun x Y/n
 
GENRE: Angst, Jealous
 
WORD COUNT: 1.4k almost
 
SUMMARY: Y/n parents want her to get married with one of her family friends making her anxious about her relationship with Jaehyun. Instead of comforting Y/n, Jaehyun chose to hang out with his friends and ignore her completely which made Y/n breakdown and lose faith in Jaehyun.
 
Note: Helloooo guys this is my first time writing a ff. Hope you like it. There will be part 2, and more if you guys want. ;)
P.s - Smut in part 2
HERE IS THE LINK TO PART TWO- https://jerri-bae.tumblr.com/post/668823319144022016/pairing-jeong-jaehyun-x-yn-genre-angst
You sighed and banged the door behind you. You had enough drama for the day. Jaehyun was out for the whole day hanging out with his buddies. And the only time you crossed each other, he chose to ignore you. He didn't even bother to check on you knowing so well that you're going through a serious mid-life crisis.
Seeing how you got ignored by your so-called love of your life for the whole afternoon, you left his apartment on your own to let your mind be a little less burdened. You thought about spending the rest of the day on your own and doing some self care but not until your friend called and asked you to hang out with them. You weren't thrilled about joining them, but still decided to go along as it was better than overthinking about why your boyfriend hasn't texted you for the whole day.
You get dressed up prettily as you have a lot of time for yourself which was never the case when you get ready with Jaehyun. He is always in a hurry and would prefer you looking gorgeous only in front of him in his own house.
You reached the venue that your friend mentioned before. It was a club, of course! What else were you expecting from them? You saw them standing near the counter when you walked in. You waved at them, letting them know that you arrived.
"Oh my God, Y/n! You look so hot." One of your friends commented.
"Not more than you." You replied to them smiling brightly even though you feel like shit from inside. Your eyes stopped at one particular set of light chestnut eyes in the group. A sigh came out from you internally.
"Hi Y/n." The guy with light chestnut eyes greeted you as he came out for a hug. He was the guy with whom your marriage talks were going on. Both of your parents were good friends and they wanted you guys to take things further than just friendship.
You went for the hug, slightly patting his back. He smiled sheepishly as your eyes met.
"You look absolutely beautiful Y/n." He complimented you. You guys have known each other for so long but the marriage talk only brought more awkwardness between you.
"Really, you look great too." You replied smiling at him, still haven't let go of his arm after the hug.
I'm sorry, you heard someone from behind. You turned back out of curiosity. 
"It's fine," someone replied.
The voice felt familiar, almost as if you recognized it immediately. You looked at the person, your eyes met. 
It was Jaehyun.
You were puzzled seeing him there. This morning before he left he said that he will be back to you in an hour but it's almost 10 pm and he is still hanging out with his friends. 
You wanted to talk with him but he chose to ignore you and walk past you. You were pretty sure your eyes crossed and it couldn't be possible for him to not recognize you.
What was that for? You thought.
All the strings  of your patience broke seeing him act like he don't know you in front of his friends.  
"You wanna dance?" You asked the boy beside you trying hard to conceal the bitterness in your face. 
After a few songs and a little too much drinks made you feel confident enough to dance in the centre of the floor. Your hands slowly dangled across your brown eyed friend's head pulling yourself closer to him bit by bit. You knew it wasn't the drinks, you hardly got drunk, it was just anger, pure anger for Jaehyun for making you feel like this. After a few more dances you turned to walk back to where your friends were sitting.
"You burned the floor." You heard someone saying, you looked up to see who it was. You recognized him instantly, he is one of Jaehyun's friends. You giggled at him while you buffered for a response. 
Out of nowhere suddenly you saw Jaehyun coming towards you cutting through the crowd. He pushed his friend away from your face and grabbed your hand.
"We need to talk." He said in a low but strong voice. A voice he uses when he is trying to show his authority over you.
"I don't want to talk with you." You replied to him, acting as if you were really drunk. He looked into your eyes as he bit his lips.
"You won't want this to happen." He said and pulled you out of the crowd. He dragged you out to the smoking area before letting your hand go.
"What the hell was it?" He asked massaging forehead as he paced back and forth. You don't want this. You don't want to talk with him when all he did was to ignore you. You don't want to take the blame for something that he started. Instead you choose to ignore him and try to walk back.
His hand suddenly grabbed your arm and pushed you towards the nearest wall.
"You're not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on here." He warned you, as he closed the distance between your bodies.
"I am hanging out with my friends just like you are." You replied, looking away from him. 
His hand around your waist tightened. His eyes look annoyed, pissed. His other hand grabbed your jaw forcing you to look at him. His lips were just a breath away from you.
"No you're not. You're just flirting around with filthy men who were busy eyeing you all this evening." Your lips brushed together as he spoke in his low husky voice.
"At least they're giving me attention, unlike someone."
His jaws clenched after hearing your reply.
" Why don't you have anything to say now?" You mocked him while trying to push him away from you.
" They just want to get inside your fucking pants, Y/n." He yelled at you, losing all of his patience.
" Don't you?" You replied back to him, pushing him hard enough for him to back off. He was shocked by the glare in your eyes. This was the first time he has ever seen you angry. You were one of the calmest people he has ever known. Seeing your outburst like this he froze.
You walked away from the smoking lounge towards the club to get your belongings. You had enough for today. Him and his antics, the marriage talk was already eating your head since this morning and just then your boyfriend decided to ignore you for the rest of the day when you're literally struggling not to break down mentally.
You were waiting in the hotel lobby for your car to arrive. You saw your car stop near the entrance. You were ready to walk out when you felt your hand getting grabbed again. 
"I'll drive you home."
It was Jaehyun. You know anything you say right now will turn into a fight. You were not ready for this, not today, you had enough for today. 
"No." You replied, trying to pull your hand out of his grip.
His face showed nothing, nothing but anger. He was trying hard to get himself together but you made it impossible.
"You're drunk. Where are your keys?" He asked, totally ignoring you.
"Ignore me one more time and I'll leave you and marry the guy my parents choose for me." 
This was the moment when he lost it, all of his sanity went loose on hearing you leaving him. His grip around your wrist turned tighter, almost numbing your hand.
"Y/n is everything okay?" The brown eyed guy asked, walking out of your car. He had offered to take you home since he didn't have any alcohol this evening. 
"No, everything is fine." You replied to him pulling your hand harder from him until you freed yourself.
"Who the fucking hell he is Y/n?" You could now see the rage in his eyes. The rage that looked like it could kill anyone. 
"Who knows? Maybe my fucking future fiancé." You said to him before getting inside your car and closing the door with a bang.
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aehyei · 2 days ago
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— NEW UNIVERSITY? IT COMES WITH A NEW CRUSH!
PAIRING | senior college!jung jaehyun x junior college!reader
GENRE | !fluff, !romcom, !crack, !college!au
WC | 1.90k
WARNINGS | cursing, i think my humour is broken- so uh, just enjoy the mini fic :(
SYNOPSIS | you’ve embarrassed yourself, twice. but jaehyun doesn’t seem to care, it’s really adorable how red your face is and the stutters you let out.
TAGLIST | @nikisimpsharon, @kristyxoxo, @forhaever, @kingjeno423, @furryllamas, @cheezbot, @glbyoon2k, @valentineyun0​, @luvinjeno , @itsanotherme​, @ishokenmei
— A/N | requested. (anon:  can we have one jaehyun x reader idiots to lovers au? 🥺🥺) 
hi anon didn’t quite go with idiots to lovers!au, but I still hope you enjoyyyy
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“NAME?”
“Kang Y/n.”
“Age?”
“18.”
“Are you single?”
“Ye— wait, why does that matter?”
Jinyoung smiled nervously and coughed awkwardly, going back to his papers, “Never mind. Your number?”. You gave him a suspicious look before opening your mouth to speak when another girl came and pushed him out of the way with a soured expression, “Yah Jinyoung! What the fuck do you think your doing?!”.
He stood up from the floor and whinnied, “I just wanted to help you with your job, noona.”. Chunja continued to scowl at her little brother and shook her head before facing you, “I’m so sorry for my brother here. Did he ask you any weird things?”.
“Well, ummm, he asked if i was single? But it’s fine!” You raised both your hands to shake them and assure her that he didn’t bother or creep you out at all. Chunja sighed and took a pen, scanning your ID seeing that everything is almost filled up except for one, “Ms. Y/n, please write your number over here and again sorry for Jinyoung.”
You shrugged with a small smile and wrote your number, “Please don’t call me Ms. Y/n. It’s kind of weird.” Jinyoung sighed dreamily and stared at you with heart in his eyes, “Your so dreamy and nice and beautiful and kind and smart and—“
Smack!
“Just go to class jinyoung!” Chunja screamed after the already running boy. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh seeing how the siblings interact with each other, “Are the two of you always like this?”.
“Sadly,” she joked while signing your ID, “Having Jinyoung as a brother isn’t really an easy task.”. You thanked her after she passed you your ID, “He seems nice.”
“Don’t be fooled.” She gave you a lazy smile and you finally left to enter the campus.
NCITY University, one of the college universities that everyone wants to enter. Aside from the great education it offers, it also has a lot of cute guys— but of course you came for the education, nothing more.
Everything about here is just so different from where your from. “Oh hi! Are you new here?” A bubbly looking girl with short hair asks you, making you nod and bow a bit at her, “Annyeong Haseyo”.
“Oh, no, no! No need! It’s making me feel kind of old when you do that. I just want to be your friend— wait that sounds creepy.” She stops herself and scratched her head. You chuckled, “Yeah i’m new here! My name is Kang Y/n and your…?”
“I’m Nam Hyunjae! I think your really going to enjoy a lot around here.” Hyunjae giggled and shook your hand. “Oh really? Yeah, I mean I did hear that NCITY is really a great university.” You agreed. “I transferred here a year ago, and then i met 127.” Hyunjae giggled, placing the hair covering her face behind her right ear. You looked like a lost puppy while staring at her back in confusion, “Sorry, what? 127?”.
“I forgot your new, oops!”, she apologized and wrapped one arm around your shoulder, dragging you deeper in the campus, “127 is the what the most handsome seniors here in NCITY call themselves.”
“Hyunjae-ssi, my class is the other way.” You mumbled enough for her to hear, not fully caring about the ‘127’ or whatever these popular boys seems to call themselves. Hyunjae clicked her tongue and pouted, “Lucky you! Your near Jaehyun and Doyoung oppa’s room. I’m from the other side where there are no cute boys at all.”
“Thanks…?” You responded, unsure of what to say and chuckled awkwardly. “Well, you better get going before your professor marks you late. It sucks showing a bad impression on the first day.” The older girl removes her arm around and gave you a ‘fighting’ gesture, “You can do it! I’ll see you later at break.” You grinned back and bowed, running where your classroom is.
Okay, maybe you should’ve asked Hyunjae for directions before running away like that. Because now, your staring at the two doors with sweat falling down from your forehead. Just which one is your class?
“Right seems it…but it could also be left…ugh, shit.” You cursed at yourself silently, tapping your chin and just standing in between the said doors. Maybe it has been an hour, or simply five minutes that felt like an hour before someone decides to help you.
“Ummm, are you okay, Ms.? You’ve been staring at the doors for about five minutes now.” A manly voice broke you from your deep thoughts. “O-Oh, fuck, this is embarrassing! I’m new here and I’m wondering if you—“ Your breath hitched when you decided to face the male, heart suddenly beating like crazy.
“—If I..?” Jaehyun smiled at you in a friendly manner, his dimples popping out. Holy shit. Did you just embarrass yourself in an insanely cute guy?
“I-If u-uh…,” you gulped thickly, more sweat threatening to fall from your forehead seeing how stunning this man is. ‘Be cool’, you reminded yourself, ‘just play it cool’. “I-If y-your single…?” You stuttered out and it did take a couple of awkward silence to make you realize what you had just said.
Oh great, what happened in playing it cool?
“Oh…uh…I am?” He scratched the back of his neck in confusion at your randomness and opened his mouth to speak more when someone else decided to interrupt.
“Oh, Y/n! Why are you still out here? Classes are already starting five minutes ago.” Jinyoung noticed your figure and walked over with a huge cheeky smile on his face. “J-Jinyoung! Hi!” You smiled back and bowed down at him. “I hope Chunja noona didn’t tell you anything bad about me because whatever she said wasn’t true at all. I’m the favourite and better child.” He rambled on then looked at Jaehyun.
“I see you found your friend? I’ll get going then. Jinyoung-ssi, take care of your new friend okay? She seemed really lost.” Jaehyun playfully scolded his junior and glanced at you before entering to the right door. “Alright Jaehyun sunbaenim!” Jinyoung said from behind him then grinning back at you, “Come on, we’re at the same class. There.” He pointed at the left door and dragged you in with him.
Jaehyun. 127 member. Hyunjae wasn’t lying when she said all these boys are cute as fuck.
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“YAH, JINYOUNG, I SAID DON’T DISTURB THE NEW STUDENT. AISHHH…” Chunja groaned, catching her little brother poking his nose beside you to see what your reading in your phone. “Eh noona, i’m not disturbing her! Me and my Y/n are friends now.” Jinyoung smirks at his sister and smoothly draped one arm around your shoulder. You chuckled at their antics and smiled at Chunja, “Yeah, I mean, he did help me get to class. Wanna join us?”.
“Depends. What are the two of you reading?”
“The article about a duck getting pregnant by a chicken.” You answered. Chunja looked confused as ever, but shrugged and sat beside you to read whatever weird shit you and Jinyoung are reading for the past minutes.
“Awwwww, it’s nice to see you made friends!”
You looked up to see Hyunjae with a huge proud grin. She gasped out seeing Chunja and hugging her side, “What a coincidence! Chunnie’s my best friend too!”. Your eyes widened and snorted, “Woah. speaking of meant to be.”
“Babe, I already knew we were meant to meet in the first place.” Jinyoung grinned widely— but when you gave him a sign of disapproval, his face fell. Chunja and Hyunjae scoffed at the same time seeing you decline his flirty state, making you chuckle a bit. “Sorry Jinyoung, I came here to study not to have a boyfriend.” You apologized.
“But is Jung Jaehyun an exemption? Ouhhh, why do all the gils like 127?? How about the guys like me??” He whinnied, crossing his arms and sulking on his seat.
“Wait, you actually talked to Jung Jaehyun? THE Jung Jaehyun?” Hyunjae asked with widened eyes, staring at you in anticipation. You grew silent as you remembered the scene that happened a few hours ago— although you hardly call it a conversation…it was more of embarrassing yourself. “Maybe…?” You said with quite red tinted cheeks.
“God, i’ve been trying to talk to any 127 member for a whole year and they won’t notice me! Congrats! You should ask Jaehyun oppa to set me up with Doyoung oppa.” Hyunjae gushed, giggling to herself as she mentions the guy of her dreams. Chunja stared at her weirdly and slowly shook her head in disappointment, “…Yeah, no. Boys sucks, and trust me, living with Jinyoung is the only proof you’ll ever need.”
“Noona!”
You, and the two other girls bursted out laughing at him, and it just felt right. Well, to be more clear, hanging out with them feels right— your just really happy you met awesome people like them.
NCITY University really is the best out there.
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“IS IT JUST ME OR DOES JUNG JAEHYUN ALWAYS GLANCE UP TO OUR GROUP?” Hyunjae asked, eyeing where 127 seated a couple of meters away from where yours is. “It’s just you” Chunja answered her without even looking and her little brother nodded his head in agreement. The other girl huffed at the siblings and nudged you, “Well?”.
“H-Huh?” you stuttered out, looking at her in pure confusion before glancing where the said male was located— not fully expecting an eye contact to happen. Your heart started beating faster, thump, thump, thump.
“Oh my god! He’s coming! I think he’s looking at you, Y/n. Damn, remember me when your famous.” Hyunjae squealed when she saw Jaehyun walking towards where you sat. Chunja and Jinyoung lifted their heads at the same time to see what she was talking about and the youngest sibling gasped loudly, “There is just no way that sunbaenim’s gonna steal my Y/n away from me”.
“Jinyoung shut up before i kick your ass. Y/n’s not yours in the first place.” His older sister glared at him.
He really is coming! Play it cool, be cool—
Jaehyun didn’t even give you a glance as he walked pass by you to the vending machine behind your figure. He fished inside his pocket to grab some money and placed it in, picking his drink of choice.
Your face turned more red— but not from being flustered, instead, feeling embarrassed for assuming like that. Hyunjae clicked on her tongue in disappointment that she wasn’t correct and sighed heavily, “Awwww, I thought he was coming for Y/n..”. Chunja simply shrugged it off and continued stuffing her face with the food she bought.
“I knew fate really wants me and my Y/n together.” Jinyoung sighed in a dreamy way while giving you hearts in his eyes, his older sister jabbing him in the side.
“Of course he won’t come to me guys, he’s a 127 member and i’m just a freshman.” You also tried to act like it didn’t effect you in any way, ignoring the bitter feeling in the bottom of your stomach.
What the four of you didn’t notice was the small smirk that came out of Jaehyun’s lips as he overhears your conversation. How cute, he thought. Maybe Jinyoung was right, you are the dream girl every boy wants.
Including what he wants.
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johnsamericano · a day ago
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𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •4•
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You started cooking silently, afraid any word coming out of your mouth would make him angrier. He seemed submerged in his own little world of worries, and you had no intention of disturbing him.
You started cooking silently, afraid any word coming out of your mouth would make him angrier. He seemed submerged in his own little world of worries, and you had no intention of disturbing him.
“Is this okay?” He showed you the small carrot cubes he'd cut, waiting for approval to chop the rest of the vegetables.
“Yeah.”
With every step you took forward in your relationship, you took three backward, or so Yoonoh thought. He wished he could blame it on his strong personality, but you'd been a victim of his rage episodes more than he'd like to admit. He wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in it for the rest of his life.
“Can you hand me the salt, please?” His fingers lightly touched yours as he gave you the glass container, longing to have you between his arms.
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“Being an asshole...again.” You pressed your lips together, unable to tell him contrary. “I-I know I shouldn't have been so rude to you, and I also know you probably want to know what the hell happened back there.” You hummed, stirring the brown liquid inside the steaming pot. “Our families have been friends for ages, and we were supposed to get married once she inherited her parents’ company, but I said no. As you can see, she and my father are still insisting on the wedding happening. They've been harassing me for months now.”
You wanted to understand. You wanted to tell him everything was alright. But the words started leaving your mouth before you could stop them, carrying a great amount of frustration and a pinch of jealousy in them.
“And am I the one pestering you? I don't see why I should be the one paying for someone else's actions. It isn't fair, Yoonoh.” You were no longer walking on eggshells, now speaking your mind up on what had been haunting you ever since you left the supermarket. Yes, he was helping you more than you could ever verbally express, but that didn't mean you'd let him treat you like a punching bag. “You can get angry as much as you want, I’ll be here to listen to everything you have to say. But don't push me away because of someone else.”
Jaehyun was speechless, yet, he recognized the truth in your words. Even though he knew it wasn't appropriate, he embraced you from behind, for it was the best way he knew to apologize.
“I’m sorry. I promised myself I'd never act like my father did when I was a kid, yet, here I am, taking out my anger on someone that has nothing to do with it. Could you possibly forgive me one last time?” Your body turned between his arms, faces now terribly close as your eyes scanned his own.
“I’ve always believed it's actions that count, not words.”
“I know, and I'll try my best, alright?
“You better.” The tension tightly hugging your bodies finally gave in, allowing Jaehyun to smile, his pointy fangs peeking from below his upper lip. “Now get back to chopping vegetables, else our stew will turn into some sort of weird gravy.” He didn't move, eyes fixed on yours, slowly making their way down to your lips. Those juicy, plump lips he longed so badly to taste. Against his better judgment, he started leaning in, so slowly your mind had enough time to race through the possible outcomes of that kiss.
I’m not ready, you thought before slipping out of his embrace. He didn't comment on it, simply pressing a soft kiss to your temple before going back to his tasks. Your face was heating up as you stirred the brown liquid on the stove, hoping he wouldn't be able to notice.
Despite your attempt to convince him not to, he dragged you to eat on the couch, using it as an excuse to have you closer.
“Yoonoh, none of us will be able to eat if you don't let go of me.” He huffed as he forced his arms to loosen their embrace, taking his plate from the coffee table to taste your creation.
“Have I told you you’re the best cook I've ever met?”
“You helped me out a lot.” You couldn't suppress the small giggle bubbling in your throat as you praised his lack of cooking skills.
“Of course. Look at these chopped veggies. They're the highlight of the stew.”
You never imagined spending time with an older man would be so entertaining. It seemed as if Jaehyun had an endless gallery of bad jokes to tell every time you met. Even washing the dishes seemed like a less boring task with him helping you out.
“I need to get going before it gets too dark.” In an impulse, you reached out for his hand. You didn't want your time together to come to an end. “Yes?”
“N-nothing. Have a safe trip.” But you were a coward, unable to speak up your mind just yet.
“I’ll call you when I get home.” He gave your hand a loving squeeze before picking up his coat from the grey couch, shooting a wink before his hand closed around the doorknob. You were left all alone with nothing but your thoughts as company. You could sense yourself more and more drawn to Jaehyun with every second you spent together, and you weren't sure whether that was a good or a bad thing.
(...)
“Hey, Yoonoh, I've been trying to call you for a while now, but it seems like your phone is off. Give me a call when you hear this.” Your palms were sweaty as you anxiously paced around the room. He hadn't called you like he promised the night before. It felt just like the day your father had the accident.
Nothing could get your attention away from him. What if something had happened? What if it was the universe telling you you were unworthy of affection? A notification cut your train of thought. Hoping it would be the man himself, you turned your phone on, only to discover it was an insignificant mail from school. You'd never longed to see his name on your screen so badly.
After taking a shower and running some errands, his response was still yet to come. The longer you waited, the worse scenarios your imagination invented. It was torture not knowing when he would return your calls, or if he ever would, for that matter.
“Hey, it's me again. I hope everything’s alright. Call me back when you can.”
You stayed awake until past midnight when your eyelids finally started giving in, and Netflix asked you whether you were still watching or not. But as you made your way to your room, finally ready to give yourself a much-needed rest, your phone rang, Yoonoh’s caller ID lighting up your screen.
“Hello?”
“Is everything alright? I have a bunch of voicemails from you.” He seemed to be healthy from the sound of his voice.
“Just wanted to make sure you were alright.” He cooed silently from the other line. “Well, now that I know you're alive, I won't bother you anymore.”
“Wait, I have a favor to ask.” Though you couldn't see it, his hand was resting on the nape of his neck, scratching it nervously. “There’s this family thing tomorrow, and I was wondering if you were available.”
“I have classes from nine to twelve. I'm all yours after.” All his. He hated how much he loved the sound of it.
“Wonderful. Let me know when you're ready, so I can pick you up. Pack a change of clothes, nightwear, and your travel essentials.”
“Wait, w-were spending the night there?”
“It’s my dad's old cabin, nothing fancy. See you tomorrow.” He pressed a loud kiss to the speaker before hanging up, leaving you panicked and confused. Not only were you going to meet his family, but you'd be spending two whole days with them.
(...)
“Why so dressed up?” Yoonoh welcomed you with open arms, leaning on his black, fancy vehicle.
You were wearing a silk top, along with black trousers and low heels. Whereas Jaehyun, handsome as ever, was wearing an ugly sweater and blue jeans.
“I-I thought it was a formal thing.” You were about to turn on your heels and run back to your apartment when he grabbed you by the arm, pulling you closer with a warm smile. “I need to get changed!”
“I got us matching sweaters. Yours is in the trunk. You can get changed inside the car. I’ll wait outside.”
You looked like a pair of idiots as you made your way into his father's log. Everything was nice and clean, not a single speck of dust on the shiny surface of the floor. You clutched his hand tighter as you waited for the arrival of whom you assumed was his mother by the sound of their heels clicking.
“Stop making that face. They're not gonna eat you.”
As a matter of fact, his mom did seem about to eat you up. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw you, a string of compliments on how adorable you were spilling out of her bright, red lips. She seemed far too young to be the mother of a forty-year-old.
“Thank God my Jaehyun finally found someone. We thought he would die single.” She praised as her hands cupped your cheeks with motherly affection, one you'd lacked ever since your own mother died.
“Very funny, mom.” He let her drag you around the house, showing you every prize her son ever won as well as pictures of him as a kid, his cute dimples making him even more precious.
“You like older men, don't you?” She asked, nudging your side playfully. “Don't worry, I do too. Guys of my age were too immature, but when I met Jaehyun’s father, oh boy...” She fanned her flushed face, tension taking over your limbs at her implications.
“Don't scare her away.” Yoonoh came to your rescue, giving his mother a scolding glance before guiding you to the sofa, holding your hand tenderly to warm up your freezing fingers. “Want me to get you a blanket?”
“No, it's okay.”
“Your father will be here with Sungchan in an hour or so. You can settle your things in your room in the meantime.” The woman shouted from the kitchen, from where the sound of metal against glass was erupting.
“Thanks!”
You stood awkwardly beside the bed as you waited for him to unpack his clothes, clutching your sports bag tightly.
“You can tell me where my room is, and I can find it myself.” He knitted his eyebrows in confusion, halting his actions as he stood straight.
“This is our room, y/n.”
“Oh.”
What an interesting day it would be.
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kunsthetic · a day ago
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His needs
(Jaehyun × reader)
Summary: Jaehyun had a sex dream and now he wants you solve it for him
Word count: 1.04k
Warning: smut
Jaehyun wakes up panting, sweat dripping from his forehead. He grunts as he shifts from side to side. He was in pain. He was hard and the pants could barely hold his bulge. Feeling so desperate,he looks to your side and finds you sleeping peacefully. For a sec,he thought about going to the bathroom and solving it by himself because he didn't want to wake you up, but why would he when he can ask you to help him instead?
Jaehyun turns to your side and slowly starts grinding against your ass. You shift a little because of the sudden movement against your body but ignore it. Seeing this, Jaehyun starts grinding harder, breathing heavily on your neck. This time slightly annoyed,you turn around to see what's going on. "Y/n,I need help" he whispers while massaging your thighs. "It's 4 am Jaehyun, what help do you need now?" You ask him with eyes still half closed. "I had a dream y/n...and now I need help. Can you please help me with this?".
You could clearly tell what those pleading were for. "Fine,but only this once. You are not getting anything if you keep on waking me up for your nasty dreams". "Okay promise,now please help me babe". "So what do you want me to do?"you ask him while switching your position to his side. "Ride me. Suck it in. In my dream,you were riding and sucking it. Naked".
You do as he says and lift your nightdress up to your chest and let it hit the bed. You hover over him and remove your underwear slowly. "Y/n….fast please"you lean towards him for a kiss and kiss him gently. But he's too desperate for that. He grabs you by your flesh and pulls you towards him making out with your tongue. His bulge frictions against your p*ssy and you moan in between the kisses. You place his hands over his head and take complete control of him.
"Beg for it or else you ain't getting it". You spit out, your face dangerously close to his. "Y/n...I beg you to please fuck me. Ride the fuck out of me please". "Good boy" you smile and plant another kiss. Your kisses trail down his neck as you reach his chest. Your nipples frictioning against his. Your hand traces his abs and lower abdomen reaching his crotch area. You circle your palm around his clothed member,already wet from the precum. He groans in pleasure and pain. You finally reach for his pants and pull it down. His member stands erect in front of you ,it's tip shining from the liquid. "Take that all in please", he begs.
You reach his member by your hand and decide to tease him a little. He literally woke you up this early for his horny dream so he deserved some punishment obviously and you wanted to make sure it turned out good for you too. You kitten licks his tip barely touching your mouth and he flinches at the touch of it. "Y/n...stop t-teasing….it hurts",but you repeat it. You lick through its sides and plant small kisses while he burns and groans loudly to every touch.
You finally pump it and take the whole length in your mouth,so deep that it almost chokes you. The heat of your mouth and the friction by your teeth made him crazy. It was like all hell and heaven mixed together for him. He was waiting for this moment all along. As you keep on pumping on him,he loses all his power. The pleasure was immeasurable. He could barely hold it in anymore."Y/n….fuck I'm gonna-" he swears under his breath,his hands over his eyes and he releases all of it inside your mouth. It tasted raw and salty and you took it all in like the nice girl you were for him.
You crawl back above his stomach and he wipes his glistening liquid from your mouth. He pulls you in a kiss again but it doesn't end here. You deepen the kiss and shift your direction from his lips and nibble his ears. It was time to fulfil his second wish. Something that would profit both you and him. You positioned his member in front of your hole and slowly took that in. You both moaned after each other and you started grinding it. Your pace increased with each second as your moans got higher and his got deeper.
You reached for his hands and placed them on your boobs asking to play with it. Your nipples were hard and Byrnes against his fingers. You both were a moaning mess. He held your hips tightly to keep you in position. The morning rays hit your face, your sweats reflecting the light,your cheeks painted red and lips swollen. He moves your locks from your face and tugs them behind your ear. He wanted to capture your beauty,the way you looked,so messed and beautiful only for him.
You keep humping on him, not slowing down, rubbing your clit, pleasuring yourself,taking your time to explore around his length and clenching your muscles to tease him. He groans and digs his fingers into your hip flesh. As time goes by, your pace gets sloppier. You were exhausted and you reached your high. So did he. "Jae...i-im close….." ,before you could finish the sentence you release all over him. Soon after,he releases it too after you. The warm liquid mixed together dripping out of you and spreading all over his length. You pull yourself out and lie against his chest. Both of you, trying to catch your breath as he plays with your hair.
"So...what was it like in your dream?I mean, did I do a good job?Was I upto your dream?" You ask, hiding your face in his neck. "It was better than the dream. You looked so beautiful. Thankyou and I love you".
"I love you too,but if you wake me up again for this you're dead meat". You could feel him smiling as you listened to his heartbeat and drifted off to sleep.
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scarletwinterxx · a day ago
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You’re My First Love (nct 127 series) / Coming Home scenario - JAEHYUN AU
Hi! For those of you who have read my first ever Series Coming Home, this is a short prequel for it 😊 I love that story so much and I’ve had this in my drafts for quite some time😅 also I was suppose to post this around the time they released First Love, I also did a mini series with all the members.
As always thank you so so much for the support! I will be back with a new story soon😉🤍💛
For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.
All works are copyrighted ©scarletwinterxx 2021 . Do not repost, re-write without the permission of author.
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“Stop sniffing her”
“I can’t help it, what is it with babies and their smell? Why is it this addicting?”
“And you’re worrying me, will you please put your daughter down and let her rest?” I chuckled at expression Jaehyun has on his face, a mixture of pout and adoration as he stares at our daughter who is currently asleep in her father’s arms. 
“I still can’t believe she’s real” I hear him mumble, probably to himself but I still heard it. The thought making me smile fondly at the two, she was only a few days old but anyone can tell she very much takes after Jaehyun. 
“You’re obsessed with her”
“Who wouldn’t be? I get it now when parents say their whole lives are meaningless before having kids. I don’t know how to explain it but from the moment I saw her, I just saw the future flash before my eyes. Like everything I will ever do is for her”
I’ve seen the lovestruck look on his face, a look he’s shown me over the years we’ve been together but this one I’ve never witnessed. I can see just how much he loves Chae Yoon, the bond between the two just strengthening over the passing days since her birth. Even now, I can already tell Jaehyun will be a very hands on dad. It doesn’t matter if it’s 2am and he’s running on 3 hours of interrupted sleep. The moment he hears Chae Yoon little cries, he’s up on his feet ready to give her whatever she needs. 
If he can, he’ll let her sleep in his arms all day. 
They’re inseparable.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I hear him say from where he was sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, still holding Chae Yoon in his arms
“Just thinking about you and Chae” I just smiled back at him, “Want to share, love?” he asks
“I’ve never seen you this in love. It’s cute just how much you adore her”
“Yes well, I don’t want to be biased but she is my daughter” he joked, rolling my eyes at him. “You always say she looks like me-” “You’re literally twins, I swear when we finally confirm she does indeed have your dimples she’ll literally be your little clone” I interrupted him, Jaehyun laughing gently at my statement all while trying not to stir sleeping Chae in his arms too much. 
“You always say she looks like me, but she reminds me so much of you. When I look at her, I see you. How you were the one who made her and put her into this world, I can’t help but fall in love a little bit more with you. And well, she’s my heart, my soul and everything. It’s like that first love kind of feeling, but in a different way. Does that make sense?”
“Yea, I fall in love with you every time I see you with her. And whenever she opens her eyes, it’s like I get this overwhelming burst of love every single time. Although, I think you’re forgetting you helped me make her” I jokingly added “I participated in the fun part, you did all the work”
“Not all the work” he smirks at my words, smiling coyly at me
“We did good, didn’t we”
“The best”
“How about we make another one?”
“Jung Jaehyun!”
He just shot me a cheeky smile, but Chae Yoon suddenly stirred in his arms and started to cry a bit
“Hey little one, are you hungry? Let’s get you your bottle” even before I could offer to help, he was already up on his feet. I just smiled as I watch him do their thing. He insisted to do everything now claiming I already got to bond with her for the past 9 months and wanted to have some daddy-daughter bonding time. 
I’m not sure what the future holds, he might not be mine to keep forever but he will be Chae Yoon’s. He will always be home to her, just like he is to me. 
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mitsuyart · 21 hours ago
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cloudykyu · 2 days ago
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— [11:52 pm] // they drunk, pls drink responsibly!
“jaeee” you whine, “let me go, I need to pee!”
jaehyun whines back in response, refusing to loosen his grip on you. your boyfriend being the clingy drunk that he is had pulled you into his lap with his arms wrapped around your front. his flushed cheek was smushed against your back, making your body even hotter than it already was from the alcohol. “no way,” he says, slightly slurring. “I love holding you like this.”
sighing, you can’t help but silently agree with him. drunk or not, you loved being in jaehyuns arms. it truly was your safe space and you felt all the love he held for you when he wrapped himself around you. “fine,” you say, leaning back into his hold which just caused him to nuzzle his face closer into you. “but if I explode right here it’s your fault.”
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jerri-bae · a day ago
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PAIRING: Jeong Jaehyun x Y/n
GENRE: Angst, Smut-ish?, Kinda gas lighting, Toxic relationship.
WORD COUNT: 1.5k
SUMMARY: Jaehyun decides to get angry on Y/n for the things she said in anger. Jaehyun follows her back home andddd you gotta read the story for more.
PART 1- https://jerri-bae.tumblr.com/post/668745444763025408/pairing-jeong-jaehyun-x-yn-genre-angst
NOTE:  Hi! Met you guys sooner than expected. The plot kinda got a little longer and I apologize for not being able to make a smut as promised before. I am really new to this app so I apologize if I did commit any mistakes knowingly or unknowingly. Hope you like the story.
WARNING:  Hi again! Whatever I wrote is not in any way an ideal relationship and something to look forward to in a relationship. If you're in a relationship of this kind honey you better run away from him or her or them. And kids below 18 years of age please refrain from reading this and even if you did which I know you will please try not to learn or get any ideas from this plot. I just wrote it for entertainment purposes and it is not healthy in real life.
You looked out of the window sighing heavily.  The day wasn't getting any better for you. You looked outside of the car window, you're almost home.
This is going to be a long lonely night, you thought. 
"Text me when you reach home." You said to your friend as he got inside of a taxi on his way back to his house. 
"Yes I'll call you after I reach. Good night, Y/n." He replied.
You waved him goodbye until you couldn't see his cab anymore. 
You walked inside your apartment. It felt empty and cold. You were untying the lace of your heel when you heard the lock pad of your front door beeping. A chill ran down  your spin. You know who it was from the sound of it.
You quickly slipped out of your heels hoping you could make it to your bedroom before meeting his eyes.
You heard the door getting opened. Your attempt in escaping turned out awfully bad.
You felt a strong pair of arms coiling around your waist trying to pull you towards them before you could even make it to the other room. You knew it was too late now. Yet you tried to get yourself out from the powerful grip until suddenly you couldn't feel the ground under your feet anymore. 
He lifted you and banged your body on the front door, closing every inch of distance between him and you. Even though you weren't exactly short but standing in front of him towering over you, the feeling of being undeniably tiny crept inside of you. His presence felt overpowering over you.
Everything happened so quickly that you didn't have enough time to think about what had just happened. 
"Jae." You said slowly, your hands on his shoulder trying to calmly get out of the situation. He looked at you, his face was so close to you yet it felt so distant.
His hand that was coiled around you let go of your waist and covered your mouth harshly.
"Don't call me like that." He said hoarsely. His voice sounded dark, as if it was soulless. It scared you. You can hear him breathing heavily, with each of his breath falling like a fiery fire on your face.
"You want to leave me?? Hmmm??" He said in his low husky voice, it felt scary. It wasn't the feeling of love that you always felt from him. His hand that was covering your mouth slid slowly to the crook of your neck.
You regretted saying that to him. You never mean to leave him but that time your anger got the better of you. You looked up at him, even though he was looking at you his eyes weren't focused on you.
"Jae." You tried again, hoping to talk it out like normal adults.
"Shut up Y/n. Don't say my name." He spitted, it almost felt like he was ready to hit you.
"You'll leave me? For that boy huh?" He asked again. You can feel his moist lips on your ears. The scent of the soft cologne that he used this morning still lingered around him.
You felt a knot forming inside of you. You know you loved him, but how far? How far can things go? Can he really be the man you always wanted?
This side of him scared you. It makes you hesitate, hesitate to hold him close, hesitate to embrace him.
"It was that bastard right? The one whom you were dancing with this whole evening?" He remarked bitterly, almost making you feel guilty for going out with your friends. 
His touches turned into licks, the wet sound of his tongue around your ears made you squirm on your feet. You tried to push his face away with all of your strength but it didn't even budge him a little.
"Did you love it? Huh? Seeing me like this? Tormenting me like this?" He wasn't even looking at you. You would've thought that he was talking to himself if you weren't present there. 
He trailed down to your neck, kissing sloppily as he left traces of his saliva on you.
He smelled like booze and him. Warm and soft, that's how you felt about him before. Warm and soft, your safe haven. But not anymore. 
You felt a sharp stinging pain on the crook of your neck. You instantly knew where it was coming from. It felt painful, not painful in a pleasant way. You knew it wasn't affection, it was anger or jealousy, there wasn't a hint of love in it. Tears ran down your eyes, you were scared, hurt and this was the last thing you wanted to happen tonight. 
"Jaehyun. Let me go." You said, finally gathering the courage to push him away. 
"Let you go?" He smirked, as he looked away from your neck. He finally was looking into your eyes. You couldn't even recognize those eyes anymore. Those weren't the eyes of the boy you fell in love with, those were the eyes of a man that'll stop at nothing to get what he desires.
"Never. You are never going to leave me Y/n. You're mine." He said slowly, taking his time to admire your face as if he was looking at you after an eternity. 
"Do you understand, baby?" He asked, kissing the tears that were rolling down your face uncontrollably. 
"Hmm? Answer me babe?"
His tongue now reached your lips. He breathed air into your mouth, sucking your lower lip, devouring them slowly. You tasted a metallic taste gush inside your mouth. You couldn't feel the pain anymore, but you were hurting and it was way too painful just than a bleeding lip. He scares you. 
You mustered all of your strength and kicked him on his shin.
"Fuck" He screamed, stumbling back a few step to take in the sudden pain. You turned on your heels to run away and lock yourself up inside your room. You were almost there but unfortunately Jaehyun caught up to you. He grabbed you from behind and lifted you up. You tried to kick him away but they all just hit the air.
He threw you on your own bed and bent over you, slowly crawling above you. He extended his arm over the night stand and pulled out the charger cable.
"No, Jaehyun." You pleaded, trying to wiggle away from him. 
"You are making me do it Y/n." He said in a low hurtful voice. You couldn't ignore the crack in his voice. As if it was your fault for running away from him.
Your phone buzzed. It distracted him away from you. He pulled out your phone from your coat pocket. He glanced at the screen once and he knew it. The sadness in his face vanished. It looked like the devil settled inside of him. His eyes turned darker than ever. 
"It's him right? That fucking bastard." He looked at you spitefully for a moment before smashing your phone on the ground.
"What the hell are you doing?" You yelled at him, hearing the scattering sound of your phone's glass.
"You'll see." He replied not looking at your face. He forcefully took both of your arms and placed them above your head, tying them tightly with the cable.
"You have gone crazy Jeong Jaehyun." You said, trying to unwound your hands. 
"Yes I have. I have gone crazy. You made me go crazy." He laughed in his low husky tone. The shivers came back running to you.
He started kissing you on your lips, it was harsh and invading forcing himself into your mouth. His tongue slithered into your mouth as he soothed your face.
You couldn't feel his kiss. It didn't feel real. It was just invasive, filthy, dirty. You couldn't even feel an ounce of affection coming from him, all you could sense was an overwhelming amount of desire and lust. But it was more painful to see him like this. To see him in his worst. It made you wonder, can you still love him the same? Can you still accept him after everything that is happening right now?
"Kiss me." You hear him say. His voice breaks you down.
You look into his eyes. The delusions were making you see the lust in his eyes as pain, the hunger in his eyes as love. Even though you knew it, you chose to believe in his eyes. 
"Kiss me baby." He asked you again, looking at you. You held his face softly. He looked tired, pained. You caressed his face gently and kissed him. You kissed him again. And again. Holding him closer to your arms feeling his warmth against you.
"I love you Y/n." He said.
You closed your eyes hearing him say the words, maybe this is how it feels to be tied down by love.
"I love you too Jaehyun." You whispered.
P.S - Hiii! So did you like it? I would really appreciate some feedback.
I have some ideas for PART3 and more. I will write more if any of you guys want me to. So please let me know.
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aehyei · 16 hours ago
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(M) [6:29 pm]  “But like, doesn’t that…I don’t know…hurt?” You ask with full hesitation, nervously licking your lips. “I mean duhh, at first it will. But trust me, it’ll feel good. Plus I’ll be very gentle!” Your boyfriend insisted with a huge innocent smile that shows his dimples. On normal days, you’ll swoon over Jaehyun any time, but now, you don’t feel like it— still very much worried for your own buttocks.
“Still…will that effect the way I poo?” You felt silly asking, but you couldn’t help but be curious and a lot concerned. “What? No,” Jaehyun weirdly looks at you, shaking his head, “Trust me on this one, okay baby? I won’t do anything I know you wouldn’t like, you know me.”
You do trust Jaehyun will all your heart, and that’s also the reason why you let him take you raw every time you had sex. Breathing heavily, you finally nodded, “Okay, fine. But just this once.”.
“Oh, no promises.” He smirked darkly.
For the past few minutes, Jaehyun has been finger-fucking you, and decorating your neck with love bites, smugly chuckling out. “J-Jaehyun, I-I’m c-cumming—!” You gasped out, eye brows furrowed together as you released your first orgasm of the night. “That’s a great baby, that’s right, cum on my fingers like you deserve.” He slowed down his movements, helping you ride down your orgasm and popped his fingers inside his mouth, winking at you while sucking them clean.
You tried to catch your breath and shook your head at him, “You’re fucking crazy.”. He scoffed and reached by the nightstand to cover his now clean fingers with lube, “And you love it.”.
Where’s the lie?
“Ass up.” Jaehyun murmured, not even hiding his excitement when you rolled over your stomach, exposing your ass, “Jung Jaehyun I swear to God if I never will get to poop the normal way I ever do ever again then I’ll be— oh my god…” you cut your off, gasping out feeling the cold liquid being rubbed by your rim. Your boyfriend hums and adds more, too afraid to hurt you if he enters.
“I-Isn’t that too much?” You whimpered out, head lolling to your side to look at him. “Yeah, but I just want to make sure that you could really take me.” He shrugs, exhaling deeply then took a hold of his cock, rubbing his tip by your soaked pussy, “You ready?”.
After gathering your confidence and swallowing your fears, you nodded and braced yourself. Jaehyun bit his bottom lip and moved his tip to circle around your rim, entering you extra slowly, “Fuck— Shit— Baby, relax. S-So tight…”, he curses immediately, not even halfway through. “R-Right, sorry.” You apologized, inhaling with your nose and exhaling through your mouth.
Jaehyun tried once again, finally entering himself full. He groaned and tried his best to not fuck you properly and start of slowly, knowing this is your first time. Tears gathered in your eyes, falling one by one as you sobbed out loud, “H-Hold my hand p-please…”, you begged, hiccuping. He complied and squeezed your hand, still thrusting as slow as he can.
“Feel good?” He asks, slowly picking up his pace when you started moaning. “Y-Yeah— s-so, so good.” Stuttering, you tried your best to answer him between your heavenly sounds. “But I know how to make my baby feel better.” Jaehyun chuckled, now slamming into you making you scream out loud. “W-What are you doing?” You whine when you felt Jaehyun reach for your clit, slyly rubbing circles, “Me? Oh, just making sure you know I’m the only one who could make you feel this good.”, he answers.
You swear, you see stars when his fingers sink in your clenching cunt. His dick plunging in and out of your asshole and his fingers fucking your pussy in enough for you to know that you are definitely doing all of these again in the future.
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macauladie · 16 hours ago
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Dandelions | Na Jaemin
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Previously...
“Speaking of rain...” he cleared his throat, looking up to the pitch-black sky, “it’s starting to rain.” He looked at you, “IT’S STARTING TO RAIN!!! TAKE COVER!!!”
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Part Three: Souvenir of trauma
The giggles of the past echoed through your ears, like those of a child...both yours and his.
Where have they gone?
Where has their happiness gone? Their youthful grins and the games they once played...
“I don’t like those kinds of jokes Jaemin. You know I don’t want to die yet,” you reminded him as you both made your way back to his house. Ghosts do cry...You swallowed the tears that were threatening to drop.
“I want to live my life till I’m a hundred. I want to have kids, then watch them have kids of their own. I want to experience sitting on a rocking chair at my porch watching my grandchildren play in my gardens.” Your shaking voice didn't help Jaemin at all.
What did you do to deserve it?
Why? Out of all the people in this world, why did it have to be you?
Jaemin’s door creaked open, welcoming you into his dorm room. Luckily, the other boys weren’t there. You guys were as free as the birds. "How...why are you the only one who can see me?"
Jaemin's tears formed in his eyes...and he tried not to show you.
Or else...you won't be able to leave this world with the guilt.
“A month ago,” he started, “it was a month ago when you texted me. That you wanted to meet me at the park.” The sound of the water being poured on his cup was a bit healing for the both of you. Having such feeling amidst a crisis, perhaps it was both your skill. 
Or perhaps...it was the only feeling you wished you felt.
Jaemin smiled upon the sight of you, playing with the keychain he made for you. It was a teddybear shaped keychain. Fluffy, cute, and seemingly innocent...just like you.
It was handmade, sewed by him...every single stitch. He didn’t know how to sew, but he learned through Renjun. His determination to make you that teddy bear keychain made him learn last minute.
He loved the look you gave it...you liked it--no, you loved it.
Just like you...the keychain went through a lot.
Just like you...it was beautiful.
He wanted to give his best while making it. Giving it his all once he started...just like how he wanted to give his best once you start a relationship. Which will start today...the moment you’ll say yes to him once he asks you out.
You took out your phone, still with an innocent smile plastered on your face.
“Y/N--,” he was stunned to see you suddenly stand up. You looked scared. You look afraid. Like a little girl that was caught in the middle of her parents’ arguments. “What is she doing?” His steps slowed down. His mind wondered whether it was the best timing for him to sneak up behind you, cover your eyes, and make you guess who it was. For once, he wanted to surprise you...but with the look on your face, will it surprise you? Or rather...scare you?
Your hands trembled as you placed your phone back into your shoulder bag. A deep breath and you were ready to sit back down. Jaemin can’t see you like this...he’ll be eager to know. Once he’ll know about it, he’ll offer help. And that would only lead him to danger.
“Y/N!!!” Jaemin’s voice echoed through your ears. Funny how you couldn’t hear him very well even if he’s only three steps before you. “Y/N, wake up you punk!” He shook you, as hard as he could to bring you back to your senses, but perhaps this time...you’ve realized that fairytales don’t really exist...
You once again closed your eyes, allowing your tears to fall.
"I liked you too...Y/N." Jaemin rested his palms on the marble countertop. Growling in pain, drowning in his own tears. "I liked you so much to the point that I wanted to give you my life," he sobbed.
"One month...for one month you were fast asleep. For one month, I prayed you'd wake up and finally confess that you liked me personally."
"Jaemin..." you wanted to hug him, tightly. But you were translucent...you don't even exist anymore. "When they caught your killer...it turns out you were mistaken for someone else. It angered me more, Y/N! You don't know how much I wanted to punch him!"
"Jaemin..."
"It was too late! I realized that I didn't like you anymore..." he finally met your eyes, "I love you Y/N."
That day...you accidentally sent him a confession. That's why you were shocked to see his reply. Wait for me...was what he said. Yet the moment you stood up in embarrassment, your vision already went blurry.
You still got to tell him your feelings...but he didn't get to tell his.
"I love you too...Jaemin." You approached him with a smile, "let me go now, love. We'll meet on the other side one day. But for now, let's close our chapter." You raised his chin up...opening up a way for your lips to press against each other.
"You have to go now? So soon?"
"I've never been here Jaem..."
"You wanted me to be here...let me go now, Jaemin."
He finally understood...You were just his illusions. Created by his subconscious mind.
He couldn't move on from your loss. You were too precious for him, way too precious. He couldn't let you go even at your last minute, your final breath.
"Jaemin-ah...Let her go," Renjun tried pulling his friend away from Y/N's body. "No, this isn't right. Y/N's still alive! She has to be." Jaemin didn't want to leave you, neither did he want you to leave him. "Something's weird, she...she was just sleeping!"
"SHE'S DEAD JAEMIN!!!"
"N-No...how could she be?" His knees touched the ground, watching Y/N's body lying on her death bed, lifeless. "She's too beautiful to be dead. You're lying--She's just sleeping."
"Y/N...wake up, you punk."
"NA JAEMIN!!!" Renjun used all his force, pushing Jaemin away from her. "You think you're the only one grieving? I'm her cousin! Her mom and dad are outside signing her death certificate! You think you're the only one having a hard time?"
Jaemin couldn't say anything...
Seeing their friend in this state hurts them. To see Jaemin like this. He who was always there for him. He always gave what he could. Why can't they do it for him?
Y/N was the only one who could give it to him, but she was too weak to go on.
They both deserved a happy ending...
but just because one does, doesn't mean one will have it.
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- 'I have to close this chapter...for us. We have to accept that fairytales aren't real, and happy endings are not always guaranteed at the end of each book.
As this one closes...you're going to open another one, perhaps a better one...
A worse one...
Whatever it may be, please remember that you once opened this one. And even if you already closed it, remember that you're always free to come back. Restart the story, and perhaps you'll find the sentences you never thought existed in this story. Then you'll find that it had more to offer.
'Till then, close this book.
And smile at the butterflies and pain, the roller coaster of emotions...if there is...that my words gave you.
I love you, and I appreciate you.
To you who I have never met, or may have met already. You are special and may your book we call 'life', end with a happier ending.'
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Epilogue: Wishing on dandelions
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doycngs · 2 months ago
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jung jaehyun. | repetition.
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summary. sick and tired of reminding you to care for yourself, jaehyun decides to teach you a lesson. after all, repetition is key and he’s not going to stop until the message has sank in on paper and skin.
pairing. y/n x nct’s jaehyun.
genre. established relationship!au, college!au
word count. 4k. 
warnings. explicit smut, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), dom!jaehyun, sub!femreader, slight cumplay, bondage, spanking, praise kink, clit play, oral fixation? (idk jae finger fucks y/n’s mouth), foreplay (both receiving), dirty talk, degradation (receiving), choking, throat-fucking, rough play, little plot, in general, this is straight smut; dni if this is not for you :)
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“BABE?” JAEHYUN CALLS out from the other room. It takes you several seconds to reply. 
“Yeah?” 
You hear his feet pad into the main room in the apartment, a creak of wood signifying he’s leaning against the doorway. When he doesn’t make a sound after a moment or so, you look up from your work and see Jaehyun’s disappointed face, arms crossed as he watches you. 
Instantly, you know what he’s mad about. 
“I have two more pages.” 
“I don’t care. You haven’t moved from that spot in hours, I can tell.” 
You don’t answer because you know it’s true. You’re particularly self-destructive around finals week and Jaehyun knows that well, dating you for well into 2 years now. 
“Sometimes I feel like your mother, you know that?” Jaehyun raises an eyebrow as he heads towards you, twisting the stool chair you’re sitting on to stand between your legs. Reluctantly, you take your fingers off your laptop’s keyboard, a little pissed you’ve stopped your good pace.
“No one told you to be my mom.” You sheepishly smile, trying to ease off his annoyance. 
Jae sighs, caressing the outside of your bare thighs. “I act like your mom because I care about you.” The seed of shame grows in your stomach. You feel like a child. 
“When’s the last time you’ve eaten?” 
“... Lunch.” 
“It’s 9 P.M.” 
“Well... my lunchtime is different from yours. And I’ve had a bunch of snacks.”
“You do realize it’s me you’re talking to, right?” 
You huff. “Look, I’m so close to finishing this paper. As soon as I’m done, I’ll eat.”
“It takes around five minutes minimum to eat a full meal Y/N, you can spare the time.” 
“I’m so close, Jae. So close to finishing. Another hour or so, max.” 
Jaehyun’s expression changes to stone-cold as he licks at his right canine and you suddenly feel like you’ve really fucked up. He’s broken your trance of concentration already and now he’s truly mad too. 
“We’ve had this conversation many times now,” You nod as he tilts your chin up, “Why don’t you ever listen, huh?” 
“I do listen—” 
“You listen to everything except for when it comes to taking care of yourself.” 
You bite your lip, realizing you’re wasting time here. “Let’s talk about this later, please.”
Turning away from his hold, you reread your last sentence and continue typing, ignoring Jaehyun’s silent fuming. You can feel his presence on your back but try to ignore it in favor of finishing this, eating, and then resolving this petty argument with Jaehyun. 
Your efforts become fruitless when he lifts your laptop out of reach and slaps a piece of blank paper down in front of you. Jaehyun also roughly grabs a pen off from the side and you twist to look up at him in anger. 
“Seriously, Jae? This is petty, I have work to do.” 
He tilts his head to tick you off. “So is not answering me directly.” 
He at least has the decency to make sure your work is saved before placing it on the couch. You get up to go grab it but Jaehyun stops you by placing his arms on the countertop, caging you in. 
“Just give up for a second. Grab the pen and write down what I tell you to.” 
“Jae, this isn’t the time, it’s due in—” 
“Do it.” His voice is sharp and loud, telling you not to mess with him. You shift in your seat, cursing yourself for liking his demanding behavior. 
Picking up the pen, you await his words. His breath tickles your ear as he leans over you. 
“A good girl eats her dinner.”
A shiver runs down your spine at the words, warmth growing on your cheeks. When you don’t do as he says, Jaehyun grabs your jaw roughly, forcing you to look into his eyes. 
“I said… Do it.” 
Biting your lip, you quickly turn around and scrawl out the embarrassing words on the paper. It’s messy from your usual handwriting and Jaehyun catches it. 
“Neater.”
You obey and focus on each letter, making the sentence perfect on the page. 
“That’s better.” You await more instructions but none come. Twisting around, you connect gazes.
“What’s your color?” 
Now, he wanted to ask that? He already knew you were too invested now. The word “green” is on the tip of your tongue, the wetness between the apex of your thighs screaming at you to get dicked down right now. Your monkey brain does have some decency to remind you of your paper though. 
You stall. “... It’s due soon.” 
Jaehyun closes his eyes in annoyance, thick brows pinched. “I don’t give a fuck about the paper Y/N.” 
When he opens his eyes once more, the molten desire in them makes up your mind. “I want to teach you a lesson. And after that, you’re eating.” Jaehyun says matter-of-factly.
Swallowing roughly, Jaehyun raises a mocking eyebrow. “Now, what’s your color? No matter whether or not you’re in the mood, you’re fucking eating.” 
Might as well have fun if you’ve decided you’re not finishing this paper tonight. 
“Green.” 
Jaehyun smirks and leans over you once more, spreading your legs for his hands to roam. His fingers are icy cold compared to your hot skin, excited for what’s to come. 
“Continue writing that phrase down for me. After all, repetition is key, isn’t it? That’s what your professor tells you?” Jaehyun’s gravelly voice drips from his lips, printing the words down the side of your neck. 
You try your best to focus on writing but all of your senses are on overload as Jaehyun roams your body, your (his) shirt riding up as he touches your hot skin. Eventually, the pads of his fingers touch your wetness through your underwear, making you jerk on the stool. 
His fingers play, pressing into you. “So wet for me. Just from a few words? How pathetic.” 
You moan in surprise when Jaehyun pinches your clit through the fabric, sending a shock of pleasure throughout your body. 
“Who told you to stop writing, huh? Can’t you do anything right?” His words send shame flowing in your veins and you hastily continue. 
He forces your head to turn after you finish another perfect line, pressing your mouths together insistently. Jaehyun’s tongue brushes your top lip, a gasp opening your mouth to invite him further. He dominates quickly, biting the tip of your red muscle and licking the back of your teeth. 
Moaning, you turn to face him but Jaehyun resists the movement, biting your bottom lip hard and disconnecting your lips. You trail after his mouth involuntarily and he chuckles.
Jaehyun grabs another pen from the side, leaning on the side of your head to look down at your heaving body. You can tell what he’s writing near the apex of your thighs by the way he purposefully presses the ink onto your skin. 
He continues inking the filthy words on you as his other hand explores, occasionally squeezing a breast whenever he deems your handwriting sloppy. Jaehyun chooses the spot behind your ear a perfect place for a hickey and it takes your breath away, never knowing how sensitive it was until now. 
Your grip on the pen tightens, ink trailing off. Even Jaehyun can’t scold you now, too occupied with painting the skin on your neck blue. Your fingers desperately seek to touch the hard planes of his chest, to pull at the drawstrings of his sweatpants, anything at this point. 
You seek your request immediately, gasping out, “Can I touch you? Please, Jae?” 
He draws away from your collar, slowly backing up to look at your side profile. “You want to touch me, baby?” 
Nodding harshly, his hand feels your pulse as it wraps your neck prettily. His tongue runs slowly over his lower lip, voice calm. 
“How about you read what I wrote on you then?” 
Shivering at the thought of saying it aloud, you tilt your chin higher, defying nonverbally. Jaehyun cocks his head, a pleased smile growing on his face. 
“What? You can’t do it, baby? Too embarrassing?” 
Your cheeks are getting warmer and warmer as he continues to stare in amusement and you grow more and more frustrated. 
You whisper despite the way your shared apartment has no one else in it besides you two. “I can’t say that aloud.” 
“And why not? Everyone knows it.” 
“Jae!” 
He chuckles, grabbing at your hips to spin the stool and tug you closer to him. “Do it, baby. And you can touch me all you want.” 
Jaehyun’s eyes catch the way your fingers pull at the hem of his shirt, squeezing your wrists in a warning. You stop but wonder how much you can push. Or maybe… not back down at all. 
You’re already in enough trouble as it is. What’s to do with adding more? 
Shaking your head, you decide that’s enough as an answer. His voice is too calm, thumb pushing under your jaw to look you properly in the eyes. “No?” 
You can’t help but look down, another bad thing to do because Jaehyun laughs. It’s out of place in this context; a shiver runs down your spine. “Oh, you make things fun, baby.”
And then you’re being dragged off your seat, pushed front-first into the back of the couch where you’re mockingly looking down at your laptop, the document app still open and displaying your paper. Fuck’s sake. 
Gathering your hands behind your back, Jaehyun roughly pulls the edge of your shirt up, finger playing with the waistband of your panties. He pulls it higher up, watching you whine as it doesn’t stimulate anything you need to be stimulated. 
“Please, Jae. I want—” 
“You’re not in any place to be begging, darling. You just lay here face down, and take what I give you, got it?” Jaehyun makes a point to tap on the laptop’s screen, lighting it up since it’s dim from no use. “You know what actually? How ‘bout you continue your paper, baby? That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” 
Cheeky bastard. 
You don’t realize you swore at him under your breath until Jaehyun leans imperceptibly closer, hand at your neck squeezing once.
“Repeat that.”
The calloused palm baring your wrists clasp tighter, making you wince.
“I didn’t ask politely. Repeat what you just said.” 
“I didn’t mean it—” 
He doesn’t say anything, chest lifting from your back. You exhale shakily, a little scared to look back and see what he’s doing. All of Jaehyun’s hands are off of you suddenly and getting self-conscious, you’re about to just fuck it and turn around when you hear a zip of cord friction against cotton. 
Taking the hands that had disobediently left your back, Jaehyun pushes your head down, gathering your wrists and tying them together with… the drawstring of his sweatpants. 
This is not what you meant earlier when you said you wanted to pull at them two minutes ago. 
“That alright?” Jaehyun asks, brushing your hair to the side and pulling at the knot to make sure they weren’t too tight. 
You mumble a yes and your boyfriend curls a piece of hair behind your ear. He gets closer once more, hips nestled against your ass. Desperately fighting the urge to press back into the bulge you can clearly feel, you instead try to steady your shaky breathing. 
“Count for me, will you baby?” 
A sharp, burning sting on your ass makes your head whip around in shock, lips being bitten to avoid satisfying Jaehyun with a sound. 
Because of no drawstring holding up his sweats anymore, Jaehyun’s V and the trail of hair aren’t hidden by the band of his pants. Your hands automatically clench in pain and desire to rake your fingernails through that trail. 
“I said… count.” He accentuates with another spank and you hiss, “Don’t make me add more onto 10.” 
“10? No no, that’s 11 then—”
“Please, keep on running that mouth then, brat. I’ll add more on with pleasure.”
Clamping your mouth shut in frustration, you seethe past clenched teeth, “Two.”
“One.” He corrects and you close your eyes in preparation.
“One.” 
Another spank and your body jerks, pressing further into the couch. 
“Two.” You manage to whimper out. 
Two hits are given in succession and a moan tumbles out. You’re ashamed and can feel the grin on Jae’s lips behind you. 
“Four.” 
On the seventh, your body slackens, teeth ground into oblivion. When the smallest wail escapes you this time around, Jae asks again. 
“Color?” 
You catch your breath and sniffle, tears pricking your eyes a little. “Green. It’s green.” 
He pets your head with his dominant hand, fingers pinching at the nape of your neck just as his non-dominant finds its way pushing your underwear to the side, circling your clit. 
“Good girl.”
You moan in delight, Jaehyun’s words forcing your body to wriggle.
He ends the spanking quicker, the last three slaps delivered fast and sharp to your ass. Your cheeks burn and you itch to soothe it but Jaehyun does it instead, brushing lightly on your now bruised skin. Flinching at his touch, he stops.
Yanking your hips away from the back of the couch by taking a forearm, he bends to drag your panties down your legs, making a point to blow hot air against you. Mewling at the sensation, it takes everything within you to not grind back into your boyfriend’s face. 
Pulling your shirt up until it’s high up above your breasts, he pinches your nipples in appreciation, lips pecking your shoulder blades and down your spine. 
“You did so well, baby. Took that punishment like such a good girl.” 
His hand comes back like a lost necklace you found, the other dragging down your stomach to tease your clit once more. You want to sob, the teases never-ending. 
“Jae, I’ll be good now. I’ll eat dinner on time, I promise! Please just do something, please.” 
“You finally learned your lesson, huh?” 
Nodding frantically, you could care less about preserving self-respect now. You can feel your wetness running down your thighs. You need something, anything.
“Alright. You’ve earned it, darling.” Jaehyun bites your earlobe, middle finger easing slowly into you. A high-pitched noise leaves you, clenching and fluttering around his digit to keep it in there.
Jae groans, nails momentarily digging into your throat. You can’t help pushing back, his pointer finger brushing against your clit. You open your mouth to spew out more pleas but Jaehyun beats you to it, fucking his finger in and out like it was his job. 
Head lolling backward to settle on his shoulder, moans spew out steadily from your raw, bitten lips. Jaehyun drinks up the noises, adding a second finger when he feels like it. He can tell you’re getting close so the fingers slow, curling up to press into that spot that makes you see stars. You hardly register what Jae says next.
“Read what I wrote on you and I’ll make you cum tonight. Deal?” 
Whining noisily, you grind against his hand and Jae stills them completely. 
“I’ll leave you like this, Y/N. All needy and desperate on this couch. You can fucking watch me jerk off as you stay tied, kneeling on the floor at my feet.” 
Groaning, you’re embarrassed before you’ve even said anything. You knew that Jaehyun would go through with his stubborn threat if you really didn’t. 
You take a deep breath and wonder whether or not you should break your resolve. 
Taking too long, Jaehyun’s fingers leave you. Clenching around nothing, your legs shake in protest. He makes a point to turn you around, grabbing your forearm and going around the couch to make you kneel before him. 
Jaehyun looks delectable, black hair falling into his eyeline, still slightly wet from his earlier shower after work. Pulling his sweats a little down his thighs, your mouth is dry as his hand tightly grips himself, jerking once. You make a sound of discontentment, wishing your hands were free to roam. 
From the back of his T-shirt, Jaehyun lifts the other arm to yank off the offending clothing. You ache and pulse, whining at the sight of his chiseled stomach. Oh, how you want to explore. 
Rough fingers tangle in your hair to pull you closer to his crotch. “Say it, baby. Last warning.”
“I…” 
“What does it say?”
“I-I’m a fucktoy…” 
Occupied hand still stuffed his pants, his other brushes your bottom lip, your naturally inviting mouth allowing his thumb to hook at your row of teeth. 
“Whose fucktoy?” 
Around his thumb, you mumble, “Yours, Jaehyun. Only you.” 
“That true, baby?” 
Closing your eyes, you nod, suck on the digit once and let it go. Jae’s thumb presses on your tongue laid flat in your mouth. 
He groans loudly, low eyes lock on your closed lips as you suck hard. Jae adds two fingers, fucking your mouth like he owns it.
“That’s my girl. I bet you’d let me do anything to your pretty body, huh?” 
Your chest gets hot, heart beating fast. Considering how much you love and trust the man you were currently kneeling for,Jaehyun was not too far off. 
“Can I put your mouth to good use, baby?” 
You nod rapidly, wanting nothing more than to please him. He inhales sharply at your excitement, sitting down and pulling your body between his thighs. 
The sweats are taken off all the way and you suck a hickey on his thigh in impatience. Breathing hotly on him, Jaehyun shakes in anticipation. 
All of his fingers tangle in your messy hair, slowly easing you towards him. Tongue out lewdly, Jae halts your movements just before his tip which is laid on his soft stomach. 
A thumb brushes baby hairs from your sweaty forehead, dark eyes searching your wide ones. 
“I want to be rough. Very rough. Is that okay, baby?”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“You pinch my ankle if it’s too much, alright?”
Swearing once more, he pets your head and lets you suckle on his tip. Careful of your teeth, you swirl your tongue around his cock and it earns rewarding high whines, all airy. The tip of your wet muscle presses into the underside of his head and Jaehyun pants like a dog above you, hips lifting from the couch. 
Insistently, his hands press you down further on his length. Your gag reflex kicks in, stomach spasming emptily. Trying your best to suction and brush your tongue down the large vein of his cock, you clench your thumb tightly to get rid of the feeling.
Wanting to perform well for him, the gags die out and Jaehyun moans deep above you, beginning to pump your throat slowly. Moaning at the sensation yourself, the vibration it sends down Jaehyun’s length forces a shudder to wrack his body. 
His abdomen clenches as his hooded eyes stare into your bleary ones. 
“Fuck, you’re so good to me baby. So fucking good.” Jaehyun accentuates himself by thrusting your hot mouth faster. 
Choking on his cock, he thrives off your attention, getting off on your garbled noises of pleasure. Pulling you off when he gets close, you gasp for air, coughing and pressing your cheek onto his thigh again. 
Taking a minute to calm down, Jaehyun inquires; “You okay, darling?” 
His thumbs brush away the trails of tears on your cheeks softly. You whisper a weak yes and he bends down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pecking your lips. Giving chase, his tongue slips into the cavern of your warm mouth for a split second. You miss it with every fiber of your being, whining noisily. 
Then he gets behind you, scooching you closer to the couch so you can bend over, chest pressed against the seat cushions. Jaehyun kneels behind you.
His large palm grasps into the cord of the drawstring, pulling it tight around the irritated skin of your wrists as the other rubs his cock between your wet folds. You can’t help the high and pleasured noises escaping your throat as Jaehyun’s dick runs up and down, fucking himself into the tight space of your clasped thighs. 
As soon as he’s wet enough with your arousal, Jaehyun presses into you. You’re soundless as his girth stretches you but your mouth is wide open, more desire seeping past his intrusion. Clenching around him tight, Jae groans, gripping onto your hip tightly. 
Swearing under his breath, he reaches down to kiss your cheek. “You’re perfect, you know that?” 
Grinning, you mutter, “Green.” 
Jaehyun sets a steady pace, pleased exhales running down your bare back. He buries himself to the hilt each thrust, making you breathless. 
“You feel so fucking good.” He moans, hand coming to squeeze at your throat once more. The small amount of oxygen coming through makes the wetness between your connection drip down further. 
“Rougher?” 
Whining a yes, a hand locks into your hair and then he’s going, pumping into you at a quick pace. Eyes rolling, you try to push back in tandem but it’s hard and you decide to take what Jaehyun gives, slacking to lean back.
As he looks down at your coupling, his eyes trail the dirty words on your skin. Grabbing your thighs to force them apart, he grips the meat of them tight.
“Oh, I bet your professor would love to see this.” He teases breathlessly. You shove your head into the cushions in mortification, imagining your 45-year-old professor watch you climb down the stairs with a skirt on and see those words peeking through. 
Jaehyun can tell the comment had affected you because you’re tight and tense, hiding your expressions from him. He laughs, your neck taught as he pulls at your hair to force your face up. 
“Oh, you want him to see it, huh? D’you want that? You want your professor to know how much of a cockwhore you are for me?”  
The shake of your head doesn’t convince him enough and Jaehyun growls in your ear, tone playful and breathless. “Show your professor tomorrow baby. Flaunt yourself in a skirt and widen those thighs. Show him you’re all mine.”
You tremble hard, mewling loud when the pad of his fingers find your clit, rubbing figure eights. Scared at how fast your orgasm is approaching, you’re gasping and moving your hands up as far down as you can touch Jae’s abdomen. 
“Jae— s-slow—”
“Take. What I give you. With gratitude.” 
Louder slaps of skin shut you up, his tight grip on your throat grasping your forearm instead. Warning him of your quickly approaching orgasm, you clench tight, muscles locked up as Jaehyun keeps snapping his hips into yours. 
A particularly hard thrust has you floating, the delicious high causing white in your closed vision and hearing muted. Meek noises climb from the bottom of your raw throat, all raspy and small. When you come back down, oversensitivity kicks in and you’re begging for Jaehyun to cum.
You readily offer him moans of encouragement and clench down. Groaning low, he presses himself into you. Jaehyun empties around your pulsating walls, gripping the base of his cock as he leaves you full of his cum. Slacking against Jae’s hold, he’s the only thing keeping your hips up as your knees fail you. 
You already know without looking behind you that his eyes are zero in on your hole, a dripping mess that has his essence escaping. You feel beaten and tired, not understanding his fascination with it but let him watch freely in fascination. 
When his finger brings his cum back up to push into you, you feebly whine. 
“Sorry, babe.” Jaehyun kisses your right ass cheek, still inflamed and agitated. 
“I’m scared to sit, Jae.” You confess, half-humored and half-concerned. Jaehyun chuckles, pulling up his sweats and untying your wrists. Rubbing at the skin once it’s gone, he gently places you in his lap once he plants himself on the couch, careful of your bum. 
You melt into his chest as he brushes your hair with his fingers. Humming in satisfaction, a few minutes pass by in relative quiet, disrupted with worried questions if he was too harsh. You say no to all and are about to get up to clean yourself when your stomach growls… loudly. 
Jaehyun looks at you knowingly and you purse your lips. An annoying smirk curls the corner of his mouth. 
“Does my good girl want to eat dinner?” 
You go to slap Jae’s bare chest in retaliation but he catches your wrist quickly. 
“Nice try, darling. I think you should keep doing your lines as you eat though. It looks like you need more repetition for it to sink in.”
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summary: you get off on the wrong foot with Jaehyun when you first start living together, all the while unaware he’s seen something he shouldn’t have
pairing: roommate au!Jaehyun x fem!reader
genre: porn w/ plot, lil angst, tiny fluff
tropes: roommates, one sided enemies
word count: +6.4k
a/n: I’m now finally done with all of my roommate req event! HALLELUJAH (& it only took me 8 months!!) my very last anon req is for Wayv’s Love Talk!
warnings: rough unprotected sex, throat f&cking, manhandling, masturbation, choking, degradation, hard dom!Jaehyun, sub!reader, and yet another scenario of sexy stuff on camera bc i’m a total slut for that sort of thing
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cold, disappointed and jet lagged - the only three words that describe how you’re feeling tonight and your new roommate is to blame for all of them.
“Jaehyun, are you on your way? My flight got in nearly 45 minutes ago and the b-baggage claim area is so crowded that security basically pushed me outside,” you relay bitterly after the unnecessarily sharp beep to his voice mailbox rang in your ear. You called expecting to hear his charming voice (and by chance an apology) but all you got was the generic, off-putting robotic instruction ordering you to leave a message for the tardy receiver.
Frigid air prickles your skin as you lean against a concrete pillar painted in yellow stripes. Your teeth chatter uncontrollably thanks to the chilly weather of the changing seasons and you're mildly concerned he won’t be able to make out your muffled, urgent pleas over the phone.
“I w-would’ve gotten an uber earlier but I kept thinking you’d be here any second.” You check your battery level for the umpteenth time knowing that the clock is ticking on your limited communication privileges. “Ugh, my phone is going to die soon. I’m sending you a picture of where I’m standing right now, okay? I’m c-counting on you.”
You hang up quickly and capture a brief, three second video for better reference of your exact location outside the airport’s sliding glass doors. In your rush to share the short video with Jaehyun, your thumb accidentally flicks up through the collection of other videos in your camera roll, mistakenly selecting a different recording without your knowledge or consent. You don’t catch the slip-up before hitting send just within the nick of time. The dim screen fades into complete darkness not a millisecond later, reflective glass mirroring the aggravated features carved into your face.
“Great,” you mutter sarcastically. “Well, I hope he actually gets it.”
Phone dead and patience wearing thin, you’re basically stranded with no means of getting back to the amatuer chauffeur’s small house you’re moving into tonight. The original plan you laid out on the plane was to take care of at least half of the unpacked boxes as soon as you arrived. In your imagination, you pictured stacks of your belongings piled one on top of the other, occupying every corner of your room. Worst case scenario, they’re blocking the pathway to your bed too. It’s no question that your extreme jet lag is going to make it extremely difficult to remove even one single strip of tape; still, you know sleeping under your own covers is a must tonight to endure the cold that you’re unfortunately dealing with at this very moment.
Some may claim it serves you right for assuming you could depend on a person that you have A) never met in person, face-to-face; and B) only conferred with twice over the phone before signing a long-term, lawfully-binding lease with them. It wasn’t Jaehyun’s phone either, it was your other new roommate, Jungwoo’s phone. You doubt Jaehyun even has your number saved to his contacts despite Jungwoo creating a group chat for you guys days ago.
Jaehyun didn’t seem all that bad on those calls. Of course you’re biased though, opinion having been swayed by his good looks. You took one look at those pictures that were attached to the housing search profile website and made up your mind that living with someone that looked like that sounded like a good idea. What’s more is that rent came at a decent price.
You know that the “roommates to lovers” trope doesn’t happen too often in real life but it's nice to dream, right? And who knows, maybe you'll actually get your happily ever after with him Jaehyun.
Whereas Jungwoo is preoccupied with something else tonight, your prince charming was free to taxi you home. In fact, he was the one who offered to pick you up.
What a gentleman, you thought.
You wish you would've turned him down now. Even a pumpkin would have sufficed in this situation, since a fairytale fruit could have carried you halfway home before falling apart.
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Jaehyun didn’t forecast traffic to be so brutal tonight. He regrets not looking up the traffic report from the news earlier in the afternoon and poorly timing when he was able to pick you up. If he had done so prior to leaving, he would’ve seen the massive pile up of a car crash in the middle of the freeway just before the correct airport exit.
The state of the weather outside only deepens how bad he feels. He predicts you’re likely a victim of the cold conditions with no clue at what time you’ll be relieved from the threat of frostbite; but he’s sure you’ll gladly appreciate the heated passenger seat and the warmth circulating inside the vehicle instantly when you climb into his car.
He twiddles his thumbs against the steering wheel to the beat of his favorite Kevin Abstract song until the music dies down. When the first verse of the following song plays over the speakers, Jaehyun fishes his phone out of his pocket, aiming to pick out a different tune. The brightness of the screen illuminates the front and temporarily blinds him. As he lowers the brightness, his vision slowly comes into focus. He’s met with a host of blurry notifications and deduces that you’re likely the culprit, being that he can't think of anyone else who has a motive to blow up his phone like this. And rightfully so; he is late after all. The entire lock screen is blocked by charcoal, rectangular shapes he faintly identifies as missed calls, a voicemail, a slew of text messages and a few videos. Within the past 10 minutes, he hasn’t moved an inch, the traffic in a complete and total gridlock. It takes his mind a split second to thoroughly assess the situation and deems it safe enough to choose the videos before the other things you’d sent him.
Eyes still a tad fuzzy, he clicks on Attachment: 2 videos. And for no particular reason, Jaehyun selects the second to play first.
Immediately stunned by what plays out on the screen, he almost fumbles the device to his feet before getting a grip on himself. He cranks down the volume on his phone to keep the moaning vibrating through his car speakers at a minimum. His eyes bulge out of his head as he takes in the dirty scene that’s shown in startlingly high definition. The clear, pixelated sex act you sent him depicts an unidentified girl wearing only a pair of heather grey panties. She was facing away from the camera, bent over on her knees in a rather spacious shower. Whatever it is that she was using to film the self-made porn of hers is waterproof as it is perfectly positioned on the tan, squared tile floor.
She looped a hand underneath herself and in between her legs. Her middle and ring fingers connected with the last article of clothing on her body. She began to rub over a damp puddle of her arousal that had pooled in the middle of her panties.
“Fuck, that feels good,” she moaned. "Just sooo good."
His eyes locked on the naughty girl. Based on how enraptured he is with her, it seems like the recording creeps by at a slow pace. He doesn’t dare check to see how long the video is, preferring to pretend the duration goes on longer than reality. To know that every second is counting down to the end would only bring him disappointment.
What doesn’t disappoint is her dirty talk.
“Do you see how wet I am? All I had to do was think about you fucking me and I could feel my panties getting sticky.”
She circled her fingers around her clit through the visibly soaked underwear. Her moans progressed into little whimpers every so often, twitching slightly as she alternates between various sex noises.
“You know, since the moment I saw you, I wanted you. Actually, more than that. I wanted you inside me,” she purred. “There was something about your lips that made me want them all over me. Or maybe it was your hands because I pictured them choking me.”
Thirty seconds into the video, the wet patch was already larger than before. In Jaheyun’s expert opinion, the visual aspect is not the most salivating part though. He’s always been a sucker for dirty talk. Simply hearing the seductive words that slipped from the slut's mouth would have his erection pitching a tall tent in his sweatpants.
“I really wish you were here. You should know that when I sleep, I always dream about you helping me out exactly like this, and I’ll wake up so wet that I need to change my panties before I drip down my thighs.”
She hooked her finger underneath the cotton material that was basically see-through by that point. He licks his lips as she shifts them to the side, out of the way for the main course, and GOD, is Jaehyun starving for it.
“Do you like what you see?”
He gawks at the sight of her arching her back further, lowering her forearm to the ground. The position made her arousal glisten in the low lighting that was now shining on her most private parts. Her fingers rimmed around her entrance before plunging inside. A whine fell from her hidden lips that he wants to see so badly. If only she would turn around for him so he could study her facial expressions contorting from the stimulation.
“How hard are you right now? I hope I make you really, really hard,” she said in an innocent tone, pulling her fingers out to trace through her folds momentarily.
“So fucking hard,” he’s compelled to whisper out loud for some reason. He spends a handful of seconds wondering who she is; she as in whomever it is filming the video and whether she’s a legit porn star or not because the video is so hot he wouldn’t mind seeing more of her work; and more significantly, she as in you.
Who are you exactly?
Jaehyun’s done his fair share of sexting, each girl on the other side of the screen determined to do anything for him to take them to bed (or his car, an empty room at a house party, or the nearest bathroom - public decency be damned) and fuck them mercilessly. It’s been a while since he’s received or sent any texts, pictures or videos but by no means is this even the 50th naked girl he’s seen in a video sent to him through some messaging app or another. This is a bit different though. You’re basically strangers. You barely learned each other's names last week. Not that he knew every girl he’s ever sexted with personally, but they’d at least had each other's contact information in some form. He can’t recall any reason he should’ve had your number. The blessed video he so oddly received from you summons his attention back when the girl’s fingers dipped inside herself again.
“Hey, I want you to imagine my hand jerking you off instead of your own, okay?” Her breathing was uneven, impairing the audibility of her naughty words that he’s become so infatuated with. “Or pretend it’s my mouth and you’re fucking my throat until I gag. How does that sound?”
All this time Jaehyun has held out from reaching inside his sweatpants but as soon as he hears those words, he's a goner. He hurriedly pulls on the string to untie the bow of his sweatpants and slides his hand under the loose waistband. His hand wraps around his cock right away because he never wears boxers with sweatpants for the sake of comfort. He’s never needed to really.
“Better yet, think about how it’s going to feel when you actually fuck me.”
Within five seconds from when he starts jerking off, he hears a car horn honk impatiently from behind him. He’s surprised to see the traffic picking up speed out of nowhere. He looks down at his phone one last time at the exact beat the girl looked back at the camera.
When YOU look back at the camera.
“I want you to remember I’m yours to use up whenever and however you want to. I’ll see you soon”
Here you are, you and all your glory, fingering yourself on camera. All along it wasn’t some random, slutty girl he was watching, it was his brand new roommate. And above everything, your sex talk is like nothing he’s ever heard before from any girl he's had wrapped around his finger. Amazingly enough, he gets even harder coming to the realization all of that was personally filmed for him.
He doesn't know your thumb was an accomplice to his erection. An accident that was the byproduct of your race against the clock. A fluke in which you have no idea in the slightest at the moment.
Jaehyun drops his phone for real this time. It’s probably for the better though. He doesn’t want his phone within reach. It’s ridiculous for him to pretend that the further away his phone is, the further away this whole situation gets. You just had to go and make this new roommate dynamic complicated. It was already weird enough that you sent that explicit video in the first place but now he’s seen you finger fucking yourself and diligently watched it happen for over 8 minutes. What’s more is that he jerked off to you; albeit, his pleasure being short-lived, it's about the fact that he had started masturbating at all.
The car lurches forward as he hurdles towards a situation that he didn’t anticipate he’d be facing tonight. He doesn’t want to give you the cold shoulder but because it’s your first time meeting, would it be easier to keep his distance and pretend like he didn’t see it?
Deep in thought, Jaehyun doesn't notice right away that he's approaching the airport terminal until silver reflective signs catch his eye. Just as he suspected, you are a shivering mess when he pulls up to the terminal. Even from a ways away, he sees you searching through the glossy windshields of every car that passed through. You balance on your tiptoes for a greater advantage point, weeding through the vehicles, praying Jaehyun would be on the other slide of the tinted glass. Coming into sight, your face turns stony rather than relieved to see his untimely presence. You impatiently yank open the passenger door to his black Mercedes.
“Fiiinally,” you huff. Instead of going for the trunk or the back seat, you pack your roller suitcase into the small space at your feet and climb into the car. You prefer to squish yourself into the passenger seat immediately and hold your stuffed carry-on bag in your lap than take up any additional time in the cold.
Jaehyun clicks the seat warmer on for you without question. “I’m really sorry, y/n. There was an unbelievable amount of traffic and I-”
“I agree. There was an unbelievable amount of traffic. Just so unbelievable, that it’s crazy you’d be this late to pick me up,” you rebuke his honest reasoning. “Can we just go, Jaehyun? I’m really tired and I wanna sleep as soon as we get to your place.”
The driver chuckles. “I'm not lying but believe whatever you want.” He starts up the car, accepting the mission of maneuvering his way through the herd of vehicles that were also picking up new aviation arrivals. “And It’s your place too now, y/n.”
“I mean, I guess,” you grumble stubbornly.
You don’t appreciate how he brushes off what you consider to be a legit accusation with merit and logical support. He gives off this easy-going, unbothered vibe. On any other day, you would find it comforting to have a roommate with these qualities; nevertheless, you interpret his attitude to be inconsiderate and dismissive in this case. As if nothing matters unless it impacts him directly. You furlough the intrusive thought that you like the way your name sounds on his tongue.
The drive to the house is 98% quiet. You don’t speak a word to each other until the point where Jaehyun impulsively breaks the uneasy silence, mustering up the nerve to ask the pressing question on his mind. He had assumed you would bring it up yourself and was leaving it up to you to decide on the right time, but he could sense his skin itching for the truth and the tickle couldn’t be ignored the entire ride home. “So… are we not going to talk about what you sent me?”
Tearing your gaze away from the shadowy abyss outside the window, you redirect a disinterested, weak attention to the inquirer. He didn’t expect himself to find it so cute when you quirk your head to the side to look at him. It would make sense if hearing your voice or watching your face turned him on but finding you to be anything else was surprising.
“What do you mean? Like the voice message or the video thing?”
He carefully turns the corner onto your street. “The video, obviously.”
“Uh, what about the video? Didn’t you find me easier because I sent it?”
“No, y/n, the thing where you-” He clears his throat and acts like pulling into the driveway requires every ounce of concentration to stall. “-well, you know what I mean.”
The rumbling vehicle at last dies with the twist of a car key. You get out of the car, heaving your carry-on bag over your shoulder and yanking your stuffed suitcase to the ground. He’s more confused than you are to receive a lost look from you. You break eye contact when the passenger car door accidentally slams shut harder than you expected it to. His dimples appear faintly, mouth perking upwards as he notices your subtle, frightened jump.
You sigh. “Jaehyun, I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Jaehyun doesn’t push further with the topic. He forfeits the question for another, less tense moment, whenever that may be. It’s not like you’ll be very far. You’re living right next door, sharing a wall, practically available to him everyday. He’ll play along with this naive little game of yours for a while if that’s what you desire.
The low sound of wheels rolling away from the vehicle echo through your new neighborhood. Crossing his arms, he leans against the car with no regard to the condensation coating the slick metal of his door. He watches your backside as you lug the roller suitcase up the half dozen, concrete stairs to the porch. There’s never been a time when he wished he could see through clothing more than this very moment. He’s seen you exposed on camera and he’ll never look at you without being reminded of your see through panties. Certainly, that was your goal when you filmed yourself like that exclusively for him.
You enter the passcode to the wide front door. Peering over your shoulder one last time, you’re greeted with what could be interpreted as a lustful gaze with a cheeky, lopsided smirk to match. But then again, maybe you’re looking into it too much. Seeing things that aren’t there isn’t very uncommon for someone with exhaustion. “Thanks for finally picking me up. Night.”
“Sweet dreams, y/n,” Jaehyun remarks after you turn away.
You might’ve second guessed the intent behind the look he gave you but you couldn’t mistake the teasing quality that his words carried. Like he knew something you didn’t and it was both annoying as hell and arousing. You stop in place for a second and sigh loudly.
Living under the same roof as Jaehyun is going to be nothing like you expected it to be and you have yet to find out in which way that is.
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Jaehyun’s felt dehydrated all week and it’s all because of you. No matter how much water he drank, he knew he wanted something else on his tongue. His vivid imagination has been flooded with pornographic thoughts of your body ever since watching what you sent him. Picturing his fingertips brushing lightly over your hot skin, pressing his mouth against both pairs of your wet lips, tracing his eyes over your naked figure and much, much more.
In contrast, you’ve only been here a little over a week and there’s nothing you’d like more than to see less of Jaehyun’s stupidly handsome face.
“Morning, beautiful,” he smiles as you enter the kitchen, cocky dimples on display per usual.
“Yeah, it sure is a beautiful morning,” you retort. You head straight for the fridge to remove the coffee creamer, not sparing a single glance to the individual sitting at the counter.
Your comment wasn’t meant to be amusing but he gifts you with hearty laughter anyways. You’ve heard a lot of his laugh this week, nearly twice the amount you would if you were living with Jaehyun alone and not sharing a house with part time parrot Jungwoo. “Why are you always doing that?”
“Doing what?”
The tall stool he’s seated on squeaks across the laminate flooring as he scoots back. “Twisting my words around like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“Well maybe if you said less words to me you wouldn’t be so let down.” You set the creamer down and reach up to retrieve a mug from the cabinet above. He clasps his hand over yours on the wooden handle, thrusting the marginally-parted door shut. The gesture is so sudden that it causes you to flinch back, hitting his solid frame directly behind you. Your muscles tense up, core tightening as his budge prods your backside.
“Baby, ignoring me is what’s letting me down,” Jaehyun says in a smooth, pleading voice.
With every passing day, his forwardness has steadily increased. If he wouldn’t have come on so strong all of this would’ve been different. What was irritating was that he thought if he kept trying hard, eventually you would break. He’s made flirty comment after flirty comment but he’s never been this close nor have you wanted him this close before. Your body betrays your better judgement, grinding up against him to feel the hot ache swell inside you.
“Just admit it already, no need to be shy anymore. There’s no taking it back, y/n.” He lets go of the cabinet handle to grip your hips instead and that molecule of recovered freedom from his hand is enough to knock some strangled sense into you. He doesn't fight when you push back with intentional force.
“It? What the fuck is it?”
Blinking a half dozen times in confusion snuffs out the aroused spark in his eyes. “You’re- how long are we going to play this game, y/n? Because it’s getting exhausting.”
You scoff. “Jaehyun, there is no fucking game!”
He watches you storm out of the kitchen, too worked up to any conjure patience for coffee. Your acting is commendable, that’s for sure. You could make a career out of it if you wanted to. He’s given you every opportunity to come clean and address the elephant in the room but you’ve played it off like nothing. Your body language, expressions and tone were ultra convincing. You were so good at pretending you don’t know exactly what he’s referencing in that incredibly believable voice of yours, spinning lies left and right from the very start.
Either you regret having sent that naked video or
Jaehyun clicks his tongue as the shot pans out to the full picture.
… there’s an extremely real possibility you truly don’t know it was sent and he’s seen something that was never meant to reach his eyes and a simple solution is nowhere in sight.
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Jaehyun’s always maintained this smooth, cool guy reputation, unbothered by nearly everything and just going with the flow of things, but if you studied his behavior now, you’d clearly see he’s basically a different breed. Guilt can do that to a person.
He feels ashamed to be imagining inappropriate scenarios about you since he was the accidental recipient of that video almost two weeks ago. Especially because at the moment, he is sitting across from you on the living room couch. Perverted thoughts infect his mind throughout the day and he’s been too weak to make any effort to find the cure. Shame doesn’t stop his mind from wandering into a daydream of slurping up your cum, every drip that dribbles from the corner of the seam of his lips being your juices, not water. Or the drool that dribbled down his chin from time to time since you arrived, deep in the thought of being in your folds. The only thing that will get Jaehyun through the vampire flick you picked out was the reassurance that the second he was free from Jungwoo’s mandatory roommate bonding night, he would race to his room and rewatch your pornographic video for what may or may not be the millionth time.
“I can't believe you’ve been hiding it from us!” Jungwoo gasps.
“Wha- me? Hiding something?” Jaehyun’s nervous eyes bounce back and forth between his roommates faces’. He had been zoning out and wasn’t watching the movie like you and his accessor. His ears burn, swallowing a guilty lump in his throat.
“You have fangs and perfect skin… why didn’t I put it together sooner that I live with a vampire?” Jungwoo says, his skilled comedic delivery making you laugh. Jaehyun's slightly jealous he hasn't made you laugh like that but there's still a sliver of hope he can in the distant future.
Jaehyun looks at the screen for the first time in 10 minutes, noticing the character’s vaguely similar traits he was being likened to. “Oh, yeah! Sorry for not saying anything.”
He sneaks a few longing glances at you every so often until you finally catch him for the first time towards the end of the movie. Or so he thinks it is the first time you catch him; you’ve noticed several of them without his knowledge ever since the morning you grinded against each other. His fight or flight mode is a mere millimeter away from taking over his senses. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down and will away the erection in his plaid pajama bottoms. Lucky for him, it doesn’t kick in before the credits to the horror film roll down the flat screen tv.
“Wow, great movie choice, y/n,” Jaehyun compliments halfheartedly, springing up from the couch. He scrunches his nose quickly to hike his glasses up to where they belonged, a habit of his that you hate to find adorable. “So…. see you guys tomorrow.”
After bidding you and Jungwoo goodnight as soon as he can, he returns to his room to attend to his daily masturbation routine. He hears you start the water and get in the shower (which conveniently resided on the other side of the wall in his room), leading him to queue up his favorite pornography again. By the time you leave the steamy room, he has already passed out in bed. You are equally as tired as he is, one of those reasons being due to the fact that you did the same exact thing he did in his room to you in the confines of the semi transparent sliding shower doors.
Every glance you catch of Jaehyun's makes your imagination run wild. His lingering, lustful stares remind you of how hard he felt against your ass. Thinking of that dimpled dork nowadays makes you sexually frustrated which is something your previous self would’ve cursed you for.
Unforeseen consequences await you in the dark for being too worn out to pay attention to your surroundings and too lazy to turn on the lights: mistakenly stumbling into one of your roommates bedrooms in the complete dark with the misconception you are entering yours… followed by basically sleepwalking to bed and slipping under the warm covers. You fail to notice that the heavy blankets aren’t yours.
You regularly sleep in one of those oversized t-shirts that you were gifted as a kid (but never grew into). For the most part, you stick to the same habit on freezing nights like this one. Despite the mini heater set up in the corner of the room, the temperature prompts you to snuggle back into what you imagine is your firm, overstuffed body pillow, not a naked body.
You’re too sleepy, nearly reaching dreamland when his fingers connect with the thin material of your panties covering your swollen slit, the temporary side effect of making yourself come just minutes ago. You twitch out of the lasting oversensitivity.
“How does that feel, baby?” Jaehyun asks in a gruff voice.
You don’t hesitate to answer, “S-so good, ugh.”
“God, so it was all just a fucking game. I should’ve known.” He rubs the spot with increased pressure. “What a fucking whore, so desperate that you got in bed with me when I was sleeping.”
“What are y-? This is my bed,” you assert weakly.
“Aw, baby. Do your blankets feel like this? I don’t think so,” he replies, thumbing your panties to the side and diving into your folds in no time. “Does the little slut like it when I touch her like this?” Jaehyun taunts you.
“Fuck, yes. I love it, Jaehyun,” you moan.
He shoves his fingers inside you suddenly, causing you to whimper at the unexpectedness. “Hey, why are you so sensitive, baby?” Playing with yourself made it so that if someone were to even lightly touch your clit, your body would jerk. Jaehyun snorts and chuckles mockingly, connecting the dots and answering his own question. And for that very reason, he pulls his fingers from your wet hole to rub fierce circular shapes over your already throbbing clit. You thrash in his arms and whine loudly. “Be honest with me you dirty whore, what were you doing in that bathroom?”
You take shallow breaths while you twitch from the shock waves of bliss from his fingers. “I w-was playing with my s-self in the shower.”
“Mmmh, what a good girl you are. I love that you make yourself come in the shower,” he praises you in your ear. He kisses your jaw, pressing his hard cock up against your ass just like you missed. “And what were you thinking about, hm?”
“Jaehyun, you know who I was t-thinking about,” you manage to spit out.
“Well, maybe I just wanna hear it from the naughty mouth of yours that I love so much.” He bites down hard on your shoulder and works his mouth back up to your neck. Jaehyun continues to nibble at your skin, imagining he’ll leave marks on your body like that movie you watched earlier to show that you’re his. He’ll welcome the same love bites on his white skin from you later.
“I think about you… fucking me… really hard every time I make myself c-come,” you choke between worn, strained breaths.
“And how long have you been doing that?” he wonders sincerely.
“I… maybe like-”
“Honesty only, baby, I’m warning you.”
His chilling words struck a chord inside you. “I think it was the day b-before we met.”
“That’s what I like to hear, slut.”
Within a blink of an eye, he’s thrown back the covers and at the edge of the bed. Jaehyun yanks you down the bed by your ankles until your ass is nearly hanging off the sheets. It takes only a split second for him to haul your shirt over your head and flings it somewhere in the shadows. Spreading your legs further than you’ve spread them before, he cracks a greedy smile. His dark eyes look you up and down. He hasn’t even started filling you up and yet, you can already imagine how he’ll wear your body out and preemptively feel the soreness awaiting you tomorrow.
“Gonna fuck you so hard just how you like it. That’s all I could think of since you sent me that video before I picked you up from the airport two weeks ago.” He bows down to capture your lips in a searing, sloppy kiss for a dozen seconds then pulls away.
“What does that video have to-” your words dissolve into a half pained and half pleasured sob as he sinks his hard cock inside you all at once.
Your throbbing walls hug his length so perfectly that his moan echoes around his room. He feels snug inside you, like you’re nice and full having your stretched heat plugged full of him. “Fuck, nothing has ever felt so good. A naughty slut like you should be proud, you’re way better than I imagined when you sent me that video of you fucking yourself in the shower.”
“fuck...oh my god. I didn’t mean to send that to you, Jaehyun,” you squeak. If only you had had a reason to text him these past few weeks, you would've seen the damned self-made pornographic text in your messages but instead, you had religiously avoided him. "I had no idea that-" you try to explain the misunderstanding before his hand closes over your throat. He squeezes the sides of your neck, providing you with enough oxygen so you won’t pass out.
“Whack me anywhere if I press too hard, baby,” he tells you, voice laced with compassion he hasn’t shown you once tonight.
You do your best attempt at nodding your head before closing your eyes and enjoying every rough thrust he has to offer. Squelching, lewd noises that come from pumping in and out of you rapidly fill the air. Beads of exhaustion halo around his hairline, putting in maximum effort to fuck you harder than he has ever before and every inch where your skin meets the others sticks together from sweat coating it. He hoists your body up differently, your lower back now levitating above the mattress a few inches for him to stuff a big pillow underneath you. Then he presses your knees to your chest and hits your favorite spot deep inside you repeatedly at an unbelievable rate. He assigns the hand that’s not choking you to abusing your clit with an aggressive speed, leaving your body with no choice but to jerk back and forth by reflex and distorting your vision with the oversensitivity’s influence.
Time passes by in a haze and you have no idea how long it takes you to feel the knots tying in your abdomen again. You whimper as loud as you can manage and he searches your face for any panicked signs of stopping. He watches in wonder as your lips part, eyelids flutter, brow furrows and twitches and takes this as a cue to rub your swollen clit harder and rock inside you at the most ferocious pace he can muster. Releasing the strict hold on your throat, he delivers a few strong spanks to the upper backside of your thighs, snickering when you yelp. He then anchors that hand to the side of your waist and tightly clamps down on your skin to hold you in place and fuck you just the right way you deserve.
You feel a throbbing ache in your core, indicating another overwhelming wave of bliss is knocking at your door, about ready to burst. You can’t manage to keep your fucked out noises from escaping your hoarse throat. It takes all of the last remaining battery life to softly cry out, “I’m yours to use up whenever you want, Jaehyun,” exactly like you remember from that older video he must've been referring to.
As you peak, squeezing your eyes shut and spasming erratically, you hear him groan, “I’m yours too, y/n.” You hold onto the tight, heated sensation for as long as possible with aid from Jaehyun’s persistent thrusts and sensitive stimulation. The moment you feel like you’ve mostly recovered he orders, “get on your fucking knees, whore.”
Quickly doing as you’re told, you drop to the ground, sitting up straight, and rocking back on your heels. You hold your mouth wide open for him to do as he pleases with it. Jaehyun grabs the back of your head with both hands and thrusts himself inside your mouth. Going down your throat in one swift motion, you gag on his cock, choking momentarily before bobbing your head as best you can manage. You look up at him with watery eyes as your jaw painfully extends for his pleasure.
"God, I love your mouth, baby."
You lethargically hum at Jaehyun's praise and wind your arms around his thighs. He shoots his cum mostly down your throat not 10 seconds later while an unrestrained croak rumbles up his own throat. Once he's emptied into your mouth completely, he gingerly pulls you off of him. His thumbs stroke your tear stained cheeks affectionately. A salty, bitter taste coats your mouth as some remaining cum sits in the middle of your tongue. He grins, marveling at how you open your mouth to show him what’s left of himself then swallow gladly because who in their right mind would spit Jaehyun's cum out. Helping you up from the floor, you lick the corners of your lips.
Jaehyun lays back against a few pillows he squishes between himself and the wall at the head of his bed. He waits until both of your lungs have caught a majority of the oxygen generally required for human survival before speaking. “So, y/n... do you really expect me to believe you sent that video by accident?”
You roll your eyes at his insinuation, giggling softly as you crawl up the bed. His charming dimples make an appearance alongside a fond, lopsided smirk. He finally made you laugh- a feat he severely doubted to accomplish so soon. He lifts the blankets up for you to wiggle your way underneath them and into his lap. You're embraced by his muscular arms, the flowery fragrance of fabric softener and his clean-scented cologne that sticks to the navy sheets.
“Well, it’s more believable than traffic that makes you an hour late," you tease, craning your neck around to plant one last kiss on Jaehyun's lips.
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idk how much of my writing you've read but my masterlist is crowded with the roommate trope from all of these reqs... henceforth, "roommate! ___ x Y/n" has been suspended for the time being like idk how long but i'm just sooo tired of writing it
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Pairing: Jaehyun / You Genre: one shot, childhood friends to enemies to lovers!au, arranged marriage!au Rating: M Warnings: dirty talk, oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation Word count: 20.9k Summary: You hate him. He hates you. But you’re arranged to one another. The universe really works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it?
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It’s a Tuesday afternoon and Jung Jaehyun—an environmental lawyer—is slumped against his office chair, his gaze up at the ceiling, his lips slightly parted as the shock in his system still refuses to wane. All he could remember from the meeting with his father are the words marriage, wedding, contract, deal, merger. He’s not even sure if it came in that order. This is a lot to process and usually, he’s good at handling information, easily registering key dates, facts, arguments and laws in his head.
Okay, let’s set the scene straight. So he’s going to get hitched to you—would it really be that bad? Sure, there had been bad blood between the two of you but that was in high school. He hasn’t seen you in years so maybe there is a hopeful prospect to this situation. It could actually become a time to rekindle your friendship. This could be a reunion or a reconnection, if you will.
Deciding to bring out his phone, he decides to search you up on Instagram. Finding you easily, he browses your profile. Your feed is simple and clean. He focuses on the ones with you in it and my God, did you grow up to be a beautiful woman. You’ve always been pretty to him but the current adult version of you is hot. You put all those girls that Jaehyun fucks to shame, the name of the one he took to bed two nights ago already gone in his head. 
He clicks on your most recent post. Wearing a long gown in silver, you’re posing with a glass of champagne in one hand, your clutch purse on the other. Fuck. You’re dripping of elegance, of sex and just the sight of your bare thigh from the slit of your gown is enough to make him groan involuntarily, teeth gnawing on the inside of his lower lip. Since he’s already in this arrangement, he might as well begin this reunion by being the first to reach out, clicking the follow button before sliding into your DMs.
_jjh: u look good 🔥
It takes about eight seconds before ellipses are dancing around on the chatbox. Two more before he receives your reply.
yn.03: who tf are you??
Jaehyun feels the edges of his mouth twitch for a smile as he types his response.
_jjh: your future husband
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“What do you mean I’m marrying Jung Jaehyun, dad?”
“It means you’re marrying him,” your father just nods and confirms calmly, expression stoic as always.
Jung Jaehyun is a name that you haven’t heard in years and so to hear it falling from your father’s mouth was surprising and definitely unexpected, even more so when the word marriage succeeded it. You’re perfectly knowledgeable that eventually you’re going to be affianced to someone because of traditions but the atrocious and revolting thing about all this is the man your parents chose.
Every information they heralded in the span of seconds overwhelmed you, had you landing back down on your chair, elbows on your desk, hands on your forehead. Honestly, you are so close to pulling all your hair out. When you look up to meet your parents’ expectant gazes, you ask them again as to why you’re marrying Jaehyun. And once again, you’re met with the reason your father provided earlier. A deal. A contract. The merging of companies. The establishment of law firms. The exchange of million dollars between parties. 
Sighing, you screw your eyes shut and shake your head. This has to be a fucking nightmare that you’re having because there is no way this is happening. There is no way that this is the reality you’re living in now.
Your mother, ever so soft and gentle, regards you with a concerned look. “I know you’re upset, dear—”
“Upset?” you chime, half-laughing at the incredulity of it all. Standing up, you emphatically pronounce your feelings. “I’m not upset, mom. I’m more than upset. I mean, I know I’m going to be promised to someone but I just can’t believe you chose him.”
She flits her gaze between you and your father before holding your hand. “Honey, we have a good relationship with the Jungs. And besides, isn’t it better to marry someone you’re familiar with rather than a stranger?”
“I would much rather be married to a complete stranger than to him.”
“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad,” she offers, optimism coating her voice. “Maybe this can be an opportunity to patch things up with him again, rebuild your friendship.”
With your firm resolve, you insist, “There’s nothing to rebuild. God, mom, this is just—”
“Enough.”
Your father’s voice is loud when he abruptly snaps, prompting you and your mother to turn to him.
“You’re going to marry Jaehyun whether you like it or not.”
With him leaving the room and your mother following shortly after embracing you and bidding you goodbye, you’re now left in your office. With your future cut out for you.
People say that hate is a strong word—a powerful, impactful verb. They say it's a strong word because society tends to use its opposite word more and throws it more often than hate. Society tends to lean towards being more polite and less offensive. To use the word hate means that you really detest something. And you've always been told to save that word for such instances and not just sputter it carelessly because hate contains a passionate feeling of negativity. So perhaps hate is not the right word to use when it came to Jung Jaehyun. You know what, scratch that. It is. There's no point in even sugar coating it because it really is how you feel for him. You hate him. You hate that you're promised to him for marriage even more.
Enraged, you snatch your phone on the desk, opening your earlier conversation with him. When you received the first message, you thought that this person was some random creep on the internet who’s fifty years old and probably bald. That was until you managed to view his display name and browse his Instagram profile briefly. Before you could even type a reply to his last message, your parents came in and dropped the news to you like a bomb. And now that everything has been officially confirmed, you realize that he is real. This really is Jaehyun.
Jaehyun, who was once your best friend. Jaehyun, who was once the constant in your life. Jaehyun, whose friendship you were once thankful for. Once upon a time, you two were inseparable. The best of friends. That was until junior year of high school. The bond between you two, the mutual respect and admiration for each other dissipated slowly into smithereens until it turned into bitterness and contempt for one another, turning you into strangers with history.
Rapidly, you’re typing up your response and reviving the conversation back, the speed of your fingers becoming directly related to the level of your infuriation.
yn.03: i’m not marrying you, jaehyun.
_jjh: i don’t think you have a choice, sweetheart.
yn.03: don’t call me that.
_jjh: do you prefer wifey?
yn.03: GAG ME.
_jjh: oh? didn’t know that you’re a freaky one too. i’ll make sure to remember that ;)
yn.03: fuck off
_jjh: lol i forgot how cute you are whenever you get riled up
_jjh: anyways see u tomorrow, sweetheart
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Jaehyun is currently alone in the elevator, waiting for it to reach the eighth floor. With his hands in his pockets, he gazes up at the blinking red arrows ascending on the screen. There’s not a lot going on in his head except for all those particular photos that grabbed his attention when he was scrolling through your Instagram last night. There’s that one image of you from five months ago wearing a grey sweatshirt coupled with ripped jeans, looking very girlfriend material. There’s also that one of you wearing a yellow off-shoulder dress from three weeks ago. God, with a pretty face like that, he’s sure you—
Ding.
The doors sliding open interrupts his reverie. Stepping out of the lift, he makes his way to his father’s office, making sure to politely nod and smile at the people working in their cubicles. When he enters the Chief Attorney’s room, he’s surprised to find that you’re there already, sitting on one of the chairs, fingers idly tapping on the desk as you wait for your own father, his father and of course, him.
“You’re late.”
These are the first words you utter, not even bothering to look at him when he enters the office. You haven’t seen each other in years and his tardiness is the first thing you comment on. But then again, considering your relationship and your distasteful feelings for each other, he’s not really expecting cordiality from you. Nevertheless, here you are, in all your glory, wearing a black pencil skirt and a collared white blouse. Oh, and you have got to be kidding him. Two of your buttons are undone.
Once he occupies the seat adjacent to you, he takes a gloss over you. It’s hard not to stare at your legs, at the exposed skin of your chest and collarbones. His dick is obviously happy about the sight of you as he feels it twitch. He grits his teeth and bites down on the inside of his lip to tame the arousal threatening to flare up.
“I’m not late,” he deadpans, taking a peek at his wristwatch then back at you. “You’re just early.”
Unfazed, you take a quick glance at his swept back, gel-filled, slick locks. “Nice hair. What did you do? Swim here?”
What a great reunion so far. He lets out a scoff. “It’s good to know that I’ll have such a supportive and loving wife.”
Rolling your eyes at the way he emphasized the last word, you fold your arms, feeling your irritation boil inside. When an inflammable silence brews thickly in the air, you evade his observant stare at you and distract yourself by scanning the room again, zooming on the details. It’s similar to your father’s office where there’s a wooden desk in the middle, files on top of each other, a picture frame perched beside the computer monitor, a couch in the corner of the room and a bookshelf that has those hefty law books.
Jaehyun sighs loudly, a petulant expression drawn on his face. “You know, the thought of marriage never even crossed my mind before all of this.”
This draws your stare back at him. “I couldn’t imagine anybody wanting to marry you.”
“And you think there’s a man out there who’d be willing to marry you?” he huffs a humorless laugh as he retaliates.
“You think there’s a woman who would want to marry a pants-wetter like you?” you pipe back with your first bullet of the day, completely unrelenting now that you’re provoked.
“Hey,” he yelps in defence. “I was ten!” God, you really might just be the hottest girl that Jaehyun despises. “And, if I remember correctly, aren’t you the one who cheated on our math exam because you copied off from my answers?”
Alright, that’s it. If you’re going down, you’re taking him with you. “Oh, yeah? Aren’t you the one who threw a fit and cried all day when you learned that Santa isn’t real?” you goad.
He leans forward, piercing his stare on your face as he ticks his head sideways. “Aren’t you the one who threw up on the teacup ride in Disneyland?”
“Hey, I had food poisoning,” you argue pointedly. “It’s not like I did that on purpose.”
“Whatever,” he dismisses. “You were disgusting.”
God, this guy is an abomination and to think that you’ll be settling down with him and that you’ll be tied down to him for the rest of your days is just unbelievable. “I fucking hate you.”
“The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart.”
When you wince at the term of endearment, a self-satisfied smirk crosses his lips and you swear you’ve never wanted to choke a guy so bad.
Unfolding your arms, you look at him challengingly. “You wanna talk about disgusting? Alright,” you nod. “Didn’t you shit your pants while waiting for the dentist? I’d say that’s pretty disgusting, wouldn’t you?”
Jaehyun falls silent as he reclines back on his chair. With a tight jaw, he glares at you, indignation steaming out of his nostrils. You, 1. Jaehyun, 0.
Smirking, you ask derisively, leaning forwards threateningly. “What’s the matter, Jung? Cat got your tongue?”
Jaehyun flips you off with a livid face.
“Nice,” you snort. “It’s like we’re still in high school.”
After his childish rebut, his sulkiness continues to loom over his face. “You know, I can’t believe they’re actually making me marry you. I’d rather be married to a goat,” he remarks bitterly.
You quirk a brow up. “Huh. I feel sorry for the goat. Having to deal with fuckin’ Pampers.”
“Why, you little—”
The sound of Jaehyun’s father clearing his throat stops him from uttering his explosive jab at you. Both of you turn to face the patriarchs of your family who are standing side by side, holding out some papers in their hands which you assume are the contracts since this is what the agenda is for today’s meeting. They approach the two of you and automatically, you’re both standing up with Jaehyun proceeding to courteously greet and shake your father’s hand, you with his.
After the formal greetings, they lay the papers out on the desk, explaining the contents, guiding you on where to sign. It’s basically a legally binding contract stating that you are agreeing to be married to each other. This marriage, they tell you, will look good on paper and will be good for their companies’ future. Your father specifically talked about the timeline and how the wedding will be six months from now to make way for the transition of the merger.
Law firms bearing your names will be built and spread out across the country, with Jaehyun leading and managing it. He’s bequeathed with two responsibilities and already, his stomach churns, shoulders sagging. His father is essentially making him take over an empire. All this time, he’s been preparing his son for something greater, something bigger. And this was it. Questions have started to swarm in Jaehyun’s head as he listens to them talk. He thinks about his own capabilities, fretting about whether he’s ready for this kind of duty.
Your fathers also said that it is imperative to be convincing once you’re both wedded to each other. Not only do you have to marry him, you also have to go through the ordeal of pretending to be happy and in love with him once you’ve tied the knot. You have to build a façade, show them that your combination is good enough, that you’re working together harmoniously. It’s better, they advise, to be sure and to steer out from any issues or hearsays that could come up. It is essential to persuade the people around you, even though right now, it’s harder to convince yourself to make up and reconcile with him. 
Throughout the whole discussion and their speeches, you don’t look at Jaehyun, finding yourself lost in your thoughts, wallowed by the feelings of resentment and detestation caused by this stupid tradition. The universe, you think, truly works in mysterious ways. It could play tricks on you and fuck with you. Put you into a horrible situation that makes you feel like you’ve hit fifty feet below rock bottom.
You’ve always dreamt of marrying for love but in this world, that kind of marriage isn’t an option. The notion of choice is non-existent. You’ve always thought that whoever it is that you’re going to be betrothed to, you would’ve learned to love them eventually. 
Let’s take your parents as an example. They were promised to each other. They were complete strangers who had to marry each other. And afterwards, they learned to love each other as they got to know one another. It was like dating in reverse. Now, here they are. Still happily married and in love even after all these years together. They’ve always served as inspirations for you. They were a guide, the ones that ignited that spark of hope inside you and made you think that someday, maybe you can have that too when your time comes. Now, you’re not sure at all if you can even have that. Because it’s Jaehyun.
There really is no way out to this. Fuck. How are you going to love each other when you can’t even stand being in a room with him? How are you going to build a bond with your future husband and pretend that you’re in a marital bliss with him when already, you’re both miserable about having been coupled together through this arrangement?
This will change and affect every single thing in your life. You could already envision it—you’ll both live under the same roof, you’ll do most things together, attend events and overlook the whole company. Your life with him would just be one huge obligation and that’s it. You and him would have to pretend to be the perfect husband and wife outside and when it’s time to return in the private sphere of home, it’ll just be the same. The rift between you would continue to divide you as you do your own things and live your own private lives separately without incorporating one another to your personal circles.
Perhaps Oscar Wilde really made a point when he said that one of marriage’s charm is that it will make a life of deception. The thought brings about a dull ache into the marrow of your bones because there’d be no love in this marriage, only duty. Marriage, you believe, should always have love, friendship—a bond. It should mean that two people are connected, not separated. Instead, this one is all fragmented from the very beginning. He’s going to treat this—you—as an obligation, as work. You might as well do the same and comply.
Swallowing your pride and emotions until the taste in your tongue turns bile and all your nerves are wired to only have bitterness in them, you sign the papers. That’s all it took for the deal to be sealed, for your choices to be decided for you and for your future to be written out on your behalf.
With your fathers leaving the room, you figure there’s no reason to stay here any longer. Standing up from your seat, you sigh exasperatedly and make your way to the door. If you’re being honest, you have no energy left. All you want to do is get out of here, scream inside your car, pour yourself a glass of wine when you get home and scream again just to feel cathartic.
“Hey, wait,” Jaehyun says, catching your elbow, his voice all gentle now. “Look, I know we both hate this arrangement but for the sake of our families, can we please set our personal problems aside?”
Crossing your arms, you blink up at him, considering.
“How about this,” he bargains when you don’t answer. “If I don’t win your heart in a month, then fine. We can call off the whole thing.”
You scoff. “Good luck in convincing my dad and your dad.”
“Hey, I can come up with something. I’m a pretty charming guy, you know,” he assures, a smile growing on the corners of his lips. It almost earned him a snort had you not controlled yourself. “I persuade people for a living.”
Raising a quizzical brow, you ask, “What are you proposing?”
“Four weeks,” Jaehyun offers confidently. “Four weeks to take you out on dates. And after that, you can decide if you want to go through this marriage with me.”
For a second, you deliberate. What he’s suggesting is not a bad idea. Remembering your mother’s optimistic words about how you can use this to patch things up with him, you suppose that you could give it a chance. And if it doesn’t work, then you trust him to stay true to his word.
Maybe this arrangement does have a silver lining despite it being murky at face value. Maybe change is what you need. A change in mindset, in outlook. Maybe you do need to start burying the past behind you and try to approach Jaehyun differently.
“Okay,” you say, conceding. “Four weeks, Jung. Four weeks.”
He nods as he extends his palm out. You shake it firmly, sealing the deal.
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For the first week of your agreement with Jaehyun, you go bowling.
It’s early afternoon when you get there, the place heaving with people. There’s a family in one lane, a couple in the far right and some young teenagers to the left. The smell of greasy pizza and donuts wafts heavily in the air from the snack bar as you and Jaehyun sit down and put on your bowling shoes.
Taking your designated lane, he starts to key in your names on the screen. You decide to warm up, grabbing an orange ball, slipping your fingers in the holes and aiming ahead before surging forward and letting the ball roll off your hand. It had a good start before it veered off to the side halfway through the path, only hitting one pin on the farthest right side.
“To be fair, I haven’t played in ages so…” you reason, shrugging nonchalantly.
“That’s okay,” he nods, goes to grab a pink ball from the rack and begins to angle it chest level, moving slightly as he stays in the middle. When he launches forward, it’s with a sure speed, bending his body, his right foot curving backwards as he swings his hand and lets the ball go. With the right amount of force and velocity, Jaehyun hits a strike on his first try, effortlessly knocking all the pins down.
“What the fuck?” You cross your arms, expression stupefied. “Are you like a pro or something?”
Giggling gingerly, he shakes his head. At your next bowl, the ball actually swerves off to the side halfway through the lane, rolling in the gutter. Jaehyun once again reassures you that these things happen and that you just need to keep on practicing.
Groaning in frustration, you pout. “Hey, is this why you chose bowling as our first date?” you say, hands on your hips as you arch a brow. “So you could make me feel bad about my skills?”
“I suggested bowling,” he counters with a smile, taking another ball and going beside you, “so I can teach you. It’s not that hard once you get the hang of it.”
“Easy for you to say,” you huff. “You probably scored one fifty in one go before.”
“Two eighty,” he reveals at the same time as the combination of noises from kids and the raucous of balls rolling and hitting pins increases in volume.
“Two eighty?” you repeat with a gasp, unsure if you even heard it right. “Who does that? Just say you’re a pro and go, Jung.”
He grins, slightly shaking his head to spread out his stubborn strands away from his forehead. “I’m not a pro,” he stresses. “Pros score like three hundred and that’s fucking hard to achieve.”
Shooting him a pointed, critical look, he steps to your side, transfers the dark green bowling ball to you. He positions himself behind you, holding your shoulders. “Keep your posture relaxed and straight.”
Nodding, you straighten your back even more. When his breath hovers at the side of your face, your pulse in your wrists vibrates, making you gulp as you urge your brain to concentrate on the lesson. He runs his palm on your arms and you follow its trajectory. “Make sure you keep your gaze ahead on the target.”
When you nod determinedly, Jaehyun continues. “Then when you’re about to bowl, lower your shoulders slightly.” He demonstrates the stance step by step. “Bend down a little and keep your hand under the ball.”
“Like this?” you ask, facing him as you follow his instructions.
“Yep,” he says, popping the ‘P’ sound. “And then when you walk forward, slightly bend your knee like this,” he guides, displaying the exact posture. “As you let the ball go, put your right foot backwards. Got it?”
“I think so.”
He implores, “Okay, you try it.”
Taking all of his words in, you begin to keep your eyes ahead as Jaehyun steps back to give you space. When you’re confident in your position, you finally stride ahead, making sure you don’t overstep on the line, bending slightly and slanting your foot backwards as you swing your hand and let the ball go. Compared to your previous attempts, you knock five pins in the front this time.
“Nice,” he shoots a proud grin your way, high-fiving you. “See? It’s pretty easy, right?”
Returning with an exhilarated nod, you sit down and watch Jaehyun as he goes for his turn, again beating the rest of the pins down cleanly. When he proposes for a real game after that round, you two start to get competitive. With your newfound confidence, you end up scoring high, catching up to him. You were on a roll, even scoring a spare.
“You’re still so competitive,” Jaehyun comments while he flickers his eyes up at the score then back at you.
“I’m not as bad compared to you,” you counter, watching a ball roll back to the rack. “Remember when you didn’t talk to Sicheng for forty-eight hours after he beat you in badminton?”
“Hey, in my defence, I just turned thirteen then,” he protests. “I blame it on the teenage hormones.”
“That’s your defence?”
“Yes.”
For your last bowl, you scored a nine. In the end, Jaehyun emerged victorious with a score of one seventy-four. You weren’t far behind, scoring a one thirty. You’re actually quite surprised at the result—you’ve never bowled a score this high before. When you were a teenager, the highest you achieved was a ninety. This isn’t a loss to you. If anything, you saw it as a win. A win in your skills.
After returning your bowling sneakers, he turns to face you with an offer. “You wanna go and get something to eat?”
“Sure. My treat.”
“Y/N, I can—”
“No, Jae,” you insist. “You paid for bowling so food’s mine.”
“But I’m the guy. I should be paying.”
“Jaehyun, it’s fine,” you assure him. “Just let me get it, okay?”
He relents, nodding. “Okay. Thanks.”
As a creative director for an influential brand, you don’t have any problem with spending. You’re not destitute, thank goodness. During first dates, you would allow the guy to pay but there’s no reason for him to just cover everything when you can also offer to pay and treat.
After roaming around the food bar, you both opted to have something light, settling for ice cream.
“Um, I think I’ll have the green tea ice cream,” Jaehyun decides after skimming through the menu board.
“You haven’t changed at all,” you comment, smiling. Whenever there’d be an ice cream truck that would stop outside your school in the afternoon, he would always ask for this specific flavor, never changing his order. Even in high school, it remained the same.
He mutely chuckles in an oddly shy manner, rubbing the back of his head as he keeps his scarlet lips pursed, a tinge of vermillion gracing the pores of his cheeks.
“Are you blushing? Gross,” you tease waggishly, nudging the side of his body slightly.
He rolls his eyes, bumping you back gently. “Shut up.”
Laughing, you step forward when the girl behind the counter calls for you. Jaehyun watches you articulate your orders in and you send an amiable smile to the girl, thanking her when she hands you his order first. He feels his heart clench in his chest as he accepts it from you, the smallest amount of contact from your fingers sending a shiver to his spine. There really are some things—and some feelings—from high school that hasn’t changed.
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When a harsh buzzing sound from your phone interrupts your peaceful and deep slumber, you reach out for the device on your nightstand and willed yourself to open your heavy lids, squinting to read who’s incessantly calling you.
Vision all bleary, you unlock your phone and answer with a throaty voice. “Hello?”
A familiar voice from the other line chirps a good morning and once your conscious registered who it is, you grunt.
“Do you know what time it is, Jung?” you complain, eyes wandering round to the balcony in your room, only to see that it’s still dark outside.
“It’s time for you to wake up and get ready because I’m picking you up in fifteen minutes for our second date,” Jaehyun responds, sounding spright.
“I sincerely hope you’re kidding,” you say, releasing a long exhale as you turn to the side again to check the time on your digital clock perched on your nightstand. “It’s five o’clock.”
“Yes, I am aware of that. But I promise this will be worth it. Now hurry up and get your ass out of bed. We don’t wanna miss it.”
Jesus fuck, this guy really is serious. A date at five in the morning. If this was a normal situation where you’re not at all linked together, you would’ve sputtered profanities at him, hung up the phone and then go back to sleep.
Drawling out a long, excruciating moan, you finally push the covers down after he hung up the phone. You don’t even know if you’re fully cognizant when you make your way to the bathroom and do your essential morning routine of washing your face and brushing your teeth. After putting on a pair of jeans and a shirt, you make sure to grab a cardigan to cover you up. You contemplate whether to put on some light makeup but in the end, you forego it, just taking a small bag and shoving your necessities in.
When you emerge out to finally face the dim world outside, you see Jaehyun leaning against his car door, wearing a black sweatshirt and jeans, a smile gracing his face when he meets your eyes. “Morning, sleepyhead.”
Covering your mouth as you yawn instinctively, you narrow your stare at him afterwards, exhaustion still lingering in your bones, preventing you from feeling energized to start the day. It’s barely light outside and the chilly morning air just makes you sleepier as you desperately long for the comfort and warmth of your own bed.
“This better be good,” you say.
He laughs at your attempt to be threatening. “It will be.”
Finally going in the passenger seat, you buckle yourself up, Jaehyun doing the same before turning the engine on. When you’re both on the road, you lean your head back and groan, only making your date’s grin bigger. He’d be bluffing if he said that he didn’t find your groggy and frowny self in the morning endearing and cute.
“So where exactly are we going?”
“You’ll see,” he says with a teasing smirk.
When you return with a pout and a questioning expression, he could only react with a chuckle. You’re comforted in always knowing the specifics and it makes him want to defy that by not disclosing details. Besides, where’s the fun in revealing it to you immediately? He, for one, wants to see your reaction once you get there.
Leaning your elbow on the windowsill and resting your head on your palm as you take in the view that you pass by, you can’t help but shake your head, stifling your idiotic smile upon the realization that you really are on a road trip with him at five in the morning.
With one hand on the steering wheel, he coasts through the highway smoothly and easily since only a few people are travelling at this time of day. Whatever he’s got planned for you, it’s safe to say that you’re definitely intrigued. 
For Jaehyun, this is a special day because he’s never taken any other girl out to this place. In the course of his dating experience, he’s never really found the right one to take. Come to think of it, he finds that he likes your company a lot. He always feels so invigorated whenever he’s with you. There’s familiarity with you and there’s a kind of simplicity with your personality that puts his heart to ease. Whereas with his exes, he felt exhausted since it always seemed to be about them. He pondered about the reasons why he felt that way with his former lovers and deduced that perhaps they only dated him because of his wealth and status.
With his last girlfriend—Rachel—he felt as though he was just someone in the background, a flower that she could display, a bit of decoration for her life. She rarely made an effort to get to know him and connect with him on a deeper level. It felt like it was always him chasing and wanting her. She grew too comfortable with that fact, liked knowing that Jaehyun was a pawn in her little games. In the end, he caught her fucking someone else in her car.
His last relationship resulted in his hesitation to commit, in his reckless, lascivious lifestyle of fucking with no strings attached since at the end of the day, he’s still a young man with needs. He worked hard so he can play hard on the side—this was how he lived before doomsday came to him. He knew he was going to be married to someone one day; he just never expected that the person his parents chose for him was you. But now that you are here in his life, now that you’re back in his world after a long time, he realizes that perhaps being arranged to you had been a blessing rather than a curse. He definitely brands it as good karma now.
Ever since your bowling date, he couldn’t get you out of his head. After that day, you texted each other nonstop. Sometimes, when he’s having his lunch break at work, he’d find himself randomly smiling at the thought of you, proceeding to bring out his phone to reread all your conversations. There’s still the occasional bickering between you but then again, he feels like it’s almost inherent to do that because of where you two started before all of this.
There’s that one where he sent you a screenshot of a tweet that he saw about whales, the conversation quickly escalating into the topic of global warming and ecosystems. And then you replied with a fact that you thought was right but really, you were in the wrong.
Jaehyun [10:58 pm]: …actually it’s Australia that’s managing it. The EPBC act 1999 is responsible for the protection of national and international flora and fauna, including the great barrier reef. get ur facts straight
Y/N [10:59 pm]: lol why u maddd
Jaehyun [11:00 pm]: not mad bro, just educating you.
Y/N [11:00 pm]: go off i guess 
Whenever he takes a glance at you, occasionally asking if you feel comfortable with the temperature, you keep on reassuring him, finding that warmth had started to travel from your palms to your cheeks. Maybe it’s not just from heat that emits from the heater.
“Stop that,” you protest when you finally feel like you’re about to implode from his stare.
“What?”
“You keep on looking at me like that.”
Averting his eyes away from yours, he stares at the road, tongue swirling round on his cheek to contain his giggle. As he steps on the gas and accelerates, it dawns on him that the place he’s taking you is one that’s actually special to him. It’s where he usually goes whenever he wants to feel relaxed, whenever he just wants to ease off all the stress, all the tension and negativity in his head. It’s his safe space and he wants you in it. He wants to make you feel how healing it is once you’ve entered the place. He hopes that you could see one of the things that he appreciates and that you’ll be able to feel something positive.
After a few minutes, Jaehyun makes a quick stop to a convenience store, tells you that he’s just going to buy some coffee and snacks for you both. It doesn’t take long before he steps out with a bag of food. Accepting gratefully when he passes it over to you, you bring out one of the crisps and start munching happily, sharing the bag with him.
Carefully and securely perching your cups on the holder, Jaehyun learns how you like your coffee and how your smile and mood exponentially increases once you take the first sip, with you proclaiming that you can finally function for the day. While you eat contently, moaning in satisfaction from having your first meal of the day, Jaehyun drives once again, completely rejuvenated, humming softly to the music playing on the radio.
The conversation between you falls naturally and easily, with you learning more about the kind of person Jaehyun is now. He revealed that he graduated law school with honors, told you how he had to work twice as hard because he didn’t want to disappoint his father. 
Ever since high school, Jaehyun had always regarded him as his role model, admitted to you that one of his biggest fears is failing him. He’s always been a filial son—something you’ve always admired about him. And ever since you were kids, Jaehyun has always been hardworking. He was someone who was full of dreams and ambitions so to hear that he thrived during his university days didn’t come as a surprise to you.
While he told you all about this, you found yourself admiring his candidness and how easy it was for him to open up to you, reminiscent of how he was in high school where you two shared your secrets to one another. It made you think about how he’s really allowing himself to welcome this change, to give this whole thing a chance. This Jaehyun is so different from that person in high school who always pushed your buttons and did everything to irk you and rile up your nerves, from that person who you heard sputter those words about you.
Aside from serious, personal topics, you also learned about the simple things that were equally important because it’s what weaves him whole—like his love for coffee, Money Heist and IKEA meatballs. When he talked about them, you noticed how his eyes gleamed and how the whiskers on his cheeks became more profound whenever he grinned.
Throughout the whole journey, there had been nothing but laughter and smiles with him. Your heart feels comfortable like this. It’s easy, natural and the chemistry is all familiar because it’s with him. If this was another man, you don’t think you’d get this kind of feeling. It makes you think that maybe your mother is right about how it’s better to have a future husband who you already know.
After a few more minutes of driving, he finally enters the area and parks the car.
“A nature reserve?” you ask while reading the sign.
“Yep.”
With the sky gradually lighting up, you waste no time to enter the area together, preparing yourself for what you can assume would be a long hike. Eyes surveying your surroundings, you can’t help but stare in awe. Encircled by trees, with a faint light seeping through the branches and the sound of birds chirping and greeting you two, you look at Jaehyun with a smile in your lips. The feeling that bubbles in your chest is inexplicable and persevering.
As you continue to walk with him, you don’t miss the way his pinky finger grazes with yours and the way sparks makes it way to your spine. You don’t miss the way he looks at you with soft eyes before winding his fingers with yours as though he is asking for permission. When your fingers embrace his, he receives his answer.
Hand in hand, the trek becomes easy, short and tireless. He turns to look at you. “You still mad at me for waking you up?”
Biting down on your lip and smiling, you shake your head. He chuckles and playfully pinches your scrunched up nose just like how he used to in high school whenever you make this expression.
After reaching the end of an uphill path, he stops and finally tells you that you’re both here. Mouth agape, you could barely blink at the captivating sight in front of you. It’s a meadow of tulips—a field of colorful, beautiful tulips all lined up in full bloom.
“Oh my God, Jaehyun, this is…” You’re at a loss for words, your breath completely sucked out from your lungs. Walking forward, you start to admire the myriad of flowers up close. “It’s beautiful out here,” you tell him.
He silently nods and follows behind, crouching down to caress a yellow tulip, taking a whiff. “I took you here because I know they’re your favorite.”
Your heart dangerously lurches in your chest. “You remember,” you say, surprised, as you squat down and touch the closest flower, its pink petal soft and smooth against your palm.
For a moment, you let yourself recall that day where you professed your love for tulips. It was one of your first memories with Jaehyun as a child.
During a coloring activity in kindergarten, your attention was fixated on a page full of flowers, your brows creased in concentration, the tip of your tongue swirling round on the corner of your lip. Jaehyun, with his peachy cheeks and his bowl cut, came up to sit beside you, diligently helped you in filling your page with colors as you told him that you liked those flowers, pointed to them and said that they are called tulips. He repeated the word after you, testing it on his tongue and you found it beautiful how it rolled off naturally on his lips.
“When it comes to you, I remember everything,” he says when your eyes meet, your pulse racing.
With warm cheeks, you stand up, deciding to walk further, going deeper in the field. Jaehyun follows and makes sure to stride beside you, keeping up with your leisure pace. The silence with him feels comfortable as the flowers in the field waltzes against the breezy wind. Above you, shadows of birds start to fly while the morning sky gradually starts to display a marvellous canvas of pastel blue with streaks of orange.
“I always go here in my spare time,” he reveals. Taking a relaxed inhale, he pushes his fringe back, only for it to fall back into place. “I like how it makes me feel calm because some days, I feel like I just need to shut all the noise down and this place definitely takes my mind away from that space.”
This place truly induces feelings of calmness and relaxation with its tranquillity and its fresh air. For the first time in ages, you didn’t seek for the chaotic, busy metropolitan that you’re used to. For the first time, you let yourself be one with nature.
Adding on to his words, you confess your own sentiments. “Sometimes, it can be overwhelming and you just feel like you need to take a step back and breathe.”
Turning his head to drop his gaze at you, a wistful smile glazes his lips. “Exactly,” he says, bending down and grabbing a tulip from its lower stem.
“Jaehyun, what are you doing? Are you allowed to pick flowers here?”
Your questions don’t deter him because he’s scrupulously plucking it in one swift motion, doing the same to the one beside it before standing up again, now with two pink tulips in his hand.
“Technically, you’re not allowed to pick flowers from this reserve but it’s fine,” he says with finesse. When he sees your lips part in shock and your worried expression at his revelation, he just laughs. “Nobody’s around anyway.”
Arching a brow, you can’t help but feel an onslaught of chuckles escaping out your throat. “Aren’t you an environmental lawyer? Shouldn’t you be an advocate for taking care of nature?”
“Well, I am taking care of nature.”
“I don’t think picking flowers counts,” you say dryly.
“I’m taking care of it because by picking these, I know that they’ll be in great hands when I give it to you,” he reasons, stretching out his hand at the same time to offer you the flowers.
Smiling foolishly at his intention and at the gesture, you hold it and lower your head slightly to take a smell, feeling something blossoming in the depths of your chest as though there’s a seed that’s been planted in there and a variety of inexplicable feelings have started to grow and flourish. Since when did he become such a romantic? Was he always like this? Is this what he’s like with his old flames?
“You really are a lawyer.”
This earns you a smile. “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with being daring and impulsive,” he says, putting his hands in the back pockets of his jeans. “I mean, isn’t that what life is all about? Being adventurous and taking risks?”
Nodding, you watch the skyline in front of you as Jaehyun brings out his phone to check the time. It’s quarter to six. Just the right time to catch the sunrise in this perfect spot. Minutes pass by peacefully as you both observe how the sun ascends slowly and gracefully, its light brightly dispersing everywhere, kissing every surface it can land on.
When Jaehyun takes a passing glance at you, he sees the way your eyes are embracing the whole view and how the edges of your mouth are curled upwards as you release relaxed exhalations. He sees the way you radiate beauty against this light, the way your lashes touch your skin. He watches you and feels his heart soar at the same time, realizing that he’s finally found another view that’s more beautiful than the sunrise, a sight that he’d want to adore and praise for every day of his life.
When you catch him staring at you, a faint hue of pink glosses on his cheeks. “Thank you,” you say with sincere eyes.
“For what?”
“For taking me here,” you tell him.
He returns with a nod, delighted that you came to appreciate this place. Looking ahead again, you take a mental snapshot of the astonishing spectacle in your head.
“God, it’s so beautiful,” you breathe, completely enchanted and gravitated by nature’s moment of romantic change, feeling as though your heart is also being saturated with a new combination of colors.
With Jaehyun’s stare still lingering on your features, he could only let out his honest thoughts. “It really is.”
Leaning your head on his shoulder while keeping the tulips close to your chest, he shifts closer and wraps his arm around your waist. For a while, you just breathe together, admiring one of nature’s most intimate moments ever. It doesn’t take long before the world is bathed in yellow, bounded in broad daylight.
Jaehyun fishes for his phone and decides to document the scene, thumbing on his screen to let it focus before taking a few shots.
“Hey, Jae?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“God, please, no,” you lift your head, groaning.
His lips are curved upwards into a child-like smile. “Darling?”
Cringing, you shake your head.
“Pumpkin?”
When you feign a gagging expression, he laughs. You think it’s repulsive. He thinks it’s entertaining.
“Princess?”
When you don’t show any reaction and just bite down on the skin of your lip, he grins. “I knew it. You like to be pampered and spoiled.”
When you smack his arm playfully in defence, he just continues to let out kittenish giggles.
“Do you wanna take a photo together?” you finally drop the question you’ve been meaning to ask him after a few moments of quietness, your voice coming out soft.
His eyes widen before he nods. “Yes. Absolutely.”
Pressing the button for the front camera, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and angles his phone upwards. Counting down, he takes a couple of pictures as you pose together, your grins toothy as the first light of the morning soaks your skins, putting an incandescent glow to you both.
With the distant gleam shining on the world, signifying a promising start, you realize that this truly is the dawn of a new day.
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Once you’re both back on the road again, it is with high spirits. As he drives smoothly and safely, he turns to you, asking with a tentative tone, “Is it okay if we stop somewhere first?”
“Sure,” you nod and he smiles, reaching out to slightly turn up the volume of the radio.
When you recognize the song playing, certain memories flood back in your conscious. Looking at him, you’re sure that he’s thinking of the same one because he’s already singing along, his honey-like voice filling the car.
Fingers tapping the steering wheel to the beat of this Paramore classic, he starts to reminisce. “I still remember the day you introduced them to me.”
“During sports day, right?”
It was during middle school when you and Jaehyun were sitting on the side of the track field, minding your business and being in your own world while your other classmates were occupied in watching the relay race, intensely cheering and shouting. With your iPod, you shared your earphones with him and listened to the band together.
Grinning, he nods. When he resumes to sing, you decide to join him, both carefree and excited as you jam your hearts out to songs from your pubescent years.
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“A dog rescue center?”
“I volunteered here when I was an undergrad,” he reveals—much to your surprise—as he parks the car. When you both step out, he goes to open the trunk and grabs a red gift bag.
Wind chimes tinkle musically when you enter the building. You’re greeted by a curly haired woman from behind the reception, her eyes lighting up.
“Oh my goodness, Jaehyun—hi! What a lovely surprise!” She clasps her palms together, making her way to stand in front of you two, welcoming the younger man with a motherly embrace.
“Hi, Mrs. Davis,” he politely greets back. “How’ve you been?”
“Oh, well, I’ve been extra busy these days. Loads of people are adopting our puppies. What about you? How’s work?”
“It’s been hectic recently,” Jaehyun admits but makes no indication in his expressions that he’s pressured or exhausted. Turning to you, he introduces, “Oh, uh, Mrs. Davis, I’d like you to meet Y/N.”
The older woman jovially grins as she shakes your hand and greets you warmly. “Hi, Y/N. I’m Sally. I’m the one who runs this animal shelter.”
Returning the gesture, you smile sociably. “Hi, it’s so nice to meet you.”
She flits her gaze between you two and asks hospitably, “Would you kids like some coffee or tea? Or maybe some biscuits?”
Shaking your head with a mannerly smile, you utter, “I’m okay, thank you.”
She asks, brow slightly rising, “Jaehyun?”
“I’m also good, thanks,” he says genially, waving his hands in refusal.
“Alright. Let me go and get Maisie then. I’m sure she’ll be so pleased to see you.”
When you’re both alone in the lobby, he tells you that Maisie is Mrs. Davis’ daughter. They grew close while he volunteered here and it warmed your heart when he said that they’re like family to him.
A voice excitedly calls Jaehyun’s name, grabbing both of your attention. When you turn around, you see a little girl with an overflowing amount of energy bolting quickly.
“Hi, Maisie,” he greets when she’s in front of him. He bends down to her height, squeezing her into a hug.
The girl with the pigtails, wearing a yellow dress with a ribbon in the middle grins enormously when he raises his palm for a high five. With a sunny disposition, she goes for it, their palms making a loud slap before she giggles in sync with Jaehyun.
“Did you miss me?” he asks, his gaze soft as he squishes her cheek affectionately.
Maisie nods, her lips jutted out in a pout, the baby fat in her cheeks making her look so precious and wholesome.
Jaehyun holds out the gift bag and waves it in front of her. “I have something for you.”
The little girl’s mouth shapes into an O as a gasp erupts out of her. She embraces the gift bag, clinging onto it and swaying it, making him chuckle before he earnestly wishes her a happy birthday.
With eager hands, she’s instantly unravelling her present, exclaims gleefully once she finds a jacket. Sliding it out from the bag, she raises it up and clutches it into her chest, hopping like a bunny. “It’s green!”
It’s her favorite color and seeing her smooth and touch the cotton material of the item makes Jaehyun smile satisfactorily. “You wanna try it on?”
Bobbing her head yes, he helps her as he holds the jacket while she slips her arms in. She twirls cutely once she’s wearing it over her dress, the outerwear perfectly fitting her frame.
“You look very nice, sweetie.”
“Thank you, Jaehyun,” she beams widely.
Her innocence makes your heart swell with nostalgia, missing your childhood years and how it’s so simple and carefree back then. Observing them, you couldn’t help but grin too, the sight tugging on your heartstrings in the best possible way. Jaehyun being excellent with kids is so refreshing to see. Most of the guys you dated in the past were awkward and stiff when they met your nieces, nephews or little cousins but Jaehyun is different—he’s natural and patient.
“You’re welcome, kiddo,” he says, bopping her button nose. “Oh, by the way. Maisie, this is Y/N.”
Stooping down, you wave at her. “Hi, Maisie. Happy birthday,” you greet.
She smiles adorably. “Thank you, Y/N.”
“How old are you today?”
“I’m seven,” she punctuates proudly and confidently, showing you through her fingers. “Are you Jaehyun’s girlfriend?”
Flustered, you stumble awkwardly, “Oh, uh…”
Technically, you’re not his girlfriend—you’re more than that. If you were to look at it objectively, keeping the facts straight, you are his fiancée. You’re an engaged couple going on dates so yes, you are a couple who are entangled with one another through this dating phase. It’s complicated, really.
The apple of his cheeks flushing with crimson, he clears his throat before answering for you. “She’s a… friend.”
“But she’s a girl and she’s your friend so wouldn’t she be your girlfriend?”
Scrunching his nose and gnawing down on his lower lip as though to contain a grin, Jaehyun impishly ruffles the top of her hair. “I guess you’re right,” he says, nodding. “Y/N is my girlfriend.”
Your insides begin to flutter and your face feels like it’s aflame, the thumping of your heart deafening your ears.
“You’re so pretty, Y/N,” she says, her eyes curving first before a smile descends on her lips after observing you in wonderment.
“Thank you, Maisie. I think you’re very pretty, too,” you tell her, thoughtfully pushing some of her strands away so it doesn’t block and poke her eye.
She turns to him. “Jaehyun, do you think Y/N is pretty?”
He spends his time staring at you as though he is in a daze. And when he gets back to her question, he nods, his eyes and lips smiling. “I think she’s the prettiest woman in the world.”
Before you can even manage to take a gulp to tame the stirring commotion of the butterflies in your belly, Maisie is already reaching for Jaehyun’s hand and yours, zealously pulling you both inside the building, presumably to the area where the dogs are. You pass by a hallway with empty cages until she opens a door and you’re taken to the back garden where a couple of dogs are flurrying about, excitedly barking and crowding when they see the three of you enter.
Instinctively gasping in surprise at the sight of dogs jumping, you grin and tend to a brown Labrador, gently stroking its fluffy head. Jaehyun bends down and pets a Terrier that stayed near his foot. “Hey, buddy,” he says, opening up his palm, the white canine obeying immediately and placing its paw on his hand. The lines of his dimples expands as he shakes the dog’s hand.
“His name is Snoopy,” Maisie informs beside you, patting the Labrador’s back softly, causing him to sit down, enjoying the attention placed on him. “He’s four years old.”
“Hi, Snoopy,” you coo, your heart turning into mush when he lifts his head up and looks at you, his tongue protruding out. Leaning, you embrace Snoopy, feeling like you could cry out of your bliss from being surrounded by these dogs.
Maisie tugs your shirt, offering to introduce you to the other pups and you let her, standing up and going further in the backyard. You whip your head, looking over your shoulder at Jaehyun who just grins at you, shooting a thumbs up while he plays with the Terrier that seems to have taken a liking to him.
The docile Snoopy follows you and Maisie as you meet the other dogs—there’s an energetic Cocker Spaniel named Goose, Rover, the black French bulldog and a tiny brown Chihuahua called Lily. Maisie plays with them happily, letting the dogs lick her cheeks as she chortles exuberantly.
Sitting down on the grass and crossing your legs, you let Lily settle down on your lap while you pet her quietly. Beside you, the bubbly little girl tells you all about the dogs, listing all their unique traits like how Rover has a little splodge of white on his chin or how Goose immediately falls asleep when a blanket is thrown over him.
Still near the entrance, Jaehyun stands up and crosses his arms, watching you bond with Maisie, giggling together as you let her show you the tricks that Goose can do. Copying her, you cheer and clap fervently when he submits to your command, proceeding to reward the dog with your praises and adoration, peppering him with your soft petting and some belly rubs.
As he looks at you, he realizes that one of his favorite things about you is your smile and laugh. It reminds him of the good memories he had with you in high school and how he didn’t mind looking like an absolute fool in front of your other classmates if it meant that you’d get to laugh.
Maisie’s mom comes to stand beside Jaehyun, watching you two become surrounded by the dogs, your glee filling you to the brim. “She makes you happy, doesn’t she?”
Feeling as though his heart is about to escape his chest and run towards you, he nods, eyes not prying away from the sight of you grinning and laughing heartily. “Yeah. She does.”
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Jaehyun doesn’t blame you for being completely overtaken by your exhaustion on the journey back home. It has been an eventful day, after all, with the early start and everything. Lowering the volume of the radio down, he makes sure to drive in a steady and comfortable way while you sleep.
“Y/N?” he says once he stops the car outside your place.
When you don’t flinch, only responding with your soft and even breathing, he tries again, leaning a bit forward, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Princess?”
Slowly blinking into full consciousness, you lift your head up, only to see Jaehyun’s face so close to you, his warm breath fanning the side of your neck.
“We’re here,” he says, almost coming out as a whisper before reclining back to his seat, breaking the contact away.
“Oh, uh, right,” you mumble, trying to get your bearings straight.
Taking your bag and unbuckling your seatbelt, you step out from the car, with Jaehyun walking you to your front door.
“So, I’ll see you on the third date?” he asks, rubbing the back of his head, making him look boyish.
“I feel like it’s always you bringing me to places,” you tell him, an idea striking you. “How about I pick where we’re going for the next date?”
“Sounds good to me.”
When he’s back in his car, Jaehyun takes his phone out. He views the photos from this morning, smiling as he selects his favorite one and sets it as his new lock screen.
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Y/N [8:43 pm]: do you like basketball?
Jaehyun [8:45 pm]: it’s my favorite sport
Jaehyun [8:46 pm]: as a matter of fact, you’re talking to a basketball star - michael JAEdan
Y/N [8:47 pm]: lmao ur such a dork
Y/N [8:47 pm]: anyways for our next date we’re going to a basketball game
Jaehyun [8:48 pm]: SERIOUSLY?? oh my god, i could kiss you right now
Jaehyun [8:49 pm]: bet ur smiling rn ;)
Y/N [8:51 pm]: get outttt
Jaehyun [8:52 pm]: hahaha
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If you were in a movie right now, you’d definitely be in a romcom. With matching hats, you and Jaehyun are seated in the middle of the stadium, cozied up against each other like those leads in chick flicks. (He insisted at the entrance in buying you a purple cap so you could match with him.)
“Hey, thanks for this,” he says, tucking a strand of hair gently to the back of your ear.
Your breath hitching for a second, you shoot him a smile, knowing what he means.
“Seriously, this is the best date ever,” he carries on. “I mean, I’m here with a girl that I like and I’m watching my favorite team play at the same time—man, I feel like I won the lottery.”
Shaking your head to control your lips from stretching into a foolish smile, you feel your cheeks heat up uncontrollably. Jaehyun grins and takes the opportunity to hold your hand, interlacing your fingers together as you continue on watching this intense ball game.
Your knowledge in basketball isn’t bad but it isn’t great either. Sure, you know about three-point shots, lay-ups and blocking but there’s still a lot of rules you don’t understand even when you watch it unfold in real time.
“Wait, so why does that guy get to shoot?” you ask, pointing ahead to the player of the opposing team.
“He committed a foul so he gets a free throw,” Jaehyun informs. He enlightens you with all the rules of basketball and the positions of players while you listen and nod attentively, trying to watch the game at the same time.
When the point guard shoots a score, the game continues, with them constantly running and passing the ball while blocking each other and defending. The crowd of avid fanatics are shouting feverishly when someone attempts to shoot from a far angle. And when they miss, the opponent grabs the ball and runs to the side of their court.
You actually understand what’s going on now, enjoying the power and the passion of it and looking up at the time they have before it runs out and they have to make a buzzer beater. Your eyes following the player who currently has the ball, you shout ‘travelling’ before anyone else.
“That’s my girl! Michael Jaedan taught her that!” he shouts, clapping his hands as he stands up, making you laugh.
The referee blows the whistle and calls a foul, gestures with his hand. Once he’s seated again, Jaehyun looks at you with the biggest smile, dimples and the canines on his teeth all on display as he spins your cap backwards before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. This feels comfortable, natural. He feels like he could be a constant.
Inching closer to him, you rest your head on his shoulder, nose almost touching his neck. He smells of lavender, reminiscent of the warmth and coziness of a home. The realization makes you sm—
“Ah!”
You yelp when the guy sitting on your right bumps his elbow on the food perched on the arm of his seat, spilling it on your lap. Standing up quickly, you gaze down, your jeans now stained with yellow and red from the sauces of his hotdog.
“Shit,” you mutter under your breath, looking at the man afterwards.
He meets your gaze and snorts before tending to the other lads that he’s with. “Fuck off, bitch.”
“Hey,” Jaehyun rises from his seat. “What did you just call her?”
Taking a sharp swallow, you hold his hand and slightly block him from moving forward and doing something. “Jae, just leave it. Let’s just go.”
With a tensed jaw, he eventually caves and nods at your insistence.
The bastard laughs with his friends as they watch you pass before them. “Man’s fuckin’ whipped by his bitch,” he remarks.
“Oh, hell no,” Jaehyun says, swivelling back and swinging his fist forward for one powerful jab, the man’s head lolling back, his nose bleeding in the aftermath. “You better watch your fucking mouth or your face isn’t the only thing I’m gonna break, asshole. Come on, Y/N.”
Passing the length of the aisle until you’re climbing back down the steps, you run hand in hand until you’re both outside.
In front of the venue, you’re both breathless from sprinting, with you leaning back against a wall. Jaehyun faces you, running his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just—I couldn’t let him talk to you like that,” he explains apologetically.
When you regard him with a knowing and reassuring smile, he couldn’t help but break into laughter too, watching you cackle freely, throwing your head back. The guy’s face when Jaehyun struck that punch was just so hilarious when it flashed through your mind again—he really wasn’t expecting it at all. Now, you’re not one to condone violence like this but you just can’t contain your laughter in. You both ran out of that place as though you were outlaws and rebels and it had adrenaline surging through your veins, making you feel infinitely alive, wild and audacious.
When the hilarity ebbs down, you look at each other, your chests rising and falling as a momentary silence embraces you two. His gaze roams between your eyes and lips and before you can even take your next blink, Jaehyun steps forward and places a peck on your cheek.
With your lips parted and your heartbeat thudding quickly, your eyes widen, a sudden rush coursing through your nerve wires. “Jae!”
He chortles cheekily and starts to back away and run while you chase him.
“Come here, you kiss stealer!” you holler, quickening your speed.
Jaehyun’s laughter ripples through his chest as he dashes to the parking lot with light steps, slowing down to let you catch up to him. When he twists round, you almost bump into him had you not stopped yourself. He pulls you closer to him, his hands wrapping around your waist, resting his palms on your back while he drinks all of your features in. The tips of your noses almost brushing, you swiftly press a smooch to his cheek.
“Now we’re even,” you tell him, holding the last word before breaking away from his embrace. While you walk to his car, your grin reaches your ears and your heart does cartwheels in your chest.
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Jaehyun [10:50 pm]: 
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Jaehyun [10:50 pm]: thank you for today. goodnight :)
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For date number four, which happened to be in the same week as date number three, Jaehyun texted you an address and asked you to meet him there.
After walking around downtown, you arrive in front of a building a few minutes just after three. Craning your neck upwards, you stare at the towering building, wondering why Jaehyun chose this exact location. From the looks of it, it’s a typical, corporate building designed to have offices in it.
When there’s a gentle tap on your shoulder, you turn around and see him. He’s dressed down in blue jeans, a hazel-colored jacket thrown over his white shirt, looking devastatingly handsome with his brown locks slightly parted. “Hey,” he greets.
“Hey,” you echo, smiling at him. “So where are we going today?”
“We’re going to my favorite café,” Jaehyun reveals, pushing the door open for you, letting you enter first like the gentleman that he is.
“There’s a café here?” you ask, brows wrinkled as you follow him to the elevator.
“Yeah. There’s also a bookstore here,” he says, pressing the highest floor button before the door slides close.
When you reach your destination, you pass by a long hallway before you see a glass door. Inside, there are wooden tables and chairs, with people sitting and having coffee. The walls are splashed in warm tones. Some leafy plants are situated in the middle, adding to the organic and natural aura of the shop. There’s also a space outside where people can opt to sit down and have their drinks, the balcony railing the only thing separating them from the view. With a high altitude, the city skyline is visible. Once again, astonishment laces your expression as you enter the place, wondering how Jaehyun came to know about this space.
“I love the vibes of this place the most,” he says while queueing up with you.
“It’s nice,” you tell him, scanning your gaze around, seeing how the consumers all have a smile on their faces, expressions and body language relaxed.
“Hey, you wanna share a cake?” he offers as you turn back to face him.
“Sure,” you say, eyes travelling up to the menu board, looking at the selection of their cakes.
“You can pick,” he nods at you, advancing forward when the person in front of you moves. “And don’t worry about paying, princess. It’s all on me,” he adds, smoothly dropping a wink.
Returning with a grateful grin, you check the board again, humming thoughtfully. “Should we go for a cheesecake?” you suggest.
“Sure.”
Once you’re both at the till, he lets you recite your coffee order first before he takes his turn, adding the cheesecake afterwards. After he finishes paying and gets his receipt, you make your way to the side to grab a few napkins and some confectionary and cutleries before heading to a vacant table just in the middle.
When you’re both sat down, you finally let yourself observe this place properly. It’s definitely refreshing and youthful, with its decorations and all. From the abstract, colorful paintings placed on the walls to the hanging plants on the ceiling down to the pretty flower vases on each table, you can see why Jaehyun loves the chilled atmosphere of this café.
It doesn’t take long before a server comes to deliver your coffees and your cake. Jaehyun decided on an iced latte while you went for a flat white. After you both express your gratitude, you take out your phone from your pocket and open your camera.
He watches you take a snap of the scrumptious dessert as he drinks his iced coffee. Levelling your camera up, you face him. “Hey. Look at me for a sec.”
He quirks a brow up once he sees your phone’s position, quickly catching on. “Am I going on your Instagram?”
With a sheepish smile, your thumb hovers on the screen, adjusting the brightness so he’s not overshadowed by the light from behind him. “Don’t sound so surprised.”
Jaehyun flashes his dimpled grin at you. “I’m just honored.”
“As you should be,” you giggle before finally taking a few photos. Jaehyun looks at the camera and gives a few poses, bringing up his cup to his lips. He peers his eyes to the side for a candid shot. “That’s good,” you announce, dropping your phone back down once you’re satisfied.
“I like that one,” he points to the second one as you show him the strings of images, following your fingers as it swipes to the right.
You nod, smiling as you lean back on your chair and open Instagram. Selecting the photo, you decide to go for a simple, witty caption before tagging his username and hitting the post button.
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This prompts him to bring out his own phone, opening the app and viewing your post. With the edges of his lips twitching upwards, Jaehyun keys in a comment: you’re welcome, brew-tiful ☺️
Lifting your head up after seeing the reply, you look at him with a grin. “Punny.”
He laughs before permanently putting his device away and grabbing a fork, slicing a small bit of the cheesecake and having the first taste.
“How is it?” you venture while getting your own cutlery and cutting yourself a piece.
He moans in satisfaction, chewing endearingly as he nods. “It’s so good.”
After shoving a forkful of the cheesecake with graham crackers in the bottom layer in your mouth, you automatically release a pleasured hum. The rich and light cream filling melts perfectly in your tongue while the crusty bottom layer is crumbly and has that maillard-y flavor that adds to the sweetness.
Minutes pass by comfortably, with you and him talking about your days over coffee and food. Stories are exchanged and smiles are sent to each other whenever you meet each other’s eyes and you couldn’t ignore the way your heart flutters within your chest, the way warmth would travel to your face and would stay there.
“We should play a game,” Jaehyun suggests before finishing off his iced latte.
“What do you have in mind?”
He licks his lips. “Twenty questions.”
“Okay.”
Gently shaking his cup and playing with the ice cubes in it, he tips his head to nod at you. “You go first.”
Leaning forward, you rest your chin on your palm. “Would you rather time travel to the past or to the future?”
“Wow. You’re really going for it,” Jaehyun remarks with a light chuckle as he places his cup back on the table.
“Of course,” you smile. It’s a question you often think about and you’re interested in knowing what he has to say.
His bottom lip slightly juts out for a contemplative pout. “Go back to the past,” he returns resolutely, folding his arms.
“Really? You don’t want to see if we have flying cars or robots as presidents?” you ask invitingly, mouth moulding into a frisky smile.
“Nope,” Jaehyun shakes his head. “I want to keep the mystery alive.”
It’s interesting how his answer contradicts with yours. Since the future holds a lot of possibilities and contains the unknown and the uncertain, you’d much rather see and visit it to sate your curiosity and have some of your questions answered.
“Fair enough. Your turn,” you nod back.
Jaehyun studies your expression for a moment before he drops his first question. “What are your views on arranged marriages?”
This, you are not expecting. It’s not how you feel about being in an arranged marriage with him, but how you feel about the whole tradition in general.  
“I think I’ve always regarded it as a negative thing because of the lack of choice,” you tell him after a pregnant pause. “But over time, I learned how to weigh the positives along with the negatives,” you continue, reclining back on your chair. “Arranged marriages means that you get to learn about your partner as you go along. It’s just like dating—the only difference is that label.”
Jaehyun regards you with a neutral expression, blinking as he listens attentively. He watches you as your gaze falls to your palms.
“My parents were arranged too,” you say, looking back up at him, “and all I can think about whenever I see them is that love takes time. It doesn’t come easily but it does come eventually. It made me realize that love takes work. It takes two people to make a marriage and a partnership work.”
“It’s like being in a team,” he muses pensively.
“Exactly,” you agree. “As players, you’re both different but you’re working towards the same goal. And I guess that’s one of the keys for a long-lasting relationship.”
“But then, being in love and being married is different,” he says after a few seconds as though he is in a trance, ingesting your words in.
“That’s right,” you nod. “They are different. But maybe that’s why people are put into arranged marriages. So you can eventually combine those two.”
He flashes a small smile. “Your turn.”
“Friendship or love?”
His brows crease, scratching the back of his head. “Ah, that’s hard.”
“Doesn’t have to be,” you shrug.
“Love,” Jaehyun articulates softly, his eyes pressed on yours.
Your insides flutter when he flicks his gaze between your eyes and lips. Swallowing awkwardly, you offer an accepting nod at his answer.
When it’s his turn, he taps his chin as he hums thoughtfully. “Do you see yourself having kids in the future?”
“Yes,” you confirm with a nod. When it’s your turn, you decide to take a different route, keeping it easy, light and playful just to toy with him. “Would you rather have bananas for fingers or bananas for toes?”
“What?” Jaehyun breaks into a laugh, the light of dusk from outside kissing his skin, making him luminesce. If the golden hour of the day is a person, it’d be him. “What would that even look like?”
“You literally have bananas as your fingers or toes.”
He opens his palms up and observes his fingers, his laughter vibrating louder through his chest as he mentally registers the shocking image. You watch him as an irrepressible smile shapes on your lips.
In the end, you spend two hours getting to know one another through the questions you would fire. While the direction of your questions so far is philosophical, deep and serious, meant to permeate his mind, his is all about the now and the future. The practicality of it is meant to get to know you, to consider you as he asks about your idea of a perfect vacation or your pet peeves.
You laugh together and share things with each other as though the world outside and around you don’t exist, as though it’s high school all over again and the only thing that mattered was your friendship with him. And the more you get to know these little pieces of him, the thinner the line between love and hate becomes.
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Y/N [7:05 pm]: so. what have you got planned for our last date?
Jaehyun [7:10 pm]: you can pick this time
Y/N [7:15 pm]: hm. okay.
Y/N [7:20 pm]: there’s this new space museum that just opened. you wanna go and check it out tomorrow? :)
Jaehyun [7:30 pm]: sure
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Jaehyun [8:00 am]: hey. can we take a rain check? i have a hearing all afternoon.
Y/N [8:10 am]: okay. are you free tomorrow?
Jaehyun [9:30 am]: yup. we can go tomorrow.
Y/N [9:42 am]: cool! good luck on your hearing.
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Jaehyun [10:27 am]: hey, y/n. i’m sorry but can we reschedule again? this japanese client wants to go over his case with me tonight.
Y/N [10:42 am]: fine. reschedule for when?
Jaehyun [11:40 am]: thursday?
Y/N [11:50 am]: okay.
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It’s now the fourth week. There’s two days left before the deal ends. Before it officially becomes a month ever since your first meeting with him, since you signed the contracts with him and took on his proposal to let him win your heart.
It’s Wednesday evening and you’re sitting down on your couch while absentmindedly staring at your TV which has the news on. You chug the remainder of your soda and set the can back down on the surface before you decide to grab something from the drawer underneath the table. Taking out a photo album consisting of your memories, you begin to brace yourself before embarking on a trip down to memory lane.
Your childhood pictures with Jaehyun are pasted in the first few pages. Your eyes land on that photo of you two in your Halloween costumes. Six-year-old Jaehyun went as a vampire while you dressed up as a witch. You remember how your mothers eagerly took a hundred pictures that night. Feeling the sides of your lips curve up nostalgically, you flip to the next page. There’s a jump shot image of a much older version of you and Jaehyun. It was when your geography class went on a one-day excursion to the seaside and you recall how he made everyone laugh when he started imitating a seagull.
Your gaze then drops on a photo of you that Jaehyun took in freshman year. You posed with your medal after you had just won a debate competition. Next to it is a photo of you two on the same day. He’d gotten much taller during that time and the height difference had become apparent as he placed himself on your back and nestled his chin on your head while he grinned at the camera.
When you turned over to the next page, an object suddenly slides down, creating a slight thud on the floor. Gazing down at the dropped item, you pick it up, surprise washing over you as you realize what it is. It’s your friendship bracelet with Jaehyun. The summer before high school officially commenced, you remember hanging out with him at his house and the next thing you know, you were crafting bracelets together.
Putting the photo album to the side, you lean back on the sofa and stare at the bracelet made with purple and blue strings, thumb rotating the bead with a yellow star drawn on it. Screwing your eyes shut, you breathe slowly, finally letting yourself remember the exact moment during high school where everything went wrong between you and Jaehyun, where your hatred for him originated.
During that day, you had been waiting for Jaehyun at the school gate so you can walk home together. It had been over ten minutes and there was still no sight of him, your worry and impatience heightening. When you saw Calum coming out of the front entrance, you decided to go up to him to ask for his whereabouts.
“Hey, Calum.”
He lifted his head up when you stood in front of him, removing one of his earphones. “Hey, Y/N. What’s up?”
“Have you seen Jaehyun?”
“Yeah. He’s in the locker room,” he revealed.
“Oh, okay. Thanks,” you said, running back inside.
Making your way to the right and passing a long hallway of classrooms, you finally entered the boys’ locker room. Walking to the far end in the hopes of finding Jaehyun, you came to a stop when you heard voices.
“Dude, Kate is hot,” someone voiced out. It was Dylan, you recognized. If he was there, you were sure that the other members of his posse would be present. You found it odd as to why Jaehyun was there with them since he didn’t normally hang out with those guys.
“Yeah, but have you seen Taylor’s ass?” Luke contested. “I’d bang her a thousand times before I’d bang Kate.”
Dylan pointed, “I don’t think Kate would want to bother coming to the formal with a date though. She always goes on about how she doesn’t need a man in her life and all that feminist shit.”
Carter hummed. “Okay, so I guess I won’t ask Kate to the formal. What about Y/N?”
Your grip on the blue binder that you were carrying tightened as your eyes widened and your pulse accelerated after you heard your name.
“Oh, man,” Dylan said emphatically. “Y/N is stunning.”
“She has this whole girl next door thing going on for her and it’s super fucking hot, if you ask me,” Luke pronounced. “If I were to rank all four of them, I’d actually put Y/N on top.”
“Really? You think she’s hotter than Hannah?” Dylan questioned.
“Fuck yeah. She’s ten times hotter than her.”
“Let’s ask Jaehyun.” Dylan suggested. “Hey, Jae. Do you think Y/N’s hotter than Hannah?”
“I…” Jaehyun spoke for the first time. “Uh...”
Luke tittered. “He’d probably think so since he’s head over heels for his best friend.”
Dylan laughed. “Right.”
“I’m not,” Jaehyun said abruptly. “I don’t like Y/N like that. She’s not even my ideal type.”
“Really?” Carter asked.
“Yeah, she’s not the kind of girl I would date,” Jaehyun added. “Hannah,” he stated. “Hannah’s hotter than Y/N.”
“So you’d rather fuck Hannah?”
“Yeah. Definitely,” Jaehyun affirmed.
And that was it. That was the breaking point.
After hearing Jaehyun spew those words, you quietly slipped out and sprinted to the girls’ bathroom, going inside a cubicle to cry. Earlier that day, during lunch time, Taylor had mentioned that Jaehyun only saw you as a friend and how if he was interested in you, then he would’ve asked you out already. Now, you got your confirmation. He only saw you as a friend and he didn’t feel that way about you.
The walls felt suffocating as you sobbed, the air oppressive and asphyxiating as you desperately tried to push away those exact words out of your conscious. It proved impossible to do so because those words had been so strong and overpowering. They kicked you down until you felt like you were shrinking smaller into something meaningless and worthless. With shaky hands and a clogged nose, you wiped your tears exasperatedly, controlled your breathing and convinced yourself to get your shit together. Taking out your phone, you called your mom and asked her to pick you up. When you refused to tell her about what happened with Jaehyun, she took the hint and just left it.
Fluttering your eyes open and bringing yourself back into the now, you take your phone out to look at your latest conversation with Jaehyun.
Jaehyun [6:15 pm]: hey. i’m so sorry to do this again but work’s been crazy and i have to attend a conference all day tomorrow. can we go another time?
Y/N [6:20 pm]: seriously?
This is the third time he’s cancelled on you. He hasn’t even replied to your message. The first time he called it off, you understood. But to cancel on you three times in a row—he’s certainly sending a message to you.
You try to think for a logical explanation for the suddenness of his actions. What, so Jaehyun’s just going to stop and not finish the deal? Are you just meant to get the hint? Are you not good enough for him? Not attractive enough? Did it dawn on him that you’ll never fit his ideal type? That he can’t actually learn to like you? Is he letting your relationship go back to square one where you’re both dichotomized again?
He offered you four weeks to take you out on dates. He’s the one who said so himself that life is all about taking risks. Both of you took a chance and started fresh, buried your animosities for each other for this deal.
Jung Jaehyun asked for four weeks and he better give you four weeks. You’re not having this silent treatment. Not after he made you smile and laugh. Not after he made your heart flutter, made you feel like you’re important and treated you with respect and affection. He can’t just kiss you like that and suddenly act as though you’re a stranger to him.
After sending a quick text to your mother asking for his address, you skedaddle to your bedroom to get dressed. You’re barely thinking as you hastily slip on some jeans and a shirt. Grabbing your phone and keys, you head outside to your car. Once you receive a reply, you key it in quickly on your satnav.
When you arrive at his apartment complex after a ten-minute drive, you make your way to the elevator, pressing the fifth-floor button. Immediately finding his unit, you press on the doorbell.
With your arms folded, your foot taps the floor impatiently. After a few moments, Jaehyun opens the door, eyes widening slightly when he sees you. “Y/N,” he says, swallowing subtly. “What are you doing here?”
“What is going on with you?” you go straight to the point and ask, uncrossing your arms as you glare at him. “Why are you avoiding me?”
“What?”
“You take me out on dates and then you suddenly disappear on me. You barely talked to me after our last date.” Making your way inside his apartment, you demand, “Explain yourself, Jung.”
Heaving a sigh, he closes his door and faces you. “I…” he starts, voice low as he runs a hand through his hair. “Look, I really was swamped with work when I cancelled on you. As for not talking to you… well, I… okay, I know it’s not the smartest move but I only did that because I didn’t want our last date to happen. I didn’t want the deal to end just yet.”
“What? Are you crazy?” you yell. “Aren’t you the one who asked me for four weeks?”
“That’s the thing,” he punctuates, desperation embracing his features and his register. “I know I brought the whole thing up but the more time I spent with you, the more I realized that I need more than four weeks.”
When you stare at him with a befuddled expression, he presses on, trying to make you understand his intentions. “I need more time to think and plan because I was scared that you weren’t feeling anything for me. I… I didn’t want you to decide just yet.”
Blinking, you take all of his words in. Folding your arms, you iterate with a raised brow, “You don’t want me to give you a decision so what, you’re just not gonna give me the chance to decide at all? You’re just gonna push me away?”
“I…” he says, stopping to take a sigh. “Okay, I know I don’t have it all worked out but I wanted you to see that I’m not just an obligation. I wanted you to see that I can be your choice for this marriage. I wanted you to choose me because I’ve already chosen you. It’s always been you, Y/N. Ever since high school.”
The hammering of your heart within your chest is deafening and palpable as he talks about the past and the present. It’s as though you can taste an amalgamation of bitter and sweet.
His gaze descends to the floor for a second, shaking his head as he tries to compose and articulate his consequent words properly. “I just,” he pauses. “I needed more time for you to see the real me. To make you see that I’m not just that person you painted in your head. I can be everything that you want me to be, everything that you need me to be. I wanna prove to you that I can be someone that you deserve.”
At your silence, Jaehyun gnaws on his bottom lip before he lets out his feelings. “I also used to think that being in an arranged marriage meant that choice and freedom would be stripped away from us but after spending time with you, I realized that we actually do have a choice. We have a choice to get to know one another, to fall in love and stay in love.”
With the steadfastness and the certainty of his words combined with the congregation of feelings that surges and sizzles inside you, you can barely blink and breathe in the process. It’s all overwhelming and the room feels crushing.
“Why did you say that I’m not your ideal type?” you burst out from the depths of your chest, bitterness edging on your voice. It’s about time you confront him about past wounds.
“What?” he asks, taken aback by your question.
“In the locker room. You said you didn’t like me and that I’m not the type of girl you’d date,” you remind him. Ever since the contract signing, all you could think about whenever you looked at him was that exact moment and his exact words.
Jaehyun blinks at you, stunned as he finally remembers the day you’re pinpointing to. “I—you heard that?”
Gritting your teeth, you nod, “I came to the locker room that day looking for you.”
When everything dawns on him clearly, his mouth gapes. It makes sense now as to why after that day, you stopped talking to him and pushed him away. Eventually, Jaehyun got the message and stopped trying. He spent his time resenting you after that and did everything he can to compete with you, argue with you and wind you up all while loving you.
“So that’s why you hated me?”
“Kind of hard not to after hearing all those things,” you say morosely.
“I only said that because I was mad at you,” Jaehyun reveals, the words coming out in one succession.
“What?”
“I got upset because you said that there’ll never be a chance for us to become more than friends. You said you didn’t like me and that I’d be the last person you’d date,” he discloses, expression all crestfallen as he recalls the certain memory.
Blinking up at him, your brows start to crease, staggered at his revelation. “What? When did I say that?”
“While you were talking to Kate and Taylor during lunch. I asked Taylor to find out what you thought about me. She told me everything.”
Kate and Taylor were your girl friends from high school. The former was the frank, sharp-mouthed one, the authoritative type who would not hesitate to tell the latter to break up with the guy she’s dating as an advice. Both of them had experiences in getting dressed up, they were used to being approached and asked out. Back then, you really didn’t care about relationships but sometimes, you couldn’t help but feel left out because you didn’t have any experience at all. It was difficult to listen to them talk about their adventures while you didn’t even have anything to boast about when it came to boys and dating.
The day that Jaehyun is referring to was the same day that your friendship with him fell apart. You remember sitting outside during lunch since it was a nice day. Kate was sat across you on the wooden bench table, eating her ham sandwich, with a book in front of her. Carefully, you held your own chicken wrap up and started to take a bite.
After a few minutes, Taylor suddenly came to join you, plopped down beside Kate and set her bag down. She had a scowl on her lips as she groaned.
Kate looked up from her book. “What’s wrong, Tay?”
“Boys are so stupid,” she declared with a frown.
Kate chuckled. “I couldn’t agree more.”
You nodded, giggling as you chewed quietly.
Finally, Taylor spilled her news. “Johnny totally blew me off after our first date.”
Brows creasing, you inquired, “Johnny? Isn’t he a senior?”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t know you went out with him?” you told her as surprise started to settle on your features.
“Yeah. We started texting after I met him at a house party. I honestly thought he was one of the good guys. Turns out he’s just like all of them. They would say they’ll call and then the next thing you know, they’re seeing another girl,” she grumbled. “Ugh. Can you believe? It’s like every guy at our high school is a player.”
“Hey, that’s not true,” Kate argued. “There are some good guys in this school.”
She cocked a brow up and crossed her arms. “Yeah? Like who?”
“Well,” Kate tapped her chin as she deliberated. “Just to name a few, there’s Jaehyun and Sicheng.”
At the mention of your best friend’s name, you couldn’t help but feel your heart suddenly jump in your chest. It was true. Jaehyun was one of the good guys. He wasn’t the type to treat girls like toys and attend those house parties that his peers went to. He preferred hanging out indoors, playing video games and watching movies with either you or Sicheng.
Taylor just hummed impassively while Kate suddenly pressed her gaze on you. “Hey,” she called, snapping you back into reality. “Jaehyun’s your best friend, right?”
“Yeah,” you nodded.
Taylor posed a curious question to continue the topic at hand. “Have you ever wondered if he likes you as more than a friend?”
Blinking dazedly, you stuttered as you responded. “Um, I… I don’t know. I guess I’ve never really thought about it.”
That was a lie because you have thought about it. A lot, actually. During that point in time, you recently began wondering whether Jaehyun sees you as more than a friend. Because sometimes, you couldn’t help but assume that there were feelings beneath all of his kind-hearted and gentlemanly actions towards you.
Once, during freshman year, he let you wear his jacket while you two walked home. When it started chucking it down heavily, you hurriedly brought out your umbrella from your bag.
“Where’s yours?” you turned to Jaehyun when you saw him emptyhanded.
He scooted closer to your side once you opened it up and shielded himself from the downpour. “I forgot it at home,” he admitted, taking it from you so he can hold it up for the two of you.
“Fuck, it’s cold,” you muttered and embraced yourself, shivering.
“Hold this for a sec,” he said, passing the umbrella to you temporarily as he unzipped his black hoodie. “Wear this,” he offered, leaving him with just his short-sleeved polo shirt on.
When you put his jacket on, the scent of his cologne lingered around, made your senses fuzzy as you came to a conclusion that his perfume had to be one of those strong ones, one that dads usually wore. Normally, you didn’t like those kinds of fragrances since it was too extreme but oddly, on him, you did.
And once, during sophomore year, Jaehyun made your heart skip a beat when he placed the same hoodie on your lap to cover your legs.
It was during the rehearsal for a school play. While everyone took a fifteen-minute break, you decided to sit on the floor, just by the left side of the stage. You brought out your iPod so you could listen and learn the song you had to perform and while you were focused, you hadn’t noticed when Jaehyun suddenly appeared beside you and gently dropped his jacket on your lap.
“What are you doing?” you asked as you took off your earphones, looking at him confusedly.
He scanned his surroundings before he returned his reprimanding stare on you. “Do you want pervs to see?” was what he quipped back, bobbing his head down to the direction of your skirt.
Jaehyun always looked out for you, he’d always been so caring towards you and it made you question. It often made you think about those particular days whenever you lied down on your bed at night. It made you think about the way his Adam’s apple would bob down after your gazes met, the way he would stare at your lips for a second before going back to your eyes and the way his warm touch made your breath come up to a standstill.
In your head, you laid out all the facts. You were his best friend and you happened to be a girl. Maybe he really didn’t see you that way because he already drew a line between the two of you. Besides, how could Jaehyun see you in a different light when you’re… you, his best friend ever since he was five?
Taylor started to braid her locks. “He probably only sees you as a friend, y’know,” she remarked.
Lowering your food down, you placed it back on your lunch box, suddenly losing appetite. The small slices of strawberries on your smaller container didn’t seem appealing anymore, the flatbread and chicken turned stale in your tongue.
Were you really just his friend or did he see you as someone who can be more than that? Have you been seeing his kindness towards you and thinking it was infatuation?
“Why would he…” you started before you cleared your throat. “What would make you think that?”
When she finished styling her hair, she looked at you squarely. “Well, because if he’s interested in you, he would’ve asked you out already. And besides, it’s too risky to date a best friend. When you break up, it’ll get messy and you’ll lose your friendship. So you either choose friendship or love.”
“It doesn’t have to end that way though if two people really love each other,” you said after you mulled over her words.
“True,” Kate agreed.
“Y/N,” Taylor crossed her arms and examined your sudden change in expression before asking bluntly, “do you like Jaehyun?”
At the unexpected question, you were rendered wordless, face heating up and pupils dilating.
Kate pointed out in addition, “Come to think of it, you guys do spend a lot of time together.”
“Right?” Taylor nodded at Kate, wiggling up her brows. “And I always see you staring at him.”
“Uh, I…” you murmured gauchely, words drying out in your throat.
Taylor giggled softly and nudged Kate’s arm. “Oh, no. Our Y/N is in the friendzone. Having an unrequited love with her best friend.”
“Aww,” Kate cooed softly.
“Jaehyun chose friendship with you but you chose love with him,” Taylor goaded. “That’s gotta be awkward.” You knew they were doing this on purpose, trying to incite something.
“No!” you blurted tersely, wanting for them to just drop the topic and move on quickly. “Guys, I don’t like Jaehyun, okay?”
“You sure?” Taylor asked.
“Yeah,” you said. “And even if he likes me, there would never be a chance for us to become more than friends because I won’t let that happen. Believe me, he’d be the last person I would date.”
“Huh. Okay then.” Taylor shrugged coolly and ended the conversation, fishing out an apple from her bag. Kate just nodded and went back to reading her book while you lowered your gaze on your unfinished food, finding it difficult to swallow afterwards.
After the memory flickered back in your mind, you wrinkle your brows and shake your head in frustration. Jaehyun just stares at you, confusion bleeding on his face.
“Oh my God,” you say after taking a mighty huff. Vouching again for confirmation, you ask, “That’s why you said all those things in the locker room?”
He nods, brows melting down in regret.
“I only said that because Kate and Taylor were teasing me. They said that I was in the friendzone with you so I snapped. I was all confused and I just wanted them to stop talking about it so I shut them down quickly. But you… you really thought that I never liked you?”
“I…” he says as though he’s still in a daze after his realizations. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. I was just so upset that day but I swear, I didn’t mean all those things I said about you in the locker room. I didn’t know you were there and I… God,” he places his palm on his head, expression apologetic. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.”
“So… you liked me back then?”
“Much more than like,” Jaehyun says, stepping forward to catch your hands, lacing his fingers with yours. “I was in love with you.”
“You—what?”
He nods, thumb rubbing the back of your palm. “I was madly in love with you,” he says, lips curling up slightly.
Holding his shoulders, you grumble, lips pouting. “But you were such an ass to me. You always pissed me off.”
He chuckles, all beautiful and bright as he caresses your cheek. “I only did that so you can notice me and talk to me.”
Shaking your head in disbelief, you roll out a soft laugh. “God, we’ve been so fucking stupid.”
So all throughout those years in high school, you both felt the same way for each other. And because of those events, the mutual affection and infatuation between you turned into mutual hatred and disdain.
“We really have, haven’t we?” Jaehyun lets out a chuckle to join you.
Encasing your arms around his neck, your fingers start to softly thread on the back of his head. “I can’t believe that all this time, I loved you and you loved me.”
“You… you love me?”
Nodding, you press your forehead against his and breathe with him. “Of course, I love you, Jung,” you laugh. “I’ve loved you ever since you imitated that seagull.”
Exhaling a soft giggle, his palms snake around your spine. He pulls back slightly so he can take a good look at you. “So, do you still need that last date to decide or…” he says, drawling out the last word before his tongue swirls on his bottom lip.
“Or…” you start with a provocative lilt, gaze flitting between his mouth and eyes.
Before you can even blink, the gap is closed and his lips are crashing into yours just like how the wave finally hits the shore, letting you both feel enraptured in the aftermath. Sparks of desire explode in the pits of your stomach as you wind your fingers on the back of his head, savoring the feel of his pillowy lips on yours. Slanting your head, he gladly opens your mouth, tongue exploring the caverns as he swallows your moans, claiming it as his own. The kiss is hot, all tongues and teeth, filled with need and want. Only when you’re both out of breath do you break away and he doesn’t waste another second to fixate his lips on the side of your neck.
Your breathing is jarred when he walks you back to his kitchen, mind all fuzzy and lips only emitting soft moans when he squeezes your ass. Your back hits a cold, hard surface and Jaehyun is quickly hoisting you up on the mini bar. Burying his nose just below your chin, he groans, “Shit, how do you always smell so good?”
“Lancôme,” you manage to utter, a gasp immediately being pulled out of your throat when he nips at the skin. He is quick to soothe the area with his tongue and you cup his face, dipping down again to kiss him, teeth tugging on his bottom lip.
His solid hands slither underneath your shirt, feeling up your back, fingers hovering on the clasp of your bra. You pull back to help him yank it upwards until you’re half naked in front of him. “Fuck,” he inhales sharply as he stares at you hungrily, “you’re a work of art.”
Lunging forward, he sucks on the base of your throat, tongue travelling on your jawline, hands cupping your breasts, pads of his thumbs tweaking circles on your pebbled nipples through your bra. When you moan softly at the sensation, he smirks, placing kisses on your collarbone, mouth suctioning roughly on the skin.
“Jaehyun,” you breathe when his hands are rubbing on your thighs and his lips are on the shell of your ear. Hearing his name tumble out of your lips while your hands are all over each other is like music to his ears. Your voice alone could dangerously make him come in his pants.
“God, do you know how hard I was after you kissed me?” he rasps, the tips of his fingernails motioning teasingly on your stomach, your arms breaking out with gooseflesh. He faces you, eyes hooded with darkness as he says in admittance, “I jerked myself off twice that night.”
This time, you’re making the first move while he stays still and breathes all of your visual in. You decide to pepper his jaw with slow kisses, hands palming the expanse of his broad chest, voyaging down to his crotch. Against your touch, he feels huge and hard. Lowering your voice, you ghost over the shell of his ear. “What did you think about when you touched yourself?”
“I thought about,” he draws a sharp intake of breath when you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him to you, your lips assaulting the place where neck meets shoulders, “your hand stroking my cock.”
Tending to the noticeable dent in his sweatpants, you begin fondling his clothed erection. “Mmmh,” you hum. “What else?”
All the blood is running down to the tip of his extremities and he grits his teeth. Fuck, you’re really good at this. What more when you suck him off? God, you’re probably amazing at giving head with the way you’re working on his cock with your hand right now. “Your mouth wrapped around me as you take me in deep,” he groans with a grit to his voice, his breathing ragged. “Thought about your pussy, so wet and warm that my cock could just slide in easily. Thought about how pretty you’d look with my cum all over your face, your body.”
Your core pools with more heat, arousal increasing tenfold at his revelation, flaring wildly in your stomach. Pulling back to look at him, you demand, “Tell me what you want from me. Tell me what gets you off.”
“I usually like to fuck hard and rough,” he growls, holding your thighs and squeezing them, lips going on the skin under your jaw. “I like it when I hear you scream my name, when you make a mess on the sheets. I like seeing my marks on you.” His tongue trails a line to your ear, playfully tugging on the lobe as he groans needily. “I want you to feel my cock buried deep inside you, want to see my cum dripping down your pussy while you’re all sore.”
Hissing harshly, your core vibrates with need and you decide you can’t wait any longer. “I want you to fuck me now,” you punctuate sharply and determinedly, a broken exhale escaping your mouth. “You can come wherever you want.”
Wetting his lips, he steps back and darkens. “Go to the bedroom and take your clothes off,” he nods upwards. Obliging, you hop off the counter, unclasping your bra on the way and tossing it to the side once you’re in his room. You wiggle yourself out of your jeans, sitting on the edge of his bed. Fingers on the bands of your panties, Jaehyun manages to quickly enter and tower over you, stopping your hands, “Let me do that.”
Sliding down your underwear in one motion, he discards the article impatiently, hurling it to the side. Scooting to the headboard, you lie down and he crawls forward, a devilish smirk splayed on his lips. “So, so pretty,” he praises, placing kisses on your inner thighs, his hot breath looming on your entrance.
“Jae, please,” you whine as though you’re about to go insane, desperation coating your expression. He chuckles darkly at the fact that you sound like the world’s mellowest porn star right now.
“Such a needy little thing,” he says, large hands pinning your thighs down and spreading you apart. The sight of your sopping core is enough to make his dick twitch in his pants, needing for some friction. “Fuck,” he grunts, register all low and deep. “This all for me, baby?”
When you give a nod, his lips curl up for a satisfied smirk before his fingers are finally on your sex, collecting your slick juices and sucking on his digits for a taste. Diving in, his nose is in your cunt, tongue exploring you. He licks a bold stripe of your folds and your breath staggers in rhythm as he laps on your pussy. Sporadically, he looks up at you, watching you writhe underneath him, feeling satisfied at the low moans coming out of your swollen lips. It encourages him to experiment with his ministrations, speeding and slowing while his tongue is submerged inside you, thumbing on your clit.
The coil in your stomach tightens, your toes curling, thigh muscles tautening the more Jaehyun eats you out. Your fingers are on his roots, pulling it tightly as your walls flutter around him. At the skills of his fingers and tongue on your clit, you’re rendered a whimpering mess. God, he could just listen to your moans all night long and he could just go down on you every single day. With your eyes fluttered shut, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip and your hips desperately moving up, you look absolutely exquisite right now. He knew you’d look this way while he devoured you, he often fantasized about this image, imagined that you’d be sweet and he’s right.
“You taste as good as you look,” Jaehyun mutters, looking up at you as he massages your mound, finger pumping into you, curling and hitting your sweet spots. His lips are glistening with your juices when he makes eye contact with you. The saliva from his mouth trickling down to your pussy makes you feel more aroused, your walls clenching on his digit as heat travels everywhere on your skin.
Licking his lips clean, it’s then that he decides to tend to his own wants. He needs to fuck you now; his length is dying to be deep inside you. Withdrawing his finger from your sex, he sits up on the bed and you whine frustratingly at the loss of friction to your pussy. He discards everything—his shirt, sweats and his Calvin Klein boxers—until he’s all bare in front of you, cock slapping on his abdomen. His tip is angry red and leaking with his arousal. He pumps his length to prep himself, thumb flicking on the head to spread his pre-cum out. His palms are on the side of your head to steady himself and he goes to attack your lips. Sharing a heated, filthy kiss and exchanging breaths, he angles himself, his tip sliding up and down your slit to collect your dampness.
Easily, he glides in, the intrusion stretching your walls out deliciously. A gasp is automatically careened off of you as you arch your back. “Shit, you’re big—wait,” you grab onto his shoulders.
Jaehyun lets you adjust, presses a kiss to your cheek before mumbling huskily to your ear, “Breathe for me, yeah?” When you do exhale and relax your muscles, he lauds you, pushing another inch in. He encourages you all the way as he sinks himself further, leaving the both of you moaning and gasping in pleasure until he finally bottoms out, perfectly seated inside you.
He pulls out, only the tip left inside your pussy before he begins thrusting, setting a slow pace before he jerks himself towards your center with calculated lunges. “Ah, fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans against the flesh of your shoulder, relishing in the way your pussy keeps on taking him every time he enters.
With a hard and brutal force, the combination of your moans is lewd, your breasts bouncing as he holds your thighs up for a better angle. Wrapping your legs around his back, Jaehyun rams into you vigorously. The room starts to feel stuffy, your head becoming light as the onslaught of pleasure travels quickly to every part of your body, a wildfire spreading through your nerves.
His nose nestled on the side of your neck as he sucks harshly for hickeys, your fingers find purchase on his back, nails digging on his skin, scratching hardly the more he drives powerfully into your cunt. “Jae,” you say softly, holding his shoulders to gather his attention.
Lifting his head, he faces you, pausing as he breathes heavily. “Is it too much?”
“No,” you tell him. “Can I ride you?”
With eyes blown wide in lust, he’s eagerly nodding. “Shit, yeah,” he says, voice dropping another tenor as he flips position, lying back on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. “C’mere, baby,” he taps his thighs and you sit yourself on his lap, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself before sinking into his cock.
With you in a straddled position, he guides you, hands secured on your waist as you grind on his length. Holding his shoulders, you set your own pace, your breathy, dulcet moans rolling off your parted lips. Starting off slow and steady as you relish in the sensation and in the sight of your bodies merging together, he takes the opportunity to launch his lips on your hardened bud, his tongue laving on it while his free hand cups your other breast, his thumb and index finger flicking on the nipple, eliciting a gasp out of you. He makes sure to alternate between breasts, wrapping your buds with his hot tongue and sucking intently.
Stimulated, you’re starting to feel greedier, hungrier as you chase your climax. Your pace quickens and you’re bouncing down on his cock, unendingly moaning. “Fuck, you look so good. Can’t get enough of you,” Jaehyun groans. He swipes some strands of your hair that have stuck on your skin away to the side. “Think about you riding me all the time.”
His palms slide up from your hips to your hot cheeks, cupping them and pulling your lips in to meet with his, drinking all your moans wholeheartedly. With this palpitating and melting kiss and the way his hands squeeze your breasts, fingers playing with your buds, your high is practically tactile, threatening to flood you.
Squeaking your moans out, your walls clench greedily on his cock and you’re tipping over the edge. “Fuck, I’m so… close… God...” you choke out your pleasure.
He holds your ass, squeezing them as he pushes you deeper onto him. “Come for me, princess,” he commands titillatingly, looking at your expression, all intoxicated by your lust. “Bet you’re fucking pretty when you come,” he says near your ear when you lean for an embrace, riding him like there’s no tomorrow.
“Jae, I’m gonna—fuck,” you screech out, your pants all strangled in rhythm. Everything in you snaps and your entire body shudders as you reach your peak. Throwing your head back and screwing your eyes shut, all you see is white. Your pace slowing down as you come down from your high, your head rests on his shoulder.
It takes you a few moments to recover and catch air into your lungs, your breathing evening out eventually. When you open your eyes and lift your head up, the smile you send him is lopsided. Dropping your lips to his for a languid kiss, he buckles his hips up and thrusts in your pussy, making you realize that he hasn’t climaxed yet. Encouraging him, you’re raking your fingers through his hair as you kiss the jut of his jaw. “Come inside me. Wanna feel you in me,” you tell him sultrily. You’re on the pill so you’re good.
He flips you over until you’re lying on the bed and he’s on top again. With a new angle, he’s rutting his hips into yours with a purpose. The slaps are sharp, powerful and lecherous, your chests brushing together with every pound of his cock. Jaehyun’s lips find your collarbone, leaving wet kisses on the skin and possessively carving marks on it, releasing it with a long pop every time.
He’s fucking you like a madman, revelling in the way your walls keep on contracting around him insatiably, in the way your breasts jump up, in the purple bruises that starts to appear from the iron-clad grip he has on your hips.
The familiar coiling sensation in your stomach is reignited again as he sinfully thrusts into you over and over. With loud moans, he decides to capture your lips for a kiss, his hand snaking downwards to knead on your swelled nub. “Jaehyun, I’m…” you cry out when he breaks the kiss and his lips are latching on the lobe of your ear. While you’re on the precipice of your orgasm, his thumb circles on your clit, pressing on it as ripples of your pleasure jump out from your lips.
“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes, the gruffness of his voice vibrating on your skin. “Come for me again like a good girl.”
You’re unable to suppress it any longer, your second orgasm washing all over you, a stronger force than the first one. Your voice is broken, panting heavily as you reach your bliss. Grabbing your legs and placing it over his shoulders, he fucks you through it, hitting your g-spot, your low whimpers driving him faster to his climax.
While the overstimulation has your eyes watering, Jaehyun, on the other, is teetering on the edge of his release. Your pussy has such a tight grip on his cock and he knows he’s not going to last long. “I’m gonna fill you up so bad, princess,” he hisses lowly. “Gonna show you how fucking crazy you make me,” he groans, speeding his pace up. “I’m all yours from now on—completely and truly yours.”
Breathily, he sputters his profanities and moans as one hard thrust proves to be his undoing. His hips stuttering, he empties his load inside you, coating your walls with hot spurts of white. With faltered breaths, he grunts gutturally in his pleasure, his mind and body buzzing as his thrusts turn sloppier and slower. You milk him for every last drop of his seed and his body finally collapses on top of you when he’s finished, his cock falling limp and soft inside you.
With a euphoric grin, he drops a quick peck to your lips before pulling out and settling beside you. The combination of your fluids leaks out your folds, making a mess on his sheets. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he buries his nose in your hair. “I love you,” he murmurs with a smile.
With eyes closed, your heart swells at the fact that this guy is the one you’re spending the rest of your life with. Jaehyun is your best friend, the love of your life and your soulmate all in one and there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than here beside him. “I love you, too,” you say, wholly delighted. “Now let me go so I can pee.”
Jaehyun laughs heartedly, releasing you as he watches you walk to his bathroom. He puts on his boxers and sweatpants back and takes something out from the drawer of his nightstand before he collects his shirt, kindly offering it to you when you return to the bedroom. Wearing only your underwear and his shirt to bed, you snuggle and cling back up to him, resting your head on his chest as he wraps his arm around you.
At that middle ground between falling asleep and staying awake, he holds your hand, raises it up with his, languorously playing by weaving your fingers together. You can’t help but giggle with him as you watch them twine together perfectly. He brings your hand closer to his lips, placing sweet kisses on each knuckle before he fishes for something in the pocket of his sweats.
Sitting up straight, Jaehyun faces you with the symbol of his unconditional love and promise nestled between his fingers. “I know it’s already been arranged and everything but let me do this properly,” he begins before he takes a deep inhale. “Y/N, will you marry me?”
Heart hammering right out of your chest, the rhythm of your breathing pauses before you’re widely grinning and answering with a million nods, your heart bursting and melting at the same time. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
The word slips out of your lips effortlessly as you repeat it over and over and he never thought that a three-letter word could make him this happy. Hearing it fall from your lips fills him with pure joy, feeling like he’s reached the apex of happiness. Cupping his face, you kiss him tenderly and sweetly, pressure all gentle with the both of you smiling against it. After you pull back, you let him slip the beautiful ring on your finger where it’d find its new home.
When you take a second to look at your hand, your lips curve upwards as you realize that maybe having your choices picked out for you by your parents isn’t that bad. Before, the future used to be terrifying. It had been this giant, ambiguous, abstract-shaped thing filled with unknowns and uncertainties which induced a great amount of fear on you. It’s still that to you but now, you’re less afraid. Now, you’re more confident to take a risk, knowing that you won’t regret it because you’re with Jaehyun.
Everything is less frightening because you know that you’ll always have each other’s backs, you’ll hold each other’s hand and you’ll go through everything together. With him, you’re at ease. And through him, you learned how to be hopeful, how to be emboldened.
The universe, you think, truly works in mysterious ways. It can toy with you but it can also present you with surprises such as bringing a certain person back into your life—a person who was already meant for you ever since the beginning, even before your names are written on a contract, even before you’re promised to one another.
When you fall asleep beside Jaehyun, you have a smile painted on your lips and a contented heart because you know that the future written out for the two of you is so, so bright.
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